In a blazing glory..
The sun rose again.
The Light intertwines through the branches of oak trees… as they were reunited lovers' hands.
The meadow’s dew shimmer… once again, it’s a forest of diamonds.
Crisp air fills the lungs ….
I feel at peace in mine.
This line, stretched high and proud,
No rags to hinder, no need for a shroud—
Let’s shake off the past, let sunlight shine.
So vibrant, where colors play,
With dreams that flutter, they dry and sway.
Though fleeting, these moments are divine.
Speak of warmth, not despair,
Let kindness hang in the open air.
Through the breeze, our hopes take flight,
With every whisper, let spirits rise,
In the dance of day, truth never dies.
For joy and peace are our lifeline.
So gather ‘round, let laughter start,
In this tapestry, we each play a part.
Together, we craft a design,
A world where hope intertwines,
Where every soul can redefine,
A future bold, where we align.
Every moment we have, it’s not ours to idle away,
It’s not ours to cosy in slumber,
The night is not faceless,
And the day is not merely a superficial series of events.
We walk through a door leading to others connected in time,
Mystery intertwines with these connections,
We search for answers that plunge us deeper into the mystery’s wormhole,
Each piece leads to the next, but we’re yet to complete the puzzle.
Hope is the lamp that brightens our paths in the stygian night,
When the moon and stars are cocooned in layers of darkness,
When the susurration of the rivers plucks on the strings of melancholy,
And an oppressive heaviness obstructs the redemption light.
Every moment we have is ours to pursue our purpose,
Summon the elements to unveil the day’s splendour,
Uncover the treasures hidden in the night’s chamber,
Find guidance in the stillness of our souls,
Until we’re greyed and frayed by time.
May 7, 2025.
Written: March 22, 2025, for contest sponsored by Craig Cornish
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In the heart of my kitchen spices exude their aromatic allure
a harmonic blend of flavors coddiwomples mute grief. . .
cimmerian saudade in emeritus pickles, a nostalgic taste
longing for a whiff of jasmine s p e c k s. . .
the acridity of blue cheese, the poignancy of bygone days. . .
lavender aromas snip from vessels of proclivity
hidden under an ominous cloud of r e m o r s e
on par with brimstone-soaked steam,
harmony strives to alleviate concealed pain
pleading palms to purge passed-over prose
as seclusion seeps still as a slow-spreading sickness…
Scathed by sadness solitude simmers silently,
In this mixture, marvelous magic manifests for mending
spicy ambrosial nuances partake in a gracious w a l t z
pain intermingling with delight
a buffet embellished with dishes of acrid herbs,
the core character intertwines with previous fails
textures and fragrances intertwine
to create a tapestry rich in pain and d e l i g h t,
harmonizing sadness and joy in life's tangled web.
I could hear any music, their sensual lyrics rhyming with the beats,
Cadences rising and falling, calling my steps to sway gently,
I wonder if I will ever find a symphony that feels like it belongs to me,
To immerse myself in its rhythm, to let its harmonies lull my thoughts to sleep.
I seek that dreamy softness to bloom amidst this noise,
Its distinct melody making me aware of the heart I ignore by day,
Which I push aside in the daily tumult, lost in the rush of time,
A sound to awaken me to myself, to remind me who I am.
I hear songs at every turn I make, foreign echoes surrounding me,
But I seek that slow and gentle symphony I can call home,
A sonic refuge where silence intertwines with harmony, and my soul dances,
A place of my own, where the rhythm of life becomes a warm and eternal embrace.
A crime the February tongue —
In her box I'm open this time;
She alone melts chocolate eyes —
Eyes — camouflaged red ribbons, blunt,
Ever stained by glimpsing her love —
And in my dream, her dreams still glide;
Though no word lifetime by lifetime;
This day for me the darkest dawn —
Oh, what cries as I do this fierce,
For February's lovelorn tongue —
Where in the light, night intertwines;
Oh, God, there only in her kiss,
As it sinks in elsewhere be gone —
She's in my arms this Valentine's.
In a secret corner of the mind, where silence dances with shadows,
I lose myself in the simplicity of a moment that asks for nothing, just to be,
letting dreams unravel like autumn leaves in a gentle breeze,
without fear of absence, without the desire to arrive anywhere,
for in the absence of desire, a vast field of freedom is born,
where thoughts find rest in the peace of a diamond morning,
and love, like a river whispering its story among the stones of time,
intertwines with the simple, austere soul, yet full of a nameless richness.
Under the wide sky of abandonment, I rise without wings,
seeking not an end, but a beginning that reinvents itself endlessly,
listening as silence finds its echo in the song of invisible birds,
in a world where the compass points only to the heart of the eternal now,
and where love weaves its tapestry from the unseen threads of eternity.
Love, waiting to be found like a gentle dove
Turning enemies to companions
In the realm of all emotions, love stands tall
Not jealousy, pride, anger or awaiting our downfall
Your reflection shows our truest selves
One which we cannot hide
And in your embrace, hearts delves
Through trials and tribulations love stays strong
Like a beacon of hope in the coldest night long
Standing pure and true like
A treasure without measure
What a lovely language you speak
Even without uttering a word
I hear the harmony of your sweetest chords
A bond that connects heart to heart never fading, never torn apart
In you we find peace and solace
A joy that will never be erased
You protect, trust, hope and always persevere
Love never fails: it conquers never fall
A bond that intertwines from the depth of our heart.
Delve into your hearts, you will find love always there
God's eternal love, our shining hope
In your arms there's no room to fear
The quietness brings you back, and you remember the words that I say,
The same faith you had to move on to confront the heartache and pain,
The words unspoken that held you in bondage that tried to steal your worth,
I released to put your heart back in place to be seen and not just heard,
The moment your heart intertwines, the connection feels the same,
Two hearts of a generational lineage with the same purpose and on the same page,
Every time you will see things clearer, my purpose will be set into place,
You will eventually understand with your heart in my hands, and the two of you face to face.
In pure solitude, where the wilderness stretches,
I find myself without the burden of worldly duties, just me and my thoughts,
Whispers rising like mist from a tranquil lake at dawn,
The intimate sources of the soul reveal their deep calling,
My response intertwines with the lives surrounding me, understanding,
That the earth is the great connector of existences, source and destination,
It, the healer and restorer, bringer of life from death,
Where illness turns into health, and old age into youth.
In this eternal dance of renewal, I feel part of a whole,
Listening to the stones as they tell their story in deep silence,
How the wind carries my memories on its unseen wings,
Every blade of grass sings the hymn of rebirth under the vast sky,
In this flow of endless thoughts, I contemplate the miracle of nature,
Which becomes my home and altar, and I, a silent witness,
Find my place in the cosmic symphony, losing and finding myself,
At the same time, part of the uninterrupted miracle of life.
In the depths of ancient time, where history intertwines,
Lies a tale of human roots, in mitochondrial lines.
Mitochondrial Eve, a mother to us all,
Her legacy in cells, where tiny powerhouses call.
She lived in Africa, some 200,000 years ago,
A matriarch whose lineage, through generations flow.
Not the only woman then, but her genes did survive,
Passed down through daughters’ daughters, keeping her lineage alive.
In mitochondria, those energy machines,
Her DNA resides, in all our human genes.
A tiny loop of code, in every cell we bear,
A link to our beginnings, a story we all share.
Through migrations vast and wide, her children spread afar,
From Africa to Asia, to lands where oceans are.
Her legacy is global, in every race and creed,
A testament to unity, in our genetic seed.
So when you ponder ancestry, and where you might belong,
Remember Mitochondrial Eve, and her enduring song.
A mother of us all, in science and in lore,
Her story in our cells, forever to explore.
Robert Lloyd Sherriff - Australian Poet, Author, Actor, and Model: American Historian.
Cosmic
Black Holes and Earthly Voids” beautifully intertwines the mysteries of the cosmos with the depths of our planet. His verses draw parallels between black holes and sinkholes, exploring themes of gravity, darkness, and the potential for new beginnings even in the darkest places. The imagery of cosmic events reflecting earthly phenomena is quite profound.
waves weave and whisper
feather clouds caress soft time
liquid lace landscapes
breath of bold sailor
amber eyes float as forests
his heart lava love
orchestra seagulls
violin seaweed vine strings
heavenly harp prayers
coastline coral cream
freckled fish flaunt freedom
zepher dancing hands
ruby encrusted sky
rises as dragon daybreak
echo tides shiver
lightening ripping lines
sails crackling crash as clothing
lizard boat leaping
teething to his life
rusty rocks crawling and claw
his blood intertwines
salty stalwart strength
the nautical warrior swords
exalting eyes
his vessel steers
blue hues blend with sunset cues
painting blossom clouds
angel adventures
opal ballet bright blessings
upon silky sand stages
full moon blooming boat
lighthouses glitter sea flags
second filled stars slip
candle leaves cascade
frosty flowers pearl pollen steam
garden comet gowns
sleeping sound sailor
blankets of constellations
his stellar soul peace
July 19th 2024
In sunlit rooms, a feline form reclines,
Meolu, the cat with fur of silken sheen.
With eyes of jade, his gaze on birds' designs,
A graceful hunter, silent and serene.
His purrs, a melody that intertwines
With household sounds, create a peaceful scene.
At night, he roams on padded paws so light,
A shadow dancing in the pale moonlight.
Where are we going, an endless question in our minds,
Do science or destiny lead our ways?
Life takes several paths, some lead to despair, some to the glory,
Should we blame the failures in the name of destiny?
If we do not believe in destiny,
Let science be our guide,
Through telescopes, we gaze at the distant stars,
Unveiling secrets of worlds afar.
Genomes mapped, we trace our lines,
Understanding the code that intertwines.
Curing diseases, we push the bounds,
With each breakthrough, new hope resounds.
Robots and AI, our new frontier,
Ruling our lives as advancements near,
The future may be bright,
But soon learning hard way will be over,
It is a dangerous precedence,
AI influence on education should be legally controlled.
If we believe in destiny,
Let faith and understanding be our guide,
Our deeds(karma) will shape our destination,
You only have rights to your deeds, not their outcome,
In solemn moments, we should look within,
To find the divine, where it all begins.
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