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Painted Love

I romanticize you. 
No color will change the portrait I have painted of you in my mind. 
You could be black and white and still to me you are intricately dynamic.
Your eyes are the window in which I feel gorgeously presented.
Your soul is a breath of fresh air, something someone might only get to touch once in their whole lonely life. 
Look at you.
I mean really look and see how wonderfully made and sculpted you are.
My dear, you are art in the simplest way.

IDIOMATIC PARADOX

A parallel universe, intricately crafted by God-
A realm where the rhythm of existence is inverted: 
One day devoted for diligent work and six for rest. 
Here, perpetual, invisible threads unite us all, 
Insulating a peninsula from the chaotic hodge.

Summer Sunset 13-03-23

An artists paintbrush splashes againt a white canvas,
like the sun on an untouched sea
the palette of vibrant colours the same as
the rays of light reflecting off the waters surface.

Wielding his brush in between his fingers,
he mixes two colours carefully,
blurring the line
between the water and the beach.

He paints yet more,
leaving strokes of fading yellow, vibrant red and pink
upon the sea's deep blue ripples and frothing crests,
the sun's image shimmering on the surface.

Intricately he constructs serveral palm trees,
their leaves tickled by the wind,
their bodies forming delicate shadows
dotted all around the beach.

Ethereal rays of light illuminate the idyllic scene,
a majestic combination of ruby, violet and gold.
As the final strokes are set and done,
the silent painting jumps into a cacophony of life.

The cry of seagulls.
The neverending crash of the sea,
palm trees swaying gently in the ocean breeze
as the sun slowly sinks beneath the waves.

Ah!
A summer's sunset

An Ode to the Doctors

They, who are readily and always available;
Checking if your vital signs are stable.
They work round the clock with lives in their hands.
Carrying out nature's most delicate command. 

They go into the surgical room without an iota of fear,
Bringing the much needed hope and chasing away despair.
The surgical robe, a garment light as a feather;
Worn by the doctors, heavy as a boulder. 

ECG steadily beeping, ECH continuously whooshing,
They are intricately focused, seemingly oblivious to the fact that they are perspiring.
The nasal cannal steadily pumping oxygen into the patient’s nostrils,
Leaving no room for disaster and peril. 

They're racing against time, or rather, in a race with the Grim Reaper;
One trying to harvest lives, the other trying to preserve.
They deserve their flowers, a kiss and a thumbs up,
For sticking with us and never giving up. 

By;
Solace.

FR A G m ENT S

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genre
  defying
    rheorical
rhymes

The Mind

The mind is intricately clever
It can solve a puzzle of life
It's like a woven clothe
That gone the process of time
The mind is like clouds
When struck by sudden lighting
It generate power that working
Instantly in a moment its spark
Mind boggling, mind blowing
They say always a surprise
A Geiger counter that separate
The radiation of love and hate
What is good and bad of life.

I Love Your Art, Father

I simply admire
Your art, Father
I am amaze of the colors
In the field, so pretty
Those flowers you choose
Mesmerize my eyes
I have closer look on it
They have various pattern
The petals, the pestils, the design 
Are intricately woven together
I picture them in my cellphone
Every flower have different style
In master hands, a masterpiece 
All I see are beauty in unique ways
That is only your creation of flowers
How much more in other fields of the world
I just love your art, Father.

Miraculous

We can sit and question how everything is this way
We can understand, yet feel powerless every day
We can rant and rave and vent of such things wrong
But, we must not forget, the strength in  beauty of a song
The one thing that connects us all, is creativity around
A painting to see, book to read, song to hear, these places,
                  - meaning and love is found -
It is all miraculous, coming from our soul inside
Words that speak truth, words that can never hide
Feeling something someone said, a dance to a song
Things that heal pain or bring forgiveness for wrong
These gifts and talents, intricately connect us all
Being willing to spread this, helps another not to fall
Everyone has something, to believe, share and give
All it takes is being willing to let yourself live

Heidi Sands

5/26/24

codependency

light …

and dark -
shadow and bright
are diametrically opposed
and intricately interdependent
we must learn to not fear the dark
for it holds the same delight, the same color
the same purpose and excitement
the same realizations … unseen
and it harbors something very precious that
we depend on each dazzled day
something as priceless as
air and food … and love
it is the warm blanket of peaceful repose
that we all close our weighty, weary lids to
and most often take for granted
a dark, deep world of slumber that is
of inestimable value
without which we would cease
to draw breath …
so …
next time the somber darkness closes in
remember its value in your life
and how all that we see and treasure in
the radiance of day
is given it’s worth by night’s dark umbra
and that the rest and peace and rejuvenation of
sleep that we so dearly depend on
is found in the warm,
soothing black  …

of its embrace.







Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, May 2, 2024

Ivy

The ivy plant, green and bold hugging the
Iron gate

             Guards the dwellers within 
Unaware tho they might be

The midnight visitor, well acquainted with 
Ivy

Deposits fresh fertilizer as the luxurious 
Leaves, intricately intertwined 

Provide purposeful seclusion for Ivy's friend
Unseen by the horrific, harassing 

Talon-fanged 

Great Horned Owl

A good and faithful friend, Ivy

Progress

Progress is the enemy
it's never what it seems
It hides behind the mask of deceit 
Progress always means change
change means money

but it’s always money for someone 
who has never had to live with the 
changes that progress has left them 

Anytime you hear that they’re going 
to do a thing in the name of progress 
you can bet that it’s just another way of saying 
let’s take what’s beautiful, or intricately crafted 
and turn it into something sleek 
streamlined, cold…and ugly 

Without warning progress 
will rip the heart from a place 
steal its innocence 

It will pull the beauty from everything
it touches and leaves in its wake 
a crippled, used-up 
shell of what it once was

Chimera

Love's a fluid chimera, flowing through a maze,
Its essence transforming, in a damp misty haze.
A mystic phantasm, defies any grasp or hold,
Its omen of joy, a tragedy, yet to unfold.

In its tender moments, it's a charming embrace,
A gentle murmur whispered, a touch soothing grace.
But, all in a flash, it transforms, changes its guise,
Becomes a raging tumult, a stormy surprise.

A chameleon of colors, emotions entwined,
A blend of flavors, so intricately combined.
A sweet, salty, sour and umami, salsa dance,
Fleeting and elusive, just like a furtive glance.

Love's chimera pulls the threads of desires,
Ignites fierce passions, breeds hot, wildfires.
Then, extinguishes them with its morphs and shifts,
Leaving hearts to ponder its myriad rifts.

So cherish the moments it brings, both strong and mild,
Embrace its mystery, like a curious child.
For love, the fluid chimera, will forever be,
A wondrous enigma, in an ever-changing sea.

Gown

My mother’s wedding gown
in my closet, whispers a tale
of love and togetherness! 

the gold embroidery
all over, done intricately,
dazzles like a star-studded sky,

picturing the glitter and pomp…
telling me story of that special occasion!

I caress the gown with tender hands,
It hums a song which my mother chose
for her wedding day! 

The lustrous silk rustles,
The lace murmurs softly to my touch..
I close my eyes, to listen to the
melody that silky, satiny, subtle-hued dress sing - 

a song which crooned in the heart of a
                ravishing bride !

Hillside Violet Chant

Written: August 19, 2023
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Tall bundles of wild fragrant lavender bloom.
Life's hidden clasps in the round garden boom.
They tower over the lavish green landscape.
Intricately marked, vibrant auburn shape. 

They sway silently in the mild breeze.
Their petals—such lovely sighs, appease.
A picture—a utopian scene, a work of natural art.
This garden on a hill—an exquisite part  

The wind blew—carrying their delicate scent.
A smell infused in the air—leaves you content. 
Guiding bees and butterflies to their home,
A symphony of life in full bloom

Each bloom, a testament to resilience,
Surviving the harshness of seasons' brilliance
Their roots, deep in the earth's embrace,
Nurtured by the sun's warm grace.

In this garden of wonders—they thrive.
Painting the landscape, keeping it alive. 
Whispers of stramineous on the hill,
A reminder to embrace life's thrill

So come, wander through this enchanting scene.
Where emerald green meets auburn—serene.
Breathe in the essence of this magical place.
Let it wash over you, leaving no trace.

Bottle Garden

A bottle garden adorns like the most elegant rose
Horticulturists’ pride featured in most writers’ prose   
Crafted by the youngest ambidextrous botanist
Whose prowess blooms far beyond the cloud’s mist.

A terrarium intricately built from a crystal- clear bottle,
Coco fibers, variety of bijou stones, rocks and pebbles;
Charcoals, moss, ferns, tiny plants and worm castings,
Dry barks and many more for creative miniature gardening.

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