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Premium Member Two Hearts Beating As One

We walked the beach one moonlit night
Our lunar orb shone down so bright
Darkened shadows consumed the land
This night we walked hand in hand

The summers breeze was fading away
As night birds glided in hidden display
Chromed crests topped the gentle waves
As a calmness carries their path paved

To a secluded dune we sit down and admire
The days beauty from it's morning transpire
As we enter a new day on natures sands
To be here at midnight we never planned

On our backs we lie and look to the night sky
In our minds we know why, we are here and lie
Companionship, relationship and our love dictates
That on this moonlit night, we are soul mates

Although it is dark I see her ebony curls
Just one of her beauties that makes my heart swirl
We turn and face as our lips gently meet
My hands through her hair as our kissing repeats

On the sands of our time we caress each other
Our naked flesh bare as we lovingly smother
Undulations of delight in capturing clutch
Receptive and pert by our sensuous touch

Adjoined we are, two hearts beating as one
As a chorus of silence, our loving whispers begin
Through the sighs, we whisper I love you
As our kissing heightens below the dark cobalt blues

Our bodies become frenzied as our loving emotion blooms
Naked as birth in natures front room
Joyous cries of delight drift on the sands
We share our excitement as we started, holding hands

Breathless sighs resonate in our space
Under the lunar light in our special place
Absorbing our loving time, spooned we lie 
Two in love under a diamond crested night sky 






http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-11.php
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Admirable People

alone inside with me, less than inspirational

  so look out for the more interesting folk

  momentary excitement, the fiery motivational

  beyond the familiar, to stoke and provoke

  daydream departure from mundane conversational

  adventures cocooned in my warm cosy cloak


  cool charismatic characters, charming skills to admire

  the wily wheelers, the dubious dealers

  the mighty movers, the shuffling shakers, to these I aspire

  delvers of science, the body-mind healers

  frisky purveyors of seduction spray fuel to the fire

  risky game chancers, the common sense stealers


  suspenders of disbelief, poetic weavers of word

  jovial jugglers of juxtaposition

  addicted acquisitors, spinners shifting the absurd

  fabulous fakers, deceptive magician

  image presenters, dark or backlit, focused or blurred

  sculptors of form, instrumental musician


  composers of melody, glorious singers of song

  whatever the stage, great performers of art

  athletic achievers stretching stubbornly strong

  rhythmic dynamo dancers moving close or apart

  food-feeding salivators, their tasty pleasures prolong

  delightful set dishes or delicious a la carte


  whether imbibed on its own or in good company enjoyed

  the brewer, the vintner, the masters of malt

  innovative designers, architects of structure and void

  the philosopher's stone, comfort-zone assault

  insightful free thinkers, long-held paradigms destroyed

  tall storytelling teachers without fear of fault


  mathematical manipulators of numbers and code

  quantum diving or high-flying to the stars

  engineering fabricators, tunnel, bridge, rail and road

  crazy drivers and loop-turning avatars

  tinkering technicians, ecologists with wisdom bestowed

  planners of protest, the remover of scars


  inspirational givers, those with just the skill of their bent

  empathy crossing over to be by your side

  the meek, the afflicted, those who can ill-afford the rent

  the refugee fleer from our wars worldwide

  safety seekers, brave rational people with lives to augment

  as we build indifferent walls... hope denied!
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Form: Verse

My Father's Garden

It was summer time, a time for planting and reaping 
and when it came to my dad well he could make that garden sing 
He spent hours nurturing his plum tomatoes, while I his offspring
could only admire his patience, dedication and caring from afar. 
An immigrant of Italy he knew everything there was to know 
about big fat juicy tomatoes.  He knew they needed time to grow,   
and I knew there was a little humor to be had here, in toe. 
"Dad, how long will it be before we see our first tomato?" I asked
" Oh not for a while" he answered, then the sun suddenly flashed 
Time for a little fun in the sun I thought, off to the store I went 
came back with a big fat tomato. I hung it on the plant with some 
twine then called him over with an eager voice
"Look dad we got our first tomato,  isn't it great ! " I exclaimed 
he investigated with a grin, soon my lie had been defunct, defamed
that was a summer when it rained and rained and rained, 
we got lots of tomatoes that year, and most of them we canned. 
What I  never will forget,  is the love in my father's eyes,  
every time he smiled like that, I was always left with a feeling, 
that  I had just won the gold prize.
Form: Rhyme

The Last Mistake

28 Feb 2011  9:45 AM

 

When the strong are weak dose that make you depressed?

When the hope filled become the hopeless

Do you see them as a mess

 

When the ones you look up to

fall and fail to live up to

Do you run away from them or do you run to

 

When your teacher fails to be wise

Do you still admire or do you dispise

Do you think what you thought was wise 
or is it now all lies

 

Ups and downs is the lives of us all

No one is perfect no one at all

Everyone excells and everyone falls

 

Those that fail and try again learn well the lessons of mistakes

Those that fail and then give up can never see past that one mistake

When you fail and fail you will get up and try again 
success will come when you make the last mistake.
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Premium Member FAITH IN GOD WHO WARNS US AGAINST FALSE PROPHETS ALONG HIS TRUTH

August 18 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 23-25

Key Verse – Jeremiah 23:16 Thus saith the LORD of hosts, Hearken not unto the words of the prophets that prophesy unto you: they make you vain: they speak a vision of their own heart, and not out of the mouth of the LORD.

FAITH IN GOD WHO WARNS US 
AGAINST FALSE PROPHETS ALONG HIS TRUTH	

God keeps us against false prophets along His truth’s security
Since we are His sheep around His salvation-certainty
Whom He nurtures with His Word’s immutability
For our faith’s spiritual prosperity that smites vanity.
 
God warns us against false prophets along His truth’s peacefulness
Since we are His children counseled by His Scriptures’ steadfastness
Whom He teaches along His wisdom to overcome deceitfulness
For our faith’s strength to vanquish weariness.

God warns us against false prophets along His truth’s revival-fire
Since we are His worshippers according to what He does require
Whom He leads through His authority we esteem and admire
For our faith’s increase until we retire.

God warns us against false prophets along His truth’s protection
Since we are His believers safeguarded by His instruction
Whom He establishes by His Biblical foundation
For our faith’s stability upon His virtuous foundation.

God warns us against false prophets along His truth’s guardianship
Since we are His servants trained under His stewardship
Whom He guides along His ministry partnership
For our faith’s effectiveness by His workmanship.

God warns us against false prophets along His truth’s light
Since we are His followers abiding in His holiness’ might
Whom He illumines in studying His statutes always right
For our faith’s determination to please Him with delight.

God warns us against false prophets along His truth’s settlement
Since we are His learners studying His precepts by His enablement
Whom He directs with His divine empowerment
For our faith’s involvement in the great commission-fulfillment.

August 18, 2025
Form: Quatrain


sweet dear soul

dear demise, how i wish you were here

how i wish you would grace my presence and set me free

i would be better off dead

up in the skies, one with the stars, friends with these dots that are strung together by invisible lines, creating pictures humans look up to and admire

around here, even crows yearn for their own deaths

strong, resilient creatures become broken, helpless, tired and done

my will to live and i are drifting apart like the stars in orion

but i won't tell my sister for a little while

and i'm tired of putting on a show to please those around me

and covering my grief with an exaggerated smile

remember those dots in the sky that somehow formed something

that were connected but not actually together

i just draw in the lines and fill everything in myself

and live with the doubt if whether

whether i am right or wrong

if i am enough or fall short

if my father really loves me

and other questions of that sort

i don't think i deserve to eat dinner this evening

maybe i'll just go to bed and starve

starve to death and be a skeleton in the morning

grab that knife off the kitchen counter to carve

carve wounds into my skin that say what orion told me last night

i fear his whisper was correct, though it still filled me with fright

for orion told me winter is soon coming

and with that, our love will go cold

you will forget me and travel elsewhere in the sky

and leave me sitting here all alone

every part of me will be replaced

by someone who is more useful, or simply better

and i'll lay on the ground, looking up to the sky

admiring orion and hating the cold weather

so now, i bid farewell to orion, and so long to life on this earth

for if i can no longer love you, i shall die with my lack of worth

i stay settled on the grassy knoll as orion stays vibrant but my life fades away

and pray that perhaps in another ending, happiness actually glanced my way

Bougainvilllea

Bougainvillea

15 April 2019

I still remember the pink hue of the 
bougainvillea flowers just outside my window
greeting me, each morning as I brush aside the curtains
and let the glorious rays of sun paint my room
in a streak of golden yellow.

Like pieces of art, little and precise
simple yet meaningful, I admire those
soft, blushing petals.
These long vines and thorns lining 
in natural perfection its leaves and flowers, teach me
that hidden in my failures and obstacles
I may find beauty and glory, and I may start anew
with my new-found inspiration from these
works of untouched and
untouchable art,
for which I find myself 
eternally grateful.

Journey with a Spouse

Spouse, not just a word,
A feeling, a call to partnership,
Right, you heard.

A journey together,
Making folklore, many memories later,
Friend for all weather.

Time for shared responsibilities,
 for her, for him and of course twining
Have faith in abilities.

Presenting moments to learn,
Many more to unlearn, reinvent,
Someday yearn.

Spouse supports you,
On your journey, through thick & thin,
Isn’t it true?

Through ups & downs,
Life’s unpredictable shocks & bolts
With spouse, no frowns!

When life is happy & gay,
Sunshine bright, smells so right,
Ecstasy at play.

So, guys admire & respect,
A bond so surreal, thy part not in heaven or realm of spirits
No fences to erect!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Finding the Stolen

With my blue eyes
I watched you find the lost
The place that should have always been
That place absent of shame and sin
Colour separation was meant to be thin

Like a little girl
You found peace love and fun
You were able to be the free one
No fear of a police man with a gun
You twirled and giggled in the sun
It wasn’t fear that made you run

The richness of your colour
I marvelled at your state
A deep dark joy meant to animate
All I needed was to concentrate
and freely share from my own plate
When this world becomes one
Only then will we satiate
and begin to solve our prejudicial traits 
Before it is to late

Through my flip flop view
I witnessed you
You sang poetic words so true
Grasping them I flew
Not away but towards you
I needed to immerse in your blue
For without being one people
This place will never renew

I admire your strength 
Despite the worlds cruelty
For you occupy 
a place of duality
Where to many brothers and sisters
Become another fatality
Yet you have a shared rich history
So faithfully cling to your ability 
Even when others don’t provide civility 
You are on the precipice of Victory.

Inspired by Olufunke Elizabeth  Omolayo Ogunmodede and her poem “Through The Darkest Times” please read it, here is the link. https://www.facebook.com/groups/2650318775179582/permalink/3039494419595347/

The Awesome Planets In Our Milky Way

Without a telescope Galileo Galilei could have not
discovered all of Jupiter's dwarf moons orbiting around it; 
don't we breathlessly behold the different colors of lovely Venus?
Mars, Pluto, Moon and Jupiter are unbelievably stupendous!  
Amazing is the Milk Way's position in its celestial boundary,
we know that there are other shining galaxies bigger than ours
and they constantly sparkle with a radiance unlike stars; 
spot them on a night without fog or clouds: they are groovy!
I have done star-gazing only for spiritual reasons:
the splendor of our enormous universe had a beginning...
before complete darkness covered its deep void so frightening,
but the Creator's grand concept revealed the glorious brightness! 
Whoever does not admire this bright spectacle of nocturnal delight,
never believed in the Divine Power that conquers any pure heart!   


Written on 5/9/2017
Form: Sonnet

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