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POTD 19 September 2017
Apprehensively I tramp with my lamp - through a path shrouded in gloom
Silvery shafts of light entwine and fight through foliage as they creep
Gnarled branches twist as I resist their sinister outstretched grabbing reach
With a hushed bated breath I move in stealth - to allow the restless spirits sleep
I have heard and have feared the ancient Mystical stories that are told
Of a fabled cave of age where these immortal spirits abide
A sacred and elated reverie this questing soul with them seeks
To allow ‘The Oracles’ now - to show where my elusive love hides
I have heard it expressed in a blessed rapturous appellation
This glowing love from above that eludes this restless yearning child
A bliss infused kiss that Celestial Beings have been heard to applaud
A connection of perfection that would make Heaven look down and smile
In my quest to find the nest of undying unconditional love
I search alone to find my throne in the mighty caverns of the sphere
May the spirits guide until I find my bride in barren breaths of cold
And now I see in this mystic cavity an apparition does appear
In a gentle voice I do rejoice and hold captive in their chambers
My son are you the one seeking lasting love in our golden grotto
I say yes and will you bless my jaded journey thus far I have made
We’re beings of infinity descending divinity as above so below
I fall to my knees as they say with ease - Feel the vibes of the stone
Before you embark look within your heart - Love explodes there and beyond
I shed a tear with a cavernous cheer and find where I have failed
My soul anew now I'm due for my love to be Spiritually spawned
Acknowledgement from Maria (Down Under) -
To my very dear friend and Poet Extraordinaire`-The illustrious (((Winged Warrior)), for producing this collaboration together with me. It is no surprise at the effortless speed of this production - virtually overnight (because of the time difference), and then another night with the sprucing up. It was good fun and we must do it again WW.
POTD 19 September 2017
Music by Yakuro – ‘Through The Galaxy’ - Published on Mar 22, 2016
Copyright – Maria Williams and Winged Warrior – September 2017
Apprehensively I tramp with my lamp - through a path shrouded in gloom
Silvery shafts of light entwine and fight through foliage as they creep
Gnarled branches twist as I resist their sinister outstretched grabbing reach
With a hushed bated breath I move in stealth - to allow the restless spirits sleep
I have heard and have feared the ancient Mystical stories that are told
Of a fabled cave of age where these immortal spirits abide
A sacred and elated reverie this questing soul with them seeks
To allow ‘The Oracles’ now - to show where my elusive love hides
I have heard it expressed in a blessed rapturous appellation
This glowing love from above that eludes this restless yearning child
A bliss infused kiss that Celestial Beings have been heard to applaud
A connection of perfection that would make Heaven look down and smile
In my quest to find the nest of undying unconditional love
I search alone to find my throne in the mighty caverns of the sphere
May the spirits guide until I find my bride in barren breaths of cold
And now I see in this mystic cavity an apparition does appear
In a gentle voice I do rejoice and hold captive in their chambers
My son are you the one seeking lasting love in our golden grotto
I said yes and will you bless my jaded journey thus far I have made
We’re beings of infinity descending divinity as above so below
I fall to my knees as they say with ease - Feel the vibes of the stone
Before you embark look within your heart - Love explodes there and beyond
I shed a tear with a cavernous cheer and find where I have failed
My soul anew now I'm due for my love to be Spiritually spawned
Collaboration...Maria Williams and Winged Warrior-Sept.18.2017
Music by Yakuro – ‘Through The Galaxy’ - Published on Mar 22, 2016
Copyright – Maria Williams and Winged Warrior – September 2017
Thank you, my friend, from down under...you are a beautiful soul and a wonderful talent...an enchantress of write and a princess of poetry...it was magical to work with you again...looking forward toward our next 'deja vu'
I was driving down Webb road, with the thoughts I’ve had all week,
And that is upon the crayfish that I net in Shady Creek,
Webb road is not a long one, but it’s narrow and it winds,
And scrub that’s clinging to the edge is thick and often blinds.
That’s why I guess a cat is squashed upon the edging of the road,
Because pedestrians don’t stand a chance with cars in travelling mode
Where they fly around the corners at a speed that’s way too fast,
But who cares about a flattened cat when they are driving past.
When I parked me car beside the bridge, with the Shady flowing under,
I thought about the lifeless cat, and how I could have made a blunder,
The bait I have is mainly bone, with bits of meat to lure me prey,
When knowing that the meat of cats, is loved better by a cray.
I laid me nets out on the grass, while in me mind there is debate,
Should I use the bones or take a drive, and grab the better bait.
It will take a short ten minutes; therefore the cat will bear the load,
So I’m changing gears back in me car, when driving down Webb road.
With the cat upon me mind, and driving past a farmers home,
The last thing that I expected was a rooster on the roam,
I felt the bird go underneath, and through my mirror at the rear,
All I could see was flying feathers and the Rooster on its ear.
That buggered up me day alright, I’m fishing on this farmer’s place,
He’ll probably mention ‘shot gun’ when I tell him face to face,
So apprehensively I tapped his door and when he stood in front of me,
I said “I’ve got news you will not like. Your rooster’s a fatality”.
He stared at me with misty eyes; I thought he found it hard to face it,
So I shrugged me shoulders and I said, “Look, allow me to replace it”.
I was nervous waiting his response, and then he threw me right off track…
When he shrugged and answered, “Suit yourself. The chooks are ‘round the back”.
It’s a chill and rainy Saturday night in New Haven - it’s Superbowl eve! My roommates Leong, Anna and Lisa and I were playing a game of Upwards - it’s a scrabble-like word game and we’re all strangely super competitive.
My phone went “dunk!” A happy ‘Water jug’ sound messages make when they're from one of my favorites. The message was from Charles. He was at the front gate with a package that came to the house where Charles and Mrs. Charles live (about 600 yards from the dorm). He passed me the package through the bars at the main gate, “Thanks,” I said, “ga-night,” and he was gone.
Back in my room, I ripped the box open like Christmas morning. The word game could wait - this package was from Paris. The light beige, Jacquemus, ‘Les Ballerines mary-jane pumps’ I’d ordered (forever ago) had arrived and they fit like soft leather gloves.
“Ooo! Glampse!” Lisa pronounced.
“Aren’t they?” I agreed, swiveling my hooves to show them off in the full length mirror.
When I rejoined the Upwards game, talk had shifted to tomorrow's Superbowl.
“I read yesterday that Taylor’s on her way (to the Superbowl)!” Leong declared.
“I like that she likes the NFL now,” I said.
“A lot of people hate her for it,” Anna countered.
“She was on camera twice, for 11 seconds total, in a 3-1/2 hour long game. If that upsets you, you’re bringing a lot of your own baggage to the plot.” I updogged.
Leong wants to order vegan “wings” for the SuperBowl.
“What, exactly, are those?” I asked, apprehensively.
“You’re the girl who talked me into trying buffalo-frog-legs in Paris? Ney?” Leong enquired, sarcastically.
“Yeah,” I admitted, guiltily, “but they were delicious,” I said in self defense.
I’m picking the Chiefs 30-20 over the niners.
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glampse = glamorous
have I ever told you that... a picture crystallized in my heart~
an evening, mesmerizing starlit sky,
two youngsters ~ ardently absorbed in each other.
you narrated an entire story ~ with so much zeal~
a spellbound account of love and loss - did not have slightest idea what loss really meant!
I was a captive listener!
what magic did you instill with your hypnotizing voice?
became a priceless memory I could never erase.
have I ever told you that ...I remember an evening of strolling back together
by a desolate narrow village-street...from a favourite musical...
dark noiseless night.. stars mysteriously blinking...
tall trees apprehensively watching,
just the two of us... didn’t hold hands,
walking straight into the night...as if in a trance..
the sight never faded away!
have I ever told you that ...a miraculous evening ~ never slipped away
in front of a mighty waterfalls, an undeniable witness of our bond,
raining uninterrupted...rain and the falls...flooded, drenched both of us,
never witnessed pouring rain the way I did...
my heart never pulsated like the way it did..,
a ruby-crowned kinglet crooned inside me,
heart leapt and almost burst with a sensation of craziest happiness,
rapt with profound sadness..
with the anticipation of losing you.
Reminiscences transformed into.... dreams~
one pearl gets found from thousands of seashells, found my pearls in the ocean of memories.
November 4, 2020
For "Have I Ever Told You That" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
On this beautiful autumn morning I
was strolling down a woodland path,
suddenly I was stopped in my tracks
I stood in awe, rays of sunlight filtered
through autumnal foliage like magic
spotlighting your elegance and beauty
woodland aromas carried on gentle breeze
complimented by that unique fragrance,
that sweet smell of your alluring perfume
you look so graceful sitting on the trunk of
that fallen tree with bright green ferns as
a background accentuating your beautiful
blue dress that adorned your natural curves,
tentatively I approach, wanting to, needing to
make your acquaintance, I noticed that
sparkle in your light blue eyes and your near
perfect smile and the way you flicked your
strawberry blonde hair over your shoulder,
as I got near, apprehensively you averted
your head staring comprehensively at the
leaf covered ground, you didn’t seem perturbed
as I sat on the log next to you allowing a good
distance as not to invade your personal space
my strong yearning to find out who, why and what
you were doing in the forest looking so refined and
so elegant, I wanted to ask so many questions
my curiosity finally got the better of me and I
just blurted out hello my name is Roy, then I
made a stuttering request to whom her name
was and to her wellbeing, she slowly lifted her
head and turned towards me, to my astonishment
she replied in a very deep masculine voice-
“I’m Harold and I’m well mate”.
Garden sentinel, carrion he’s stripping
Woolf tail wagging white fangs ripping
Stream-of-consciousness telling, spewing
Dog’s breakfast masticating, chewing
Mourning doves cooing, woo-OO-ing
Backyard cricket legs rubbing, chirping
Hot summer night simmering, squalling
Beginnings long day ending, waning
Winged silhouette floating, rising
Sleepy canine lies dreaming, chasing
The stranger rises--ascending, falling
Moonlight beaming, shadow stalking
Temptress appears emerging, merging
Tip-toeing apprehensively disrobing
Sonnets in Portuguese leather binding
Fanning pages dog eared, Browning
Arm extended reaching, grasping
Reaps a sweet pear salivating
Biting, sucking juices dripping
Raped senses senses raped
Rapture erotica
RESIST SISTER!
Nibble, nibble
Fluids dribble
Fires sizzle
Nero’s fiddle
Plays in-fidelity
Forum stories burning, pages turning
Read on dear, dear read on
Groins churning tongues exploring
Stranger disappearing, stealing
Into the night’s secret pages folding
Apparition’s serpent slithering
Lithe away twisting, vanishing
Eve repenting, dawn rising
Righteous ebbing, malevolent trysting
Hew hay glorious Yahweh
Angels singing, trumpets playing
Sins Original ne’er forgetting, e’er forgiving
Lost haven, Milton’s paradise lost
Rue the stranger, spare Adam’s rib
Lust’s garden grows at night
Whilst gluttonous wolves too tired to bite
The winds is too haunting
its dour, dreary and daunting
its voiceless song is wanting
for souls to listen it flaunting
Its whistling tunes that play
eerie melodies of dismay
oft sweet, oft an angered fray
they beckon me to come away
From my souls lone sojourn
where the ashes never burn
to reach out for what I yearn
learning to forget, to unlearn
The winds are too disturbing
and the chills are unnerving
so guilty and undeserving
of memories they're reserving
They are calm as moonlight
and a lonely souls delight
whispering sharp yet slight
with many a secret to confide
And I listen with attention rapt
at the words so true and apt
to souls that the winds trapped
that apprehensively adapt
The winds are so tantalizing
mystic, musical and surprising
tapering and quickly rising
hypnotic and channelizing
They bring what we forget
all our pain and our regret
words meant to remain unsaid
truths and the lies we dread
They are calling me desperately
the song turns a woeful plea
and I wish it would swallow me
with the whispers I long to flee
And be a secret of the breeze
the incessant mourns that freeze
the souls passing by the trees
the singer that no one sees
Setting my shivering soul aflame
my minds peace it can't reclaim
at times it whispers Your name
subtly, I whisper back the same.
Proud parents gathered for the fifth grade band presentation.
The kids labored long and hard to enhance their musical education.
'Twas the band's first concert since its recent organization.
The harried teacher approached it with a sense of trepidation!
Moms and dads endured the commotion at home for many weeks,
As their blossoming prodigies practiced and honed their techniques.
Suffering through the blare of trumpets, the bleat of saxaphones,
The wail of clarinets and oboes, the atonal pitch of trombones!
The girls were dressed in white blouses and black, slinky skirts.
Boys wore dark trousers, black bow ties and snow-white shirts.
Each of the girls had a pretty ribbon adorning her hair.
Boys had even combed their hair - which was very rare!
Teacher apprehensively grasped her baton and waved the downbeat.
The program began with a simple rendition of "Bonaparte's Retreat."
At the end of the concert a heartwarming thing occurred.
The audience rose exclaiming, "Twas the sweetest music ever heard!"
Though at times they were not in tune and the tempo somewhat slow,
They proudly gave it their best and put on a wonderful show!
Was a spark in a child's soul that night fanned into a flame,
Boosting his or her enthusiasm to strive for musical acclaim?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
"If we allow a deranged mind to control the course of human destiny,
then we become executioners in the annihilation of human dignity"
-by author-
Dejection
Collective yearning inconsolably questing tranquility
races toward stratosphere
Blinding flashes sculpted shadows of lifeless entities
on melted walls everywhere
Mind focused on the obscure contours of ominous rain clouds
solemnly disengages
Upon nameless faces dire consequences unexpectedly surface
on the distinct edges
Eyes gazing overhead apprehensively acceding to portended
unendurable emotions
Fears and the tears of dejection watched the sun dissolve
beyond darkened horizons
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***The unfathomable depth of despair after a nuclear war nightmare***
-by author-
Penned: 09/10/2014
Cabin 1939
Aboard Cruise Liner:
"Splendour of the Seas"
Mykonos, Greece