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In the shadow of the oak lies silhouettes
promises, imaginings you won't forget
branches create mysteries with no regrets
inklings of hopes and dreams, so you never fret
hearts are lulled into sleep by silent prayers
erasing pain and sorrow that fears beget
falling soft like light upon those unawares
coloring the soul in hues of gentle grace
whispering kindness, praise, like musical chairs
hope lifts the darkness with a tender embrace
dancing through the soul, breathing a final sigh
inspiring thoughts of love we cannot erase
Miracles arousing love we can't deny
awakened by the oak trees shadows goodbye
A wonderous day, we're
Busy little bees buzzing,
Circling round
Dandelions, daisies, and
Early meadow rue, wild-
Flowers with open arms.
Gems, open blossoms,
Harmony of colors.
Incredible, arousing
Juices of fragrance
Keeping us busy
Lugging it all back to
Mommy in the beehive.
Nice that the wildflowers are an
Open diner,
Pollen for the asking.
Quick and easy, we can sit and
Rest on their open blooms and here
Summer right
Through
Until early autumn.
Veering in an out
Wings and body's
Xenogamy of
Yellow pollen traveling along a
Zigzagging path
6/3/2022
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xenogamy
[z?'näg?me]
NOUN
botany
fertilization of a flower by pollen from a flower on a genetically different plant. Compare with geitonogamy.
A crepuscular theatrical serene speech prompt,
slip spill in an echoey pattern down my soft skinned ear,
as I was captivated by the gloss quilt luminance of,
glow worm stars, silver moon tarpaulin, indigo horizon,
elysian sidereal dust that so magnetic trance,
I dwell on flawless antique navy blue tapestry,
of enthralling nocturnal mirth streamed murmur,
timelessness a slow tick second hand mesmerizer,
symbiotic solitude on moulded granite bench,
whets intense yearning as my elevated odyssey,
where gilded gust a universal sage’s hint from,
invisible zone whose through the age enchantment,
forevermore a velvet hush, a lush chrysalis,
metamorphosis at a peek, diurnal cyclic mystery,
forevermore I am an affluent lodger to telluric haven
riddle of the night
unveils its lucid passage,
beyond mortal span
Heaven within an effervescent spiral steam moiety,
juxtaposed across emblazoned morning patch
immortal,
of swooning sun whose rays bounce off garnet veins,
me, spectator, bard, curator of reflection for posterity,
this tantalised dawdler in a dewdrop leaf coppice,
majestic mountain summit under dawn spell,
arousing passionate interwoven interface of cordial,
bonhomie link to merriment, auroral pathos,
perpetual and beyond expansive firmament,
romantic fingertip alignment in surreal fog tango,
where pounding heart oath infinite in salient scope,
blue lagoon bounty, argent cascade, rainbow chaser,
dizzy upper echelon beauteous my twinkled torrent of delirium,
forevermore, longer longing, forever as this wonder world dervish,
waltzing through eternal mists, with my zest for life,
as gold encrusted passport to a rapturous paradise
daylight points the way
to lasting beauty on earth
cherish the vista
Zephaniah 3:17 KJV The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.
Grace more abundant
Than words could reveal
Feelings so pure, honest
They color hearts kind
Bring joy and love to mind
Goodness more thoughtful
Than blessings of delight
Glowing so brilliantly
Alive with knowing, insight
Whispers of light shimmering
Psalms praising and playing
On the sun’s soft light
Filling spirits with devotion
Intimacy and inspiration
Amusing the imagination
Prayers of peace and promise
Linger on the palette
Rich with love and kindness
Arousing peace, dancing
With bursts of creativity
God sings , shouts, sends
Blessings we wouldn’t expect
Brilliant, beautiful blessings
Breathed out of God’s own heart
Vibrant, vital and luminous
Faith awakens the assurance
That we have all we need
Miracles we’d never fathom
Wonders so jubilant, dreams
Flowing with milk and honey
Love lingers on those souls
Who know God will complete
Each and every thought – He marvels
In the creation He esteems
His children, His design, His dream
We’re blessed to be kin to the King of Kings!
That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart and made it a hundred times more beautiful. ~ Rumi
A sense of apprehension stills my hand
As I reach out to pluck the lovely rose
Weakening my hunger for its splendor
Resting upon some spot in my home
Where I can delight in it whenever I want
Mysterious melancholy weaves through me
Stilling my yearning and forcing me to see
The beckoning of a new pod surfacing there
Where a faded rose shares its depressed petals
Caressing the heavenly masterpiece of vision
Miracles collide with grace and create serenity
From the master’s hand, sweetest sensations
Of inspiration dancing across the heart and soul
Arousing joys that cure all doubt when I chance
The burst of gladness felt as I finally notice the rose
Music softens my calloused feelings with reminders
Of the many times I’ve felt His hand upon my spirit
Harvesting the gentleness, inspiration and kindness
That lives there, producing sensations of pleasure
Alive where I’ve fed and watered the precious beliefs
Whispers of silence breath through my lively intimacies
Embracing me with sensitivity and sighs of encouragement
Revealing in me the need to heal from my past pains
The grief that hopes to cut through my current painting
Of exhilaration with its knife of disillusionment and disdain
The rose finally rests there on the stem instead of my table
Revealing the wisdom of knowing that it will forever be alive
In the thoughts where it displays itself with grace and hope
Reminding me of the dewdrops, the tender petals, the gentle
Experience of not grasping its beauty while it was most ecstatic
Although I often grasped the thorns in my everyday living
This once I refused to give my desires their utmost attention
And decided to leave the beauty where it could last longest
Allowing life to go on where it was bound to encourage someone
With its rich and vivid caress upon the soul who knows its muse
As the bold sun rises with grace
Sparse soft light stretches wide and afar
Across flower's sweet scented field's mace
Powder blue clouds hide night's Dog Star
Damp murmurs of sleepy birds are heard
As the bold sun rises with grace
Stout brown rabbit in his hole stirs
While the red fox hides his hungry face
Elfin green frogs jump in a racing chase
Lazy rustling from stirring sleepy fawns
As the bold sun rises with grace
Delighting every slow white swan
Eyes, ears and life refreshed to bring
This September morn arousing the night to erase
Wake up! Wake up! So sweetly rings
As the bold sun rises with grace
Sensations pure and alive
Thriving, dancing
With a vibrant light
Whispering joy throughout
The soul – leaving faint whispers
Of wonder and hope, warming
The skin with a intensity
That believes in sensuality
Found in the lavender hues
Of dewdrops that drip
Dreamy colors of sun
Flickering through the dawn
In a caress to the one
Who knows this impression
Lasts to feed the heart
With gentle, joyful radiance
Sensations so deep and wise
Thrilling with a brilliant
Blooming insight into the soul
Who knows about arousing
Feelings flavored with breaths
Of excitement and truths
That glide through the mind
In blissful sighs of joy, tones
Of loving thoughts, spiritual
Caress to color the world in shades
Of crimson sensitivity to dreams
Who plead to be left alive
Flourishing with renewed hope
Laughing at the last smiles
Of one who knows that this life
Is built on dreams that grow
Pulsating through the night
In a fire of desire that ignites
The very bones to glowing
With a rich and energizing
Quickening, calling out to the
Heart who listens to the wish
For intimacy that is rich
With intensity and passion
A powerful expression
Of ecstasy sent to murmur
Graceful warmth through the
Soul who knows about giving
Love - Without any conditions
Unobtrusive spite with cruel-edged loudness,
Silk and lace light a night of arousing gentry,
Due to the ruddy hues and the real wellness,
Green is the scent of zeal thin field duality.
Silk and lace light a night of arousing gentry,
With a lurid boom, the frail light urging faded,
Green is the scent of zeal thin field duality,
Fire, ice, and frost have razed the pinnated.
With a lurid boom, the frail light urging faded,
Awaiting a lasting peace still shaky evening,
Fire, ice, and frost have razed the pinnated,
Late at night, it is as if they were midday being.
Awaiting a lasting peace still shaky evening,
A slip of a rich tear dries as a sad landscape,
Late at night, it is as if they were midday being,
Violet, in mad wiles, wisely views an escape!
A slip of a rich tear dries as a sad landscape,
Due to the ruddy hues and the real wellness,
Violet, in mad wiles, wisely views an escape!
Unobtrusive spite with cruel-edged loudness.
Written: June 04, 2022
What if we never meet
or I had never looked
into your eyes or saw that pretty smile
you have such a pretty smile
What if I hadn't had that first kiss
or smeeled that arousing perfume
or we hadn't gone
to the concert under the moon
that late night supper
when we first held hands
or the theather when afterward
we went to dance
what if
I ask you what if
unlike you I still shy away
sometimes there's something
i want to say
I start to speak but I stop
to look you in your eyes
I like it when you steer and ask me why
it's our thing we've
done it all along
expectually when we hear our favorite song
what if it wasn't cool
and i had never bought you
that specail jewel
what if the ring didn't fit
or I had given in
and had up and quit
what if my proposal was rejected
or our love was neglected
what if God's Love didn't shine down
no support for our love
and no one was around
what if
what if
what if
How emboldened the man who speaks of love
Fanning the ashes lying cold and dark
Arousing the flesh, exciting the heart
Elusive emotion dreams are made of
Lethargic mind, not controlling the tongue
Which utters the word and ignites a spark
Self inflicting such pain n'er to depart
Then curses the powers that be above
What manner of fool seeks such destiny
One who entices lasting anguish and shame
Then recoils in debasing self pity
Crying out to others for sympathy
Why put one's hand in a flickering flame
Love will always be fleeting and pithy
Italian Sonnet Rhyme Scheme ABBA ABBA CDE CDE
14 lines 10 syllables per line 140 syllables 96 words
An original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner