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With looks of celestial damsel
On mission of mystery unravel
A fairy flies from foreign land
Fabulously to discover dreamland
With colourful feathers silky
Plumage so soft as cream milky
With a huge brain and physique
Seemingly bereft of travel unique
Marches with her wings vibrant
Only to devote herself on front 1
Space being her intriguing place
With supersonic speed that’s ace
Surmounting all hurdles many
The angel gathers speed gluttony
Hovering over planetoids tiny
Cosmic powers she has bonny
Revolving around many orbits
Surpassing all heavenly bits
Eventually lands on planet afar
Near the superb system of star 2
The landing leaves no stone unturned
For she knows her vision churned
Deep insight and attitude awesome
Make her an alien winsome
Tidy looks and trendy gait
Extremely stunning to catch and get
Her device offers a beverage strange
That has unique aura and rage
Pinkish perfect pure porridge
The cosmic food it seems from fridge 3
Tailor-made for her specific physique
Is the space suit with electro-magnetic
Induction full speed and winsome
Mere touch causes sparkle wowsome
A protective shield made of an alloy
Thus making her a space decoy
Satellites she whirls like a key chain
Space capsules she twirls on her mane
An enormous angel from an alien abode
Now at my solar system crossroad 4
What could be her mission possible!
Has been my subject of marvel
Is it to bring apocalypse fatal
Or just to revamp my earth petal
Before her I am like a neo natal
What to do to know her mettle
Time passes and she starts
To peruse my earth full of arts
Wonders at the seas and bays
Astonishes at mountains and rays 5
I am now beside myself
As she drills the earth deep herself
Oh soon there comes an mystery man
With torso made of crystal brand
The drilling continues till the dusk
There is a mist and her voice husk
I know it’s their language mutual
Based on the heavenly acts factual
Perhaps the mission is to find gems
In the earth stomach that overwhelms 6
Thus I’m sure she is down for mining
And exploiting the earth for farming
The drill lasts for hours twenty
Finally come out jewels aplenty
Like that of ocean-churn by Gods
Here going on planet-pumping by rods
The purpose is to adjust the axle
Though imaginary-full of miracle
Eventually gathered all gems
Putting axle in firm place 7
Your thoughtless talking
Got me running and walking
Our reflection of cyber-sensation is not genuine
You're playing with my feelings and head now...that's mean...
Where have you been?
I have lost you...once again...
How can I forgive you, boo,
When we can't see face to face?
Searching all over for you too
Am I just this overwhelming disgrace?
Oh, What now?
Ah, now what?
You have taken me on levels of frustration...I weep sleep in awake agitation
Watching the process of abuse over the years
Shallow swimmer, shadows out if the closet of velvet hesitation
You and I together drives me in bittersweet tears
In instant return,
I get your rejection reflection
I internally burn
Not involved in your life of successful intervention....
Oh no, not anymore...
Hurt alone to the core...
I shed my blood of hate for our love on my own
And, in your eyes, I'm a pitiful fool and the aftershocks of your actions had made it known and let it be shown...I don't care, I'd rather bleed in the inside alone...
Alone, I will probably be...
Not alone, you're so free...
Your senseless subjection
Of my submissive affection
It astonishes me...
Mmmmm
Wholeheartedly
Mmmmm
It vanishes vainly...
Ahhhhhh
Unfortunately...
Ahhhhhh
Yet, fortunately...
Ah, oh so wistfully
It is incredibly of envy...
I have lived to witness momentarily...
Fair or not, I love who I want to...sorry, but not sorry
Suffocated by the overwhelming elevation you sent me from miles away
You're dominant to my passion-whelmed mind's eye I can't deny or even mutter a lie
Underrated and hated by the society that wants beauty without flaws, but I'm not that sun-shining day in California some even think or say
You're recessive to my heart's main focus and its target is what's truly in your heart of sticks and stones...is it of vibrant skies or of underground goodbye's, wrapped on in ribbons of why-do-I-even-try?
I'm not here to impress,
I'm here to, well, express
What's in my young heart
I know it's not a perfect masterpiece from the start
But I tried my best
To pass life's test
Here I am today, trying to tell the rest
That a cute poet, like a headstrong athlete, needs a good night's rest
Our love is like east to west...
Sorry, friend, but I won't detest
You and all you do for me
I am a land of captivity and you the sea of Liberty
It has occurred to me that the notion of love
Confuses and stirs up the sentiments,
Mortifies the heart,
And astonishes the mind
More than it reveals to become true.
The pride of a man can be melted,
The direction of a woman perplexed,
The hardest heart overturned and revealed to be tender.
The notion of love awakens the senses,
Lifts the spirit,
And oftentimes crushes the soul
When it refuses to satisfy.
Though one may love,
They may never feel their affection returned.
Though two may be lost in love,
They may be forever lost in their expectations
Instead of being found in reality.
To be a romantic is both
A curse and a blessing.
A curse when the heart is exposed: raw, vulnerable,
And to a lover’s terror,
their love is unsatisfied,
A love is misunderstood and untrue.
A created hole in a creative heart.
A blessing, when, ever so sweetly,
A love is returned, and goes to great lengths.
To feel deeply is a 6th sense, an
Invigorating opening of the eyes,
And yet a throbbing pain to be one of the few
That feel the every movement of the working world around them.
How do I find my love?
The soul that connects to my heart?
That understands, to the full, my sentiments?
Was there ever such a thing as a soulmate?
Is one worth hoping for?
I always thought myself a dreamer,
And now, even more so.
It is a hopeless, hopeful fate.
You may ask,
What is love?
A never-ending bond?,
A seal of destiny?,
Putting another’s happiness selflessly
Before your own?
A match made in the heavens?
My answer to you is,
Perhaps.
More so, it is the figuring out
Of the journey of a lifetime,
A series of experiences,
And trials and errors,
And a commitment rooted in companionship
And honesty
And truth.
Love is…
What every soul desires,
What every sleeper
Wishes would shake them to liveliness,
What every torn, broken heart
Needs to be mended,
What everyone,
In their deepest thoughts,
Their heart of hearts,
Desires.
Pause…
This moment
Breath deeply and
Place your pen aside
It has little power left in it
Although you have endeavored
These are not your moments inspiring
But are too transparent in simplicity to record
Where is your racking anger and troubled solace?
You always compose through those eyes filled with sorrow
The meter of your verse will be painted with a dangerous divinity
And a spiritual suggestion as you put blindfolds over our true eyes
Light that flame within us that directs us past fear as a radiant beacon
That astonishes the most naïve in us with an exhilarated spiritual moment
Only you will hear its approach echoing deep within your creative heart
The tides of time will cleanse away obscurity corrupting your mind
The long deceased will reanimate as the verse flows unfettered
Those thoughts are fetal now wait to put pen to paper
While they grow under the blanket of fulfillment
Soon they will all surface and wash ashore
On the eternity of the rising sun
With the storms passing
In the hour of their birth
Let the moment rise
But breathe deep
This moment
Pause…
I have this dream where I'm a poet
and my life's an open book.
I write anything and everything
so that one person can feel everything
and anything, one thing or
something-connectedness maybe.
That rich deep running place where energy
springs from, my soul's well,
a place where
she goes to skinny dip,
or just dabble her toes in,
I write whatever comes to mind
then read slowly with the ticking of time.
She's my only fan, reads all my first editions,
my rough drafts amaze her,
editing astonishes her,
always waiting for the next chapter,
she tends to say leave your mistakes unchanged,
my words are her, everything I want to do to & for her,
I shine the mirror of words and the
description seen is a beautiful scene,
put your hand up and block the glare, that's you isn't it?
That ugly duckling full of innocence,
now look at you, so magnificent...
it's not so much the words or how they fall in place,
it's a gift shared, a hidden space seen,
the uncovering of vulnerabilities,
lyrics for a heart's melody.
I dream to one day captivate her undivided attention,
be satisfied as much as she's amazed to what's written
and do it singularly, for tonight, and the time it took life to create
heaven and planet Earth's dirt,
my words are anchored by her worth.
A Stabilizing thought in today's raging seas.
We ride a ship called Destiny
Finding my way through this lifelike maze,
seeking the benefit of love in a petri dish,
experiment gain the benefit
and to the measure of this that is written
experience and expose the highs and the lows
of what a poet dreams of, that one person,
you to be exact, might be listening.
Whispering
The Beauty of a New Birth
There are no comparisons to the birth of a newborn. The joy of the parents and family simply amazes friends and fellow workers, unless they have experienced such joy themselves. The miracle that takes place in the Delivery room astonishes the Dad as he watches his wife endure such pain and express so much joy at the same time. He sees a human being entering into this life from inside his beautiful wife's body for the first time. It has only been a reality in knowing; but now, seeing is truly believing. The wife has felt those little turns and kicks while anticipating this day, it seems like, forever. But now; the relief, the waiting, and the birth has come to this time and place. What a rejoicing as the baby cries and a smile appears on the faces of Mom and Dad.
Holding this new life, a result of their love, is so moving with grateful hearts to be this blessed: a prayer of thanks is offered unto the Lord. A kiss, a hug with overwhelming emotions as time has come to tell the family and friends what it is: a boy or a girl. An announcement that brings forth a twofold question always ask, " Is the baby OK? Is Mom OK?" Everything is great and this life has brought a new adventure into this world. Visitors enter in and go out throughout the day until Mom, Dad, and their precious little baby lays down to rest. They have spent their day rejoicing and trying to express the beauty of a new birth. Seemingly, there is just not enough words, or know how, to explain such a miraculous event. God Bless!
I wander on that restless plain,
Somewhere between ecstasy and pain
Where the common world cannot touch,
The piece of my soul that I’ve missed so much.
Our bodies were dancing in the dark,
Like two long lost loves, who’ve been apart,
Somehow reunited on this desert plain
Somewhere between pleasure and pain.
The attachment I feel has paralyzed me.
It’s a white hot ball of intensity
It’s a puffy cloud in the desert sky
It’s a crashing tidal wave of desire.
That long ago and far away
Connection that we touched that day.
My life has been changed forever
I’ll never forget that 12th of September...
Our timeless love astonishes me so
The strength of it shows me it’s centuries old.
It’s something that carries an infinite price
Like trying to buy a ray of sunlight.It came on like a crack of thunder....
It’s a brilliant bolt of lightning I am standing under.
Rolling like a desert storm.
It possesses a mysterious, dangerous charm
It gives me a lump in my throat, I can’t swallow
It’s something I want to savor so slow
It’s evident it’s not an everyday, ordinary love
It’s the kind everyone’s been dreamin’ of
We got lucky and found it
Now there’s no way around it
and no way to ground it
So let’s grab on and hold it tight in our hearts...
You are a Venus of beauty multiplying at night,
As your City Lights adorably carpet each mountain,
The moon smiles above you with its gleam so bright;
A breathtaking view which a repertoire cannot even contain
In admiration of your panorama springing like a fountain.
The sun rejoices each day upon your vast splendid arid ground,
As spectators stride along your cascading stream of gorges,
You enchantingly cradle them into your bosom blissfully around;
Your architectural stone-mountain range spectacularly astonishes,
You are a Rose City- all is agog with your carved stones in red roses.
Oh, Petra! You’re widely admired with your unique environment,
A treasure of the world, the Nabataeans’ magnificent masterpiece;
A haven of everyone’s dream to ride and walk on every pavement,
Catering sumptuous experience in lavish pleasure making all feel at peace,
And ‘tis ballad of mine isn’t even enough to laud your great wonder and grace.
Nov. 12, 2013 6.36 pm
Petra , Jordan is really a very beautiful city/place! I was there last Oct. 21-22, 2013.
My avatar was taken there;))))
First Place
Contest: Best Poetic Form
Judged: 11/17/13
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Fifth Place
Contest: Any Subject, Any Form
Judged: 11/15/13
Sponsor: Poet Charlotte Puddifoot
Falling softly
Across the room
Healing, helping, destroying gloom
There is a light
A gentle reflection
Falling around me
Soothing and resting
Upon my spirit
Where I can feel it
Inspiring my peace
Caressing my dreams
Bringing me to believe
In the love surrounding me
Falling gently
Across my dreams
Reflecting kindness
Inspirational faith
Warm and welcoming
Wise and insightful
Falling down on me
With a brilliance
That amazes, astonishes
With its laughing heart
And silent grace
Coloring the world
In hues of praise
Praying for a chance
To bring joy to those
Who know that my love
Is a love that is strong
Falling lightly
Across my thoughts
Breathing beauty
Through my thanks
Inspiring mercy
Feelings in tears
Flowing from a heart
Who knows that the years
Will bring assurance
That God is truly great
And this moment is a gift
For Him to bless
With serenity and faith
Tenderness and peace
A love that knows no end
A love this is alive
Unconditional and thriving
As it dances through my life
Penetrating my sadness
Pouring joy through me – gladness
That restores my faith
And reminds me that love
Is everything!
I'm struggling to wake up,
rubbing my sensitive eyelids,
I may need more sleep;
awesome is the resplendent
morning dispersing its light,
I perceive it as a sumptuous woman
wearing a green dress as Nature does!
The first thing I do is to whisper
a prayer different in tone and meaning,
my thankfulness to Him transcends a feeling
that reflects an immense appreciation for the precious life
I am living and not projecting emotions felt as trite...
always rendering them profound and equally fair!
The golden gleams of an awakening sun,
crown the tops of the Longleaf pines with diamonds,
not those that wealthy women wear at a ball to be noticed;
these sunbeams rays embellish their branches and make them sparkle
of a great luminescence that even astonishes the raging, fading moon
unwilling to miss the spectacle unfolding with intense images;
the Chirping sparrows have been warbling since the early dawn
and the Orchard orioles parched on spruces are somewhat sad
not have been able to perform and be admired by birdwatchers,
ah, their whistling melodies must wait for silence as they become hostile!