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And then the cold had its story to tell again and emerged overnight
The seasons had not changed but as always kept a sudden surprise
Days sunbathing and skinny dipping on the beach felt like a shiver
As the UV filter congealed in oily tubes and prepared to hibernate
Shells from the shoreline caught the fading light by the window
Sent a message of hope and rebirth with foregone conclusions
That life can be a nauseous circle and hearts can fade without fail
Pebbles watched on still sandy and puzzled for they had lost the sea
Driftwood was stacked near the fireplace and awaited its fate
Would it go up in smoke or be preserved for artwork and fantasy
Knotted and round at the edges the tinder planned its escape
We should warm hearts and memories and refuse to be ashes
Fossilised wisdom cast its message from the core of its surface
Requested to be held in regard and esteem by the collector
Sandalwood fragrance conjoined with salty motion making waves
And reached deep inside sadness and sorrow for ongoing erosion
Jenny had lit candles whose flames danced a ballet with apt feeling
Moving as they held court over coal logs bellow ember and ashes
Their flickering flashes sang a tune of resilience and feeble closure
Blending with shades of rose petals and thorns gathered in summer
While woollen hats blankets and hot water bottles found purpose
In the essence and meaning of heart-warming tender togetherness
Jenny folded summer clothes and gave them a home in the confines
Of her chest of drawers handed down over generations of close kin
She made pumpkin soup with ground cinnamon and nobly ginger
Grated herbs seeds and remembrance then smacked her kind lips
My kisses have survived another year frozen as they may impress
The knowledge that life is impermanent and wanes as it struggles
In the distance a fog horn sounded mist spray darkness and longing
The lighthouse’s beams shone a torch and glowed unperturbed
Whereas Jenny felt a moment of questioning the might of the ocean
Took out a photograph and honoured her husband long missed in a storm
25th October 2019
The wind blew gently, rustling the leaves of oak
Skylark flitting from bough to twig
Dawn breaking from its evening cloak
Silence surrendering to new life's jig.
Fenland life awakening, yawning to the rise
Of sun's warming beauty, filling oe'r Earths skies.
The moon fades with gradual ease of time
Its evening shadows eclipsed by suns' rising prime.
Streams of ribbon meander, gentle dreams
Wander by the birch of forest glen.
Glistening, sparkling reflections of sun's beams
Filtering heavenward; raiment of soft sheen.
Cock crows his hour, robin sings his song,
Buckish hare leaps, birds of game play
Hide and seek with shooters throng;
Beaten up, open sighted, birds of prey.
Floral quilted hues upon carpet woven green,
Nectar guided insects hover on the wing.
Gold, incense, myrrh gifted to their Queen,
Warbled sonnets echo thus, this beautiful wonderous thing.
In the middle of making her famous peanut butter chocolate chip cookies
as she observed the first batch in the cookie jar displayed
his wife mused, “In all our years together I wonder…
how many of these cookies have I made?”
And that got him to wondering not just about all the cookies she’s prepared
but about how many other moments…like this one…they have shared.
In all their time together…all those hours, days and years
how many smiles have they shared with one another…
how many laughs…how many tears.
How many whispers. looks and touches
How many sounds…how many sights
How many ‘good mornings’ given and returned
How many kisses and ‘good nights.”
How many joys and sorrows have they shared
How many sun rays…and moon beams
How many fears have they divulged…how many hopes, wishes and dreams.
How many times have they hugged or sang or danced together
How many walks across the sand
How many times have they said ‘I love you’
Leaned on each other… held each other’s hand.
“I remember the first time I told you I love you.” He said
as he grabbed one of the cookies…about to have himself a snack
but I imagine, just like these cookies, as to how many…I long ago lost track.”
“I think of life…our life together, as a continually evolving rhyme
and I think one of the beauties of love…is how we lose track of time.”
“Love is experiencing something together for the first time
that becomes a treasured part of our past…
and being blessed to experience many more moments together
before that one moment that will be our last.”
“Perhaps loves most precious gift,” he said,
“which often goes unspoken and unseen…
Is to have so much happiness from the first moment to last moment
that we lose track of all the moments in between.”
Dewdrops Throb
One misty dawn a rose was kissed
The kiss of love, full flush
In magic of a morning tryst
Her joyful soul became bewitched
On her face shone a scarlet blush
Dewdrops from her eyes rush.
Rose tells her secrets to the trees
She knows they understand
Praying down on her bended knees
That the love she’d found never leaves
Asks God to lend His helping hand
Dewdrops from heaven land.
Tears that come from deep devotion
For the one of her dreams
He is her poetry potion
Healer of inner commotion
Inside her spirit glows in beams
Dewdrops slide down in streams.
The rose pirouettes all day long
Dancing for joy and love
Singing to her favourite song
A choir of birds chirping along
Busy bees buzzing o’er foxglove
Dewdrops throb high above.
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19th June 2022
Dewdrops Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Angel L Villanueva
Night Fantasies - As moonlight blankets us in passion
Crystallized moon beams
Fractured light of endless desire
Shimmer around you as our eyes meet
Beneath a canopy of hazy luminance
Pearl buttons glisten as fingers touch
Your smile grants permission
Leaving me breathless
Serenity of the night serenades
Our hearts beat in silent yearnings
Lips find your flesh pure
Your neck sweet of perfumed nectar
A sultry sigh floats wispily to the misty heavens
As we sit entwined neath barren branch silhouettes
Exploring each other amidst swirling winds
A foggy shroud lingers silently
Desolate this rendezvous, hidden hillside
Your dark cloak drapes me, floating quietly
Mysterious against this crushed velvet sky
As beauty falls like summer rain,
Drenching my sight with you
Entering the realm of my longings
A full moon stares down
Happily enchanted by our movements
As the slumbering horizon beckons
And still I gaze upward at your charm
“I love you” I sough, feeling every pulsation of affection
Blissfully seeking the depth of the evening
You peer down through hypnotic lashes
Harmonic moans sing in a sensual duet
Echoing through tree lined shadows
Increasing in tempo, you fall to my lips
Tongues dance to the melodic rapture
Fevered vibrations rhythmically sway
Clutching my arms, arching auras lift
Your hair like chocolate ribbons flowing
A shooting star trails your breathless sighs
Euphoric fuses ignite within, exploding
Illuminating your smile, your face
I rush to meet you, simultaneous sensations
Quivering stardust ecstasy shines
Collapsing into my loving arms
As moonlight blankets us in passion
Written for the Night Fantasies poetry contest
Inspired by the top photo on the contest page
Sponsored by Mystic Rose
Good Night Soupers
With lens of faith
I plunged into a momentous expedition…
there my vision beheld radiant life-filled heart
freely revolving around thanksgiving galaxy
beautified with serenity lights
illumined by blissful worship rays
while emitting service beams---
Then I heard gracious voice of the soul:
“Welcome to my private universe of love’s domain
enclosed with God’s compassion* and mercy
transcending eternity’s space…”
humbled, I asked forgiveness
being guilty of selfishness---
yet, yearning for spiritual revival.
*Psalm 145:8 The LORD is gracious, and full of compassion; slow to anger, and of great mercy.
September 27, 2020
1st place, "COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (22)any form any theme" Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 10/8/2020.
Mystic Rose's Poem
Stars Are Our Link To The Great Beyond And God Himself
I watch the splendor of a shooting star
and breathe the beauty of a hum-guitar
Her light
in flight
is like a million lanterns on a cooling night
I dream awhile beneath the tarp of heaven
then close my eyes & slowly count to seven
I wish in true
for souls renew
and soon I’m covered in night’s dew
I loose the mind and pry his realm
it`s an expedience of God’s mystic dream
When free
I see
the beauty of his creation for all eternity
I watch the splendor of a bird in flight
and breathe the beauty of a blessed night
His wings
they sing
to me of freedom, and all a night can bring;
If only we can learn to sing
Like a Cardinal on a string!
Written by: Mystic Rose
June 24, 2015
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My Answer...
I see the shooting star fall from the sky
and hear the melody of a guitar drift by
Strings played
I prayed
until the pitch night sky faded and grayed.
I counted the stars and fell into peaceful sleep
dreaming of my Shepherd. I, one of His sheep
His mercy mild
I am His child
in a perfect world where no one is beguiled
My mind sees the wonders of His new world
where love among everyone will be unfurled
Paradise waits
where no one hates
there'll be no more sickness and death abates
I wake to the beauty of dawn's early beams
and recall the mystic splendor of my dreams
I am so blessed
to be possessed
of my unyielding faith, which I've expressed
For those who are tired of feeling stressed
God will end the struggles of the oppressed
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April 16th, 2016
Mystic Rose's Answer Me Contest
If I was to take a word, say focus,
Stand it on its head,
And ask with growing sense of dread,
Why my friend did you just now,
Fly upon this particular
Moment’s verbal locus?
Torture I might answer, like waterboarding,
Might explain a thing or two.
Indeed the stakes are dear,
And the coast far from clear-
For foggy shores clarity prevents,
The utter contingency of cluttered events.
Focus is the mine shaft of the mind,
Magnifying that which falls
Into categories of significance:
Signs of a trance, a mental dance,
By which thinking signifies
The magnificent follies
Of a man upside down
In a world of lies.
No subtlety there,
Poet banging hair chest bare,
The mental frequency hertz,
Screeching, scratching, snatching,
Lose bits of hurt out of the air.
The mathematics of falling
Made clear by Newton,
His numbers uncovering
What was
Always there:
A god already in free fall,
The Fall, the autumn of our birth,
The forsaken garden,
Two dummies hand in hand,
An undulating snake,
A world of entanglement,
All fleeing into a desert dream.
For what? To where? And why?
The three double jews of the trinity
Which Law forbade no One to ask,
Yet no body did
Put focus to task.
She reappears all the time.
The rabbit hole stood for what was to come,
The worms therein what was done.
The trip down was fun,
Getting out gave more than the sum.
The prism diffracted the invisible
Beams of light,
An assortment of possibilities followed,
The world explained, the mind contained,
A boundless infinite void of space,
Surrounding us,
Disgracing us,
For we had to face,
The borders of our place.
Trapped inside
We looked the other way,
Attic floors, token doors,
A distilled virtue, forgeries for another day.
The sky was not the limit, we were.
The atoms of the mind mere reflections
Of our best guessing games.
There though, lay our best hope.
After the bloodshed
She reappeared again.
But only after.
Choices like Templars into the night,
Distracted the courtesies of a harmonious cosmos,
God had blood and died,
Men embraced humiliation and cried,
Change, the abomination of free will,
Altered the fabric of time.
Focus put by for a rainy day.
Distraction, the play thing
Of an unruly monster lurking in the shadows of thought,
Vomiting a pile of disassociations.
It's Summer time and I'm feelin' fine,
As the breeze ruffles my hair.
The sun beams down, turns my skin dark brown,
And I smile, I haven't a care.
The birds, the bees, the flowers, the trees,
And weddings in June and July.
Young things at play in the grass all day,
And little birds learning to fly.
Down on my knees in the garden I'm pleased,
As everything blossoms and blooms.
I look all around me as far as I can see,
The fields and flowers and dunes.
Along the coast birds dive and they coast,
As swimmers take to the shore.
Winter is past and now at last,
There's something to leave the house for.
The Summer sun's hot and believe it or not,
A good thing can turn on a dime,
If you don't take the notion to put on some lotion,
Because now it's Summer time.
Grapevines flow in gentle lines
blanketing the rich hillsides.
Clothed in hues of golds and reds
harvest barreled wine in sheds.
Dappled light breaks misty morn
blackbirds stir and are reborn.
Spiders weave through branch and leaf
dewdrops glisten, earth smells sweet.
Lone oak spreads its branches wide
reaching up to touch the sky.
Lone cow lingers in the field
bows her head, then eats her meal.
Chill of morn gives way to day
butterflies flit ‘round the hay.
Workers glean the harvest crush
‘midst pungent smells of purple must.
Hours pass as sunlight fades
lengthening the shadow’s rays.
Vigor wanes as strength is spent
hours of labor, time now to rest.
Sunset rays fill fading skies
brilliant color prisms rise.
Luminescent moonlight beams
through fall leaves and harvest dreams.
Written on 11/27/2017