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The stars move round in perfect harmony,
All planets move in their destined paths,
Never wavering. The harmony of celestial routes.
And now and then in the dark of the night,
I climb onto my roof and watch the million stars
Shining upon the earth with all their splendour.
Look right down in the sky, is that not the morning star
Many label it as Venus which does not twinkle,
But stares directly into your eyes, evoking love.
Oh, how elated can one feel, mesmerised by emotions
So deep into our hearts as we yearn for companionship.
Hush, the culmination of love comes with the moon
As it moves up above the dark purple hills.
I call my wife to come and see the enormous wonder
Of the dazzling resplendent night panorama,
Knew that our love now blends into a romantic oneness.
I like to walk in the morning before most people and the sun arise…
while the last scenes of their dreams are still dancing behind their eyes.
Walking alone among the stars I feel alive….I feel free…
It’s where I do some thinking…it’s where I wrote some poetry.
This morning, however, I thought…I’ll just walk…I’ll enjoy my quiet time…
I won’t do any thinking…I won’t fill my head with rhymes.
But it’s hard, even in the darkness, not to think of all the beauty that I see…
from the stars that dot the sky…to the shadows of the trees.
From the clouds floating overhead that lovingly caress the moon…
to the owls and crickets and mockingbirds who sing their morning tunes.
From the sound the unseen ocean makes as she blends in with the night…
to the rabbits who, as they watch me pass, are illuminated in moonlight.
Yes, I attempted to walk this morning and just enjoy my quiet time…
for no particular reason and with no particular rhyme.
But with all the sights and sound around me…all this beauty that enchants…
Though I try not think or come up with rhymes…it’s obvious…I can’t.
Fog
The fog lies deep,
Deep as a whisper,
On Sengekontacket pond,
The far shore only a
Charcoal smudge
Engulfed in smoky gray.
At left, the scrubby dunes
Hunch dark along the road.
The sea beyond blends
Seamlessly into the void,
Where tolls the warning
Of a passing, phantom ship.
Then, ahead, out of the mist,
A pair of yellow eyes!
And a dark and formless beast
Slips by me on the road, silently,
Disappearing, winking red
In my rear view mirror.
When I reach the little bridge,
Suddenly the air is clear!
No trace of fog or misty trees
Or passing, ghostly ships!
Without a thought, I turn
And head back whence I came!
I stop along the sandy road,
Take up my steaming cup,
And scramble through the dunes.
I sit, heedless of the damp sand,
Sip my morning coffee,
And listen - listen to the silence.
in my garden amidst the flowers and hanging baskets
I notice a wren bouncing around, busy, eating, exploring
the bird does not stand out but blends in with brownish hues
you usually have to look close to see a little garden wren
you cannot entice them with seeds, no way, they want worms
even a bug will do, oh, they do like suet hanging from a tree
they will do knee bends and bob their heads when disturbed
and have quite an exuberant voice, and never stop moving
their song is so beautiful that it echoes among my flowers
and among my hanging baskets of trailing vines and blooms
sometimes, in the winter, little wrens sing at my window
saying hello in a song ... 'time to get up sleepy head' ~~
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May 28, 2023
Poetry/Free Verse/Garden Wren
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1550-402-28
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Meet moments wild with peace in place,
Yield a fond smile that keeps warm feel.
Reach then dear child as zest moves space,
Apt that fine style that helps joy heal;
Indulge that gaze on your kind poise,
Note colours bright that splash most bold;
Bestow your craze where love spurs voice,
Opt feelings right to warm thoughts cold;
Wise is the man who learns to play.
Dance on the verge of whispers grand,
Reap faith that blends with truth each day;
Etch charming surge as well you can,
Allow and sip your ample gains,
Mellow life's tip with affluence plain.
Leon Enriquez
05 November 2017
Singapore
So, now you're mad.
You asked my opinion and begged my ear
and foolishly I spoke my mind
but it wasn't what you wanted to hear
and you reacted most unkind.
You said a hurtful thing in painful sharp defense
and then massaged it sorely with another
leaving me to sulk and build my own created fence
as my anger and frustration you would soon discover.
I can play the blame card too,
without thinking regretted words begin to leap
spurt quick and sharp they spewed
then in the verbal passing cut both hearts deep.
So, now I'm mad. as well.
Our friendship once survived the years
but hateful words tear us apart
and in our separate veil of tears
we no longer share one heart.
Like the bonds that once drew us together
each word and look, took us farther out of view
and all that now remains is the stormy weather
and a fading friendship strained anew.
It's become a war of words
where nothing bends or blends
and the spirit ill affords non-harmonic discords
as long lasted friendship now comes to an end.
Us and Them
Them and Us
Good and Evil, until
You aren’t just them
I’m not just us
God’s Chosen, choosing
Who blends, who shows
Who stays, who goes
All God’s Children, except
The ones who aren’t
And those who know, accept, until
You don’t accept, but will
Until
Justice for the oppressed
By the oppressed
For the oppression, because
Online, in person, AI
So much easier, so much harder to
Read the room, when there isn’t a room except
Real-world consequences of online advances
From perceived slights and actual rights
Denied, defied,
Hope denied, fear defied
Truth accepted, hope connected
We wandered beside the hills happily
My daughter was very glad to see
Lambs grazing golden grass
A few looking at us
One of them became friends with Emily
The wool in its neck she cuddled fondly
You are, she said, my Goldie
They walked by the green road
Looked on a big eyed toad
From my flask I poured a cup of tea
From nowhere a van turned up speedily
Just in front of Emily and Goldie
Right then a small black cat
Before the van it sat
A huge sound of a brake shattered our glee
The black cat sat in the middle of the road
From the motor van rolled out a brown gourd
The black cat looked at it
As if saying ********
It caressed the lamb in a pink mode
Emily was now with two true friends
She watched how a black cat with a lamb blends
They now sat on a mat
The cat snatched at her hat
What seems impossible love transcends
Emily brought home the black cat
In a week's time the saviour grew fat
Needed a nice comrade
Would play with her long braid
When tired would take rest in a basket
A neighbour's brown cat would sometime come
Both would then pass their time handsome
Emily would join them
I would write a poem
Or in delight a Spanish guitar strum
The black cat was by now a friend with all
One day it got injured in a brawl
Visited the kind vet
He pronounced it was dead
Many waves thus rise to suddenly fall
In the garden near the haystack
The cat was buried wrapped in a silken sac
As the spring came to a close
Arrived there a dark black rose
The black cat said, look, I have come back
This way many a black cat delights us
Some we see some in unconscious
Comes and goes the black rose
Life doesn't come to a close
Van Gogh always keeps painting on canvas
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January 23, 2018
There is a Bright Side Poetry Contest
Prompt: Picture 2 Aww ... You're not bad luck
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
In the golden glow of a distant evening,
Awakens the uncertain soul of a photographer,
An elusive shooting star in these captivating streets,
New Yorkers offering her a name to avoid collisions,
"Excuse me, Golden Lady."
She adds the "B" to her flashy brush,
Capturing the invisible and clandestine sublime,
Weaving silent stories,
Revealing secrets that poets deliciously hide.
Daughter of the Golden Light and the Blue Light too,
She blends the shades of swing, be-bop, and jazz,
Her pen dances on the lines of invisible hip-hop,
And her shots whisper indescribable promises.
Beneath my fingertips, light turns into poetry,
Shadows come alive, enchanted with magic,
Every gaze, every smile, every captured moment,
Becomes a vibrant echo, resonating with artists who've come, returned, and will come again.
Golden Lady B,
In me, words confide,
Entwining, interlacing, unfolding,
Transcending the borders of oblivion,
For an endless song.
In the chiaroscuro of my creations,
Silences whisper a thousand sensations,
And self-reflection dances with clarity,
Coming to life through your gaze,
Seeing what it desires to see.
Golden Lady B,
Guardian of the ephemeral,
Seeker of capturing eternity in an instant,
As the breath of poets continues to explore the soul, the intimate, and the rebellious.
Aby M.
goldenladyb.com
Radiating nature’s colorful glow
designed well by divine artistic might
showing blessings of God midst harvest* flow
Oh, grandeur of Fall brings sublime delight.
Presenting varied hues of lovely blends
red, orange, yellow, auburn, maroon, gold
overshadow green that beauty transcends
Yes, grandeur of Fall … a sight to behold.
Inspiring painters for picturesque scene
to highlight amber shades with crimson rays
against rusty foliage so serene
that’s grandeur of Fall marked by awesome praise.
Enthralled vicariously, my heart can shout
Wow, I fall for grandeur of Fall … no doubt.
*Matthew 9:38 38 Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he will send forth labourers into his harvest.
November 23, 2023