Long Blessed event Poems
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Inviting vibrancy as the season changed
Smiley faces bloomed, reopening dreams.
Seeing you there marked a blessed event
Akin to magical when first time eyes met.
Breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves
Flirting with patterns of shadowy sketches,
There you unfolded what love could mean
Planting bold dreams in affectionate kisses
Floating on air in the lilting summer winds.
Blazing colors inspired falling ocher scenery
Dazzling in hues of resplendent paintings
As we wrote music in autumn's reverie:
A seductive beginning of romantic ending
Composed in themes of passionate lyrics.
Mountain tops donned snow-white crowns
Satiating fantasies in pristine landscapes,
Culminating desires into sensual escapes
As the last goodbye lent your heart to me
Ending your visit and our idyllic love story.
Your beat I hear still, but it lost its melody.
How beautiful and infinite is His Universe,
small gleaming stars in a restless, frantic dance;
while moonlight softly shimmers with a silver glow!
Good angels do not hide, they are always present;
hear their fluttering wings announce a blessed event;
why fear darkness and silence, if they are close by?
Be their friend and ask them to come along,
they will certainly listen and join you in song;
God will smile seeing such a harmonic union!
On deserted paths illuminated by moonbeams,
you'll be as safe as in daylight under big trees;
no owl frightens anyone with a happy coo!
A hidden beauty can also be seen at night,
watch luminous fireflies and stars blend to delight;
He had a definite purpose for everything!
Some never stare at the Heavens, they're ungrateful...
they deny the existence of the Eternal;
I exult Him with songs and thoughts of gratefulness!
How beautiful and Infinite is His universe,
so opulently it shows its awesome brilliance;
look at stars, find joy in them...praise God evermore!
Birth
Welcome - Miracle
Blessed event - Renewal - Creation
New born- Baby - Life Begins - Complete
Happy origin - Citizenship - Family - Generations
Blood ties - Stimulation - Beautiful - Proximity - Encourage - Exciting
Warmly - Motivate - Accept - Every day - Responsibility - Respect - Challenges
Emotions - Fear - Joy - Freedom - Development - Energy
Grateful - Dreams - Hope - Fellowship - Friends
Young - Elder - Old - Loneliness
Pain - Life ebbs - Crying
Tears - Sad - Longing
Angels - Heaven
Death
(From Birth To Death)
13.03.2014
A-L Andresen :)
Contest Name: Life is what you make it!
Sponsor:Dave Wood
Deadline 4/6/2014
(4th in the contest)
. for public domain
Une Prière pour la Liberté!
Note: I used "A Prayer for Freedom" as the title of the poem because this site does not permit using proper spelling of non english languages in the title. What a shameful pity.
French "Liberté!" came with the guillotine,
hand in hand; a much more refined axe,
yet the old quality of Judgment
unchanged, and so unchained, from a past
of Justice long hung, from an old mast
flagged so proudly with "Enlightenment".
Great ideas may emerge from great minds,
and great souls may suckle their newborn life,
newly arrived, a great blessed event,
manifest with all impurities,
no guarantees of security,
or advancing Freedom's argument.
Again and again we try and try,
despite all attempts that go awry.
We so willingly give our assent,
out of sheer hope or desperation,
to better the life of a nation.
Kneel and pray that it's not all hell bent.
I fold this note neatly and lay it upon your pillow.
"Oh, sacred words of my heart and soul I pour out to Thee."
“Baby, last night was a wanton, passionate dream come true,
was as close to Heaven on earth as I shall ever be.
Nothing is comparable to making sweet love with you,
with sky high ecstasy reached and all desires set free.”
“I Can’t begin to explain the joys of pleasure that we shared,
but I flew to paradise on the whispers of your eyes.
All sensual avenues traveled, no soft feelings spared,
I remember each low moan and all those erotic sighs.”
“From satin sheets and pillows to the scented candle’s lure,
Soft music enchanted us; seduction took us deep.
Bodies melted together in one flesh, perfectly pure.
Last night is unforgettable, my heart is yours to keep.”
“Each kiss was a love story, each rapture a masterpiece,
passion’s fireworks exploded, while our elated souls sighed.
Eruptions through the wee hours, in satisfied release,
after all was said and done, many tears of joy were cried.”
“There’ll be no more nights like that one, unless we share one more.
Till the time of that blessed event, I’ll find you in my dreams.
Holding you was a dream come true, unlike any before.
I know now that love can be as beautiful as it seems.”
Glancing over my shoulder as I’m walking out the door,
I whisper, "Sweet dreams my lover, your heart has captured me."
Excitement overflowed
in their loving abode.
Their hearts were in a whirl.
The results showed it’s a girl.
With still months to wait
All they did was anticipate
The coming blessed event.
His wife with her Russian accent
Sang joyously all day long.
Such happiness in each song.
All was in readiness for the baby
Except to pick a name maybe.
His wife had ideas of a sweet name.
They just couldn’t agree on one and the same.
He wanted her named after his mother
Mary Jane Smith, He didn’t pick another.
Svetlana Tatiana Galina Smith his wife chose.
Now this became a great problem that arose.
Finally the day of their daughter’s birth.
More precious than gold the baby was worth.
To all visitors their beautiful daughter was shown.
To the nurses Baby Smith she was known.
The form they were given for the birth registry.
Would they name her Svetlana or would she be Mary?
I will keep you guessing for a little longer.
Whose decision was to be the very much stronger?
Years passed her nick name became Sweet Pea.
A loving family, no happier could they be.
Soon it was time for their beautiful girl to go to school.
Her Birth Certificate had to be produced, it was the rule.
The certificate was handed to the school forthwith
Showing the child’s name being Nameless Smith.
How do we men become fathers
I write of the traditional way
First, we have to get married
A blind leap off a cliff, you might say
And our partner has to want to be a mother
No getting around that, no way other
Then we both have to be free of 'conditions'
That might lead to 'baby-prohibition'
An egg is fertilized, a fetus is grows
Pretty soon, Mom's belly shows
A heart is detected, fingers and toes stick out
The miracle of life is what this is about...
Then the blessed event, a baby is born
Our faces as happy as a sunshine-filled morn
So, no man becomes a father all by himself
He's surrounded by Love ~ an abundance of help