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When the wind blows hard, sometimes it takes possessions from you, but all of a sudden It stops and everything can be replaced.
When the sun burns for longtime, the drought ruins your crops, it takes part of you, but all of a sudden it rains and everything can be harvested again.
When you walked towards me,
you got deep into to my heart.
You made many promises,
you became my everything,
and all of a sudden you left,
maybe my heart will heal, but there will always be a scar.
Sometimes the snow falls when the trees are blooming and the birds have already made their nests. The flowers will wither before their time and the birds, confused, will cry.
The things you do everyday,
the small amount of stones
you put in a wall, it will make big changes for tomorrow.
Your behaviour towards others, your words of compassion, your loyalty, your empathy, your kindness and the warmth that you give without asking for anything in return, will drive away any anger that you may feel, and will strengthen your feelings and your soul.
Your religion is nothing but the way you act. Your temple is nothing but your own body.
You will find your peace when your mind, your heart and the path you walk are in tune.
Vibrant and radiant life abounds
as lovers, sealed around devotion
thrive midst nature's care...
mindful of paradise
blest, blooming, blissful
entrusted to their stewardship
for functional optimization
they both are committed to fulfill
since trees and vegetation witnessed...
the Creator exhorted them to
"Go and multiply."*
*Genesis 1:28 And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.
February 15, 2025
1st place, "Select a FEB 25 POSTED" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/19/2025
God’s presence in my life daily is my soul's utmost desire
Such assures me of His love that’s always on fire
Caring and comforting me as His compassions require
Every time I wake up, till even when at night, I retire.
Peace I pray to reign over my soul in God’s presence surely
As His forgiven child by faith in Christ truly
His calmness conquers my fearful heart sweetly
Every time harsh crises surround me tremendously.
In God’s presence is where my soul finds freedom indeed
Fellowshipping with Him, unmindful of time to exceed
While I trust Him earnestly to meet my need
Every time I seek Him so my spirit He can feed.
Joy wraps my soul in God’s presence toward eternity
Dispelling my thoughts of anguish and anxiety
His bliss envelops me with His warm security
Every time He fills me with His gladness’ certainty.
Divine guidance in God’s presence keeps my soul settled
He leads me to His authority where I’m safely handled
His wisdom directs me against being deceived and rattled
Every time I entrust my weary mind that’s embattled.
Holy pursuits hedge my soul around God’s presence*
Away from Him, my goals will have no value or sense
I need His standards to push me toward noble persistence
Every time worldliness pulls me down by its alluring insistence.
Victory awaits my soul in God’s presence thru His power
That prods me forward in my service as His called sower
To bear fruits yielded by my sacrifices blooming as a flower
Every time He rains blessings to me from His heavenly tower.
*1Chronicles 16:27 Glory and honour are in his (GOD's) presence; strength and gladness are in his place.
December 16, 2018
Edited on December 16, 2O22
1st place, "Our souls wish list" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 12/27/2022.
DIAMONDS IN THE WIND. GODS Voice is like Beautiful Diamonds in the Wind
Because it Last Forever
For there is No End
In the very Beginning was the WORD
The WORD of GOD is what All Creation Heard
Life started Blooming in the Garden
And even from the Dust
GOD blew his Breath through All of Life's nostrils Because this was a must
The Holy Angel's sang in such Beautiful Harmony And Rhythm
And held the hands of Mankind and Always walked with them
LOVE can be Little, LOVE can be Tall
LOVE Endureth FOREVER
LOVE CONQUERS ALL, Amen.
1April. 2023
By: Xanthe LaDale Smith
He
I will give you soon an adoring day
From my time flowing with the rolling hour
On a raining dawn in middle of May
When your mind will need a caring cover.
She
I will hold the day in my shaking hand
You will sit on my eyes for years forlorn
Take me through cloud to a sunny island
Where I will no longer be left alone.
He
You will hear my voice in a song so close
See my dreamy eyes looking within you
Sun will flush your face with the paint of rose
The day will make you glad you never knew.
She
I will wear the day as a sparkling gem
To my heart the glitter will take your love
I know my life won't again be the same
When all your days will lighten me up.
Togegther
Rains are gone the sun is shining so bright
On the blooming trees the birds are singing
Let God hold us together with His light
Let’s go along the garden path dancing.
September 8. 2017.
Form : Lyric. Syllable count : 10 each line
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Ode to a Spring Garden
Primrose will thrive in the shade of a tree,
bluebell will happily rise through the foliage of bleeding hearts;
and blooming tulips will grow between clumps of lilies in the sun,
in a garden of pleasure extravagant and fragrant.
Painted daisies and meadow rue will cheerfully sing in harmony,
in this quiet garden of peace and tranquility;
peonies and roses will choose to peak over a fence,
and purple phlox high and willowy will gather in a sunny corner.
Oh, those purple violets will pop up wherever they like,
creating color and havoc, magic and sweet serenity;
white shasta daisies will look everywhere,
creeping thyme will decorate a rock garden along with yarrow.
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November 13, 2019 (edit from 3/17)
Poetry/Ode/Ode to a Spring Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1198-067-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into FGI Blog Series 2 - Ode
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
First shower of early monsoon
Petals of first Kadamb flower
Purple rays of dawn
Fluttering of virgin butterflies
Eagerly waiting to touch you !
I see scratches of lusty rain
Clearly visible on your
Red lac juice tinted milky skin
Your sky blue saree-
Looks as if a reptile in deep slumber !
On that very day
When you first, fluttering your lips
Told me, “I love you !”
Is still echoing in my heart.
Today,
No moon on the head of my sky
Ceaseless rain beside my window pan
High waves of pangs of separation
In my heart,
Timber of fifth symphony
In the wind of my nerve-city !
In the spill-over flood of lightening
Floats my soul, my body, my desire;
I’m now at the end of my salad days
In sought of line of control
Of my feelings; fate – the game changer
Never allows me to cross the border
Of fortune !
Tell me, O’ damsel –
Where would I go ?
Where would I pluck thy ever blooming lotus ?
Where would I stay ?
What’s my final destination ?
Here, everywhere snowflakes of frustration
Everywhere mirages of romance,
In yellow rays of fugitive dusk
Capers your first touch,
Dazzles your first love !
I fear to wipe out dusts of my past
From the face of my mind mirror !!
Petals of that first Kadamb flower
First shower of that early monsoon
Which one day drenched your sky blue saree
Is now a phantom !
Oh! The weary winter's gone,
The nature's green as spring is on
All others are under magic spell,
But thou are still so dull and staunch?
When the old gold bonds have long been shed,
When others are forth new clothing yet
When the nature's under beauty's veil,
Yet unlively thou in such sweet sale?
All trees are laden with cordial buds,
The wind is blowing with its softest thud
Flowers are blooming in the grace of dawn,
Still, you gloomy are in the same gown.
Gradually sets in the summer
With its tranquil triumph
And the jovial haughty nature
Tempts to tender yet splendid fun!
The radiant greens compliment the lushes,
The shining joyous morning yellow
The timid snow in the highlands vanquish
But your wrath staunchly never does glow.
Do you detest the grace around you
Or do you shield your cordial mirth
Or do you refrain from expensive attire,
Perhaps you have the same set of cloths.
Then come the affluent showers
With its mute strolling wind
And the jolly laden branches
Lunatically dance with a brisk.
And in the night the rainy fog
Seeps in like thieves in mob
And leaves its mark- the hazy dew
But that's hardly in luck for you.
In no time the shower's savage
The rambling winds turn into gale
The snobbery of nature breaks like glass
The jeweled beauty is lost, alas!
Again, the weary winter's on
But not as back the life's there
Beauty's lost, all vein is gone
But thou are same still as you were!
The divorced trees have shed their jewelry,
The vail vegetation has lost its greenery,
But among the green-lost nature's hue
Remaining same you give good fortune's blues!
That's how one must know to compare
From among vail beauty to lasting fair
Is real beauty a day's attraction,
Or is it something more than competition?
The wind creeps slowly over the hill smiling at the sleeping daffodils its waiting for the sun to rise to breathe romance in the sky and fill the air with laughter. The species are known to man, they populate all over the land, and the wailing wind reminds me of an ancient tune that the emperor used to sing at noon to woo the young maiden to his chamber. Fragrance mixed with fragrance laying in the woods and the aroma from the sweet lavender escape from the old world and enters the new world with boots and socks scarfs and mittens and a thick coat to absorb the moisture from the earth, they will survive if you keep them warm but they will die if you leave them exposed in the open lawn. Flowers are blooming in the field, rosemary, oregano and winter jasmine, the temperature is falling and the people are moving around looking for a comfortable place to tarry for the winter. Winter has just began and I can feel it in my skin, autumn has come and gone, leaving lots of leaves scattered all over the lawn; this year’s winter is going to bite and you have to have the proper gloves to fight, open the winter shops and show the people what you have got, the people are coming in droves to buy the winter clothes. Open the store until late and wait patiently at the gate. For winter is walking in my skin and it is going to sting.
You were a blooming white rose, stained red by the pain,
And you showed me your scars, which I accepted without disdain.
Told you that you were no different from anyone, despite your flaws,
Showed you that you were entitled to love, despite feeling broken beyond repair.
Showed you that you deserved kindness, showed you that you deserved compassion, and showed you that you deserved support,
Made you realize that there was meaning in this wretched world.
Yet despite all my efforts, you gnawed at my heart like a wolf to its prey,
You clawed into my walls, you stripped me of my identity, and you left me bare and exposed to the venom of reality.
Wrote me songs, sounds of a broken symphony played by an orchestra of disaster, with thorns from roses you made me a bed and laid me to rest.
And despite every broken candle I had to repair and the bittersweet lies I held dear,
I forgot one main thing,
Hurt people hurt people.