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The Wonders of You
There are many wonders in the world
The best of the best being You
We must ask this of you our dear Lord
How You do all the things You do.
This magnificent world we live in
Bestowing boundless artistry
Majestic sky, azure blue oceans
Luscious flora and greenery.
Stars and moonbeams which light dark of night
Wonders which have never yet ceased
Sunrise at the beginning of day
Visions not easily perceived.
Each exquisite tall elegant tree
All creatures of earth sea and sky
For life and grain, soft refreshing rain
True wonders, no one could deny.
There are we You made so expertly
How miraculously You did
Yet You sacrificed Your life for us
So that in Godly grace we'd live.
Lord above for the wonders of earth
We pray and praise for all we're worth.
20th June 2021
a soft grey curtain dangles
before the shining light
a sparkling film
that splits the here
from what lies beyond
the common sight
a place of whisper
where the faintest fear finds no shrine
we stroll this world
on slightly solid, secular
known ground
our hands can touch the wood
the concrete and the cooling stone
yet something deep
within us makes no sound
but strives to know
what waits to be made known
yonder, outside
it is a realm beyond
where sunlight never fades
where silence deep resides
boundless peace sparkles
sordid stress and strains take flight
bliss steps in their place
the breath we inhale
seems thinner than it was before
the air itself begins to change
responding to some unseen
unknown, invisible force
that shifts the world
beyond our easy range
perhaps the cherished ones
who have parted before
come around to visit us
concealed to mortal eyes
watching us wander wearily
toward that distant door
beyond the arch of familiar skies
we only feel the tug
the gentle pull
the yearning for a truth
that stays screened, secret
a promise whispered
beautiful, but uncertain
of distant worlds the present
has not yet revealed.
In your eyes, I see the sunrise,
A brilliant world that never lies.
Your touch, a whisper, soft and kind,
In your embrace, my heart unwind.
Our love, a dance beneath the moon,
A melody, a perfect tune.
With every breath, with every sigh,
You are my heart's eternal sky.
Through stormy seas and darkened nights,
You are my beacon, my guiding light.
In your laughter, I find my song,
In your love, I find where I belong.
The days with you are painted gold,
A story of love, forever told.
With each moment, a memory made,
In this journey together, unafraid.
Hand in hand, we'll walk this way,
Through every night and every day.
For in your eyes,
I find my place, A boundless love, a sweet embrace.
When mind is in the moment, thoughtlessness prevails"
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Keep your mind away from thoughts that rebound
Hear the mesmerizing melodic music of surround
Bask in the bewitching beauteous objects that astound
Sense all the sensations you skin has sensed around
Inhale the myriad magnetic fragrances floating around
Experience boundless bounteous bliss of God abound
Mindfulness leads to cessation
Of thoughts, the causation
Of our miseries, our vexation
Mindfulness makes us aware of creation
Leading to captivation
Then to our admiration
And acclamation
Of love of God flowing without cessation
When thoughts end
Vibrations ascend
We transcend
The body
Situated in Samadhi
experiences bliss eternal
Sees soul internal
Attains salvation
Instant elation
To final destination
The only shivers thirsty for life that dance in memory,
Are those moments, bathed in the pure light of love,
When the heart, an untamed bird, leaped from its nest,
And we ran through dreams and realities, with a soul in love.
In the silence between us, clocks lose their purpose,
And seconds, like butterflies, break their wings in their flight towards infinity,
Everything is a stage, and we are the actors of an unwhispered poem,
And only the moments of love remain, nothing else matters, nothing is forbidden.
Empty dreamy streets are now my witnesses, trees whisper,
I remember only you, your shadow follows me at dusk and dawn,
Every tear, a falling star in the constellation of my profound longing,
Any smile, a moonbeam that breaks the darkness into colors.
How could I forget the euphoric cry of first love,
A solemn and bashful call that enveloped me like a fiery cloak?
Our story is deeply etched in the garden of the barefoot and blooming soul,
Where your step echoes, everlasting, a harmony that doesn't unravel with the days.
You painted the sky of my life with the colors of fiery love,
And every day without your love is just a shadow of the past in which we lost ourselves,
Your love gives birth in me to boundless longing, a song of love,
And I look back only to find your kiss, a reverie that never dies.
In the tapestry of twilight, vibrant hues entwine,
Emerald whispers dance in the breeze,
Crimson aspirations burst like fireworks,
Each stroke of thought a vivid brush,
Painting joy across the canvas of my mind.
The ocean of dreams swells with cerulean waves,
Sapphire secrets linger, deep and alluring,
Golden rays pierce through the misty embrace,
Each splash a heartbeat, each ripple a song,
Inviting the soul to dive into boundless wonder.
A palette of fantasies blooms in radiant fields,
Violet petals unfurl in the warmth of the dawn,
Amber suns rise, igniting the horizon,
As laughter cascades like rainbows in spring,
Filling the air with a symphony of delight.
In this kaleidoscope realm, shadows lose their weight,
Colors blend in harmony, a joyous fusion,
Dreams unfurl like banners, bold and magnificent,
Carrying whispers of hope on their fluttering tips,
Each shade a promise of a day anew.
Together we journey through this vibrant expanse,
Where imagination reigns and spirits take flight,
With every heartbeat, a spectrum ignites,
Charting a course through realms of pure bliss,
In this world of dreams, we are forever alive.
In bejeweled jade landscape
the topaz terrain rolls
as wondrous waves,
undulates with
sculpted panorama
of captivating cadence,
entrenches in earthen frame
the sprawling shape
of a placid lake,
sublimely sparkling,
the shining sapphire face
looking up entranced
toward the cerulean sky,
spread serene on
boundless blankness.
The southern zephyr
whispers enticing melody
to the rhapsodic ripples,
rolling aquatic rhythm,
intensely passionate,
stretching in seraphic span
of self-centric array,
sliding on slithering shadows
of the dancing trees,
lining the contorted contours
of the splashing shore,
emerald adorned.
Malachite lotus leaves
float flamboyant
with pulsating fervor,
the ruby flush
of full bloom
makes the collage
of fiery fresco
with fanning feathers
of flaming flamingos,
their ballerina legs wading
the lazuline waters
in avian grace,
supple napes swiveling
in charismatic concerto
of aquatic ballet,
rapturous recital
performed unruffled
in hypnotic gleam
of the setting sun,
chromatic spectrum
composes the sonata
for lacustrine opera.
In a world of words, where fear does not hide, perhaps nothing is concealed in shadow,
I search for a code that unravels as I seek it, and I search for myself in the deep story,
Until the story begins to seek me, a poem like a cipher that pretends to be deciphered,
And words are the only place where we intentionally lose ourselves, in their unending dance.
Yet, it slips through, but no, it tightens, no, it was never there, you never knew it,
And you will write it again and read it again and forget it again, in the eternal, uninterrupted circle,
The code constantly changes, but you have already begun, but there is no beginning, no beginning exists,
In the silence of thoughts, I lose myself in a search, a journey through the unending labyrinth.
Each step is a question, and each answer transforms into a new enigma,
I head towards a horizon of signs and symbols, a dance of letters in paradigm,
Where every word is a note that reverberates in the depths of my soul,
I wonder if the beginning is just an illusion, a starting point I cannot always see.
In this stream of consciousness, I always return to the same question: where do I find myself?
And if the answer is nowhere, if it's just an echo of our desire, I live continually searching,
In this boundless meditation, I let the words flow like a river of thoughts, without end,
To carry me beyond what I know and don't know, to a place where no beginning or end exists.
Perhaps true poetry is not in the words written, but in the spaces between them, in their silence,
An unwritten code that can never be deciphered, a mystery that binds us in longing,
An eternal present in which I find and lose myself alike, traveling unceasingly,
And thus, in the universe of words, I continue to search, dreaming, loving, meditating without end.
A delight for female eyes was his gorgeous face and strong physique;
His dark eyes lured them in, but his kisses left them spellbound.
The beauty of his skin could but briefly hide his fickle heart.
One summer he met at last the woman who could claim his heart -
A lovely Aphrodite to match this young Adonis.
With her wiles, she beguiled him, and his flighty heart then grew devout.
From June to July, boundless seemed their rapture; how they loved . . .
in brilliant fields of daffodils; on amber sand beneath the moon!
By August, he was on one knee with a diamond ring in hand.
Red anemones bloom in the garden where he saw her last.
The Aphrodite he hoped to wed was someone else instead -
Brawn and beauty are not all; a wise Athena finished their fling.
For Deb's Sijo Strings Contest
"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . . . "
Quote by_Constance La France
The creative urge of our vibrant soul
articulates poetry when it heeds
pulse of divine consciousness we extol.
Navigating life to fulfil our role,
without any doubt love magnetism leads
the creative urge of our vibrant soul.
To rise from limitation and feel whole,
drawn to love’s beauteous rhythm soul needs
pulse of divine consciousness we extol.
Knowing our aura is blackened like coal,
oh hermit, know God's boundless grace yet feeds
the creative urge of our vibrant soul.
Making unique music, being our goal,
empty like space, purity of heart speeds
pulse of divine consciousness we extol.
We paint the canvas by ceding control,
as the burning yearning to ink love seeds
the creative urge of our vibrant soul;
pulse of divine consciousness we extol.
14-November-2022
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Grammar
Theme: Writing
WRITING CHALLENGE - ''V'' Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France