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No storm as unpredictable as she
who leaves annihilation where she walks;
no telling what intemperate mood she’s in –
a maelstrom that conceals a sultry beauty.
No effort to be fashioned as we like,
instead, a growling snarl behind the
veil – furtive, and now hidden in the night,
awaiting truths that we are fearful of.
Yesterday’s for granted skies - so cloudless,
untroubled beauty clothed in flawless climes,
and here, within the eye, all is still, and
prayers and wishes in the quell are starry;
as another tumult taunts the edge of skies.
She pirouettes across this earthly stage and
while shedding tears that wash the sins of all,
reminds us just to cherish all that is (that's)
not measured by what others deem as best.
So, after nature waltzes through "what of"?
Destruction of "what was" will leave us dark,
yet, we are not the first to build again, and
won't forget when next the skies are bright!
The final words taken from Lord Byron
She walks in beauty like the night,
of cloudless climes and starry skies
and all that's best of dark and bright.
In a cynical realm where truth is tainted in black, rises she,
amidst whirling vortexes veiling reveries where she walks.
Yet society thrums thick skinned lies, whilst morning moon sighs in-
silence, seeing sunrise through eyes that mirror golden beauty.
Her persona resembles firm perennial petals like,
maternal warriors waltzing through wistful winds, singing the,
song of survival in loneliness through every forlorn night.
She's bestowed with selfless angels thawing wicked webs of,
time, freezing the rainbows hidden behind cloudless,
cerulean wrapped in balmy breeze blowing along cashmere climes.
She is her own sorceress with an invisible ring and
silver spells, her unbreakable spirit shines like starry
amulets of faith, sparkling across cold midnight skies.
She still composes calm symphonies in elegance and,
patience, whilst ignorant tongues concoct storms amongst all,
evil that reeks within a community that's-
ready to place names, find fault in words within the chorus of life, best,
written for the unheard voices ostracized, by merciless tunes of,
the past, where freedom fighters were left alone in the dark.
But she sprouts, like a sunflower growing in the cracks of emptiness and,
like an untamable warrior, she serves hope and love, that beams so bright.
“She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and bright Lord Byron – She Walks in Beauty”
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That first morning moment we awaken and our eyes meet
When the sun shines upon you, your face sparkles so sweet
The way you play and say kind words to me when you toy
When you whisper to me, you are my love, pride and joy
When we get cozy side by side I tingle in the solemn night
That fuzzy warm feeling I get when your arms hold me tight
When you sing of times we have shared, getting ready for bed
When you recite Keats, Byron and Poe off the top of your head
When you ravish me and relish me with oodles of affection
When we slurp noodles, we have the twin flame connection
How you're kind to animals, excite them with your quirky voices
You always get me, I dig it when you help with simple choices
When I’m sad you make me laugh with your shameless jokes
What pleasurable delights and suggestions your mind evokes
When you pray for more kindness less hate in the world
When your cheeks blush bold with your soul unfurled
He has put a pair together and I am one of them it’s clear
You are a Godsend, you are a precious stone and my dear
Knowing I’m with you, you with me, always having you here
I’ll never truly be alone in my heart when you're away or near
"Over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar." Lord Byron
Dawn brushes sapphire skies
Dawn summons turquoise tides
Tides flow upon golden shores
Tides wash away sandcastles
Sandcastles that brought joy
Sandcastles built on dreams
Dreams bring hope for tomorrow
Dreams are fragile butterflies
Butterflies symbolise evolution
Butterflies love to migrate
Migrate towards distant petals
Migrate against winds of change
Change reflects through time
Change is illustrated in seasons
Seasons give birth in spring
Seasons bring death in Autumn
Autumn is the nemesis of summer
Autumn eases us into winter
Winter is cursed with ebony essence
Winter is a time for soul searching
Searching for belonging
Searching for romance
Romance is a vibrant palette
Romance soothes lonely hearts
Hearts connect through distance
Hearts have hidden harmonies
Harmonies through lullabies
Harmonies heard when silent
Silent like separated stars
Silent like midnight streams
Streams merge into seas
Streams dissolve into waves
Waves wash away worries
Waves carry our whispers
Whispers of a ship in a bottle
Whispers of new beginnings
Beginnings of a fresh seed
Beginnings of new paths
Paths that bring purpose
Paths that lead to happiness
Happiness of effervescent eyes
Happiness is a way of life
Life has many chapters
Life writes our stories
Stories with or without words
Stories shown through poetry
Poetry full of emotions
Poetry that is visible
Visible
Emotions
Gloria is the lass all the college boys fancied. In fact, she
was the one they dreamed of marrying. Yet, when she walks
through the door at the reunion, she’s unrecognizable! In
truth, she looks like a wrinkled drag queen. A ravishing beauty,
she is no more. Her once pert breasts now hang down like
spaniel ears. Seeing her makes me glad I’ve kept in shape! The
hours spent working out in our private gym and spa each night
have paid off. Marrying a successful surgeon has its perks! Of
course my tan is from weeks aboard our yacht, ‘Cloudless.’
We escape bitterly cold weather by sailing to sunnier climes.
The Caribbean is where we always celebrate Christmas and
New Year. We sip champagne as fireworks explode in starry
streams of gold and silver sparkles in dark inky blue skies.
The room falls silent, all eyes on me as I sashay to Gloria and
we embrace, kissing the air as we did when we were young. All
evening we reminisced. I'm glad I was an ugly duckling. That’s
how I met, Max. My facial reconstruction proved he was the best
plastic surgeon in the world. He performed with the skill of
an haute couture designer and lifted me from depths of dark
depression. I was totally transformed into a catwalk model and
when we married, I knew my future would always be bright.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Lord Byron – She Walks in Beauty
I first read Lord Byron's poetry, after a love was lost.
Each of us going separate ways; sorrow, the high cost.
Byron wrote of his grieving in 'When We Two Parted,'
of how lovers might leave off; both sadly broken hearted.
He expressed his time of "silence and tears," endured
for years from the one he'd loved, and of his cold cheek,
the one she'd kissed with soft lips, the one that had allured.
His verses written in poetic words; ones he could not speak.
He wrote of affection lost in the sentimental poem, 'The Tear.'
How the name of his loved one, his heart shall always revere
and loathed the last look he took as she slowly turned away.
Byron lived with romantic despair; his Sonnets woefully convey.
The woman he loved no longer walked in beauty like the night...
'She Walks in Beauty,' is perhaps the most famous of his writes.
His appreciation for love read in, "A heart whose love is innocent!"
But once lost, the stars are veiled by clouds becoming imminent.
I reference a lesser of his works, for it's become my favorite one.
'Remind Me Not, Remind Me Not' made me feel dolefully undone.
He penned, "those beloved, vanish'd hours my soul was given thee."
Bereft but "may never be forgot," though their loved ceased to be.
He dreamed the love they'd shared returned, but that was fantasy
and swore his love would not fade. In his heart it remained reality.
Final lines, "Can still a pleasing dream restore," instead of being forgot?
If hours we had together are gone, "Then tell me not, remind me not."
In the realm where dreams collide, is she
the smirk star that appears, glides, then walks?
I grasped you; the otherworldly was in
the vicinity, gazing in awe at the scene of beauty.
As far as I notice where I sit on this earth, I like
your lambent soul, guiding me toward the
glow that beams and leads me into a lucid night.
Oh, buoyant star, you shine and dazzle of
dedication that is bright and cloudless
It hurts my eyes and takes away my inner climes.
To myself, I said, "You are truly a dulcet icon. And
upthrust above the wilderness, looking starry
At night, you shine brighter than the skies
my consolations utterly ignite your soul. And
the world where dreams resist colliding, all
bind and confine, to divulge facts, that's,
even the stars tremble in your presence, best
when twilight falls, for hope to return, of
tactility to grab your light in the dark.
I'm holding on to my emptiness, sorrow, and
I am in awe of the beauty of this star so bright.
Inspired by: Lord Byron – She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
What happened to poetry
And who was it that chose
No more rhymes in rows
That really paint our woes
Crows restraint still grows
Feint eschews all bestows
Cast of the past now foes
Taint not any faint echoes
So let’s remember all those
Each saint whose line glows
Before poems became prose
Enthralled by whining tweets
Forgot all of the shining feats
So John Betjeman not a don
Tennyson not a true denizen
Appalled no mining of treats
Silver lining dining on beats
Of Shelley, Byron and Keats
They scold old man Finnegan
Clear we no longer hold dear
Told never cheer Edward Lear
Jeer at another rhyming peer
Envoy of joy from yesteryear
Lewis Carroll it’s rather que*r
Fear don’t like Spike Milligan
Despair no old school wares
And that no one really cares
Shares Mr Dahl or Pam Ayres
As where are their flair heirs
Their pastime rhyme in pairs
Sublime as climb down stairs
I cannot contain my dismay
At dastardly scheme at play
Ignore what new poets say
Deplore every proper foray
Encore of gem Lemn Sissay
To spin is not a sin can inspire
No shirking the prophetic fire
The din of our poetic pariah
Right society wrongs desire
Smirking working class choir
Benjamin chagrin Zephaniah
I cry why are critics crippling
Tiff with any riff that’s tippling
As lovely rhymes are rippling
Shout how about IF by Kipling
Is limerick truly just a gimmick
Nursery rhyme is just a mimic
All my efforts are truly pyrrhic
Lexicon crime from older clime
Ardour for a larder in its prime
Duly checked into rehab clinic
Going to say it one more time
To all those who chose prose
It ain’t poetry if it don’t rhyme
Taught is a sort of dirty grime
Shirty don’t care if you glower
Rhymes cease rest in peace
They say from their ivory tower
Poetry they sour by being dour
Well I for one will never cower
Contest can amaze & always
Come what may.. will forever
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