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Premium Member When Time Stood Still

When time stood still, it found us two
on higher ground. A wondrous view
lay below, for it was spread
with jasmine blossoms white and red
and bluebells nodding in the breeze
nearby weeping willow trees.
We stood there on that hill -
amazed - when time stood still.

We stood between the day and night,
a radiant light in our sight.
Sun that had begun to slide
beyond our small hill’s western side.
We watched it touch down, saw it gild
all the flowers in the field.
When all the world was good,
on verge of dusk we stood.

When time moved on, it found us then
asleep in our old spot, a glen.
Tired at last, we’d made our way
that moonless night, until we lay
in darkening serenity.
Then awakened, we would see
the whispering of dawn
as precious time moved on. . . 

5/6/2022
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Faith Invites Love

My healthiest ego-loving master plan
converses in truth and beauty communions
with my wealthiest imagined eco-habitat
mistressingly designed

For co-invested
cooperative master planned
in win/win work distressing play,
mysteriously
mighty curious
BiNomials,
all double-capital eccentric

UnCentric
neither positive
or negative
bipolar
yet both positive
and negative dipolar
to become regeneratively healthy
enlivened
enspirited
enlightened

BiNomial awareness
means ecosystemic flow
streams positive/negative
full win/win through empty lose/lose
double-fractal octave spectral
not quite resolved
for leftbrain deductive-only
closure

Of Both/And hypotheses
for synergetically multicultural
polycultural healthy democratic theories
impressing/depressing cultural values/disvalues

CoAligning,
syncing up and down,
out and inside
safety and health

Organic NeuroSystemic Life
as love's enraptured energy
and not so much death of sacred grace 
secularizing entropy,

More of an ecofeminist
egalitarian restorative order
and interdependent punishing
dissociative patriarchal complex
reductive negative 
pathological memories

Shadowy monocultural v polycultural awareness
of chaotic complexity
felt inside voices
touched by darkening outside choices

Except for MultiCultural
GlobalGreen 
InterFaith CommunioNations
restoring wellness-sung FaithPower
healthy-wealth invites 
LoveLight 
binomial dancing Communications.

My healthiest ego-loving master plan
converses in truth and beauty green communions
with my wealthiest imagined inter-faith eco-habitat
mistressingly win/lose competitively designed
in this unfaithful GreatTransitional moment
toward win/win healthy democratic
green peace revolution 
of Earth's HealthJustice

My healthiest ego-loving master plan
invites converging
in truth and beauty green inside communion voices
in my wealthiest imagined 
multi-faith ecohabitat informed choices
for healthy leftbrain deductive powers
and wealthy rightbrain inductive light.

Premium Member The Silence Faded With a soft Embrace


                              "Silence Faded with a Soft Embrace"


                             Seated on the bench of a silent shore
                           Two loving souls lately at daggers drawn
                         Seemed to be two worlds apart to the core,
                          Their amorous whispers of lore were gone
                        Instead, grumpy words flew from each other
                         Aimed to tear their unthreading ties further.

                             The root of their rebellious row rested
                              On the pernicious worms of jealousy
                                 With the lady`s spirit devastated
                                With clouds on her lover`s fidelity
                           And lack of shines of mutual confidence
                           Darkening day dreams of their existence.

                         All sweats to clear away the clouds were vain,
                            It seemed they were getting further apart
                          With the two lovers` heart pining with pain
                            On the verge from each other to depart,
                           It seemed the dice was now cast for ever
                            And they were destined their ties to sever.

                       It seemed their exchange of sweet love letters
                         The sparkle of scents shared with each other
                           Their passionate moments spent together
                             The soft music in their ears were over
                            Giving way to woeful waves of distress
                       And mournful streams of sorrow and sadness;

                               A dreary silence invaded the shore
                        Thick layers of darkish clouds veiled the sky,
                             In a while it started to pour and pour
                           Hardly beyond a near cry one could eye,
                            Man offered his coat to lady with grace
                            The silence faded with a soft embrace.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Dusk At the Beach

As a rainbow of the sunset descends
   and the balmy breeze washes over sand
   that tickles between toes and carefree hand,
I’m in the company of valued friends.
The deceptive calm of darkening sea
   where the cormorants dive for their last meal,
   the leeward shadows of the rocks turn teal –
I would not wish in other place to be.
The windsurfers had furled colourful kites.
   Easterly wind had died down for the day
   and sharks are out to forage and for play
in riptides, lurking out of reach of lights.
I lift my eyes to the offing distant,
the aspect of which is ever constant.

INSPIRED BY:
Sonnet VI,
by William Lisle Bowles  

Poetic form: BOWLESIAN SONNET

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*offing: (n) The sea-level horizon is the geographic horizon at sea level. One of the best places to see the sea-level horizon is a beach. The ocean and the sky provide a clean, flat line where the Earth seems to meet the sky. If you’re standing on the beach looking out at the sea the part of the sea that ‘touches’ the horizon is called the 'offing'.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Comfort

¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ my darling,
Into the hidden, 
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ 
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ I
Am wonder-ridden. 

¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ 
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ 
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ 
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the shadows tell
Me things, and silences toss 
Me their drift. 

You sent me ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ fire 
Out of death, and it burns in the draught
Of the breathing ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Kindles the darkening pyre 
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ sorrowful, ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ 

Form after form, in the streets 
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Kindled to me; 
The star above the house-top greets
Me every eve with a long 
Song fierily. 

¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ the town
Glimmers with subtle ghosts 
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ 
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ 
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦

¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ 
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ bereaved of you, 
My little love. 
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ 
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ but the dream shows through
As they move.


(Blackout of The Inheritance by D. H. Lawrence)


Ordinary Orange

Growing up in the colorful land 
of rich fruits ripened by sunshine,
I waited for the harvest time...
imagining how sweet they tasted.

I carried a basket made of strong wick,
it could hold forty oranges or more,
farmers left them on trees for anyone
who loved to pick them after work.

The orange grove was on the outskirts
of the town with three church towers
and lovely hills bubbling with brooks;
there I sat and ate my tasty oranges.  

Around six o' clock, the carroty sun 
dropped below the darkening horizon
giving a goodbye kiss to the oranges
not happy to be hidden in darkness.

Until the last day of Fall I picked oranges,
I gave some away to neighbors who smiled;
grandma loved them as in her youth days...  
she remembered the orange grove and cried.
Form: Rhyme

Before the Gates of Alahsar - Version - 2 - 14

And upon Badicha,
sweet dreams, emerald sea,
"Walk In The Light."
Command yelled,
man and beast onward come,
no quarter given, on this emerald plain,
weapons of destruction, 
they now did meet in a thunderous roar,
the thunderous clash of steel,
tortured hearts, 
in anguish, they cried out,
life was so quickly snuffed out.
Pain and death,
their victims sought out so easily.
hearts on steadily darkening Badicha,
they were dead before their shells did fall,
this was a clashing of Dark and Light,
who would win?
The Warrior Queen did watch,
she wept at the bloody sight.

The eyes of so many warrior women watched,
tears fell from their eyes,
the blood of their kin nourished the earth,
No honour in this slaughter,
not but fifteen minutes had passed,
sweet Alahsar's manhood
lying upon Badicha, DEAD.
The Warrior Queen had watched all this,
the deep pain of her heart etched on her face,
she now looked up to Heaven's vastness, 
her prayer went up, beyond the seen,
she did cry out in her pain,
would he hear?
Would he Come?
all would end in a river of blood,
her heart cried out to her love.

Those who survive the massacre,
they retreat, blindly,
towards the great golden gates,
there, safety would lie for a while,
fear making them run blindly,
the beasts of darkness,
they follow not,
they know the end of Alahsar is come,
staying under their ever-darkening skies, 
a strange laughter comes from them,
a burst of guttural laughter.
To the left, darkness comes to the emerald sea,
a sight, never before seen, by those who watched,
"Will all light come to die over Alahsar?
the darkness,
it does ever deepen, it is slowly spreading,
hearts are dismal,
heads do lower,
all is now pain.

Soldiers are now rushing madly, 
rushing from the terror of death,
only one thought screaming in the mind,
safety behind golden gates,
wide eyes are the soldiers, 
fear exploding within them,
no calming influence upon them.
hearts burning with gear's fire, 
the only thoughts were of self-preservation.
Shall all dreams be filled with darkness?
Shall there be no light within dreams?
Only darkened dreams filled with terror,
will the light come out of day?
where now can come victory?

To Be Continued..........
Form: Epic

Premium Member Finding a Rainbow

He stood at the French window fascinated with the storm outside.
Thunder boomed as lightening formed serpents in the ebony sky.
There would be no rainbows beneath the heavy dark clouds.

The uncouth woman lay supine on a comfortable couch
She looked at him almost contemptuously like a jilted bride,
Her cruel eyes darted like lancets that could only kill.
Had she even shown some compassion, he would have 
Run to her and planted on her full lips, a loving kiss.

He felt her looks, knowing full well why he felt so jaded,
Yet slivers of her lust still resided in his soul,
She recognized he was not just some ghost from the past.
Though he yearned to tolerate her as a lover,
He knew she was not worth it.  She realized how he hated her,
Saw her face darkening and foreboding,
Little did she know how strong he was and in full control.

He knew she wanted his body, not his tender love.
He felt her yearning heart now beating faster.
Outside thunder rumbled across the murky skies.
This wrought havoc as it continued to rain!
There was a fury inside her too, yet he yielded not.
He refused to be a mere plaything in the hands of a wanton woman.

Calmly he put on his jacket and raincoat,
And left her, knowing he needed a true radiant rainbow.

Colour Me a Sunset

COLOUR me a SUNSET                



A melting pot of rainbows spreads across the sky
As a child takes a paintbrush and presses its bristles wide
And plays with it across the dappled canvas. 

Small clouds shadow within sun-tinted haloes, 
extremes of the spectrum form jagged lines that blur into each other
as crushed Neapolitan ice-cream melting slowly into the horizon.
The sun wears its final crown as it taunts with seconds of flawless light
Streaking upwards whilst sinking, sinking,
thrusting its final rays towards the darkening bands. 
Another day is dawning beyond the night 
leaving our sky with a memory to take into tomorrow. 

But wait, a flash of green.

Missing You

These are the days
   of missing you
   and wondering
   just how I got through it.
The days are bright and sunny
   then dark gray, cold and wintry
   as April plays the game of change.
The flowers peek out and seek the sun
   embracing the warmth as it comes
   touching sleek, slender stalks
   bravely stretching out of the darkness.
Blossoms glow in yellow hues,
   ivories and blushing pinks
   and sweet cherry cherry reds.
Clouds inch in and paint a darkening gray
  that shadows into purples
  fighting back black indigo
  that spawn a threatening stormy gust.
Rain falls wildly, cold, large drops
  that spank the stones and brush
  as lingering autumn leaves find escape.
It is the in-between time
  when winter gives in to spring
  turning the world over again and again
and I still miss you.
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