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Little girl in a rainbow jumper runs to hide
And seek. Lifting hands to cover her face
As soon as she finds the right tree
And thinking she's hid in what is plain sight
Shouts 'ready!', with one two and three.
'I'm coming!' he says,
Looking blindly her way
As he searches about
So she won't be found out
But the girl cannot wait for a shout
Of 'surprise!' as she lowers her hands
From her tightly shut eyes
To say 'here I am!' with delight
Unrestrained at her father's 'haha!',
And his feined 'there you are!',
While embracing his beautiful prize.
This dear little madam, an Eve of her Adam
Is naked and knowing no shame.
Not long to her hiding, her fear and self-chiding,
When heaven calls for her by name.
Then fearing the garden, not knowing her pardon
She'll hide from her Father in pain.
In the hush of a fading twilight eve
Heard the passionate crooning of a dove
Under the eaves, it sat close to her love
What delight, that sound instantly gave
Sudden was the change it could impart
Brought forth a spurt of spontaneous delight
Lifting away all my sadness and regret,
It fell like rain into my lovelorn heart.
The heavens soon turned azure blue
In joy, my heart began to leap
It generated in me emotions too deep
Before me, all beauty came into view.
I saw pearls of bright sheen on trees,
Resting wobbly on the edge of leaves
Felt the scent of opening flowers,
Fanned in bouts of wind and breeze
Watched the evening covering in shrouds
And the day paving way to night
In darkness, fireflies dancing in delight
And the moon riding in the palanquin of clouds
In the open, I sat long like a sculptured figure
Breathing the scent of the perfumed air
Experiencing a new gaiety in profuse measure
My heart brimming with umpteen desire
Placed First.
A Strand( Dec.28) Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Brian Strand
Lantern of the Shadowed Glade
In shadowed glades where spirits dwell,
Beneath the boughs of an ancient spell.
A pumpkin awaits, its fate foretold,
By tomes of old and tales untold.
Carved with care by children’s hands,
A toothy grin upon its face expands.
Yet, within those haunting, hollowed eyes,
Lies a deeper truth in dark disguise.
On Halloween, beneath pewter beams,
Wailing winds weave ominous screams,
The Jack-o’-lantern’s gaze ignites,
On ghoulish forms lurking in the night.
He sees the village, veiled in fear,
In costumes worn, yet souls austere,
For lurking ’neath the festive guise,
A darkness deep, where evil lies.
Children laugh with voices bright,
While shadows waltz in ghostly light,
Sinister secrets, whispers heard,
Carried on the wings of a devil bird.
But deeper still, the pumpkin knows,
The ancient lore, the forest’s throes,
For spirits rise on this cursed night,
To dance beneath the pale moonlight.
In solemn vigil, silent, and grim,
The gourd watches, a veil so thin,
‘Twixt shadowed realms of dark and light,
A sentinel of the Styx, in eternal night.
When dawn breaks o’er the ghastly glade,
The pumpkin’s light begins to fade,
In its heart, an ember of infernal lore,
A demonic lantern, cursed forevermore.
I lost track of the last time
I whispered, “Thank you, Lord,”
and meant it
even for the smallest mercies
quietly unfolding around me.
But in Aichi,
fear sat beside me so closely
that gratitude returned
like a prayer I had forgotten.
This second part lives
between the breaking
and the becoming.
Part 1 and Part 3
were written as the storm moved
but this one is a glance backward,
a soft rewind
of the thoughts I never spoke,
the feelings that lingered
between each step.
Aichi was never the plan.
I wasn’t searching for myself.
Walking alone was never the intention
though it had always lived
quietly as a dream.
And somehow,
without permission,
without preparation,
life placed me there
exactly where I needed to be.
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With Christmas Eve now dawning
~
Fresh the scent winter breeze,
its whispered fragrant flow
Painted far horizons
of a sunset shimmered glow
Purest adoration finds
this chilly air so near
A frosted moon is rising
on this evening crystal clear
I pen this simple poem
as the twilight comes to meet,
filled with honest thank yous
for your kindness oh so sweet
With Christmas Eve now dawning
there’s a smile that I see,
when I ponder my reflection
for you're all so good to me
Merry Christmas to all of my friends at Poetrysoup
Thank you for everything
~Summer’s Eve ~
I am a woman!
I am proud-
I am everything you want.
Plus more
The adoring wife,
A beautiful mother,
A grandmother a granddaughter
A daughter, a sister,
A lover, the aunt.
Your enemy, your friend.
I am a working lady.
A widow left behind.
I AM!
The Spawn of Adam's rib-
I AM!
A mentor throughout this world.
A lady with class, sometimes a material girl.
A flower, and the sound of rain.
I am the color of the rainbow.
I am deeper than the sea.
I am the pink ribbon you wear.
I am delicate like snow.
I AM!
The sun and the moon in your eyes.
A twister during dark skies.
I AM!
The Daughter of Eve-
And, here is the only feeling I want to endorse.
Summer's Eve.
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In honor and appreciation to all the women of the world.
Happy Mother’s day!
By;PD
in the garden of Eden's bliss
one day a snake to Eve did hiss
take the ripened fruit from the tree
share it with Adam then you will see
so from the tree the fruit Eve did take
bringing about man's first mistake
they did not attempt to make amends
allowing God to forgive their sins
unrepentant to God, they disobeyed
He bade them leave Eden right away
It was an error of the worst
from that day on man was cursed
as arrogance to God is a sin
man had to rebuild His trust in them
God gave us a way through Jesus Christ
so He could come back into our lives
for It's not enough to just talk the talk
you must commit to walk the walk
so worship God and rejoice in His wake
a way to atone for man's first mistake
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