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Her angelic smile and darling face,
Melted away a bitter place,
Her graceful presence, genuine and sincere,
Helped my purpose to become exceptionally clear,
For pleasing sounds ran through her hands,
On zebra keys they seemed to stand,
Her unfermented, pure, natural sweet
Performed notes that danced to noble beats,
A delightful fragrance of sheer perfection,
Gave way to an emotional resurrection,
Beloved friend with a cinnamon heart,
Words cannot express where I yearn to start,
When describing a bud that has blossomed into a rose,
Pleasing to the eyes and delightful to one’s nose,
Careful selections of words must be conveyed
For her exquisiteness dries up all weeds that once laid,
In her garden of rejuvenation
Nectars only inspiration,
Not one part of her is stale, dull or stifling to ones appetite,
She is simply beautiful throughout the day and beyond the night.
By: sabina nicole
Contest: sweet
Written: 7/7/12
The numbing effect ..
Effects in every way..
At sunrise...
Until sunset..
It is loyal ..
It is dependable
It is reliable..
It is resilient
As it is persistent..
It almost has a mind of it's own..
It is quite an entity in itself..
It had entered into me..
An uninvited guest it was..
Numbness was over the moon..
Extremely elated..
With taking charge of my life..
Prevented me from life...
An exceptional life..
Which was once the outcome..
Experiences..
Challenges..
Simple daily grinds
Routines..
Spontaneity
A foundation..
Of exquisiteness
Life as we know it..
Love and fear..
All duelities that exist
As such..
On the whole..
Crumbled
To the ground..
Destroyed..
Was once enormously tall..
Towering so high
The Pyramids of Giza
Standing it's ground..
Pain..
Sadness..
A tragic past..
Allowed and embraced..
Welcomed with..
Open arms ..
Numbness..
The numbing effect..
Had flourished..
It had taken over my entire being..
Allowing numbness to live out it's life..
Through me
Inside me..
All senses are doormat...
Sleeping comfortably numb inside me
Life..
Not..
Duelities
Not..
Therefore no experience..
attained..
No love and fear residing inside me..
A frozen state of mind
Feelings and emotions gone away..
Blank state it is..
Empty and hollow..
For solidity had vanished..
The numbing effect had won..
Altough I can unpeel..
The layers of the onion..
One layer at a time..
Gradual and subtle..
Followed by determination..
The uninvited guest of numbness..
An entity in itself..
May ..
One day..
Detach itself
from myself..
Release freedom
Directly to myself..
As a burden is lifted..
With all of my being..
With every breath I take..
I breathe clearly and effortlessly..
The breath of life remains inside of me..
Now I shall take a deep strong breath..
The breath of life I am..
Survival..
A life of substance..
I shall create..
From this day forward..
The numbing effect had already planned it's great escape..
Farewell as it stands..
Written: May 03, 2024
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I witnessed the dawn seraphic sapphire spike,
I marveled at the world's exquisiteness strike.
The colors shimmered in the first light glow,
Cleansed by nature's tears of the night flow.
The cracks and scratches of each passing day,
Rest below the morning mist, silky display.
Tattered torn edge of an aging landscape,
Blessed and healed by the kiss of dawn escape.
These scenes have opened my eyes before,
However, their insight remains in explore.
A truth, now revealed, from within my heart,
After haze, the sun's limber rays impart.
After sorting amid the dust life's sand,
An array of the exceptional grew at hand.
A solitary grain amid circular void space,
Never did I predict leaping ways in a trace.
I cast my heart aside into the ocean,
An indigo scope of a replica of devotion.
Brimming with tremendous vision,
A shimmering journey toward emotion.
I let out a sigh and gave in to its might,
The glowing streams of sacred insight.
Permeate me with an empathic fervor,
Gaze is off rays of a sempiternal usurper.
Despite vanilla's subtle sweet and unique exquisiteness
it's encumbered by being considered plain basic and unexciting.
It's seen as being neutral, insipid in need of embellishment
It's a blank soft white canvas needing to be added to.
But in essence, the vanilla bean seed
has a sweet, creamy, sweet and slightly floral taste.
It has a gentle lovely and subtle aroma.
Vanilla is the muse for every dessert makers dream,
In custard, ice-cream, cookies and cakes you adore,
Vanilla infuses its magic in every bite we explore,
Imparting a fragrance that lingers long on the tongue.
Vanilla much belied, maligned, vilified, mocked and ostracized,
Deserves another go, all on its own, plain and simple!
And those that were wise spoke among themselves
They took note of the darkness
spoke of things past and things yet future
they collected the news
the times and the seasons of men
they watched carefully for the time
to fulfill what was foretold
and yet it was not the time
but only a little time did each possess
What will they do with this time
but few living at the time found the Lord's Glories
he was one who lived "in the trenches"
not just fighting poverty but "poverty in spirit"
he not only touched them but he loved them
It's difficult to take my eyes off him
the depth of his beauty of soul
draws me like the herds to water
as I seek to saturate myself
with the looking at him
and the wisdom of his words
Choice words here about all that dogma
if you are missing just this one thing
it doesn't even hit close to the excellence
manifest in his nature, and I want
to explain it , clearly so
we among ourselves can understand
Where among men can you find such loyalty
no one can even purchase the like of it
nor has anyone been so completely
committed to the benefit of others
You don't hear it said often about those here
"He was incorruptible" , irreproachable , thoroughly just
without prejudice , and could aptly expound on the "wisdom of the ages"
yes in the trenches "not killing people trenches" for war
but where those who needed him could find him
I have been searching for the "like of him"
I have covered every quadrant looking for his fullness
bits and pieces , bits and pieces
and not even I with all that I have known
can display such expanse of attributes
so wholly desirable , that all the disputes of dogma
are drowned in his essences
so clear is the vision of him
and transparent his motives and activity
why would anyone exchange this pattern
for something far less valuable?
I want to slate my thirst and be saturated
bathed in the love of him
I want to commit it's energy into all my cells
and yet the circumference of it's vastness
exhausts me . I can only look upon the glory
of such a person and be mesmerized
by the shear depth of his exquisiteness
of whom I could never be worthy
to look upon such an incorruptible nature
All rights reserved © 2015 C Michael Miller
Poetry of Providence?
Sweet serenity soars too
Kangaroos and owls perch together
You say I’m a cloud in the sky, drifting away
Lonely as a hawk and injured as a crow
I cure the disease of the awkward, stressful breeze
Nostalgic nightfall negotiates with me all night long
Encouraging effulgence shimmers in my noggin of negativity
Exquisiteness in its welcoming vibes of vitality and excellence in its highest crown my head with...utter...humility because I don’t claim the talents and gifts - it’s God’s spirit I rely on despite the hardships and tribulations thereof not to mention the aftermath of my human nature...I was immaturely laughing and viewing others in a peculiar way because I was judging wrongly of them and I’m apologetic to the core of my being
Owning the night by being a night owl...I was using fowl language and I growled like a cougar on the tree branch and I’m sorry, Lord of Accord, for everything and more
Wishing wondrously for more biblical books to come and nicely-made notebooks about the upcoming Kingdom that makes me knowledgeable and full of understanding remarkably...pensively and painfully writing this in modern pen
Live life to the fullest of its ability and soar like a Phoenix in the aqua-blue sky of mid-morning lullabies...this afternoon or evening, I will be shopping vigorously for materialistic stuff that will clutter our houses further...hoarding hope and faith spiritually though
Love has endured timeless ages,
it has been spoken with sweet
and intense words:
but to understand it,
we must truly feel it!
Live can be magic,
love can be tragic;
who is willing to proclaim it?
Famous writers and notorious people
have expressed it with their affectionate ways,
does it resonate and make me tremble:
either to invoke death, or claim glory?
Sadly, many have never known it wholly
and died with this beautiful word
murmured on their trembling lips;
I'm ashamed to say I have craved it,
never got a sigh from its sublimeness,
or tasted the delightfulness of its exquisiteness!
Live has endured timeless ages,
it has enhanced the beauty of words;
only the deluded ones have been deprived of it,
seen their dreams burn and turn to grey ashes...
while the lucky lovers praise it
and raise it to Heaven with a clamorous shout!
It hurts,
just looking at her hurts
The bond that connects me to her is not the other way round
It hurts to have a one sided love while the one you love hardly notices
The confidence to talk to her is washed away by our social class
She is beautiful and celebrated on collage but, I live a ghost life
She is s smiles with her equals, while I hide behind my book
Trying to describe her in words
It hurts to feel that the one you love was hurt by your own friend and that lives you
In throbbing for nothing you can do about it.
It hurts just beholding into her slick white round eyes knowing you hardly can get to her
So assertive I could be at times but it hurts when the audacity to tell her,” You are beautiful” fades away
It hurts to hear the tales of her and other Romeos than you
Oh my God it hurts
I even feel like I’m horrible, usually I feel dizzy with my heart pounding lethargically
All her movements’ in spectacle are always in a sluggish gesture and it hurts me when I glance her curved body in this motion
I only wish she may possibly discern, maybe my paper will get to express to her my tale
My sandman even cry when she passes by us since the sensation I have for goes beyond
If I were to reach a fortuitous of proving my feelings to her,
I would extinguish all my life just to demonstrate my affection and devotion to her exquisiteness
Her beauty is from the heart and fused with the prettiness of her appearance.
Sandoz… it hurts loving you short of you perceiving.
Crystalline teardrops formulate into sorrow
It emerges into delicate exquisiteness before the sunrise of tomorrow
Sparkle my lovely darkness and captivate me with delightful, dainty dissonance
Feed me your radiance and bring me to evanescence pastures from a distance
Play my fearful, frivolous spirits like a violin with missing strings and other things
Prey upon me like a preying mantis, metamorphosing with unbroken wings…
Erupting turmoil…toiling into madness
Festering in unbearable sadness gladness
Swallow my fear with your mouth of mesmerizing melodies…relieve my anxieties
I wallow into the miserable, abyssal black hole of minus a thousand thirty seven degrees
Gracious apprehension is sprouting and shameless tension is growing tremendously
Until I uproot it…until I believe that I can go through the weeds of tribulation, although abrupt doubt drowns me
Please, please ease my mindset,
Blossoming avarice and utter regret
You gave me a new reason to believe in the light once more…I surely soar…
You save me from being enslaved by wretched negativity to the core
More and more soreness and painful laughter fills our wise days and thrills our childish ways to be exact
The dream I dreamt long ago is the vision of woe I can’t let go of
Drifting above and lifting below…someday, our opposites will attract
I scream in the silent chamber of my mind’s eye, my darling love
My poetry doesn’t matter to you anymore that I have been writing for too many years
I’m sure I suppressed you by my stressful weight of my emotional baggage
I fought away your fears and tranquilized your taunting tears…pleasant sanity heals us with cheers
I held your hand and adored your touch upon my own, giving me a relief package
I fear I will never let go if you let me know how you feel towards me deep down…I lived to like you in this town
I hope I don’t chase you away by my unforgivable, ugly frown
I hope I don’t freak you out or discourage you with my many problems that I wear upon my head like a crown
Your lovely, clever and precious name is my favorite proper noun
Your rather fearless, heartfelt name
I never want to put to shame,
But I became undone
The moment you were gone
She was a Goddess
Who
Tippytoed across his eyelids
Appearing in a lucid
Dream
She danced between
The strumming of his acoustic heartbeat
Her exquisiteness would keep him playing that song indefinitely.
If only
they could seek refuge in his temporary daydream
Love hit him like a temperate
Tsunami
And he had no
Restraint or desire to fight it
A moth attracted to flame
In the blink of an eye
She transforms
Into a bellydancer, bending and swaying
raising her butterfly wing
cloth above her head
winding her hips hypnotically
.....
..
then
A painter.....
her usage of colour
acrylic brilliance
and
you are now speechless...
The ballerina
with her hands above her head
The spotlight resting
and
she is stunning..
The epitomy
Of
the female Artist.
She wraps her
Her satin belt
Over his eyes
And he rises effortlessly like the sun chasing
The
......
.
.
moon
She dips and sways
And he rests his hand
On
Her hip
Nervously in anticipation he
Begins to shake
no longer he can wait
so
he
Removes his
Blindfold
as she rests against the window sill
and her golden hair shines like an earthbound Diety
She is the closest thing the world will ever come to a real life Van Gogh painting
Her laughter,
Filled his chest
Like the wind
Through a sail
Giving him direction,
Her Name was
Elegance
And
She
Was
An artist.