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Lavender and violet shadows
Whisper across my thoughts
Praying for a poem to compose
From laughing, loving spots
Delicate, delightful dreams
Fall softly on my heart
Pouring from the cool streams
With affection to impart
Singing to the silent reflections
Alive inside the twinkling
Thinking of the quiet recollections
Bursting from the gentle inkling
Blushing grace like a soft thanks
Generosity filled with calm
Blesses those who fill in the blanks
With feelings almost like a psalm
Light floods the sincere pleasure
Of those who know true love
Breathed out like a unspoken treasure
Falling lightly in drops from above
Shades of faith and serenity
Sooth away my doubt and fear
Flowing across my soul’s identity
Embracing my life so very sincere
Reality calls on my dreams to fade
As the lingering wish calls faintly
Reminding me of how often I’ve prayed
For this chance to prove love saintly
Will I leave the flickers of hope behind
As I journey down tomorrow’s path
Or will I simply be quick to remind
That to leave my dreams would bring wrath
I’ll walk the path of courage and hope
That comes when you follow your heart
So sure that God will help me to cope
If my struggles were to finally start
Dreams today, dreams tomorrow
I long for the day I can say
Dreams alive, dreams to borrow
This is the love for which I pray
HEAVENLY KISS XL1 by Quirinus Kuhlmann
(a changing life)
At NIGHT, fog, frost, Torment&Worry
Next DAY, snow, lightning, Fire &Distress
From GRIEF, angst, sorrow, Disgrace,Ridicule
With JOY, ease, wins, Constant Day
The MOON, smoke, flame, Ox and Wagon
Love's LIGHT, floods,field, Knowledge is Sustenancd
Our OBJECTIVE human,travail, Faith and God
PURPOSED, prize,promise, &Thankfulness
What is GOOD,right,positive,do Mention
CULTIVATE,earth, floods, to AVOID
Sans COURAGE, praise, soul, be APART
NOTE:This is my dynamic paraphrased translation into English of one of the 6227020800 possible variation on this sonnet 41 to illustrate what Kuhlmann intended .The complete 50 sonnets (in old German script )are available ISBN 3484160195 .
As attention is released from food
it heightens magnetic mood
lucidity descends kinetic
discernment ascends aesthetic
ideas caught, nothing goes naught
Body cleared from excess toxin
channels widen spilling more options
downward floods idyllic inspiration
upward goes my motivation
observation sharp for superior creation
Food for body is not food for spirit
fasting increases angelic visits
feeding mind so cordial with verses divine
such a clean sacrifice makes
my stanzas exquisitely explicit
Time spent preparing meals
godlike used for lyrical poetic reels
layers we spiritually allegorically peel
seals ink with rhymes and rhythms
ecstatic rhapsodic colourful prisms !
Dry this humid late March air,
Grim and dreary stillness here;
Melancholy in sad fare,
Deep sense of loss loiters near.
The last of the Old Guards' gone,
Leading champion of our cause;
Death of an icon now dawns,
One who shaped our nation's course.
A man our people admired
For making Singapore great;
Devotion framed fond desire,
A leader who changed our fate.
No words or praise can describe
Your brand of world politics;
Yet we feel deep sense of pride
In this oasis dynamic.
We come and we go with ease,
Adjust to conscious affairs;
Live our daily lives in peace,
Where affluent hope floods air.
We started poor, down and out,
Lived in chronic slums of wood;
Now we live with affluent shouts,
See our children grow up good.
In one swift generation,
A pragmatic man achieved
A sure manifestation;
See purpose work sure belief.
Focus and dedication
Sculpted an ascendant moon;
Five stars forged brilliant action,
Each person reaping sure boon.
Resolve and work moved forward,
Fragrant flowers everywhere;
Upon the mire most awkward,
Look at how we climbed the stairs.
Yes you did your very best
So we might live life better;
Your legacy firms fine quest,
A poignant city splendour.
May angels guide your way there
To a heavenly delight;
We cherish those days you cared
With hard truths and sure insight.
Rest now in that greater light
Where lovely bliss spreads easy;
We will surely miss the sight
Of your face most profoundly.
Leon Enriquez
26 March 2015
Singapore
Like a 5-person committee in a conference room,
they had gathered to engage in weather business.
Although a committee of five, they acted as one.
Their orchestrations for forecasting were easy,
and yesterday would be no different. Or would it?
There were white clouds, grey clouds, moisture,
sun, and mild wind. When unified in the canopy of
the sky, they are a force with which to be reckoned,
creating tornadoes, heavy rainstorms, floods, fires,
mudslides, and avalanches.
On yesterday, they had just one item of business,
but suddenly, that was quickly changed. A tiny bit
of moisture flexed its will but quickly pulled back,
giving way to the committee's will to produce a rainbow.
Me thinks that they were over-ruled by God. They wanted
to make it rain, but God wanted to make a rainbow to
remind everyone about His perpetual Rainbow Covenant.*
Each committee member never ceases to be arrested and
amazed by the rainbows they produce. Yesterday was no
different as they all smiled and dismissed the meeting.
8522PS*Gen. 9:12-17
"Inside the Hurricane"
Inside the Hurricane
starts small
a minuet waltzing
cadence like clandestine lovers
whispered reverently
soft becomes hard
and slow for a fall
under dark cloudy covers
boiling over
to tangled tango
in the burning brain
there the homeless Heart
meets it’s counterpart
in it’s enticing suede
labyrinthine cave
safe against a wall
balanced and entranced
held fast
Underground begs
not her Ocean
Tsunami waves
inside his broken
Breaks the Hurricane
Love floods
through waving wet
Sea Grass
Silver Green
cuts sharp her alter
chalice kissed
Vows read and
spoken red
Inside the Hurricane
windows crystal clear, seamless
Legs of a journey
open
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“Bachelorette” Bjork, Homogenic
https://youtu.be/Th7QmZiz6Lc
“I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruder hand
I'm the branch that you break”
"Come to Me" Bjork
https://youtu.be/kIm1GyyDZmY
"Game we're playing is Life
Love's a two way dream"...
Tissiack’s Tears
“[F]or I was absorbed in the great Tissiack [Half Dome]-- I have gazed on Tissiack a thousand times -- in days of solemn storms, and when her form shone divine with the jewelry of winter, or was veiled in living clouds; and I have heard her voice of winds, and snowy, tuneful waters when floods were falling; yet never did her soul reveal itself more impressively than now. John Muir
Tissiack’s tears fall from her rain-stained face,
her profile one with the lichened rock.
She, the spirit of the Ahwahneechees,
speaks silently, with the voice of winds,
and presence of time past and present.
For a summer, my tent opened to her
With flaps opened, I peered upon her,
Confident that I understood her words;
But I was just imperiousness youth,
And youth distracts from truth.
Years later, I return to her and sit
in the moonlight at Mirror Lake.
As my eyes tire and grow unfocused,
I see her missing half in the water –
her half that’s not, her mystic moiety.
She whispers of life’s unhalves, and in the
rippled, reflective waters appears,
my unhalf – those thoughts, unthought and
that life, unlived; whereupon, I too shed tears.
On day full of doom and gloom
With no strength to leave my room
With no hope to look towards light
With darkness closing in at night
I remember…..
When my heart floods with despair
Burdened by my load of care
When the rose has but a thorn
Wishing I were never born
I remember….
When no effort is worthwhile
On my face no trace of smile
When my heart does naught but weep
For a love I cannot keep
I remember….
I remember,
A kingdom in which I reign
Where I banish grief and pain
A kingdom where all is light
With rolling hills, verdant, bright
I tremble….
I smile, for I am a Queen
Only beauty can be seen
Fairies flutter to and fro
Peace and joy is all I know
I tremble….
Yes,
I tremble with sheer delight
My crown glows with heaven’s light
I am loved, and I am free
For a QUEEN resides in me
I remember!!!!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
A poem dedicated to my friend, FLO Thomas, for her poem, The Kingdom of Ghali. I’m hiding away in my room, but the visit to this poem again, to this magical kingdom, brought a ray of light shining in. Love you, Flo! OXOXOXOXO I tease my family and friends that...I'm really a princess. I tell them, "Haven't you gotten that memo?" They all just laugh at me. Now...I have a wonderful comeback. "You won't even see the PRINCESS in me...on Poetry SOUP...I'm a QUEEN!!!!" Oh...the joy of virtual dreams!
Kindness goes a LONG LONG WAY!!!
The age has bloomed on my face, from the alternate timelines I play
Inside my head hoping that 1% chance comes true
Some lines come from the joy that floods my face and leaves a specific residue that shows growth
Some lines come from the stress leaking out my body that quickly gets dried up with my tears
My mind is constantly running as if I'm training for a marathon
Maybe if I stop running from myself I could settle down in this timeline
Only thing is I want to be in the same universe as you
So, my wrinkled life lines can slowly move to the art of you
p.s. I always love when we match...
My mind is a very active place.
Like for all people,
the number of its rooms is limitless,
for the mind travels to many places
as well as traveling via novels and movies,
so those rooms are ever-changing.
They are decorated automatically.
You need not lift a finger to decorate them!
One room different from the ever-changing ones
is my attic. Perhaps for unluckier souls
this room could be a basement or a dungeon!
In my attic are mostly memories which,
for me, are beautifully colored.
Nostalgia floods its very broad expanse
and drips into every nook and cranny.
The main room of my mind
is the living room.
This is like the living room of my friends' minds,
the common room where our thinking dictates
what lies inside it and how those thoughts
are perceived by others.
I like to think my living room is unique,
but also I know it's filled with too much clutter!
The room most interesting of all my rooms
would be the room of my imagination.
In this room are thousands upon thousands
of closets, cabinets, and shelves,
and inside each one are different pieces of
my imagination!
Each cabinet is organized by type.
Some are surreal in color or vivid technicolor!
Those pieces are my dreams.
My fantasies are closeted.
The ones made manifest on paper or computer
are sitting out on shelves!
All the ones which can be seen
are those I call my poems or stories.
Most are not dark in color
but are bright or multi-colored.
I decorate the room of my imagination often.
You may come and see my new shelves
at any time!
Do mind the wet paint.
I'm never finished adding to that room!
Feb. 26, 2018 (my only free verse for this year so far!)
Inspired by another contest but too long for that one.
For John Hamilton's Best Free Verse of 2018 Contest