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I have dreams
Where our hearts dance
Along with our bodies.
Hands touching hands,
The sweet intimacy of a
Silent waltz.
In these dreams,
We are one
Our souls fuse,
And we are infinite.
We are floating
We are magic
We are a flickering flame
In a land of eternal night.
We are apart from reality,
Every background noise
Replaced by the sound of
Two synchronized heartbeats.
I have dreams where
The melodies in our head
Combine to create
The perfect song,
And flowers bloom with our every step,
Filling our bodies with roses and lilacs
So that if in that moment we were to die,
We would bleed bouquets.
This life is fine
The world is mine
Though I can’t stop
The hands of time
The birds all sing
And flowers bloom
The sun still shines
And chases gloom
And I can view
The sparkling sea
And all the stars
Just dance with me
The clouds, they hide
And I must seek
The creatures small
At me, they peek
The grass is cool
Beneath my feet
The water dew
Now wets my cheek
I have true friends
A family
And hope of an
Eternity
A place where I
Will not fear death
Where all is sweet
Upon my breath
Where tears will cease
to touch my face
And I am blessed
By Heaven’s Grace
My life is fine
The world is mine
This is my time
To truly shine
Eileen Manassian
As the sunray's beam ~ through my sunroom shades
And the warmth of summer ~ slowly fades
My old heart soothes ~ when flowers bloom
And newborns exit ~ mother's wombs
Songbirds singing ~ in backyard baths
Children playing ~ out bursting laughs
Ocean's beaches ~ morning boat rides
Swimming, fishing ~ on moonlit tides
Four or "Fore" ~ an eighteen hole
The groundhog's call ~ bless his soul
His tale a myth ~ his truth be told
Summer's here ~ lo and behold
Priceless moments ~ in summer's sun
Love it, enjoy it ~ so much fun
Summer season ~ I do adore
If I were god ~ I'd give us more
Form:
May is green and pink and red,
A month where spring’s soft footsteps spread.
Green leaves dance on bushy trees,
Whispering songs with summer breeze.
Pink flowers bloom so fresh and bright,
Making every garden light.
Red rays of the glowing sun
Turn the world to golden fun,
Shining bright like sparkling wine
Across the earth in every line.
May brings melons juicy and sweet,
Mangoes rich for all to eat.
Marigolds in red and gold
Paint the fields so bright and bold.
Green and yellow everywhere,
Colourful beauty fills the air.
Though May walks with scorching heat,
Sweat and thirst the days may greet,
Cool breezes through the trees arrive,
Keeping tired hearts alive.
Tender coconut water sweet
Makes the summer feel complete.
Jackfruits ripe and sweet lime juice,
Sugarcane with cooling use,
Butter milk so fresh and light
Fill our days with pure delight.
One by one the treats appear,
Bringing happiness and cheer.
May’s the month of holiday time,
Fun and laughter in every rhyme.
No school bells and no class race,
Only joy in every place.
Practical learning, games, and play,
Happy memories every day.
May is always green, pink, and red—
Colours of the path ahead.
Green says, “Go and grow each day,”
Pink says, “Care along the way,”
Red says, “Stop and think awhile,”
Helping life move mile by mile.
Life is made of this bright trio,
Walk with courage, be the hero.
Month of my Heart
The month of March holds a place in my heart
On a lovely spring day love came my way
Forever loving sweethearts from the start.
Spring brings magic o'er nature's world of art
Trees blossom, pretty flowers bloom and sway
The month of March holds a place in my heart.
I look in your eyes and I still see stars
In the mirror of my soul to this day
Forever loving sweethearts from the start.
Dawn’s chorus of birds as a new day starts
Fledglings on wings coming out on display
The month of March holds a place in my heart.
The song love put in my heart tops all charts
A refrain on continuous replay
Forever loving sweethearts from the start.
Though years have flown we’re still one of two halves
Since those magic moments of yesterday
Forever loving sweethearts from the start
The month of March holds a place in my heart.
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9th August 2020
A life without you
like a dawn without dew.
Love without you,
love not so true.
A ripple that grew
was the ripple that blew.
A ripple so brief
a ripple of disbelief
a ripple that died
hurting our pride.
Sit by my side
where we cried
let things slide
and set love aside.
I'll show you the moon
as lotus flowers bloom
in view of my pond
where you belong.
Hiding beneath a leaf
a ripple of belief
a ripple so brief
but a ripple of relief.
We will go to the lake
memories will awake
we'll sing our song
and renew our bond.
I'll throw in a pebble
a ripple will treble
a ripple will ride
a ripple will guide.
I'll bow in a glide
ask you to be my bride.
August 29, 2017
Did you feel my dear poor fate
As you denied me the sweet apple
I would break down under its weight
And at me will laugh the people
Did you feel my dear sweet bird
As you did not whistle as expected
I will no more visit your courtyard
And keep off writing feeling neglected
We don't know if tomorrow we will be alive
Still we do such and such plan with all fervour
All along displaying very positive vibe
This is the hope, our evergreen encourager
Denial is a defense of the psychic self
Acquired from many a childhood trauma
To tackle minor failures it does help
Done excessively it may transfer one to 'luna’
It is best to cast away the needless curtain
Make flowers bloom in a garden friendly
Stay honest and impartial always for certain
Denial we won't have to resort to necessarily
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July 28, 2016
Poetry Contest -DENIAL
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Love is where orchids dream and roses bloom
offered to the soul
where lover's tongues speak
and moist eyes hold tender whispers
where breath is shared
the universe is folded small around a graceful embrace
of our emotional melody
We cross the heart's bridge as wandering sparrows
looking down on the stream that carries our reflections
toward the horizon
lifted by golden wings of enchantment
into a misty realm
inviting our hearts to a banquet of peaceful fantasies
We drift on wishes of our desires
our senses filled with fragrant perfume
as we dance through the flowers bloom
spinning and spinning
along a cobbled path beneath a night sky
where small lighted candles glow
in our open palms
their glow shines upon our faces
shadows of wonder are captured in the light
as our hearts melt like the candles we hold
summoned by a siren's song calling our names
drawing us closer to forever
Happy Anniversary, My Sweety
Kevin Davis — 2024
I look to the heavens and see your face—it’s everywhere.
In the morning sun that warms me, no matter what I wear.
In the velvet night, the stars reflect the sparkle of your eyes,
And even in the drifting clouds that wander through the skies.
Your presence is for me the sweetest, purest symphony:
The rustling leaves, the wind that hums your melody.
The waves along the shore repeat the echo of your laughter,
While singing birds lift up your joy—the voice my heart is after.
Your love paints nature’s canvas, bold and true,
A portrait brushed in sunset’s vibrant hue.
The flowers bloom and shine with borrowed beauty,
Their colors drawn from rainbows arched through eternity.
In every quiet moment, stillness holds your grace—
Even in the forest path, your peace fills that place.
In the calm after a storm, your spirit lingers near,
Your fragrance is woven deep in all I hold most dear.
I live each day with you, my love, and for you, too.
Each moment shared is joy, a blessing shining through.
Wherever I may wander, whatever life may do,
In everything the world bestows—I find a piece of you.
My one true love is sadly gone,
a name upon stone I dwell on;
oh, do you recall the chiffon,
of my wedding dress in Bourgogne.
The green park in France and the swan,
since your death I have been withdrawn;
yes, I am a girl woebegone,
and I dream all the night 'till dawn.
Oh, why is the grass like a lawn;
your name etched in cold stone upon.
I visit when the flowers bloom,
and bring red roses to your tomb;
I love the scent of their perfume,
oh, rest in peace, my love, my groom.
And though lovely warm- I am gloom,
I wilt like a flower of doom;
a bird sings- then grief I resume,
falling is a white feather plume.
And the baby stirs in my womb;
a place waits- a nursery room.
I come when the leaves have gone dry,
and wind is making the trees sigh;
above clouds dance in the Fall sky,
it seems my long hair wants to fly.
I sang such a sweet lullaby,
when our son had to say goodbye;
I see him as a butterfly,
oh, I ask God why, why, why, why!
For what reason must baby die;
never- do I get a reply.
I come when snow has fallen white,
the snowflakes giving me delight;
though my coat warm- the cold does bite,
a gust takes my scarf on a flight.
I see your tomb- your name not quite,
oh, I still dream of you at night;
will enjoy my Christmas despite,
I am so tired of the long fight.
Keeping you in my mind and sight;
I think you are in the starlight.
I come when all is green neon,
darling- time for me to move on;
I have swept my tears with a broom,
my mask- happy girl all assume.
Flowers your tomb will beautify,
I plant you violets and cry;
my future darling will be bright,
for of my life I now write, write.
And I am finding my own way;
still hard w i t h o u t you in my day.
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October 9, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Woebegone Love
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1187-420-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, “Ludix-Rym”
sponsor, Lu Loo
First Place
*Bourgogne is a region in France near Paris famous for wine.