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This image of me, now so many years later
each year looking, I’ve found some imperfection
Mirror-mirror, why should I ask - my time won't last,
peering into you, gray now, not young only faultiness,
years passing, why my image in my mirror
should have creaked by, each year looking
will my image fade in front of my Looking glass
I did Love being strong, young, only gray I see
so now seeing time as if it stood still each time,
touching this image onto my glass of memories past
wrongs, rights, scars, lifetime stories untold all mine
My life has found its way full circle to gray, at last
things I see now in my looking glass,
are all part past, present, future, why I’m handsome
graceful, I see each year in me, as if with class
so I will leave my mark, love, to touch someone
I had been placed in chains
Where the cripples shed their canes
And the blind regained the art of seeing.
It was a robbers’ den
And as all God fearing men,
I had assets needed freeing.
Sometimes the poet’s muse
Is a bride who will refuse
All his conjugal solicitations.
He must lure to bed
Any tramp that turns his head
With unchaste alliterations:
And so it goes...
He’d lived his life alone
In a hermitage of stone
Where he rang those bells for all occasions;
Like the feasts of saints,
For the widows’ sad complaints,
And for joyous celebrations.
It's said confusion rules
At the Festival of Fools
And the scene below just seemed to prove it.
So he clambered down
And was regent of the crown
Till Claude Frollo’s hand removed it.
He smelled her perfumed hair
From across Cathedral Square
And the fragrance soothed his loss of hearing;
For her silent dance
Cast a soul ensnaring trance
Both enticing and endearing.
She was a barefoot girl
With her gypsy skirt a swirl
As the minstrels played a tarantella;
Graceful as fabric spun
From a gently setting sun,
And he pined for Esméralda.
But when the maid fell hard
For the Captain of the Guard
As a villain plotted her seduction,
His trust was put to test
On a futile, wicked quest
In abetting her abduction.
And so he bore the blame
When the warden called his name
As they bared his back to take a whipping.
He felt each lash stroke bleed,
The injustice of the deed
Set those righteous scales to tipping.
While the Archdeacon's kin,
Who was guilty of the sin,
Stalked the halls as Satan’s emissary,
A young girl’s tortured plea
Brought his fool to guarantee
Esméralda's sanctuary.
In a defiant act
When the rebel mob attacked,
He strained his crooked back to save the maiden;
And called the angels home
With the tolling of Guillaume,
Like hard currency to trade in.
He ran from wall to wall,
Hurling curses at them all,
Raining molten lead down on the rabble,
From the gargoyles’ throats
To the beggars’ ragged coats
In a symphony of babble.
But it was all in vain;
He could laugh himself insane,
Still those oaken doors were being battered,
And the dénouement
Left his ashes in the straw,
Proving love was all that mattered.
For those of a military cast of mind
There are many poems they can find
Which do embellish battlefield glory
In the telling of their story.
But for me there is another field of play
Where merry pleasure is ne'er far away.
Not for me delight in weapons martial
Rather the joy of parts venereal.
Your soft hair framing your face
Your soft lips yielding with grace
And your soft darting tongue lambent
with the sweetness of heaven sent
That elegant and graceful neck I next address
Whereon a gentle peck and soft caress
Lead to the ruby roundels of your swelling areolae
Atop which stand your radiant and pert papillae.
How the gentle smooth curve of your skin
Gently and softly draws me in
Until, as brave as stout Cortes ,
I rest upon Mons Veneris
Nestling in the ***** is
The magic of the ********
Whose caressing works like a charm
To trigger a mighty ******
Then down through those wisps of hair
Until I joyously find where
Your ***** moist and moistening
Do invite my tongue to paddle in
That divine nectar of your welling spring
With legs spread wide signals me come in
To fulfil the passion of our play
And unite in loving ecstasy.
'Twas Ovid with his Ars Amatoria
Explored amoris ars gladiatoria
Wherein your scabbard could sheathe my sword
And that is the purpose of this world.
Where military men are needed
To keep us safe and undefeated
My plea to make love,not war
Is my carmen et error.
I stroll through the garden of delight,
Where fragrant flowers scent the air.
Each one a different hue and sight,
Each one a gift of nature's care.
I breathe in the sweet scent of gardenia,
A melody of citrus-floral blend.
It soothes my soul like a symphonia,
A white blossom, a harmonious friend.
I marvel at the lily of the valley,
A bell-shaped beauty, a graceful sight.
It fills my heart with joy and glee,
A fresh embrace, pure and light.
I inhale the rich scent of jasmine,
An exotic spice, sensual and bold.
It stirs my senses with passion,
A star-shaped flower, a story untold.
I unwind with the soothing scent of lavender,
A herbal balm, calming and mild.
It eases my mind with wonder,
A purple charm, nature's child.
I smile at the romantic scent of rose,
A classic love, floral and bright.
It warms my spirit with its pose,
A red symbol of the dove's flight.
I stroll through the garden of delight,
Where fragrant flowers scent the air.
Each one a different hue and sight,
Each one a gift of nature's care.
purple flower power…what is it?
the subtlety, openness, curiosity?
when your deep, your highness,
steeped in royalty - intact or in petals
spread under feet or on silky beds.
when your soft and pale, nearly
a romantic moonlight, ardent, timid,
yet wise on your light-fantastic-trip.
purple flower power, not red,
not white nor pink. Soothing,
your tender upon the hearth.
i’d not pay attention as much
as if you were a flame, like lips
upon lips or a pink-cherub youth.
yet you’re graceful, like a ballerina,
not on her tiptoes, but lacing up her
soft shoes, slowly, waiting for a partner.
purple flower power…what is it?
an artist’s brush, a light dusk
or dawn - but still it draws the eye.
10/7/2022
Written: September 30, 2023
Sponsored by: Silent One Pick a Colour Contest
"There is my body, in it an ocean formed of his glory, all the creation, all the universes, all the galaxies, are lost in it. Rumi"
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In the scenic scope of a sparklingly stained sky.
Brushstrokes by a dulcet master, sky-high
An exhibit of azure splendor, a masterpiece.
Exquisite works of nature, why must you cease?
A cyanic cerulean, cavorting and courageous
Paints a tale that is both untold and tenacious.
Azure colors dance with genuine happiness.
All day long, hearts are captured by sappiness.
Wispy wetness, whitening whisper wreath.
With complete pride, wrap the sheath
Clouds of cotton candy wander nearby.
Adding elegance and grace to a sunny sky
A golden orb, the sun, sends a brilliant light.
Exudes a svelte and diaphanous gaze bright.
A radiance of soft light through the universe.
Fluttering formulaic fascination is fluminous.
Flowers fields in fabulous fonts of Forebay
Akin to a painter's palette, they thrive and sway.
Delicate petals, akin to brushstrokes fine,
Creating a tapestry is so divine.
The ocean waves have a turquoise hue.
Crash upon the shore, in shades of dew.
Symphony of mellifluous vibe, a rhythmic song,
As the creator elixir flows swiftly along,
Seagulls whiz by with wings wassail wide.
Their graceful flight was a sight to abide.
They elapse through the canvas with elegant ease.
Adding zest and zeal to an ephemeral breeze
As the day gyres to dusk, the sky transforms.
Brushstrokes of indigo chart various forms.
Mahogany and navy, fete the felicity of the scene.
Choreographing a fugacious, halcyon, and serene
Furtive stars twinkle, akin to gems so bright,
As the divine fulfills the tableau for the night,
Brushstrokes of cobalt in the glamor sky,
A marvelous feat that yields hearts to sigh.
The splendor of nature's marvels can't be denied.
A canvas filled with hues, so bright and defied
The creator is inconspicuous, yet his aura is felt.
It's clearly blatant in the cyan smudges knelt.
Mountains, rising beasts
Touching the azure heavens, skies
Alive with wisps of clouds, snowy
White breaths of peacefulness
Slowly floating, waiting
For the moment, the time
When they carry the dreams
Into the horizon, seeking serenity
That is alive, like the sunlight
Reflecting the glorious beliefs
Inspirations and imagination
Ideas that thread their way through
Patterns of prayer and praise
Mountains, covered in trees
Leaves dancing in the breeze
Softly kissing the stars of night
Inspiring hope on the inside
Breathing a melody of insight
Through the one who believes, sees
His guiding light reflected on the needs
Those precious souls who listen
Heed every word – His spirit
Singing faith from the assurance
Blessed by the light of a love
Soaring across ridges, graceful, beauty
Unwilling to arouse doubt
Mountains, both dark, shadowy
And light, like the dazzling streams
Sunlight reflected on the spirit
Who believes in His touch, His caress
Lingering on the peace
Who inhales the gentle twists
Beauty and peace, entwined
Exhaling grace, satisfaction
That finds His love abiding
Growing wonders untold
Blazing trails through the soul
Who knows He is the One…
Mountains remind us…
Eternity binds us….
God is alive in us – thriving
Surviving all the worries
Guiding with a courage
That comes to those who know
His love is strong and bold
His love sings light through the ranges
Mountains – with fingerprints
His hand shaped each peak, each crag
He left the impression of grace
Across the mountains who sing
Praises – praise to Him who lives
Bringing peace to those who believe
Courage to those who have faith
Hope to the ones who pray!
Mountains remind me…
His massive gift – love that breaths out
Sincerity, faith, gifts of the spirit…
His love is mindboggling!
Just now I’m feeling quite glum
Of sorrow, here is the sum
No swimming this year
I say with a tear
My mind’s befuddled and dumb
I really need a good splash
To rid my soul of the trash
I need a good swim
For life is now grim
I need to do something rash
The Dolphin, my given name
But now, I’m covered in shame
I’m more like a whale
That’s my sorry tale
But I’m graceful all the same
To Cyprus must take a trip
I’m planning to skinny dip
To be wild and free
Sunshine and some glee
Perhaps, I’ll then get a grip
Eileen Manassian Ghali
http://youtu.be/gKaT5uG80Ts : Bright Sunshiny Day. Not exactly on topic, but....a happy song. I'm in need of one! ENJOY!!!!!
Summer stares, graceful
as the quiet chirps
birdsong, let’s sing along…
joy unfolding, on wings
listening for His voice
in the heart, the soul, anyplace
growing old, while the summer
restores the heart, the soul
breaking out in sweats of golden
sunlight, bursting from the heat
melodies so sweet…
gently playing against the ache
of a silent knowing,
His love unfolding, like a distant
star, reflecting all the wonder
the wonderful in His call…
calling us all, to believe
to see the music in the leaf
to see the dusty melodies
beyond the grief…
the seeds of hope He’s planting
between the darkness and the need
to be the light He shines through each
heart who believes, He is
the music, the notes of grace
the peace that is everlasting, forever
praising, with each fading prayer…
like the birds, on wings
instead of harps, singing melodies
of love that will forever pour from the heart
love that will always protect me
love that will never forget me…
the music in the song, He’s always – eternally – so I’ll sing along
Graceful blossoms frolic in our garden midst bliss
what a sight to behold; I would not like to miss…
Graceful sunflowers sway gaily with wind waltzes
petals stay cleaving while celestial ray gazes...
Graceful gumamelas do showcase each bright bloom
vibrantly vanquishing environmental gloom…
Graceful daisy moves along cold breezy delight
basking with freedom, cheering sparrows in their flight…
Graceful sampaguitas waft serenely sweet scent
oozing blest redolence, seemingly heaven-sent…
Graceful calalilies arrayed in white aglow
sashay like ballerina along strong air blow…
Now praising God* Who nourishes with all His best
our blooms render graceful floral curtsy, so blest!!!
“Praise ye the LORD. I will praise the LORD with my whole heart, in the assembly of the upright, and in the congregation. The works of the LORD are great, sought out of all them that have pleasure therein.” Psalms 111:1-2
October 1, 2023