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.The Universe revolves around our love.
As I run through your hair with my finger,
Hungry fingers supply magical grasp
Lying in the gloom, silent next to each other.
At sad dawn, your magic dust loses its ability.
The sun refuses to leave; I urge her to shutter.
You can have me any place you wish with you.
My heart is overjoyed, and it may flutter.
A body took a fresh bath with a lilac aroma.
But as my tongue is tangled by a swift mutter.
The air is lovely due to our fierce, awful kiss.
Today, your desired face appears to be in lyric rapture.
We melt from forgetfulness into deathless love.
You are my love star; all she could do was stutter.
Seductive drum undertones drift in the air.
As roses in the night air spread their flavor.
Enthralling, mystical harmony grows closer.
Her delicate, tentative touch is trying and eager.
A surge of magic floods my intense emotions.
As the princess of splendor devours all manners.
My heart's destiny is where you walk.
So long as you aim to sensual druther.
She increasingly focuses on my eyes.
As she sprang as bright glare or a shudder.
I adore the harmonious glaucous water.
As streams of thrill dismay my lover.
The Queen of drama is thrilling until dawn.
She was rapturing me with her love breaker.
I started waking up with a genuine desire.
And at Dawn flashed a ray of dazzling fluster.
Written: May 31, 2021
All Yours (Jun 7) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Fine rhythm in the walls so delicate
softly wrapping you in harmonious;
Your soft humming echoes the sentiment,
gaining momentum will it touch famous?
A cascade of sound bounces all around,
gone hysterics it will surely incite;
When sanity is lost lyrics are found,
opulence flows winding you up so tight;
Mad doors of the mind are not translucent,
it’s murky message drowns without a drum;
One slam and then another so violent,
until you spin into a spark and strum;
Dappled beginnings the dawn of remix,
will lead to an Earth shattering fusion;
This implementation of well known tricks
draws youthful crowds to ancient addiction;
The soul of the auditorium quakes,
curtains of limelight and a quiver dance;
Famished star possesses the gall it takes
to always make a most stellar entrance;
Air whirring thrown up like a tornado,
a new dance the tinkercat arachnid;
It’s such a vibe and so easy to do;
Eight legs and a rhythm’s all you need kid;
Dance, just go with it never mechanized;
Let yourself lose it in this energy,
predatory art’s always strategized;
Supernova’s what icons aim to be;
Upended and moving in four by four time
coming in at three hundred miles per hour;
Secret’s how tempo can turn on a dime,
the one with mic control’s got the power;
Laser light show surrounding every word,
ambiance sweetens that cherry on top;
If you’re the buzz than he’s the songbird;
Straight gas no brakes no time for a pitstop;
Famished star devours and pulls you in,
all night encore OD on that music!
Exploring a headspace you’ve never been,
that fine rhythm in the walls pneumatic.
Butterfly
Passing by
It's colors catch my eye
Sitting silently watching all,
Around the corner comes fall
Looking around there is so much to see
Leaning against this tree
Watching nature play
Such a beautiful day
Leaves are changing
The colors rearranging
Birds chirping all around
Such a harmonious symphony is natures sound
This is where my peace is found
Sitting against this fallen tree
Loving all I see
Watching the setting sun
Saying the day is done
Such colors caressing my eyes
Looking up at the darkening skies
My soul cries
What a beautiful night
The moon so bright
“Have a great time always with God’s gracious blessings!”
…Awesome message of triumphant wise policy...
Daily*, I face life through the Lord’s enthusiasm-fervency
To have delightful times of jubilant musings!
Sundays do enrapture me by enthusiastic praise-filled worship
Around friendship-bond and prayer-togetherness…
…Gearing Mondays’ pursuits of steward’s faithfulness
Within fruitful harmonious work-relationship!
On Tuesdays are routinely chores needing enthusiasm’s might
Midst smiting trials challenging my victor’s stand;
Wednesdays give respite from grievous pressures’ demand
Along faith-driven plight toward peaceful distress-flight!
With Thursdays’ busy schedule and assignments
Divine interventions become marvelous grace
As for Fridays’ rush hours to hurdle the tough race
Enthusiastic zeal works marvels in harsh engagements!
Saturdays end weeks with productive toils’ harvest
Knowing that all has been done beyond the utmost.
Though worst times meddle, they’re just part of the good post
What matters is spending seconds with enthusiasm’s best.
*Psalm 61:8 So will I sing praise unto thy (LORD's) name for ever, that I may daily perform my vows.
July 21, 2018
Edited on June 19, 2020
2nd place, "Write a Poem about Enthusiasm" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 6/30/2020.
The patrons moved by her angelic harp, never knowing her endless suffering...
FALLING
her silver harp
plinks and plucks
her mind dull
with angel hair
falling
her satin white robe
darkened with soot
the sole of a pimp
imprinted on it
with fine print
underneath
“keep playing”
her calloused fingers
plink and pluck
ground down to the nub
a puddle of blood
at the harmonious base
the symphony hails her
as a progeny case
“she never stops playing”
the fame of this place
like a cornstalk grows
the crowds ballyhoo
as ethereal crows
stalk
‘tis hell for her
as they cheer and praise
her mangled tears
falling
on deaf ears
the spirits magnify
this lost cause
with never ending applause
she begs with her feathery tongue
“please, please, please”
but they cackle with black strap molasses brew
the brouhaha of her superior selection
strums and slices
delicately ices
her fate
6/18/2019
Love so pure, so holy, earthly and divinely bound
Sweet radiance of ecstatic flow of bliss in thee I found
Drowned in the larvishing citadel of thy immortal love
As in the parlance of a mighty ocean in a torrential move
Love so perfect, love so genuine
(Finding thee was not easy at all)
Love I longed to have from my juvenile
Melodious love radiantly shining bright
As the exceptional effulgence of the moon light
My love for now, my precious love for eternity
My fervent solemn love bounded by purity and unity
Defending thee a clarion call to be heeded unwittingly
As my love is bound to you ever sure and permanently
Unwavering in the presence of transient uncertainty
Ever flowing in harmonious holiness and sanctity
Sweet love, anodyne love, love sapid and innocuous
Wetting thy succulent lips a deed that constantly binds us
In the moment of momentary immortality
As the transitory passage of every mortality
I shalt whisper thy tender love unequivocally
To great pilgrims of love who reign eternally
"remembering february"
february lives safely within each heart
one by one sharing the gift of love
radiant nights shine through moons like fine art
each beam entwines alongside lovers everywhere
voices of harmonious songs carry a whisper
engaging silhouettes are seen through the night air
remembering february lives on with its bright torch
fires leave their footprints forevermore while
eyes are glued to an everlasting soar
beginning with the young teaching the old
reaching each other with a gentle hand
under skies of sunrise and sunset
all take notice of love whether sea or land
rewarding hearts to live and breathe for
yesterday is gone with february remaining a silhouette
SkyWatcher
02-10-18
Never had I heard a flutter so clear!
nor more distinct than the settle of midnight wings;
Soft gray wings spreading, fanning
coming to gentle fold,
soon to follow, a nightingale's song,
lilting the air.
Such a blessed union is rare!
Light and dark shadows tranquilly sharing space
One perfect moment seemingly forgiving,
as gentle as the harmonious embrace,
of bird and sky !
Never have I felt so powerful against the night !
no more indefinite than a feather in the wind.
My heart beating slow as time
comes to a standstill before the soft caress
of a nightingale in flight!
Chiaroscuro moments on the soul
oh how I wish that I had wings
to fly and meet him in mid air....
never had I heard a flutter so clear nor a song
so very dear to me...
The End.
A creation by Joe and Mystic
I give thanks to the man who began this venture
and gave me a chance to fly with it lol
Life did teach her believe in unwavering destiny, merciless fate,
Although she strongly denied to.
She aspired to be her own resolute person,
Confident in her own inner strength,
Choose her own path,
Follow her own dream.
A sheltered, protected life - a cozy, comfortable home,
A caring, reassuring family - everything seemed pristine,
Perfect, impeccable and planned,
God-gifted, and intended,
No thorns from the wild bushes pricked her dainty toes,
Life was a bed of Roses!
Destiny smiled at her arrogance!
No longer her path felt smooth, and unhindered!
The gorgeous flowers gradually withered,
Vibrant petals lost their lustre, slowly descended on the harsh floor,
delightful song-birds flew away to an unknown destination,
Didn’t return.
But... she didn’t bend, she didn’t stumble, she didn’t diminish.
Her ardent will gave her the immense power to stand tall,
May be not the scented, fragrant flowers she would smell for ever,
May be not the melodious, harmonious birdsongs she would hear in all seasons,
But what didn’t fail her,
Was the indomitable power which emanated from within.
She conquered destiny by reaching the summit
in the world of supremacy of a privileged group -
She changed the course of the meandering river,
Because she watched numerous women surrendering to what they believed their fate,
And her promise to them -
To prove otherwise.
September 21, 2020
For Free Will Vs. Destiny Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
That love of nature
made me eagerly explore
everything that was truly beautiful;
and hiking in those dense woods,
its secret wasn't to be kept...
I had no name for the wild-flowers,
only for the hydras along a brook,
but the unicorn plants
didn't seem to belong there...
As I went deeper into it,
even my footsteps echoed
through an air of suspense;
and the vulnerable shrikes
fled from the voltures,
so did the accipiters
seeking out the help of the eagles,
undaunting eagles gone to the sunny skies...
Adventure,in the truest sense of the word,
was a passion I couldn't renounce...
and it came to life through search and silence;
and who could be feeling alone in the wild,
when the harmonious sounds responded
to a curious and intuitive mind?
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci