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The large room is almost dark now
Moonlight the one light source
I sit here next to the window
Which the wind shakes with force
A light throw tossed across my back
Waiting, waiting until
The lady of the house comes in
Her smile lifts the chill
She walks across the large dark room
Gently touches my arm
Then sits and turns on the small lamp
She snuggles in with charm
Here in my luxurios lap
Picks up her book and reads
The night no longer is cold ~ bare
My queen fills all my needs
Entangled arm and arm together
The warm throw encases
How she enjoys my warm leather
It heightens all her senses
Finis'
Can you now guess what I am?
On a grassy bank beside a trickling stream
I view her ebony locks of which I've dreamed
Naked she is bathing in translucent crystal clear
As I long for her shapes to shadow me near
This short distance between us in natures surround
For soon we will be in clinch on her sacred ground
Whilst all around there are sounds of wildlife lush
It leaves you in marvel as it quietens to a hush
I turn my head in this most dreamy of place
As I capture her beauty that nature has graced
The cooling waters from the pure running stream
Cascades down her body this fluid supreme
Her ebony locks down her body caress
Naked to bare we have no need to undress
On a blanket of tartan we kneel down as I dry
My love, my lady as we look into our eyes
Shaped undulations awaken thoughts in my mind
As I lightly touch my dreams start to unwind
Our adventurous hands now in wandering roam
Amidst the greens and colours in this harvest home
Beneath the blue, two torsos in mix
Feelings of desire have us joined in transfix
Pleasurable movements like soft rolling waves
Cresting in the breeze as we internally crave
Our love heightens in joyous serenade
By the stream beside the meadow, our love displayed
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When he sleeps, he snores so loud
It's like hearing a train plough through the crowd
The lilting cadence of his loud snores
Makes me squirm and heightens my nightmares
You might think I should be used to it by now
At times, it's not jarring, but soft like falling dew
His mellow snores stay with me through the night
Don't you think he sounds hot?
His sonorous snores wake me sometimes mid-sleep
Give me gorgeous gigantic earbuds or dose me with dope
But without his soothing snores by my side
I'm unable to rest peacefully indeed
I think his thunderous snores act like a melodious lullaby
Look, my eyes are drooping! ~ Can't you see us matched evenly?
Nighttime Monster
The monster within me raises its head—
its power consumes me nighttime in bed.
It stirs up my mind with poison of dread
and robs me of peace, conflicts me instead.
The monster within me sums up my day—
to show outcomes in a negative way.
The pluses forgotten, soon shoved away,
replaced by the angst that enters the fray.
In day, I respect my glass as half-full,
but nighttime reverses and tries to pull
the good things away and what's meaningful,
to show glass half-empty—so pitiful.
The monster within me makes me aware
of things not accomplished, heightens despair,
and robs me of sleep while I coldly stare
with eyes open wide; no rest to repair.
Sometime in the night, my monster lets go,
as soothing slumber begins its sweet flow,
to wake in the morning able to know
no monster now, just the new day's bright glow.
My negative monster wakes when I'm tired—
no strength to fight back like when I am wired.
Please—hope for my new day—keep me inspired!
Deflect counter thoughts my monster has fired!
Sandra M. Haight
~Honorable Mention~
Contest: My Monster(s)
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 10/13/2015
Verd meadow yon shadowed sequoias,
Patterns has lent the scope neath the petals,
Pixies wake on the tips of true choices,
Heightens an ochered sun amidst voices,
Looms about a faint trace of pink mettles,
Verd meadow yon shadowed sequoias,
Tattered remnants of coral sprays joyous,
Whilst they'd be assets in blossom vessels,
Pixies wake on the tips of true choices,
Grooves a pass graced with nectarous noises,
Virtuous domain sprung through laced specials,
Verd meadow yon shadowed sequoias,
Noble claims dotes a wishing well deploys,
Nigh, not far they'd be for all our revels,
Pixies wake on the tips of true choices,
Submit the crush much, us the true toilers,
Sparkled dusk fades long lives of their fettles,
Verd meadow yon shadowed sequoias,
Pixies wake on the tips of true choices.
Date: 06/10/2019
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After winning the lottery is like a
Baby being born
Chiming in a tangible joy
Destined for a righteous path
Embracing a cherished memory
Funds a return that is beyond measure
Gain a priceless reciprocation
Heightens a lifetime investment
Insures a locked treasure for your
Joint accounts that rest in the
Keepsakes of your hearts
Lies an allotted caliber
Magnified since their launch of
Non-negotiable rights
Offering a higher interest rate
Payable tax-free
Quitclaim deeds to further your interest
Rate of return is amplified
Solidifies the futures
Timeless legacy
Ultimate goals attained
Ventures are insurmountable
Worldwide accolades retained
Xeroxed companions of lottery and life
Yields a well-deserved fulfillment
Zest and zeal be their constant twin
Date: 06/04/2019
We speak of them together- 'heart and soul,'
but hearts are flesh- they beat inside of us.
Emotions grow through love's euphoria
when mind and heart unite in happiness.
But soul- distinct from heart, resides unseen,
and speaks to us upon a higher plane.
An aura that enfolds us sacredly-
that holy zone that God instilled in us.
That part of Him that lets us comprehend
this wondrous nature that surrounds us all;
the relished splendors of our human life-
the grace that heightens us beyond ourselves.
Compassion, sorrow, and unselfishness;
a need to share and even yield one's life;
these cannot be without our gifted souls-
deep-seated in our psyche from the start.
Most humans feel the presence of a God-
it comes from deep within in many forms.
Induced or not, we feel that mystic glow-
perceive we are unique on this old earth.
So all-embracing is our sense of God-
as known from sacred writings long ago;
made in His image, we are blessed with soul-
a spark from this great glory- is our gift.
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 !
when i see that certain smile
it heightens moments
i feel more than approval
it is that playful adoration
that tells me
the heavens are at peace
no star out of alignment
flocks of wings in synchronicity
ocean breezes freely dancing in palms
pelicans gliding above waves
children raised hands down the slide
all the galaxies are accounted for
no nail missing in the structure
a building anticipation as the roller coaster
reaches its peak in the climb
the taste of cotton candy
already upon my tongue
in the fervent hope
that the smile is a promise
of the kiss to follow
the roller coaster now earthbound
the ones i cherish most deeply
approval in a moment
of playful adoration
it is when i wear a simper
you do that to me
shy and wanting to pull on pigtails
Oregon 9/22/26
My dreary life shunned, a chance to escape;
atop glacial peak, glorious vision.
Oasis amongst the frigid landscape;
found sanctuary, almost Elysian.
Colorful fish dart, despite intrusion,
in clear blue water of idyllic lake.
Grand oaks' enclosure heightens seclusion,
if this be a dream, no wish to awake.
Surmount gnarly trunk, in bosom I nest,
relax for a spell, savour treetop view.
Ponder existence, I truly am blessed;
alas, paradise, soon time to eschew.
'fore starting descent, 'fore limbs are unfurled,
shut eyes and breathe deep, absorb nature's sounds.
This close to Heaven, at top of the world,
touch of Creator supremely resounds.
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(C) 12th May 2017
ABAB-CDCD-EFEF-GHGH rhyme scheme
10 syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com - but had to remove apostrophes in fourth stanza as it was mis-counting)
For Brenda Chiri's Mountaintop Lake contest.
(3rd Place)
Used the following word(s):
#1 treetop view
#2 colorful fish
#3 clear blue water
#4 nature's sounds / sounds of nature