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Just on Friday there, at the end of the week in regality,
The Scottish Tories met to discuss, market and aim,
And state their policies for future elections in modernity,
Claiming to be progressive and considerate by name.
Their leader said that if they do not beat Scottish Labour,
In the next election, then she will be beat, but won’t resign,
Because she has gumption, intelligence and much ardour,
A vocabulary with a spark that ignites milk, you may consign.
Ruth Davidson studied at Edinburgh and Glasgow universities,
And was successfully elected onto the Glasgow regional list,
She became the Scottish Tory Leader in 2011, no adversities,
And is hot for judges, small business and faith schools’ cyst.
Owls Night
Masculine owl, brown metallic feathers, heavy winged
Sores the twilight ozone meadow
Traverses over waterways and banks of laden grass
Transforms, as from a trance, into the hunter
Haunting hoot tu-who sounds alert
Between the silent grays of total black
Eclipsed and thunderous flap on flight ignites the hunt
Gliding, guided by precision giant eyes of wondrous yellow
Gaining on the shadow of the mouse within its grasp
Scrambling to escape
Owl changes shape before attacking
Preys before he merges on this species
The specimen does not go unnoticed by another winged creature
A female owl of white, who feels an urge to flee, takes flight
Swoops down, takes the rodent in, before departing
No thinking on the wing and wind
No time to contemplate
Brown owl feels smarter than all that, a regular intellect, yet
Hovering up above, without his meal, there is regret
Mr. and Mrs. Owl will sort things out together
Not in the nest or dead of night on meadows bog
But over dinner, consisting of the memory of mouse, no doubt
Created on 8/04/14 for Night Owl – Poetry contest
As I turn my thoughts inward, my imagination runs rife.
Melted candle wax paints my mind in the colors of my life.
Dripping over the surface in a dazzeling display,
leaving trails of colors mixing here and there along the way.
The candles burn in sequence; each the other lights
depositing layers of color as another one ignites.
Pink is my compassion, nurturing and love.
Blue is my tranquility and faith in Heaven above.
Green defines my roots and Irish ancestry.
Yellow is my imagination and creativity.
The colors keep on growing and expanding on my mind;
Each represents all I am and everything I find.
Someday the candle will burn out and the colors turn to black;
Until that time, I will seek out the colors that I lack.
February 24, 2018
Echoes of praise rise around you, your beauty, an unwritten hymn,
Words and poems weave through crowded halls, but you, only you,
Hear my speaking silence, a mute symphony whispering into your soul,
Burning gazes seek you, like darkness chasing the full moon,
Yet you offer me the first ray of light, a vision, a forgotten dream returning.
Your shy smile, barely sketched, directed at me, a promise,
Ignites the city in flames reflected in my eyes, endlessly burning,
Those who never felt my presence now whisper my name with reverence,
As if I hadn't always breathed on the same streets, a ghost among them,
My existence, suddenly validated by the touch of your gaze, is reborn from ashes.
Your secret magic, hidden from others' view, reveals itself only to me,
In our complicit silence, an entire world is born and dies,
We are two constellations meeting in the vastness of a mute universe,
Each of your gestures, an unwritten poem that shakes my being to its core,
And I, a mere mortal, become immortal through your silent love.
The city transforms around us, the streets take on new meanings,
Every corner, every shadow, hides the memory of a changed gaze,
We are the center of a world spinning madly, intoxicated by love,
And I, who was invisible, now shine in the light of your love,
A miraculous metamorphosis, a rebirth from the ashes of my anonymity.
Up and about early to enjoy the coolness
of an early August morning
Tranquil is her soft summer breeze
The shade of dawn strecthes as an awning
soothing and refreashing in the morning shade
Now is the time to water the garden
Now is the time for little doggies to play outside
Now is the time to enjoy morning's peace
The rising suns rays streak through the canvas
of trees. Soon the coolness of dawn will evaporate
As the promise of heat pierces from the emitting sunshine
The mighty August sun ignites the day
Comfort of air conditioning beckons me
to retreat indoors. For hot is very hot
during a southern summers day
Morning soothes my heart and delights my thoughts
Whispers of a misty moment rights my thoughts
Buttery sunshine bestows joy through my life
As hues of lavender laughter highlights my thoughts
Gentle birds emerge and silence the milky clouds
With silent hope that smiles and invites my thoughts
Butterflies dressed in tangerine dance across my mind
Revealing dreams and passions that excites my thoughts
Lovely roses breathe through sorrows onto yearning souls
Capturing luscious dewdrops which writes my thoughts
Silence paints the dawn's reflection in a peaceful grace
Touching both the heart and soul that sights my thoughts
Moon and stars hide behind the gentle flesh of sun's kindness
Creating waves of abiding love which ignites my thoughts
Melancholy longings leave me feeling blessed with prayers
And praise for the sense of warmth which recites my thoughts
Oceans of heartfelt embraces flow from a McIntosh who loves
With a heart and soul who ponders how love rewrites my thoughts
From quantum whispers,
a universe awakens.
A birth in stellar nurseries,
where light ignites.
Appearance and disappearance,
a dance of creation,
a cosmic ballet,
everlasting and fleeting.
Invisible to our limited sight,
a mystery in swirling existence.
Permanent yet ephemeral,
a cosmic puzzle,
beyond our grasp.
What traces remain?
when the stars fade away?
when galaxies collapse?
Are they truly gone,
or merely transformed?
Hidden in spacetime’s weave,
in the universe’s memory.
Appearance and disappearance,
teachers of impermanence,
choreographers of existence.
You are the heartbeat
of the cosmic symphony.
You are reality’s breath,
ever-present,
always shifting.
In field of emotions, a fire-storm has grown,
Seeds of rebellion aflame and wind-borne are sown.
Creating chaotic scenes, burned by spirit's flame,
Fomented fervor, a revolutionary game.
Fomented hearts, with courage compromised are made lame,
Unyielding on purpose, foments have staked their claim.
Anger simmers, rancor seethes, and heart beat wavers
In the cauldron of discord, it quivers quavers.
Fomented minds, with thoughts so tainted, twisted unkind,
Make claims to sublime reason, unravel unwind
They inflame the embers of long stagnant belief,
Awakening the masses asleep, pedaling grief.
The frothy foment foam spewed up into the crowd,
Ignites ferment and loathing in threatening cloud.
Love leaves a light glowing softly
Inside the heart that it touches
A light that is especially Godly
Never so assured that it judges
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Love leaves an insight into happiness
Fills the anxious heart to overflowing
Makes ugliness seem like prettiness
Helps the heart to continue growing
~
Love leaves the seasons filled with intimacy
A sense of purpose and pure sentimentality
No one could imagine it be taken so literally
Or that love like this would have such finality
~
Love leaves the wonders of a heart open wide
Creates assured faith in the joy that is to come
Welcoming peace and hope to come inside
She awakens the heart to surprises for some
~
Love leaves the aches of yearning for another
When that other has gone or can’t be discovered
It is a love so strong, as if for a true brother
Thankfully, in time, love leaves the heart recovered
~
Love leaves a desire that ignites the very soul
With a fire of delight that God sends to uphold
It welcomes the power that makes it feel whole
And it’s worth so much more than solid gold
~
Love leaves a fierce heart with a craving for more
Because what God inspires always yearns for sure
It reaches inside the heart and touches the very core
Knowing that God has sent a love that is mature
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Love longs for a way to give back to another
The pure and glowing flame of its excitement
It is a flow of love that won’t ever smother
And its passion is more precious than a diamond
Nature’s palette of golden paints overturns,
autumn's spectrum spills on color-burst landscape.
As the heat of the summer air dissipates away
The sapphire shine suffuses the crystalline sky
Crisp breeze ripples on the gilded thicket canopy
The rustling leaves perform the last fiery dance
As the summer birds leave the nests and fly away
Pearls of dew on the meadow craft silver crown
At crimson dawn it sparkles in ethereal splendor
Wait to freeze when the northern winds will blow.
Sitting alone by the window open on sprawling lawn,
departing music of the wilted leaves I hear as they fall,
the glare of the scorching summer sun has melted,
the sign of autumn’s chromatic footfall I see beguiled.
The smoky dust screen has blown away to far horizon,
the flotilla of cotton cloud sails in the depth of azure.
Bowed down slender blades of cinnamon grass sway
in crisp air on the lap of the meadow turning fawn.
Lining the sun-burnt cinnabar garden path paved anew,
the dry trunks of the sepia trees stand on fallow ground.
The setting sun ignites inferno in the seamless satin sky,
makes surreal collage of vermillion ember blazing bright.
In lilac sunset my heart is drenched by the twilight drizzle,
soaking its glow I’ll greet the stars in pellucid autumn night.
For my freezing times in the gloom of the winter I’ll hold
the warmth of the touch of autumn’s remnant afterglow.
October 11, 2021
The final form is Free verse
Contest : Let's Mix It Up
Sponsor : Constance La France