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I'm a wide eyed open dreamer
Who's not tethered to a bed.
While others remain sleepinig
I just live my dreams instead
I'm all about adventure
I live life like it's a ride
My heart is fully open
Not a thing I wish to hide
In my dream are people
Who've been gifted to me
When it comes to dreaming
I'm where I wish to be
I am riding a rainbow
Looking up at a blue sky
No limits to my thinking
With my mind I travel high
Living in the moment
Finding magic every place
Feeling each precious second
As I breathe they interlace
You can rise up from your bed
Be a wide eyed dreamer too
We are not so many
Yet we're still quite a few
This poem grew out of an email conversation
I had with my niece Nicole. I dedicate this
one to her.
I sat down underneath a willow tree
far from the crowds in a secluded place.
Soon all my worldly cares began to flee.
God’s beauty all around me I could see.
While supple limbs moved in the breeze with grace,
I sat down underneath a willow tree.
Wildflowers swayed beneath a buzzing bee
and dancing shadows seemed to interlace.
Soon all my worldly cares began to flee.
I watched intently when I noticed three
small chickadees to some big crows gave chase!
I sat down underneath a willow tree.
Some rabbits scurried through the field. With glee,
I pictured myself with them in a race!
Soon all my worldly cares began to flee.
Serenity and joy had come to me
while occupying my newfound sweet space.
I sat down underneath a willow tree.
Soon all my worldly cares began to flee.
March 2, 2022
For An Original Villanelle Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
In that hamlet sweet, where dreams take flight,
Beneath the canopy of day and night,
With each season's change, a new delight,
Where joy and sorrow intertwine, in their might.
Spring breathes life into the earth's embrace,
Summer's heat, a fervent chase,
Autumn whispers secrets, leaves interlace,
Winter's frost, a tranquil grace.
"He sung his 'didn't he, danced he did',
In rhythms of life, where moments bid,
For women and men, in love amid,
Their souls entwined, their spirits hid.
They reckoned not of anyone's stand,
But danced along to nature's hand,
They sowed their nay, they reaped their yea,
Under sun, moon, stars, and rain's array.
For in this hamlet fair, where hearts entwine,
Where myriad bells in the breeze define,
Each soul finds solace, each spirit fine,
In the rhythm of life's grand design.
:: 02.21.2024 ::
The Desolated Greatness
ABAB
The brooding copse of archaic place,
where many stories lived and died,
rapturous and dismal both interlace,
to charm all, as in thousand hearts it resides.
Where peacock fawn, to win the mate,
and nightingale sing surmised
and where brown-recluse spider wait,
and search its life disguised.
The echoed heaven, with multitude
of songs and cries,
of birds in solitude
or in group as they flies.
The squirrels jump and pop around,
and enjoy the april scene,
as all of them ecstatic found,
with all hearts eager, all eyes keen.
The fragrance was in the air
of full blown flowers and old
which drops here and there
cries, hopes and become cold.
The winnowing winds of adjacent field,
ruffles the hairs of indolent calves
which nothing now can yield,
but deplete the fodder to halves.
Pinkish flamingoes grace the lake
which dips and uplifts
its beak in serene water, and take
the required and drifts.
The trodden path midst this greatness
reminds us of its splendid past
and also of nature's creativeness,
which is only left at last.
-:AKASH SANGWAN
Melody Maker
The music in my mind plays softly.
It is quiet today.
I can write and enjoy
each stroke of the pen
as it touches the paper...
like a lover for the first time
with their dearest one.
Gentle, soft, and methodical
the sounds interlace the moment,
with memory, to create remembrances
for later, when the resonances have lessoned
or stopped altogether. .
In the distance
I can see the white clouds,
they are rising slowly,
and gaining power, and physical strength.
My heart beats slightly faster, at the sight,
and the music responds.
Somewhere nearby
harps were joined by lutes,
and flutes.
Not dancing and prancing,
but bouncing against the unseen
droplets that will fall with the coming storm.
It has not happened,
but I know that it will... still.
I rush to finish the equation,
of love and forever,
the answer clearly presented.
The tune changed,
and rearranged...
the water touched the paper,
and caressed it anew,
the secret was then lost.
There's mischief in the air, and in the sky
Rises fair, sublime, and rare - Blue Moon.
Son of Venus, hidden, now lets fly
An arrow to a chaste fair maid who soon
Shall spy a youthful eager boy and sigh
As through the dance hall wafts a wistful tune.
For she, with goddess body silken-clad,
And rosebud cheeks and locks the color wheat,
Turns - the first she sees - a simple lad.
She's drawn to him - this boy that she must meet.
He sees her too; his countenance turns glad,
For she approaches with a smile so sweet!
Her face feels flushed; her blood now courses fire
beneath the spot where Cupid's dart was thrust.
With lingered gaze she speaks her soul's desire.
A feathered touch. To have him now she must.
Her honeyed voice and breath. He can't respire.
Her scent; the darkened room! He feels the lust.
He takes her by the waist of her soft dress.
They slowly move along the corner floor.
His fingers wrap around her back and press.
She leans into his body, wanting more.
Her fingers tread his neck; then they caress.
And next he leads her to the exit door.
She follows, not protesting, to his place,
Where, on the floor, their clothing soon is flung.
They fall onto his bed in an embrace.
With pleasured aching, soon they're lost among
the tangled sheets as bodies interlace.
He touches where her silken gown once clung. . .
Winged scamp with cherub's face and ready bow,
You laugh at each new fool that you waylay.
For love of reckless passion born, you know,
can't last. She wakes, and you've since traipsed away.
She gasps and shakes. The lad is dealt a blow,
His face once loved - now loathed by light of day.
A delicate dance, a balance to abide.
Let me share a verse, a tale profound,
Of union wed in hallowed ground.
When vows were spoken, love's embrace,
Within the walls of sacred grace,
Two souls entwined, a blessed bond,
In faith and hope, their hearts respond.
The church, a haven, where spirits soar,
A sanctuary for love to explore.
With blessings sought, in prayers they knelt,
Their union sealed, divine presence felt.
Yet in the realm of worldly decree,
Lies the state, where laws decree.
An earthly realm, where lives entwine,
Where unions formed, but can decline.
The state, it claims a different role,
To govern lives, the heart's control.
Through trials faced, its duty clear,
To grant divorce when love's austere.
For love is fragile, human, frail,
And sometimes falters, starts to pale.
The state steps in, with measured might,
To disentangle bonds, no longer bright.
Though wedded in the sacred place,
Where heaven's grace did interlace,
The state, it follows rules laid bare,
To sever ties, love's weight to bear.
The separation of these realms, you see,
Protects the church, protects the free,
To let religion guide its course,
While state ensures a civil force.
Thus, if the state may seek to part,
What church bestowed, two souls held in heart,
Remember, dear friend, it's not their aim,
To tarnish love or cause you shame.
They're bound by duty, laws compiled,
To navigate love's ebb and tide,
For if love fades and peace departs,
They offer solace, fresh new starts.
So let us honor this subtle divide,
Respecting both realms, hand in hand they stride.
For church and state, they coexist,
Preserving freedom, love's gentle twist.
The unwavering faith molds the mind
for its inward journey to the eternity,
life turns into a turbulent river,
the currents of contemplation interlace,
and carry the elements of innate reflection.
The ultimate merger with the serene sea,
shaping the fathomless soul,
manifests in the final amalgamation
with the aspects of infinite bliss,
sublimating the essence of mental motif.
The swirling currents of the vagrant mind
find the course of introspection to the absolute
through the layers of consciousness,
disappear in the shade beneath the divine lamp
that illumines the swathe of dark acuity.
The soul then shines in the spiritual glow,
reflecting the patina of the perception lotus,
as the self-searching comprehension odyssey ends
in the seamless sanctum of the supreme,
the oneness configures into thought rested awareness.
___________________
December 11, 2022
Contest : Thought Rested Awareness
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
In forests where the whispered secrets play,
Komorebi weaves through branches, a dance so bright,
A tapestry of light in tranquil display,
A sacred serenade, a soul's delight.
Through leaves, the sun's benevolent embrace,
Bestows on earth its ethereal grace,
In dappled shadows, spirits interlace,
Creating sanctuaries, a holy place.
For Komorebi's realm, love's essence must prevail,
Its shadows on beloved hearts, a cherished tale,
Embraced by hues of love, a tranquil, blessed art,
A heaven for the soul, a serenity's restart.
This radiant art, a spiritual hymn,
A tranquil blessing, nature's whispered prayer,
Where light and peace in harmony swim,
An offering of serenity so rare.
A little bit of twist
A little bit of grin
A flip of the hair
I am proud of myself
Pictures on my bookshelf
He and I collide, kiss and a ride
His glove and baseball by the side
Hat up above truly love
I dare not give it a shove
On the stand with a cheer
A taunt and a sneer
Grin your way; ensnare was my plan
Flip my hair and pretend I’m a fan
Batter batter swing
Hammer and sting that skin
A little bit of twist
A little bit of grin
A flip of the hair
Wearing the right hat
Twist to the bat
Searching far and wide
Where’s the cowhide
Home, don’t walk ... R-U-N
One-on-one under the sun
Slide your hand down my arms
Surrender and drown in charm
Strawberry kisses champagne wine
Interlace your fingers with mine
Emotions beat while we run away
Feeling the excitement of the day
2/20/2017