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“The home of my dream lies within me.” By author
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No. of lines; 30
River, Heart, Erase, Gaze, Lush, Tender
The Home of my Dream
Near the mouth of the river of my dream
At the heart of lush tall tropical trees
Where the shining sun sparkles its first beams
I have nestled my humble little lee
From where I can gaze at nature`s beauty,
Away from the dull maddening city.
I rise to the tune of chirping of birds
Stroll to the sweet air of the river`s song
Reap the benefits of health as reward
Inhale the freshness of air all along
Cultivate my own riverside garden
Which I till at leisure during weekends
The quietude of the clime I relish
To survey the glow of my inner self
The solitude of the farm I cherish
To ignite the light found within myself:
It`s indeed, a piece of heaven on earth
I won`t like to quit until my last breath.
The tender seeds of life I grow with love
Which I intersperse with flowers of charm
All along the long alleys of my grove
Which I maintain for the shine of my farm,
For fulfilment of my long cherished goal
Of attaining the depth of my own soul.
No gales or storm will erase from my mind
My deep affection for nature`s beauty,
Rather it will ever and ever shine
As a sincere, sublime, soulful duty
As a mark of reverence for nature
As an act of love for Divine Mother.
Resorting nature of Years and year's,
Moving miles and miles,
Life is just a bit of moments filled with sheer joy as I share it with You, my lovely Adam.
You won't believe, Its even been more better accompanying with You.
How long shall I wait an eternity?
How long must I resist myself loving you?
As I Wana express, My love which will never fade for You!
Melancholic thistles cheering in its ain way with your manifesting reflection.
Rosing my heart , raising the plum of my cheeks,
Wana stay together in unison, Nestling the two empty sweet hearts.
How long shall I wait an eternity?
How long must I resist myself loving you?
As in Every turn of life, My love will never fade for You!
Amongst the Wintergreen hazy bush,
In the Glass of grass, O'my ornamenting daisy joe,
You are the blushing flower of an hour, emboldening absolutely everyday in the morning sunrise!
How long shall I wait an eternity?
How long must I resist myself loving you?
As You are filling the vibrant colours in the void space of my heart, My love will never fade for You!
Near the coral island, The sand castle will be always lighted forever,
With the whispering winds and the dancing souls,
Roaming around the dark evening blues,
Lying on the sea bed, Twilightedly glowing like the silver moon surrounding with the stars,
How long shall I wait an eternity?
How long must I resist myself loving you?
As I'm blessed with a magnificence of heavenly glory,My love will never fade for You!
Removing the interstellar space,
By assembling the two innocent epitomes,
My love shall be immortal,
With the feast of love, signing the promising bond,
Gathering the meal of goodwill, showering on the sprouted buds by God,
How long shall I wait an eternity?
How long must I resist myself loving you?
As You are uplifting me musically at different intersperse, My love will never fade for You!
Marquee is been always blinked by your name making a contract with the pitches of my heart lifetime.
Aisle of my heart's wheel, energetically spinned with your intact spokes,
Mounting the sparks of love,
How long shall I wait an eternity?
How long must I resist myself loving you?
As my Life is a beautiful journey being together, My love will never fade for You!
Preponderance of dimensions perplexes with bliss string fervor
Lake mine previous
(stream of consciousness
imponderable) poetic efforts,
sans spiritus mundi, converse
sing a boot unfamiliar thread,
and ignored common
sense ne'er re: hearse
sing, asper William Butler Yeats,
aye went off deep end, perhaps
provoked at least une nurse
sis sear re: literary unlicensed violation,
and additionally one emphatic curse,
where mine poe whet
tick feet did immerse
for the methamphetamine time acid,
(I said to myself), why traverse
pointlessly imagining something worse
tread about, i.e. say...tripping
along head over heels, yet
nagging notion would not disperse
venturing blithely writing
plunging into terra incognita parallel
universe a "multiverse"
herewith also Ark
chew woolly Noah intent
for yours truly to drown while purse
sue wing abstract notion,
viz domain of science fiction,
never intermittently intersperse
sing following lines with "HELP, I need
somebody...", nor deliberately submerge
readers within a mini sea course
of confusion, but I feel confounded
gripped, lured...and will gladly reimburse,
should delving over my head diverse
if eyeing breadth, length, scope...
beyond realm of mom and pop verse
a tile theoretical physicists,
who casually identify ten dimensions
— eleven including time, nor averse
slithering thru worm holes
such more'n flight of fancy seems perverse,
whereat numberless whirled
wide webs presents obverse
to accepted paradigm reverse
sing scientific tenets describing
quarks, plus portal bellow much
room (See Alice in Wonderland) disperse
sing notions, where exodus
down the rabbit hole
into alternate self contained
separate cosmological infinitesimal channels
far more exciting than reality television!
Lake previous poetic effort,
sans spiritus mundi, converse
sing a boot unfamiliar thread,
and ignored common
sense ne'er re: hearse
sing, asper William Butler Yeats,
aye went off deep end, perhaps
provoked at least une nurse
sis sear re: literary unlicensed violation,
and additionally one emphatic curse,
where mine poe whet
tick feet did immerse
for the methamphetamine time acid,
(I said to myself), why traverse
pointlessly imagining something worse
tread about, i.e. say...tripping
along head over heels, yet
nagging notion would not disperse
venturing blithely writing
plunging into terra incognita parallel
universe a "multiverse"
herewith also Ark
chew woolly Noah intent
for yours truly to drown while purse
sue wing abstract notion,
viz domain of science fiction,
never intermittently intersperse
sing following lines with "HELP, I need
somebody...", nor deliberately submerge
readers within a mini sea course
of confusion, but I feel confounded
gripped, lured...and will gladly reimburse,
should delving over my head diverse
if eyeing breadth, length, scope...
beyond realm of mom and pop verse
a tile theoretical physicists,
who casually identify ten dimensions
— eleven including time, nor averse
slithering thru worm holes
such more'n flight of fancy seems perverse,
whereat numberless whirled
wide webs presents obverse
to accepted paradigm reverse
sing scientific tenets describing
quarks, plus portal bellow much
room (See Alice in Wonderland) disperse
sing notions, where exodus
into alternate self contained
separate cosmological infinitesimal channels
far more exciting than reality television!
Denizen of abyssal labyrinth,
legendary ancient Wyrm seeks succour
within prodigious sepulchral cavern:
her domicile for an ageless lifetime.
Ethereal shafts cascade through ceiling's
stochastic rifts, piercing tenebrous tomb;
vicious viscous scarlet smears juxtapose
against shimmering iridescent scales.
Aeons past, Faustian pact formed with Man:
vow of harmonious co-existence
exchanged for fulgurant falchion forged in
the heart of dragonflame's conflagration.
Sacred covenant shattered this night by
myriad ironclad interlopers;
ruination's harbinger was strident
warrior wielding token of treaty.
Last vestiges of cacophonous roar
dissipate into the Stygian depths;
acrid stench of brimstone clogs the air as
remnants of vitriolic pyres linger.
Twin gargantuan fibrous wings contract
behind enormous muscular torso;
fulgurating talons sluggishly sheaved
as serpentine tail shudders and falls limp.
Priceless metals and prismatic gemstones
intersperse with charred and twisted corpses;
amongst detritus of mortal conflict,
majestic titan finally crumples.
Massive lurid yellow orbs exhibit
an unfathomable intelligence;
succumbing to the inevitable,
moribund colossus bows forlorn head.
Lifemate butchered by zealous paladin;
remains of final clutch just motes on breeze.
Burden borne by solitary relict:
regal behemoth was last of her kind...
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(C) John C Michaels, 25th April 2017
Free verse, no meter, no rhymes - as per contest rules.
10 syllables on every line (howmanysyllables.com)
For the contest entitled "A Mythical Creature" sponsored by Julia Ward.
You lay sleeping, and I, awake, focus on you’re steady breathing in hopes it will lull me into at very least a meditative trance, if not actual sleep.
I stare into the blackness of the room, it’s expansiveness surprises me, intrigues me, then scares me, so I close my eyes blocking out the night. Rolling over I huddle into a ball and try to sleep. The electric hum of the household appliances fill the void, your occasional snores and snorts intersperse their melody. You lay sleeping, and I? I lay still resisting the urge to get up as I believe if I just lay still sleep will come, eventually.
You roll over and cuddle me. You lay sleeping, and I lay awake but happy wrapped in your arms, your knees snug up behind mine. I feel the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest and try to mirror it.
Slowly surly my eyes get heavy, the thoughts dissipate from my mind and I feel the heaviness of sleep being to over take me. BING, my phone intones from the living room. At first I ignore it, too tired and cozy to care, then I begin to wonder who it could be, and why. I have to know, and besides I’m thirsty, and I could pee.
You roll over, and I get up. You lay sleeping and I scroll mindless through my phone, the bright light making me squint so I put it aside.
“You ok”, I hear from the bedroom. “Yup”, I reply.
You instantly fall back into your easy slumber. I sit there in the darkness tired but awake.
I wish I could be you for just one night, sleeping so peacefully and easily.
How do you do it? Why can’t I?
You lay sleeping ….
I sit at my computer musing and trying to compose meaningful verse.
Try as I might with Shakespearian panache my lines to intersperse,
With profound nuggets of enlightenment to attain universal fame,
My concentration is lost in a fog, like an ever-changing movie frame!
I suppose I could blame this dilemma on my dear, long-suffering spouse.
She's cooking beef stew for supper - the aroma is wafting about the house!
Now, how am I to concentrate on versifying when my palate is just itchin',
To delve into that delectable ambrosia she's slaving over in the kitchen!
Ah! I can hardly wait to taste that mouth-watering olio awaiting me!
She makes the best in town, tossing all kinds of stuff in that potpourri!
Of course there is the best of beef that she has tenderized and diced,
And the scrumptious gravy with exotic herbs she has liberally spiced!
She adds sweet peas, a tolerable amount of corn and russet pertaters,
And just enough onions for my taste, green peppers and fresh termaters!
Green beans, carrots and a tad of celery top off this fantastic brew!
Le Cordon Bleu Chef at the Ritz dare not concoct a more elegant stew!
Alas, I've wasted all afternoon trying to hatch up some credible rhyme,
But my thoughts have been consumed with that ragout laced with thyme!
Ah! My wife announces supper is ready so I'm gonna load my plate!
That poetic masterpiece I had in mind today will just have to wait!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
There was a time when she would delight to write
Words won't chime her muse did choose to leave
Her prime concern, to learn when words will flow just right
In muddled grime her mind can't find a verse
A dime might buy a vowel, but right now she'll grieve
She has no rhyme things are blurred and to a word she's averse
It's downtime, she'll wait late for her muse to return
Meantime the choice, to await her poetic voice, then weave
her words, at bedtime her muse appears, cheers, words now churn
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There was a time when she would delight to write
Words won't chime her muse did choose to leave
Her prime concern, to learn when words will flow just right
What's worse, her mind can't find a verse
No need to disperse vowels in flight, right now she'll grieve
No rhymes to intersperse, word, blurred, and to write she's averse
It's downtime, she'll wait late for her muse to return
She'll choose, to await poetic voice, her choice, then weave
her words, no more blues, her muse appears, cheers, words now churn
From the Back of the Bus
The journey to school via that yellow tin can
They call it a bus at least where I come from, man
Long and narrow it transports it’s precious cargo
And delivers daily where we must show to grow
My favorite destination of that vehicle not of choice
Was the back of the bus so I could hide inside and rejoice
Many lessons were learned on the way to school
Observing life from that back of that melting pot pool
One learned about friendship between two friends
The shy kid whose ride was a means to an end
The bully that would run amok
Those were the ones that would have me duck
There were smiles and frowns alike
Most days I would rather ride my bike
Some days were up but most days were down
In the midst of the crowd and the class clown
Intersperse that beautiful girl
And the kids that made you want to hurl
Some were kind and some were tough
Seeing some of both was enough
Not realizing at that young age
This was preparing us for a different life stage
The ride was a daily grind
While I was looking for something else to find
From the back of the bus
Andreas Simic©
Couples make a big commitment,
when, at the altar, they say, “I do,”
vowing to love, hold, and cherish
and declaring, ‘Til death do us part.”
Not aware of what the future holds.
The unknown “for better or worse,”
slips way into the background,
though they will intersperse.
‘Tis good to plan and dream
about sharing all of life as one,
though the level of trust required
can be more than first thought.
Trust is very, very fragile,
like great grandma’s best China.
Just handle it carelessly, and
it lies in shambles on the floor!
Assume a great miracle happens,
and all is glued back together.
It’s never the same again.
Fractured lines are very apparent.
A precious thing, a marriage,
meant for mankind’s good,
but it can’t overcome all,
if handled by careless fools.
Oh, I could go on and on,
but then, I’d go on preaching.
Yet, it occurs to me just now,
in forty-five-plus years of officiating,
I’m aware of only one marriage…yes, one,
that overcame the curse of infidelity.