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Cold howling winds have finally died
And a spring sun’s decided to abide
There’s no sweeter place than countryside
What a wonderful time to send the kids outside
Reclaiming a chunk of ‘me’ time I decide
To tackle that novel and sit by the fireside
Hang stress out like an old faded apron to hide
It’s the perfect moment to feel thoroughly satisfied
Plenty of time later to be busy and preoccupied
Children intoxicated with spring are wide-eyed
Exude joy and freedom in their stride
Silly with excitement, wild and cock-eyed
Running free up and down the hillside
I see no reason for chide
As I watch them eagle-eyed
Smiling with so much love and pride
Thinking of days gone by as a guide
When I'll call them back inside
The kids will be exhausted, bonafide
With rosy cheeks into bed they’ll glide
Won’t take long choosing a side
For tonight’s treasured stories at bedside
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on March 10, 2018 for contest SPRING FLING ZING KING (OR QUEEN) sponsored by MICHAEL VASEK - HONORABLE MENTION
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yesss
'pon this slip
before the many
"here"
iz where i
"roar"
uv Spring's glorious
Daffodils
Tulips
hyacinths
I'm Intoxicated 'Mongst Their Redolence
Az the lion's padded paws
tramp with the sound uv soft
Doth mine
mine thoughts
Save
when Spring arrives
and mine roar
unto the Third Heaven
Bellows
Thanking Jehovah God Almighty
In Jesus Christ's Name
"It's Spring
Spring
Spring"
Beacon of a thousand rainbows
shines through uniquely true
Priceless warm touching lips kiss golden glowing petals
Sailing away into another world
Sands turning over salted spice
Time stands still
Rising tides kissing tenderly
Upon the seventh crest Beholding you
Arrowhead of Cupid
Striking deeply surf falling
as the carpet unrolls
Before the eyes
Batting lashes holding warm feelings flash glorious
Soulful touching mist shawls
walking inside the enchanted garden silver shadows tango
Sweetheart scent of forgetmenots enter
Lingering fragrant aroma breathless whispers sigh
Softly the petals gently brush with satin embracing fingers embroidered deeply
Lips of One soul warmly kissing heartbeats stop
Spirit of mead drunken soul
Within your beauty intoxicated
The warm air shimmering outward liquid gold dazzling light of illusions
Reflections shine forever you
In a purple haze beaming with bright colours
Golden sets in the horizons dawning dream magic
faraway distant yawning glistens
forever mornings awaken
Sudden was the descent of poetry on me
I tottered under its weight
My body heated up like the sun
A frying egg yolk on the pan
My blood started burning…. burning
A strange madness crept across my senses
Intoxicated as by an excess dose of ale
Or drunk with the vintage wine
Or by some mystical disengagement
I started levitating
Wings sprouted up suddenly on my sides
Scenes flash past before my mind’s eye!
I reeled round and round
Flew up and up
Meteors flashed past
Stars blinked
Large celestial bodies stood still
Strange sounds fleeted past my ears
My heart palpitated,
Like the rumblings of thunder
My eyes glowed like fire balls
A shout I heard afar
Over the heavens’ mysterious rim
Muffled though, I could decipher it;
“Welcome to the clan of blessed bards”!
Around me, I saw multitudes of poets
Young and old, their faces blazing
Like a thousand lanterns lit
In that blinding brilliance
My filmy wings burnt outright!
Like Icarus, from the heights
I flopped down to the chasm below
In the scattered heap of flesh and bones
A faint stir …..
The feeble flutter of a poetic heart
Before it was finally stilled,
I woke up from the drowsiness of a dream!
Poetry Contest
'Your Life Flashes Before Your Eyes'
Sponsor- Matt Caliri
FOREVER ADELINE
Acknowledgement:
A big thank you Sam Scott from our Poetry Soup Community,
for your splendid narrative contribution.
Synopsis:
A story of unrequited love that began in childhood.
Despite the passage of time, his love remained hauntingly
painful even after she fell in love with another.
Aloft on wings of rhapsody, together spirits soar
Wild, untamed and sensuous, just like a lion's roar.
HOW LONG AGO IT SEEMS THE TWO OF YOU FIRST MET
AS TIME IS RENDERED MEANINGLESS
OR TIMELESS, BETTER YET
Though in that Timeless moment, along came winds of change
Love swiftly rearranged, but what it WAS, remained
Oh, Adeline, so fair and bright,
Eyes, like stars, shine with delight,
Oh fickle heart, now you await
your new love's sweet embrace
Blinded by the callous cad, you foolishly don't resist
In the quench of love's allure, Time does not exist
His loving lips will not reveal your new love's promiscuous charms
Intoxicated, unrepentantly, he sways to others' wanton arms.
Across the bronze Sienna shores and blissful sea breeze skies,
He ever trails your hungry heart through
his own saddened eyes.
Oh, Adeline in Twilight's Hush,
where shadows dance and play,
A tale of love and longing
When Night succumbs to Day
Oh, Adeline, will it be
mere friendship, he would fain?
To be just a deliverer of love notes,
a job he will disdain
Oh, Adeline ~ Sweet Adeline
At every glance - a secret shared,
his every word - love unsaid,
In every touch - a fire dared
HOW LONG AGO IT SEEMS ~ THE TWO OF YOU FIRST MET
AS TIME IS RENDERED MEANINGLESS
OR TIMELESS, BETTER YET
Chansons ne sont que chansons
Quand on écrit de l'amour
Comment d'écrire des chansons
De la femme qui est l'amour?
English translation from above:
Songs are just songs
When we write about love
How do you write songs
Of the woman who is Love?
OH, ADELINE ~ SWEET ADELINE
by Maria Williams ©
Background garden images taken on our recent visit to the amazing
Hunter Valley Gardens, Sydney, Australia
Musicians
Harp - Rolando Cristaldo
Violins: Fátima Benítez
Celeste Osorio
As the heat of the rain pierces the thirsty
bosom of the earth harassed by the great heat of summer
, And as arid and suffocated, it drinks, and nourishes the plants
Burned by the sun, displays vitality, childbirth, gladness,
Your image, fountain of dreams wrought by my thoughts,
Penetrates gently through all the pores
Of my soul soiled in the struggle of burning hatreds,
Of sad and silent moments, and of daily cares.
Like a heady perfume spread by tenderness
Which seizes the intoxicated and subjugated soul in its palace
And lulls it with memories and unspeakable dreams,
Immaterial arms ardently
embrace My exhausted thoughts and my dark meditations
When your eyes are reflected in the lake of love of my heart...
Come all, sail along with me!
Welcome aboard to a Pirate's Ship of World History
I’ll be your story teller, to you I will relay
All about the great buccaneer named, Sir Henry
Sir Henry Morgan was his complete name
Whose valiance had brought him huge wealth and fame
Plundering ships…. storming the Spanish Main
Doing his mission with no mercy…his fierceness’ flame!
This valiant Welsh Army showed his atrocity
Since the later time of sixteenth hundred century
Seizing Providencia, , Puerto Principe and other towns
Elected as admiral after conquering them all successfully.
Ruthless attacks went on… invading Spanish settlements
No fear at all, a notorious privateer of English men
Aiming Puerto Bello, a city with vast treasure that time
He took over 200,000 pieces of eight, such a glorious reign!
Gathering all men to his eleven-ship fleet
Deliberating Cartagena de Indias, their next hit
But his intoxicated men had accidentally ignited his ship
His fleet was reduced, Maracaibo was the next goal to defeat
‘Though he’d sometimes unlucky chances along the way
Storms, striking reefs, or captured ships….yet, no dismay
Epic voyage continued in large vessels with his unique tactics
Most Audacious Leader of Expedition: his West Indies’ Name Display
That was his most significant voyage from 1665 and beyond
Where he also sailed with greater fate at Cow Island
On 1670, he targeted Panama firing and burning its ground
And conquered the whole troops of Gov. Perez de Guzman
Sir Henry Morgan was a respectable man ‘til he died
For he did his mission for England’s sake, 'though he was tried
His immense contributions to Jamaica were remarkable
A dependable Hero in his power, one of the England’s Prides!
©2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Dec. 30, 2015 1.55pm
In the mystery of night, with stars flowing through the veins of the silent cosmos,
My thoughts dance in whispers on the edge of the abyss,
Like an incantation born from the ashes of forgotten time,
In the depths where dream and reality intertwine their essences.
Seeking in solitude a meaning that pulses in the evening’s shadows,
I find myself tied to an invisible thread, woven from hidden longings,
In the labyrinth of the heart, echoes of love and loss resound,
A ritual of light and darkness that carries me far away.
Under the moon’s secret glow, our souls melt into one voice,
Intoxicated by the perfume of eternity traveling through dreams,
Repetitions of desires, like the waves of the sea embracing the shore,
A hypnotic musicality guiding me toward infinites.
In every verse, a universe of sacred symbols unfolds,
The flower of life opens its petals in my longing-filled soul,
And in the silence between words, I find connections with the invisible,
Shadows of past ages telling tales of cosmic love.
Far from the world’s chaos, in the depths of my being, I find solace,
A dance of stars on the inner sky, like an endless search,
Learning to embrace solitude as an old friend,
Each moment a revelation, a spark from the eternal flame.
Thus, on the mystical path of longing, I lose and find myself,
In the flow of consciousness that runs like a subterranean river of emotions,
Embracing all that I am and all I will become,
A soul traveling through time and space, in search of divine meaning.
There's some urge in me that makes me want to dance. Dance the dizzying spin
of childhood again until I fall still, mimicking the lifeless on the grass and laugh
with the scent of dirt and air and life. No fear
of the unclean. Or the co-mingling scent of alcohol-laden
sweat or the lingering eyes of intoxicated men.
No music but the wind. This simple want is simple enough
to mend. So the un-doing must be my vice. But it's unwanted
and I'm thinking twice. What the heart wants is wild. Primal.
Behavior is not a spontaneous thing,
but a learned reaction. Like the fear of being seen
for too far gone and past the customary
stretch. I've been afraid. But nobody wins
without starting the race for the long-haul
even if it turns out to be a short spin. Nobody knows
and that's the thing
and the irony about what we know. If you want to taste the fruit
you might have to risk falling from the tree. It's the anecdote
of craving for the wild. And we all do.
So there's that cliche "passion for adventure".
I want to feed it what it craves and watch it spring up forbidden fruit
undeterred. Uncontrollable. Bloom into a raging obsession
that's dangerous. But it's a dangerous game,
and it's all about the novelty of a thing. That's how I know the game
is still wild. Right alongside our securities and self-inflicted
responsibilities that take front seat to the natural methods
we make to survive.
And there's suburban housewives,
and seven o'clock dinners
in the bigger houses for the biggest winners.
But we're never really cultured because culture's a lie.
We're just reprimanded too many times and the sameness
is weeded out through the television lines telling us stories
about the difference that coordinates the violence.
But people have to have their vices.
A way to let out the wild hoping for ways that appear tame,
if we give them a proper name just like our actions in the dark.
Or the things we want to do when nobody's watching,
and so we learn pretend games instead
until the feeling is dead.
Or expressed or repressed. And sometimes we joke about
the urges.
But it only gives the wild a different name.
Somethings can never change
If you love me thank you
It doesn't matter if you hate me
This is not my fault I tell you once again
I just can't change who I am for you
Even doe you hate me
Truly this is not my problem
Don't forget that I never chose to be born
In a world that refuse my growth
Denied me my mind
Intoxicated my environment
I never made a world of wars
I never invaded another man space
I just want to live my life peacefully
In a world full of pointing fingers
Accusers of my mistake
Blind to my humanity and good
Life is what it is when you are
In a world of corruption
I never instigated non
I was not in the tables of there rules
Am just a mere writer
You cant stop my pen to bleed
Despite you hate me yet
My pen will always bleed
Cos in this world
Somethings can never change