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Lost Together

Lost together 

Take my hand we’ll stroll along
this winding way to somewhere far

Through evergreens, warm summer winds
with cricket songs and shooting stars

On down a path of jasmine vine
in moon beam light and fragrance sweet

We follow each desire known
and destinies ahead to meet

Two silhouettes, a quiet night
in footprints left on sandy shores

Around the bend, down every lane,
you by my side, I need not more

Until we reach the mountain top,
where echoes flow of wishes tossed

And we shall shout to all the world
within our love, we two are lost . . . together

Good night Soupers
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Anytime is Tea Time

This morn I woke to a gloomy dawn; a cold rainy day
Off to the kitchen to find comfort in a cuppy Earl Grey
An anytime drink that warmly soothes the inside of me.
To calm anxiety, I often enjoy relaxing chamomile tea.

I smile at the aroma of Orange-Pekoe's rising steam,
with a hint of citrus zest, and a dollop of sweet cream.
Sometimes, I use raw honey instead of both of those,
if I brew tea made from fresh or dried hips of a rose.

Appealing is the amber liquid of Jasmine tea to taste.
Not a single drop of treasured tea ever goes to waste.
If the rain stops, I'll have another cup this afternoon,
in the shade of my garden since it's the month of June.

I don't dunk anything with crumbs into my teacup.
I prefer sipping Hibiscus tea in complete tranquility.
Perhaps, a biscuit or a scone if it's served on the side,
for having things float in my Chai... I cannot abide.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Unassailable Purity

I am not an angel, I know; I am a frail being.
Feeble, frangible, brittle, and breakable; self-fleeing
Like a glass or like a bone china vessel, breakable
Weakness has taken hold of me with strength unshakable
A tinge of innocence, yet, embedded by the divine
Is still sticking into the cores of my inner shrine...

Like an age-old yew surviving any weird wild weather
With leaves and fruits resembling rainbow-hued peacock feather
Like an antique rock holding itself tight under the earth
From the moment, as a pebble, it had taken its birth
This pristine purity sticks to me like a chroma.
Of a florally farm-fresh, inerasable aroma...

My thoughts, words, and deeds flow from this flawless, crystal-clear stream.
In forms of love and truth in day-to-day life, this does gleam.
Jasmine! Lavender! Pure white tulip, lotus, or lily
Nothing could ever comprehend this purity fully
I wear it. This wears me, rather. This is my existence.
Without this gem nothing in this wide world makes any sense...
Form: Rhyme

A Gift From Saint Valentine

Rose and jasmine may loose their

                        charm and enchanting fragrance

                         Honey may taste sour and bitter

                          Even season's sugarcane may
                         
                          go dry and juiceless

                           But oh, my sweetheart

                           I know you 'll remain

                            my love of charm and virtues

                            And of unfathomable affection

                            A true gift to me for life

                             From St.Valentine!

Life Is a Tour, a Bit Bitter, Mostly Sweet

The time comes and time passes by
Mostly dry leaves sometimes flowers 
Your letters have grown fewer
Puppies I do like they are shy

Life in time are bubbles of days
Nights too, they're predominant
Football cricket movie office
Pursuits for some jasmine fragrant

A breeze came up that day while I 
Was busy in looking for outstanding roses
Look there at the garden that was
That was a desert, the wind said

No, no, my superego said
Pointing at the cured depressed
I just held her hand in her blues
Lent my ear to sounds of her breasts


Now came the ripples on the shore
It's the  expression of the truth
of life, murmurs of water said
A bird whistled, yes, it's the core


She came, put up a while, set out
What is life, just a joy trip
If you can leave a small garden
What more meaning you can call for

You come, put up a while, set out
Life is a tour, a bit bitter, mostly sweet
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May 26, 2019
The Meaning of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:Chantelle Anne Cooke


James

Looking into your eyes as
 my fingertips trail across your skin.
If I was ever more content,
 I surely don't know when.

Your hair soft and smelling of jasmine,
 blonde curls brush your face.
You roll over and wrap me in your arms, 
 I feel at peace in your embrace.

I open my eyes and I'm all alone.
 Your side of the bed, empty and cold.
Tears threaten to spill over
 when I realize you're not here to hold. 

I want you here with me, 
 Damn you for leaving my life in such haste.
I miss your touch along my skin, 
 your kiss so sweet, I still taste.

Your eyes so dark blue
 they resemble a sapphire jewel.
To think I could keep those treasures
 for myself, what a fool.

I can't take back all those 
 horrible things I did and said.
There have been many days I've
 wished I'd have left you instead.

I keep going over it all in my mind.
 And it just doesn't seem fair.
A life stolen for drugs by 
 an addict who didn't care.

The fact that he is your brother
 was the worst of it all.
I see just how far crack-cocaine
 can make a person fall.

I'll never forget you and
 I'll love you until my very last breath.
And as long as I live
 I'll never be over your death.
Form: Rhyme

Night Jasmine

The night was calm and breezes free,
A silken gown wore the trees,
The night walked with divine beauty,
Firmament had an utopic shine.
A gift of nature was her voice,
Dazzled like a polestar with platinum poise,
A treble of heaven played by God,
The night was calm and breezes free.
Her sanctity was a dove of Venus,
Her music crafted an art of genius,
For thousands slept a sleep of heaven,
When the night was calm and breezes free.
What joy it gave has little claim,
The appollian treasure I had attained,
My vacant heart as a wandering bee,
Desparate for that honey of glee,
When the night was calm and breezes free.
Form: Rhyme

And We Are Happy

“And we are happy”    

Draped in dreams of liquid tides
Shallow waters cool the breeze
Toes drenched of vast believing
From grassy banks, soft and pure
Ripples of time pass slowly
Blue sky desires paint our thoughts
Soothing sunlight sparkles
Glistening on the surface
A butterfly lands on your shoulder
Attracted by the daisy in your hair
Happiness touches softly
As you brush its tiny wings
It flutters…as does your beauty

“And you are happy”
  
Your smile enchants me
Mint mocha eyes reflect
Skin glowing iridescent
In warmth felt deeply
Beneath this shade tree
I imagine us…always
Sweet lips beckon
Aromatic Jasmine scent
Tingles my senses
Euphoria in this wildflower meadow
Harmonic blooms sway melodically
Nature’s symphonic movements
And as we kiss…my heart sings

“And I am happy” 

We follow an evergreen shrouded path
Sweet pine on feathered branches
Swaying shadows mingle  
Hand in hand we stroll
Lost in each other
Meandering through life’s beauty
Drinking the sunset
In open field wonders
Salmon and grapefruit horizon
Vertical splendor
Breathing twilight’s affection
Escaping the confines of reality
Grasping love…to never let go

“And we are happy” 



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Premium Member The Void In My Heart

my hands hang heavy and useless by my side
     fingers that stroked your thick white fur feel lost
                       i burst into bolts of tears 
                      they fall into the lifeless void
               where you sat and kept me company

                  the silence smacks me hard 
                i want to hear your happy pants
          memories flood over me til i’m drowning inside
          i long to see your devoted face and loving eyes
             to relive those happy, carefree moments 

       but the deafening void clings to me mercilessly 
            backyard trees droop sadly to the ground 
 the yard is empty without your paws patrolling the paths 


           i cannot hear the birds chirping in the trees
    i cannot see the butterflies meandering in the garden 
           i cannot smell the sweetness of the jasmine 
                for the void is too vast and too deep

 one cannot stop the waves from crashing into the shore. 










8/3/2021

Every Now and Then I Come To You

Every now and then

I come to you

 A climbing jasmine

through the window

of your heart

a perfumed smile 

'neath cashmere sheets

a sweetened scent

in waking thoughts

an empty porch

with swinging dreams

Every now and then

I come to you

a hush-hushed whisper

on a  restless night

a drop of sunshine

on winter lips

a tender touch

upon bare-shoulder

a yearning moment

in ardent kiss

Every now and then

I come to you

a melting snowflake

upon your lash

a silent breeze

tickling your cheek

soft gentle wind
 
behind your ear

a vivid memory

a vision gone

a lingered breath

which once was here


Every now and then

you come to me

yes, you come to me

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