Long Life beauty Poems
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Golden park that turns to evening dim,
And the soft music of bird on a limb;
Rose garden, in the heat of a summer,
And blushing orchards in deep slumber!
Sateen moon dispels the evening gloom,
To show the beauty of a night abloom!
Noonday, shadows and the lover's touch,
Ballrooms, parties and dancing much!
Capricious rains that lash bent trees,
And scatters the lush, wild refugees.
Seasons defined by our nearest star,
Yet, season to season isn't very far.
Deep and mellow, the warm wave of time-
Barely savored youth, before the prime.
Inky nights with vivid destiny dance,
And all come alive each dawn's radiance!
Sweet as honey are borne precious moments,
So full of meaning and so full of portent,
Like sleeping beauty's very first kiss,
And like enchantment's very first bliss!
I can kick this off my bucket list
Finally, I have the ring
That satisfies my wildest dreams
He is, ultimately, my husband
The one who makes me smile
The heart who shares my life
The joy that always inspires
He is, at last, my heart’s hope
The one who gives me peace
Awakens my spirit to believe
Calms my worries and frees
He is, tentatively, the passion
Caressing my naked yearning
Arousing my sense of purpose
Creating in me, a light of faith
He is, completely, the one I need
To bring my life beauty and ease
Sensations of creativity that allow
Me to grow and develop sensitivity
He is the answer to my prayers
The one who shows me he cares
The breath that keeps me gasping
For the air that keeps my love flowing!
What have you kicked off your bucket list Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
November 8, 2020
Life is unique and different
As no fingerprint is the same
As no flower is same in design
They may have the same color
But varies in form and style.
Beauty is unique and different
Different race, different grace
Seasons affect its appearance
Fashion is beautiful in each culture taste
People's nice determine countenance.
Love is a unifying force on earth
It makes the people live in harmony
If there's love, there's God
It makes two steps synchronized
It connects two opposing poles steadily.
Career is the best source of economy
It boost country's internal copper
It develop ones skills and talents
It develops ones personality
It makes a country becomes rich.
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Rugged
Kansas prairie
Her hands rough with dawn tasks
His fingers trace Braille on table
Austere
Schoolhouse
ink and sweat smell
of small hands learning Braille~
a language pressed on waiting skin.
Alive.
Fifteen
Scrappy children
Clarabel, Dulce, John~
syllables hauled up* from the well
sweat, tears
Drought years
Calluses, sweat,
Stiff-backed, and obstinate
Heavy with weight of wheat and words
Courage.
At dusk,
they counted heads
and sang hymns of harvest~
Only thirteen grew tall as wheat.
Strength, faith
*hauled up from the well refers to both a physical action of rescue as well a metaphorical expression of support or accountability.
God, as I close my eyes and pray to You,
I ask You for an important thing to do:
Please, let my daughter grow up strong;
Let her be safe and away from wrong;
Let her laugh, let her play, and let her run;
Let her find her moments in the sun;
Let her know joy and be filled with glee;
Let her see the pride that abounds in me;
Let her know You and answer Your call;
Let her not from Your graces fall;
Let her grow in love and peace;
Let her zest for life never cease;
Let her beauty shine inside and out;
Let her discover what life is all about;
Let her find love and share in its desire;
Let her have children to share and admire;
Let her find happiness in all that's around;
Let her laughter be her one true sound;
Let her serve well with all her charms;
Let her seek comfort in Your caring arms;
Let her find beauty in all that life offers;
Let her be blessed with overfilled coffers;
Let her grow old in a very graceful manner;
Let her children carry on the family banner;
Let her life be an example of Your true love;
And let her fly away on the wings of a dove.
For "Collaborating In the clouds....." contest sponsored by Poet ~ Destroyer.
Written By: George Aul
The sound of a clear Blackbird call
Echoed through the trees and over the fields making me stop and fall
Upon my knees his song followed on and on
An angelic sound of music ‘twas the Blackbird song
I cried tears and tears listening on and on
The sounds of pure, crystal life; beauty found in this world of war where the madness of men goes on and on
Through the smokey mist I could not see this beauty sing
To me there was never on earth a more wonderful thing
After days and nights of bullets, screaming, tears and bombs
Hearing the crying fields through the restless nights as death lingers on and on
Knowing for poor souls out there who’ll never make it back
Dying afraid and alone; dying on their backs
In my trench I wait for the next whistle call
I see in the eyes of men that their souls are due to fall
The rumbling war in the distance sings a dinging, disturbing song
Down the lines of trench as fighting begins and goes on and on
I find myself waiting for fate to play it’s hand
When the whistle calls I struggle to find courage to again enter no-mans land
I find myself waiting for the sounds of the Blackbird song.........
Through tears I find some beauty in war listening to this dead mans’ song
I see Beauty all around me
It is in the wonder of fields of golden grain,
Gently swaying to the rhythm of an embracing breeze,
It is in the happy bird song on a clear spring morning,
In sparkling diamonds clinging to soft dewy grass.
Beauty is in a meadow of wildflowers in full bloom,
And you will discover it in the slow flowing, dancing creek.
It is in the glory of fiery fall foliage,
And it lives in the shimmering, descending snow.
There is beauty in the soft stillness of a calm night,
And in the silvery shimmer of magic moonlight.
It radiates in a brilliant sunrise
And it rides the swell of the majestic tide.
But without you, I would be lost,
All this beauty would be meaningless.
You make my sun rise, and my nights glow,
Your touch warms my heart and wakes my soul,
You give my life beauty.
Bridget Aubrey
Often when I see people die every hour
I know then am waiting for darkness' power
The end, to eternally end without a trace;
Death a startling occurrence in action so apace
For when he without appointment appears
He never informs even the father he endears-
Does not even report to his creator Satan;
He is an entity within the soul of a man,
Ingrained deep in the human body
So as without him there would be no life beauty:
A man is born with one soul of lives and deaths,
The pure justification of all low natural breaths
Should have definite limit of existence
So often when I see people stripped of subsistence
I hope I can live a little bit longer-
That every day of life I will be waiting ever-
To achieve what I desire before my end
Ere my neck is struck by death to bend.
17/03/09; 'lives and deaths' :I believe every person leads his or her own life and meets his
or her unique death.
In sky called life beauty shined bright,
where butterfly flew free,
weaving the lattice of delight,
flowers bloomed charm for me.
My volatile mind wandered in a trance,
drifted in the draft of its dreaming wings,
floated toward the sunburst horizon,
made a fresco of formless fantasy.
The dawn splashed the spectrum of bliss.
As I was set to fly,
the realm of rapture I didn’t miss,
didn’t see storm clouds in sky.
Splintered by the flicker of twilight,
my sky fell in the vortex of spasm
with my crushed dreams in the abyss.
In its darkness I lost my path.
The garden turned to dry debris.
As the buds sagged in vine
storm clasped the petals to carry.
Butterfly lost wings’ shine.
I can recall another lifetime, one where I could fly
Gazing down upon the earth, moonlight glinting in my eye
A king among the stars with a piercing call that could terrify
I was once a mighty falcon, a raptor of the sky
Soaring majestically brought exhilarating thrills
Cruising deep valleys and magnificent hills
Preparation for the hunt was how I honed my skills
The sweat and toil all worthwhile when the blood finally spills
I patiently stalked my prize below; death was now en route
My mind made up instantly, my focus absolute
Diving at breakneck speed was my key attribute
Blazing through the clouds, the Reaper’s in hot pursuit
The thrill of the hunt, an innate yearning since ancient Babylon
My prey chirped sweet melodies until he was sprung upon
I clasped him tightly within my powerful talon
His life force swiftly dispatched as his soul journeyed to Avalon
Moments after my car crash, I was overcome with visions so clear
Echoes of a life I lived before I ended up here
Memories flooded back, and down my cheek rolled a welcome tear
For this alternate existence, I once held so dear
A past life as a falcon engulfed my human brain
Vast skies were my territory, my conquered domain
I embraced the rasping wind and a deluge of torrential rain
This incredible revelation has numbed all my agonising pain
I was once quite different from the man that lies here now
I've awoken from this human dream, and I just can’t comprehend how
Fortunately, my injuries are just too severe, so it’s time to take a bow
As I long to return to those blue skies once more, that’s my dying vow