Long Life nature Poems
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I learn from you, dear garden, wisdom vivacious,
You are a vast archive, that makes my life gracious;
You give feast to my sensory organs and mind,
Your means of living and letting live, makes me kind...!
I, often, feel sad, seeing your seed planted, dead,
But, soon wonder in awe, when it raises its head;
When I, in manual work, get mix with you well,
You, in silent secret, vitalize my life-cell...!
Your rainbow-tinted bubbly blossoms, bloom my joy,
Your smile-filled serene scenes, I cheerfully enjoy;
Raring you and caring for you make me younger,
Faith and hope brim-fill my pitcher of life, fuller...!
Planting you, I see my future with optimism,
For, innate in you is, unending altruism;
Amidst your fragrant flowers, weeds too grow sporty,
It's, indeed, orchestration of nature's beauty...!
Your coffers of bounty never find emptiness;
No creature goes hungry, having sought your kindness,
Life you live for others, dying you resurrect,
Body and soul for all; with no color and sect...!
Thoughts of liveliness; religion of godliness,
Existential baseness; wisdom flow in fullness;
In the endless canvas of life, virtues you paint,
Whole in ethics and morals; you're a living saint...!
13 March 2022
Garden Inspirations Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
It's the essence of what we're made of.
It's right beneath us as we walk.
It's what the Creator used from up above---
to make "the walking colours that talk".
The essence of movement that kisses your face.
It can push the sea and move the trees.
Sweat on a hot day can be erased.
Breeze that's felt with grace and ease.
The burning flames put out heat.
The colours are brilliant and bright.
It's used outside when you need something to eat.
It also brings dark things to light.
It's the only thing that can quench your thirst.
It's the one thing that connects all life.
If you don't receive this you might just burst.
A lack of this clear liquid can even create strife.
We need all these elements to make the world go round.
They are the essence of creation and what makes the world sound.
It was the golden hour,
When he'd started afoot,
Through the long rows of maize,
Down the dirty red road.
It was when the winds blew south,
And the days were a little longer,
That he lifted his belongings of two,
And followed his broken compass.
It was when the ferryman hit the shore,
And the vendor sold the last of his little dolls,
He hummed the song of farewell,
And let his ragged slippers dig into the soil.
It was when the pyre had just cooled down,
And the lingering scent was still afresh back home,
Did he find his refuge in the homelessness,
When he found a home in all of nature around.
S ilence fills the air hanging on the limbs of night.
N uances of gray fall into rivers of purple dark.
O nly the crackle of ice and fallen limbs prevail.
W onderous is the falling of the snow
Silence has a ring, a resonace, drawing sleep askance,
filling the air with white noise and the hollows with night,
hanging on the limbs iciciles form sculptural lollies.
Of night we speak and the snow that blesses the ground
Nuances of gray wrap the forest like the mufflers of children,
fall gently into rivers and dells of fantasy where fairies dwell,
of purple-dark the royal dream, the snowfalls deeply tranced.
Only the crackle of ice speaks to the glow of moonbeams.
And, fallen limbs brace to hide the rabbits and the wrens,
prevailing ever against the wonderous weight of snow.
Is the falling a fearsome plight to be shunned no to be sought ..
of the snow, the snow..well, for in its beauty are we all caught.
A good wish often changes nothing
however a good decision generally changes
most everything
But not all decision are good even though they may
seem to be- did you know you are being followed by a bee?
A good decision is right but to know if a plan is
a good one takes more than twelve to two hundred
and eighty eight hours- hasty decisions tend to have
bad results so behave and clear up whatever is on your
mind: you just might end up making a better decision than
the one you had in mind
The rain forest mists
Drift in their time
Leaving moisture so pure
On nature sublime
In collective gather
On the canopies of green
As i walk through these mists
All around me scene
I stand there and listen
To natures sounds
Howlers and Toucans
In communication abound
My hands brush a leaf
And there's a scurry of legs
Like neighbourhood chaos
In books i have read
I close my eyes for a moment
A brief in my time
But when nightfall beckons
This is their prime
Through the rain forest mists
I am privileged to see
These wondrous creatures
No pressure, so free
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For my artisan mind sees the majesty in my horizon’s fate
painted with tangerine and medallion hues that outshine.
My brilliant heart that aligns with constellations do create
a genuine essence and pure soul that are radiantly divine.
My intellect and insight entwine; for I am the perfect design.
God made me kind and full of heartwarming deep affection,
He never ceases to believe in me when no faith remains.
With my family I share a rare bond and perpetual connection,
and my adoration for their love and hope always sustains.
I am but a woman longing for a crimson horizon after it rains.
For life has given me an eventide of grace every single day.
I am full of gratitude and appreciation for life’s tenderness.
When everything in my existence feels it is lost in disarray
I seem to be awakened by the glory of heaven’s sweet abyss.
I take my canvas and paint my horizon happy with fond bliss.
Dealers Choice Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
September 3, 2018
Sky looks, at this eventide, like an ocean of rainbows.
Has the almighty sprinkled his bright-dark contract of his sum aggregation of the entirety of everything and caboodle of his wholeness thickly on this evening canvas?
Birds fly beneath the skies like black jets with red-moon shine.
Are dust and broken pieces of the heavenly rainbows spread over hills and valleys? Grass clusters and meadows of multiple bouquet blossoms seem to say amen to the almighty moving and dwelling within the gentle breeze that carries him over mountains, seas, and oceans.
Herders walk their herds back to their byres and feed them with fodder and quench their thirst with feed-mixed tonic water.
Cocks and hens have entered their coops and have started closing their eyes as though in Zen meditation.
Hustles and bustles of the huts and corteges rise and fall like low and high pitches of harmonious concerts and slowly come to an end as kids start dosing their eyes and stop crying.
With my close-knit small family, I relish and nourish the simple supper prepared by million hands from the east, west, north, and south of my nation and brought to my table by the agape-filled affection of my family bond.
My heart enters in its inner shrines of conscience and consciousness and gently unites with the eternal spirit dwelling therein and lay on the laps of lady night with a loving lullaby of Pasithea, Huina, Nyx, and Nidra Devi, the goddesses of sleep.
cherubim movements
spirits, saints, and angels sail
peace in pinnacle
River Line
A creek has no commemoration
River of life, river of living
Inner beauty shines through the clear flow
Vast waves clashing away obstacles
Earth arcane creation God has made
Relax to the sounds of triumphal hymn
Shameless reflection no transgression
Beautiful bayou that flows sin downstream
Even fear fades through the muddy rapid
A praise as the waves craves the blessed land
Unweeded bright blue shores frames-I do’s
Translate sounds to the heaven halos
Yet! The river’s filled with remembrance
The passage through life is like an unchartered river leading to the sea.
The uncertainty of the flow is always something that’s real
You may move very fast or hardly move at all.
You may traverse a wild current or get caught in its swirl
Nature plays this game when we think we can deal
Nature plays its game and doesn’t care when we reel.
Perhaps the key to happiness is found in the balance of the flow?
We are strong in the world but do we listen to the world when nature says no?
Perhaps we need to stop dead still and look at where we are?
Perhaps nature’s watching and judging our moves and thinks we’ve gone too far?
Do we realise that to the world we are just animals here in time?
A virus that mutates in the world is as natural has the Moon in the sky.
A pandemic that can stop the flow of life in the blink of an eye!
Do we realise that nature may be less forgiving next time?