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While on my walk this morning…as I navigated the terrain…a raindrop fell upon my shoulder and I thought…how love is a lot like getting caught out in the rain.
You’re walking along…minding your own business…just like every other day…when you feel that first raindrop…you’re taken aback…and you try brushing it away.
Then the next raindrop hits and then another…you’re confused…you begin to fret…you were just out walking…you weren’t ready to get wet.
But as more and more raindrops keep falling you realize…you have less to lose and more to gain…so you stop fighting with your feelings and you give in to the rain.
And when you do…when you allow the rain to soak into ever crevice…every pore…you smile and you dance more than you’ve ever smiled or danced before.
And you think…it was only a short while ago…you tried to brush away that drop…but now…wherever you are walking…you don’t want the rain to stop.
And as it becomes a little easier to enjoy life’s blessings and to endure its aches and pains…you realize how lucky you were…to get caught out in the rain.
Joy smiles warmly and dances with delight
Casting out shadows that come after midnight
Creating intimate feelings that awaken normally
With delight, joy dances and smiles warmly
Inspiration colors my life with hues of amber
It is with great hope that I continue to clamber
Knowing that, with time, I will leave all strife
With hues of amber, inspiration colors my life
Whispers of love touch my spirit with sensitivity
Assuring me that I have all I could hope in positivity
Reminding me that I have no need in life to fear it
With sensitivity, whispers of love touch my spirit
Faith, hope and love are united to lead my heart
Giving me wisdom enough to ensure a good part
Reaching up to the One who sees down from above
United to lead my heart are faith, hope and love
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Written and Posted on June 5, 2020
There are hues of light discovered in the heart
Inspirations that delight and thrive with insight
Miracles coloring the soul with kindness as a part
Awakening the world to joys enlivening the night
Inspirations that delight and thrive with insight
Blessings arrive in laughter, smiling from the eyes
Awakening the world to joys enlivening the night
Our souls yearn and hope for heaven, our prize
Blessings arrive in laughter, smiling from the eyes
Miracles coloring the soul with kindness as a part
Our souls yearn and hope for heaven, our prize
There are hues of light discovered in the heart
Love leaves a light glowing softly
Inside the heart that it touches
A light that is especially Godly
Never so assured that it judges
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Love leaves an insight into happiness
Fills the anxious heart to overflowing
Makes ugliness seem like prettiness
Helps the heart to continue growing
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Love leaves the seasons filled with intimacy
A sense of purpose and pure sentimentality
No one could imagine it be taken so literally
Or that love like this would have such finality
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Love leaves the wonders of a heart open wide
Creates assured faith in the joy that is to come
Welcoming peace and hope to come inside
She awakens the heart to surprises for some
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Love leaves the aches of yearning for another
When that other has gone or can’t be discovered
It is a love so strong, as if for a true brother
Thankfully, in time, love leaves the heart recovered
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Love leaves a desire that ignites the very soul
With a fire of delight that God sends to uphold
It welcomes the power that makes it feel whole
And it’s worth so much more than solid gold
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Love leaves a fierce heart with a craving for more
Because what God inspires always yearns for sure
It reaches inside the heart and touches the very core
Knowing that God has sent a love that is mature
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Love longs for a way to give back to another
The pure and glowing flame of its excitement
It is a flow of love that won’t ever smother
And its passion is more precious than a diamond
I'm making Love with my Hat on
No whips No chains No guns
Just having fun you see,
without using ****
just not me
Please come early to my bed
Let's spice it up, and not be dead
Relax, and enjoy the special view
When I'm naked in my hat, that's your Que.
Time to stick to me just like glue
Warning love is coming through
I'm making Love with my Hat on
No whips No chains or guns
let's enjoy life and live in the moment
when you touch my body, please own it.
Your wish is my every command
No need to make demands.
I’m making love with my hat on
No whips no chains no guns
Loosen up and let’s have fun
Get your hat to, you see
Get close to your baby me
Enjoying this ecstasy
I'm making Love with my Hat on
No whips No chains No guns
When my hat falls, please don't stop
Just keep your sexy body rock,
Only you can make my body pop
All I can say, I’m on lock
I’m making love with my hat on!!!!
There is silence in turmoil… joy in the midst of pain
Sweetness in the bitter… music in the rain
There is light in darkness… illuminated faith shines
Hues of colorful sighs… insights into the signs
There is beauty in unsightliness… kindness in the lost hope
Gentle warmth in a chill… that leaves a way to cope
There is laughter in the sorrow… mirth in the grim
Even though there is mourning… that leaves the eye dim
There is a whisper of inspiration… soothing away the cry
Allowing a tear to pierce the heart… mute the brightest sky
There is grace in the loathing… even hatred brings insight
Precious moments of understanding… can bring pure delight
There is goodness in the shame… for it means a heart is contrite
No dishonor in remorse… even disgrace is brighter in the moonlight
There is warmth in the winter… even though ice chills the bones
Fires breathe tenderness… to those who won’t throw stones
There is caring in the selfish… when they mend their greed
Welcoming the attention… of those who are selfless indeed
There is love in the callous… even a hard heart can be thawed
When there is the compassion… to give mercy we should applaud
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
July 21, 2022
Whenever,
my childhood memories,
take me home,
I will never be alone.
I go back,
to when I was small,
in grandfather's backyard,
with a ball.
A tree house as tall as the sky,
he built for me,
amongst the birds,
In an aspen up high.
In the shadow of moon's light,
I placed fireflies inside a jar,
to light the night,
beneath God's stars.
All the birds amongst the trees,
I did not hear,
a single peep,
they had all fallen fast asleep.
Beneath the moon,
I drifted away,
whilst counting the horns,
on some dancing sheep.
I would awake,
to another blue sky,
the birds were all singing,
As my eyes opened wide.
I loved to swing,
all day long,
while helping the birds,
write their songs.
So beautiful and free,
were the sounds,
never did,
they sing off key.
I remember the sweet smell,
on my puppies breath,
her warm tongue,
it tickled me, almost to death.
The branches that,
she loved to fetch,
they all fell,
from my beautiful tree.
A big red balloon,
that I let go amongst the trees,
I chased it down,
and scraped my knees.
Grandmother kissed my wounds and excuses,
and said "oh dear',"
"my sweet child you've nothing to fear,
for life is full of scrapes and bruises.
"The ones that heal,
will come from the heart,
they are the ones,
that one so chooses."
I learned so much from my grandmother's words,
as I grew up my pain affords,
for the sake of,
life's sharpened sword.
I still hear her encouraging words,
in all the birds among the trees,
whenever something goes wrong,
I hear birds singing Grandmother's song.
And like her heart,
that was never cruel,
aren't the trees,
sounding nice and full?
A huge part of life whilst growng up
large part of lfe, right from a bairn,
i was fragile,like fine bone china tea cup
but i put on a front and wouldn`t learn
That i was in most ways differant from you
looking back now,you had it so hard
i probably had no idea, not a clue
the extent of things, that were on your cards
My friend,your life has been mapped out
your angel in the sky will be looking down
of how you you have coped and no doubt
the extent that you`ve dealt with not a frown
Life stays still for no man, neither woman
you came through the test with flying colour
you have a grandchild to prove, maybe more coming
and now all good things, i hope will follow
Wrote with heartfelt love inspiration
Sonsor Dedicated to my best friend D.J.Allison
michael hornschuch..
Contest
Ode to a friend
When a man loves like you, they see beyond the surface,
Beyond the physical appearance, the external facade.
They see the soul, the heart, the beauty within,
A love that transcends the fleeting nature of skin.
If they like what they see on you, it's just a disguise,
For a love that's shallow, and a heart that compromises.
But when the beauty fades, and the body shape changes too,
Their love will wane, and their hearts will pursue.
But a man who loves, loves with every fiber of his being,
He loves the unseen and the seen, the soul and the heart's keeping.
He cherishes the essence, the spirit, and the might,
A love that's not conditional, not based on sight.
A woman's worth is not measured by her physical frame,
Nor is her value determined by the wealth she can claim.
A woman who can be bought is not worth having, it's true,
For love that's genuine, can't be purchased, it's something we do.
Don't get into a relationship for material gain,
For that's not love, that's just a selfish game.
A relationship is what you build, what you invest,
With every tear, every laugh, every moment you've shared and blessed.
Cherish it, nurture it, and never compare,
For every love story is unique, and none is rare.
Put God in it, and let His love be the guide,
Accept the ups and downs, and let your love abide.
Respect the boundaries, and honor each other's space,
For love that's true, respects the heart's sacred place.
So don't settle for less, don't compromise your soul,
For love that's real, will make you whole.
In the end, it's not about the physical sight,
But about the love that shines, like a beacon in the night.
So hold dear to your heart, the one who loves you true,
And cherish every moment, with a love that shines through.
"melliflous birds are still cooing in the forest of my amber dreams " (by poet)
a gift from my father - on the first day of college,
"Golden Treasury"...A book of poetry...
the first poem I read... "She Walks In Beauty".
I carried that book throughout my life, even when I stopped reading poems...
even when poetry wasn't the priority any more,
Instead I looked at recipe-books - how to improve my culinary skills,
and became almost a champion chef in a few months.
Wordsworth and Browning were far away from my thoughts,
Coleridge? Oh No! Porphyria's Lover, and Ancient Mariner...
did not exist in my world of reality!
how many glorious summers went by ~ how many frosty winters ~
Delicious food, excellent company,
chasing after active children, stressing about job-opportunities,
exotic travels, grandiose entertainment ...
had time for every little trivial thing in the world...but no time for
the book my father imagined his daughter would embrace the most!
then one miraculous day...when even my father gradually forgot
the girl who used to blossom in the world of words, and poetry....
I found my precious friend collecting dust,
neglected, discarded, in the corner of a shelf.. couldn't believe it was waiting for me with a beating heart ~
each and every page came alive with a magical touch ~
still my name clearly visible, handwritten with my father's calligraphic dexterity !
almost shaking to spot my long-lost treasure, I cried!
overwhelmed with emotions, tears fell!
as if a candle burnt and melted.
every drop of tears brought back the lavender memories ~
of an exhilarating past... my passions, my yearnings,
tender dreams of lilac hues never attained, the abandoned path I was supposed to tread ...
a path strewn with lyrics and verses, ballads and
sonnets like blazing auburn leaves of autumn ~
now shockingly empty and despairingly barren.
the forgotten aspirations and never-met goals...the tremendous sense of loss,
of crushing heart-break, of torturous frustration,
all flooded in!
many lonely years have gone by!
melliflous birds are still cooing in the forest of my amber dreams
ultimately my first love has returned !
First Place
May 15, 2021
Inspired by “ He gave her a book” contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose