Long Love nature Poems
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The petrichor of fallen leaves
and coldness of the sun that grieves.
The lovers’ laughter in the wind.
Their purity shows they haven’t sinned.
Their faces pinched and full of life,
no thought of making her his wife.
Trees they groan, especially pine,
wild with shivers, right up their spine.
Prickly cones, a harbinger of,
a coming season fraught with love.
For now their gratitudes in place —
not cut down, brought to human’s space.
Wild turkeys, without guns, on run.
The hunters’ bullets, hide their sun,
unashamed of their livelihood.
Wasted and basted, butt’ry good.
Strung up on platter, good and puffed,
End of dinner, man and child stuffed.
10/29/2020
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miraculous ruby sunrise at dawn,
gossamer twilight mauve sunset -
scintillating stars at midnight sky ..
moments of divine awe,
playful creepers on the fence,
vermillion rose-bush in the garden ...
dew drops on lotus leaves ...
an almost-forgotten poignant song from the past ..
reverberates.
precious faces treasured and engraved in bosom for time eternal -
emerge noiseless when I close my eyelids,
my father’s handsome lined face with pouring love ~
waving me back at our last meet ...
my mother’s kind eyes, calm and serene ~
praying ardently for everyone she knew and she did not !
sweetest friends from childhood ~
playing hide-and-seek, floating paper boats on a rainy day...
angelic children I taught ~ eyes glittered...
faces lightened up when I am with them ~
found love incomparable...
a magical love spreads its radiant hue,
lingers in the innermost corner of my heart,
symbolizing the endlessness of feelings,
A childhood which was the source of all love ...
evokes, in all my senses ...
unfathomable emotions...
When fate decides to bring you love sent on scented air,
you'll hold in your palm the whitest bouquet of clover
as the faithful glances in these enamored
eyes we'll remain as they are today to last and endure;
we may fall out of love and regret what wasn't there,
but which other promise has the strongest bond?
Ignore the sympathetic smiles around us, don't stare
at the prettiest roses taken from the sunniest garden;
let's reflect over our life: what's to come and what we'll become after,
we must love each other and live in full devotion until the very end.
We walk down an isle flanked by family and friends,
and their happiness mingles with ours as they sense
the strongest bond in a proud man and a happy woman so thrilled and surprised,
then we smile back at them and thank them for having come as they had promised.
Away from the cheerful crowd, we kiss in a orchard of lilacs,
they are purple and blue with gleams of light on their petals;
I pluck some and put them in your gentle hands and you gladly accept them
while your vivid imagination paints a rainbow above to appease your whim.
where the pipeline meets the lake
spewing sewage in its wake
several snowdrops grow and help to paint God’s earth
and as acid rains from clouds
upon the litter strewn by crowds
lines of daffodils speak more than words are worth.
next to piles of household waste
tipped by those who fly in haste
there are bluebells growing wild on urban floors
and as plumes of factory smoke
suffocate disperse and choke
there are birds migrating to these hallowed shores.
where graffiti daubs the wall
of society’s wrecking ball
there’s a patch where tulips dance beneath our sky
and as shards of broken glass
lie in pieces on the grass
two young lovers holding hands walk slowly by.
I see the sunrise in the eastern sky,
its morning rays caressing clouds of pink
as freshness in the air says Spring is nigh.
I hear the mockingbirds, their trills in sync,
as notes caress this April morn so fair
while calling for a mate with which to link.
I smell the scent of jasmine in the air,
and thoughts of love begin to fill my mind
while strolling on this morn without a care.
I taste the sweetness which I long to find,
like honeysuckle kisses that adorn,
this April day that nature has designed.
I feel the tender moment of this morn
that only springtime’s essence can impart
as souls refresh and all of life reborn.
Sensations served by nature a-la-carte
as senses of this season fill my heart.
April 23, 2020
Beautiful and loveable one,
you've vanished into nothing
and left me hanging
with a question in mind:
could I ever find someone...
who's witty and kind?
I am going, like a merry-go-around,
from one lover to the other...just giving
love to anyone who's able to bring
some passion and feeling!
I'd rather go back in time today,
and relive those moments again...
the ones that can take this pain away,
to make me remember the warm rain
coming down.. when spring
gave us another song to sing!
I am going ,like a-merry-go-around,
from one lover to the other... hoping
that on the other side someone is waiting!
I have kissed others with selfish eyes
and simply realized what was missing:
you were unique in everything,
filled me up with joy and surprise...
making me discover another world!
My long nights are as cold
as these smooth satin sheets...
I'll find a better reason to believe
that I can close these eyes tonight and dream!
And if years don't turn into days, I'll wait...
until I have stopped going
from one lover to the other,
and wasted what you adore!
The sooner you realize my endless need,
the faster I will stop running wild and breath!
I stood on a gigantic branch that hangs over the great big ocean
that spans across the depth and width of this earth and stretched forth my
hands. I reached towards the heavens and cried out to the almighty
God to save his people from the terrible wrath to come.
It was not a cry for vengeance; it wasn’t a cry of pain,
It wasn’t a cry of bitterness or anger, but a cry for pardon
and mercy that sank deep within my guts,
resonate throughout mountains, valleys
and plains then filtering into thin air.
Series of cries rushes through the leaves;
They evaporate in the atmosphere and filled the clouds with rain.
I could hear voices thundering in the ocean,
Beating and riding upon choppy waves.
Voices of the young and old rushes through the air
Voices of the motherless and fatherless, triggered desperation
Voices of starving widows weep for compassion
Voices of strangers and wounded warrior crying out for help.
I could not see them, I could not touch them but I could hear them.
I walked towards the last pinnacle on the branch,
And remained silent while staring at the clear blue sky,
when suddenly I felt empowered by a strong presence that stood beside me.
It held me by my hand and took me across the great big ocean and seated me upon a rock .
It pointed in four directions, and cried out in a loud voice.
Then places its hands upon my head and said
“child I have seen what they have done, and I have heard your cry,"
you are under my covering and no harm will ever come to you.
From now on you shall be my head, and you must go wherever I send you.
You will take my message of mercy and forgiveness to the four corners of the globe.
Those who persist in their evil ways will perish in their own wrath,
but those who will repent of their evil ways will be granted pardon and mercy.
It took me back to the tree and cut all the branches,
the only branch that remained was the one we stood on and hangs over the ocean.
It says pardon and mercy cry out in the deep,go and see to it my dear.
It places a book and gold pen in my hand then disappeared.
©2014 Christine Phillips
And golden is God's melody that soars
placed within the hearts of faith it roars
cascades from heaven upon these earthly shores
that to True Love you may open up your doors
True Love will never harm or to you lie
but with honor and be faithful till you die
its descent is showered by Gods right hand
distributed by Jesus anointed by him does stand
Though careless with your hearts are men of earth
for they cannot give when what contains within is dearth
to you does beckon God by gentleness
like our Lord healed crowds and children bless
Too tender are the souls that death has shaped
the inner being that mankind pillages and raped
like a phantom is the visibility of escape
and tantalizing is the world and snare it's bait
Though kindly through His Son to man has spake
that to bring us to our senses does lightly shake
for those whom God loves does he discipline
that they might understand and transform mend
And too soon will be the rod to those who listen don't
to turn from violence and depart from evil won't
who continue on a course of earth and man to damage
and self control and hatred refuse to manage
And softly is his call he to children woos
freely given time with many crux to choose
so not we do our lives and breath to lose
for want of happiness he sent good news
For those who would gather and to him band
he freely offers Truth unto the promised land
unto children a True Father gives his grace
that reflect within themselves his Light of Face
Tis Life to us seeks he to give
that within Love and Truth to live
wheat and weeds he will to soon sieve
with open secrets displayed within missive
sources John 4:23-24 8:32 14:6-7
JOHN 13:33-35 16:13
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Let us walk together
to a garden of flowers
beneath a clear
blue sky of spring weather
we will when we get there my love
while away time
sitting under cool shades
of sinuously swaying trees
as we listen to the mellifluous
harm of nectar sucking bees
and the enchanting songs
of flower birds and watch
as butterflies of all glorious
colors grace the place
and when we are deeply satisfied
I will pick for you the flower
most admired by bees,
flower birds and butterflies
and we shall walk back home
dreaming of love
which does not wither
as time grows old
with a vivid picture
of a never aging flower garden
painted on our minds
Summer was lush when Harry came home;
And birds sang among southern trees.
Here at last, and no more to roam,
So, we danced in bloom fragrancies!
When Harry came home, days were lazy;
And all sultry were the nights!
When Harry came, fields of daisies;
And butterflies on vivid flights!
When Harry came home, the blues were playin';
And bees were blossom to blossom.
When Harry came, gossipers were sayin',
And the plum sunsets were awesome.
When Harry came home, he whirled me 'round,
The while the whole world spun!
When Harry came, trees sang with sound,
As blooms nodded in their oblivion.
When Harry came home, days were longer;
And day and night, frogs croaked.
When Harry came, the season was younger,
And sweetest sensations were evoked.