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A crepuscular theatrical serene speech prompt,
slip spill in an echoey pattern down my soft skinned ear,
as I was captivated by the gloss quilt luminance of,
glow worm stars, silver moon tarpaulin, indigo horizon,
elysian sidereal dust that so magnetic trance,
I dwell on flawless antique navy blue tapestry,
of enthralling nocturnal mirth streamed murmur,
timelessness a slow tick second hand mesmerizer,
symbiotic solitude on moulded granite bench,
whets intense yearning as my elevated odyssey,
where gilded gust a universal sage’s hint from,
invisible zone whose through the age enchantment,
forevermore a velvet hush, a lush chrysalis,
metamorphosis at a peek, diurnal cyclic mystery,
forevermore I am an affluent lodger to telluric haven
riddle of the night
unveils its lucid passage,
beyond mortal span
Heaven within an effervescent spiral steam moiety,
juxtaposed across emblazoned morning patch
immortal,
of swooning sun whose rays bounce off garnet veins,
me, spectator, bard, curator of reflection for posterity,
this tantalised dawdler in a dewdrop leaf coppice,
majestic mountain summit under dawn spell,
arousing passionate interwoven interface of cordial,
bonhomie link to merriment, auroral pathos,
perpetual and beyond expansive firmament,
romantic fingertip alignment in surreal fog tango,
where pounding heart oath infinite in salient scope,
blue lagoon bounty, argent cascade, rainbow chaser,
dizzy upper echelon beauteous my twinkled torrent of delirium,
forevermore, longer longing, forever as this wonder world dervish,
waltzing through eternal mists, with my zest for life,
as gold encrusted passport to a rapturous paradise
daylight points the way
to lasting beauty on earth
cherish the vista
She, meaning that of something of nature.
Something born pure of wonders and such beauty.
Autumn, the time of year when all tree’s bloom that of color and love.
When the leaves fall to the ground to which it lye’s.
To there to which was thought of love from far.
As it was there my heart laid in thought.
As the wind blows through this cool autumn day.
As this day we have crossed in life.
But this day have I seen Autumn’s Beauty she portrays.
It’s there deep in soul I want to touch her.
As I think what it would be like for our lips to touch in such a passion.
In a manor of discrete and commitment.
To feel the true love to which autumn has inspired the sky’s to frost air.
To feel the warm, soothing breeze; she enhances my soul.
As I lye here in the leaves in the center of the woods.
I stare at the clouds rolling through the tree tops.
You know its beauty that enlightens the air.
As I sat and gaze at the mountains and curves she portrays.
To watch her move across the floor heaven has laid.
Captures my heart in many ways.
As the beauty of autumn is an inspiration to me everyday.
I know it’s something pure; God has put in my life this day.
I know I would be blessed that of an angel of heavens best.
As autumn I think of this day.
That just to have her love would be like that of a snow fall cover.
As nature was very kind with the scenery of the landscape.
As I would love her in many ways a snow flake would melt.
That the snow Tip Mountains wouldn’t be that of a cold snow drift lay.
But everyday would be a warm Beauty of Autumn love at blaze.
My heavy heart ever sighs for you
A syrupy silent smile, awaiting every move
Eyes nomadic, setting like a sunset on the edge of mars
Gazing… as if to focus on the rarest star
There is a sweetness that I crave to taste
A wild, foreign but trusting terrain
Feverish fingertips padding gently on rippling arms
Stroking the soft ancient bark of driving charms
Cape Horn’s stormy seas await our return
Crash your mind on my lands so lost, so burned
As flames lick my tear-blemished blood
The hot winds of fervor rattle my bones to mud
Keep your eyes set on the edge of the red dunes
Of which the mighty tempest runs free from doom
Into the lungs of pending exhalation,
You rest ever upon my endearing obsession
Why I Love Cherry Blossoms
-after a photo on a friend’s facebook page
You will always make me smile
bringing existence to everything
making life worthwhile
calming and blessing my being.
My remedy, the opposite of stress.
The blood of my youth!
My rest,
my root
buds on every branch
beating my heart
with confidence
(Defy the Dark!)
through each and every season
we wake to meet each other.
My voice of reason.
I rediscover.
You
as dependable as day.
Yes, I am one of the lucky few.
I will be ok.
There’s a magical place in Klevan
A beauty spot in Ukraine
It’s called the tunnel of love
Where lovers wish away
The scenes are so romantic
With evergreen tree’s that arch
Where couples walk right through
Holding hands and have a laugh
It’s a truly beautiful place
With a fairytale train track
Walking down this green corridor
With nothing but good luck
And in any kind of season
It’s such a lovely view
Through this tunnel of love
Down a beautiful avenue
Doesn’t nature have its own way
Of yielding special treasures
A wonderful tunnel of love
Full of architectural pleasures
A fantastic green passageway
Like a fantasy out of a dream
Where a train delivers wood
To a factory three times a day
They say this tunnel has a legend
Lover’s wishes will come true
If there loves’ sincere
Their dream will follow too
When natures left to grow wild and free
Just look what it can do
Three kilometres of sheer beauty
Where romantics stroll on through
© Copyright K.C.Leake
16th December 2015
All Rights Reserved
My love, my love
I know, you know where beauty lies
Deep within the mountains
Hidden within stormy skies
In places few have been to
In remote and barren lands
Many journeys seldom seen in a lifetime
Although many have claimed that they have been
In the chill of coldest Winter
Your heart provides strong heat
My love lives strong within you
In my thoughts I can feel you breathe
My love, my love
How much beauty you have seen
You have climbed the highest mountains
You have scaled the highest peaks
You have slept amongst the clouds
Closer to God, than closer to man
You understand power and majesty
Unlike the many who think they can
You have carried my heart within you
Seeking beauty far and wide
You have seen me everywhere you looked
Both by day and in star filled skies
My love has lived within you
In your every thought and deed
It has been in your every moment
Even in death it will not cease
Our love will live in those mountains
Both high and far below
It will live upon those glaciers
It will thrive in the coldest of snows
Just as the mountains stand before us
Just as what is, will continue to be
Our love will never diminish
In whatever God has made beautiful
That is where our love will be...
(April 27, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
"Gazing at the rising sun and telling yourself- 'the new day has newer promises for me' fills you with gallons of fuel to run the whole day"- By poet
See life blooming in full and keep smiling
Grab the little joys the mind can contain
Dismiss all defeatist thoughts surfacing
Wait for the fresh dawn about to begin
Inhale the clean air and begin again
Hope for a better and happier day
With greater appetite, life's zest regain
New vistas will open and come to stay
Downhill, the crystal clear stream glides gurgling
Listen to its dulcet rhythmic refrain
Put aside all smothering blues brewing
Just cast away all sad and throttling pain
Admire the purity of white flowers
Those that open in the dead of the night
Love nature with the fervour of lovers
Feel glory in each sound and every sight
July.6.2022
~ Placed First~
It’s All about Three Q’s Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
Theme- Nature
Syllable Count. 10 each (HMS)
Released into an opening of warmth
and mystery, he melded with the throng
of his undistinguished peers,
their number seeming infinite,
their ultimate design one and the same.
And as they forward streamed,
rapidly, they scattered and disappeared into oblivion.
He found himself alone, beyond them all.
Employing mere instinct, he traveled on to
monumental possibility.
He did not yet have the capability
to smell the rose perfume
worn by her who was to be his mother
nor was he able then to hear
endearments whispered in her ear
by him, from whom he'd been released.
But as the moans of two in love subsided,
already he had reached that unnamed place.
Consummation led to an inception
when he merged with his female half.
Although he could not know it then,
he soon would be adored,
the fond expression of his parents’ dream.
For john freeman's contest:
"Maverick's Free Verse"
With auburn hair
that greets the gentle breeze
She captivates the moment
to put the world at ease
For every morn,
along a lakeside walk
she trills the most uncanny
ability to talk
With all the birds
that dwell along the lane
she speaks in feathered tongue
while sounding quite insane
Her breakfast call
to sparrows, ducks and doves
invites them in for feeding,
everyone she loves
Diminutive,
a sweet and simple soul
I listen to her pleasure
each morning as I stroll
Forgetting not
her other furry friends
she shares her bounty fare
as her heart extends
So funny still
they understand her drawl
It’s simply odd since squirrel
she does’t speak at all
My baby says they look glorious together;
Sunset, horizon.
A candle flame floating in deep sea water—
The quiet line that receives colour.
Burning gold, aching red, searching for arms to rest,
The sky and the earth collide, making the perfect nest;
Sunset, horizon.
Rampaging daylight, a fierce campaign that leaves eyes dazzled,
A sight that soothes and steadies the world.
Without one, a line between day and night;
Without one, an endless scattering of light.
Sunset, horizon;
They look divine—designed for a trial,
Unable to graze each other, even if vital.
Imagine loving like
Sunset, horizon.