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“The best moments in a poets time,
are those spent writing beautiful words to leave behind.”Quote - Poet’s own
If I should write a poem especially for you
I'd like to share it over a glass of wine or two
Put on romantic music and dance in candlelight
Whispering the words I wrote, in the magical night
Words that would tell you how much I love you true
Hoping you’re feeling the love tonight as much as I do
If not, I can't tell you how my heart would be broken
The spell, the magic, gone from the lovely moment
All my dreams, my hopefulness would be dashed
That is not a lie, it's truthfully a matter of fact
I couldn't live without you, no word of a lie
Life would be empty, without you I'd die
So stay with me now and forever
All of my life I will endeavour
To love with all that I am
Always and ever
My only
One
You
Will
See
It's
You
I want
Stay mine
All of the time
Tell me that it's a yes
And everything will be fine
30th November 2020
Magical Winter Lady with a long silver braid with highlights of pearls in her hair that hangs down to her toes and a white gold crown inlaid with sparkling diamonds and lustrous pearls that she wears. Elegant white long flowing lace gown embellished with sparkling jewels to match her crown.
Magical Winter Lady floating through the air leaving an enchanting blanket of sparkling clean white snow, enticing children peeking out of their windows with their wide eyes and smiles thinking of their warm clothes, coats, and warm rubber boots to play in the snow.
With alluring thoughts of making a snowman with a carrot for a nose, black olives for its eyes and mouth, and a scarf wrapped round its neck to keep him warm. Or thoughts of lying down in the snow designing snow angels of themselves or engaging in a snow fight with family who would be watching the children play.
Magical Winter Lady with reflections of entertaining and engaging the world with magical winter wonderment.
By Eve Roper 11/12/2014
Children Story
From the edge of the ebon night sky,
under the engulfing clouds of gloom,
the promise of moon I’ve made to you,
I’ll keep before the eclipse starts.
The somber storm of smothering strife
drifts me away across the slate horizon,
the clouds melt in the torrent of tears
as my sky falls with the marooned moon.
The promise kept after the agonizing wait,
your fervent window opens on vista of hope,
ushers in the dislodged moon called heart,
rolling onto your satin bed long unslept
In the dark niche of your desolateness
glows the frozen moonbeam burst,
while the floating tinsels of silver dust
flutter like fairy over your silhouette face.
Holding the magical moon turned crystal globe,
you look deep into the illumined fortune
in kaleidoscopic images portending the future,
where my yearning paints dreamscape for you.
Written : March 10, 2020
June 9, 2020
Contest : Strand No. 790
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Love and sing! Oh, you, who pour from the nectar of your love,
Elixir of desire, a caress for my thirsty heart,
Feet caught in the satin of destiny,
Seeking magical paths, hidden in the surreal white of the full moon.
Banish me, scold me, and tell me,
Why are you the air I breathe day by day?
How can a soul collect diamonds of longing,
A longing that carries the light of future promises, still unfulfilled?
Through me flows the enchanted potion
With the taste of wormwood and pear from Eden’s garden,
And banishes oblivion deep into unknown abysses,
As long as in us, the eternal summer shines.
Love and sing with me, ignite flames of desire in my veins,
And in my eyes, magical crystalline potions,
Repeat over and over again when you come!
Touch my gaze, decode my voice,
And break the spell of silence that floats between us,
For life is a path sprinkled with spells and yearnings,
And my eyes, both, desire you endlessly!
Lift me to the peak of the enchanted mountain,
With golden wings, with the entire burden of dreams,
When the sun's disk bathed in tears of longing,
For all my unpenetrated desires.
Here, in the secret waltz of thoughts and hopes,
The soul becomes a canvas painted by the illusions of time.
Each word, a stroke of magic and romance,
Each sigh, a song of eternity.
This is the dance of love and longing,
An ageless symphony sung in the hidden chambers of the heart,
Under the mysterious gaze of the immortal stars.
Come fly with me to heaven's door
On a magical carpet ride
We'll explore the mighty universe
Reach the mystical worlds on high
We can only guess what secrets lie
Beyond the heavenly spheres
Another world like ours you say?
The answer will finally become clear
Travelling through time and outer space
Our minds are struck with awe
Viewing our planet from worlds afar
A shimmering blue and green ball
Come fly with me above the stars
And view nature's mighty plan
Feel the vastness of the heavens above
Put it all into place if you can
© Jack Ellison 2014
The Goblin takes his place TQ at the start of the race
Five more goody two shoes line up through sixth place
Pumpkin bombs locked at the ready
To turn these five fools into confetti
The tone in five, four, three, two, one,
Gang green trees it at the start gun
A red rocket behind him named Spidey puts four to the floor
Followed by some Iron guy who takes a Hulk to the back door
Something Strange lined up at five on the grid
Is number 6 a raccoon or a very hairy kid?
Ten laps in the Goblin out front who would have thought
The Hulk smashed to number two, a pumpkin all that he got
The Goblins on rails with his slick ride
Did he coat his tires with Astroglide?
The rest of the pack fit to be tied, but they couldn't find a pass against the other green ride
For the Hulk drives like a giant in a car that might as well be eight bare feet wide
The leader cackles, giving his steering a quick flip
"Checkers or Wreckers suckers" and landing a sick whip
Strange tried some overtly magical quip
No match though for the Goblins fast ship
One lap is left the white flag is shown
The hairy kids missile now known
The final corner the Goblin smells blood in the water
Rocket with the inside pass, Goblins efforts just fodder
Marvel or DC Superhero or Supervillian Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
2-26-2024
These moors and hills bring the Yorkshire chills.
Beauty and awe combined galore
Open skies fill these Yorkshire eyes
Something magical can be seen here in these mists so still
The folk here that can call this home
Some feel it in their blood and the shire will always call them home.
Hamlets, villages, cities and towns with many dialects creating many beautiful sounds.
Dry stone walls with so many steeps and falls
Ancient woods with their ancient tales and moon light calls.
Footpaths that go on over crags and dales.
Celtic tones in its history winds, Nordic change see the blood lines thinned.
But there’s no other place on earth that can claim this majesty. A nithering wind they may allus be! But Ow-do and Si-thi we’ll say to thee.
Yorkshire is warm even when it’s cold. My heart will be forever a Yorkshireman’s in a Yorkshire soul.
How much time will you be in room?
Please come, play with us and bloom
Behind the bars, there's a chirping bird,
Sleeping still, have you not heard?
The gentle air through the breeze,
Occuring from moving of trees
Forests looking beautiful by its blow
"Hey You, focus it's showing its glow".
Everybody likes the rain,
And go for a dance on the plain
It fills the ponds and rivers with cheer
Making the weather a little quiver.
So let's go and break the boundary,
Leaving behind each doubt and quandary
With courage and fears and spirit wild,
Will face each challenge calm and mild.
The thing about Nature is...
By Michelle Morris
03/10/2024
The thing about Nature is...
She helps slow your pace right down
Your heart beats with Gaia's heartbeat
And She shows you how it's done
The green spaces in dappled woods
Where sunlight winks at you
Trees reaching for the blue skies
As Nature shows Her Truth
Where rivers gurgle and giggle in delight
Playfully running to the sea
Where faeries and mischievous creatures
Show you how magical Life can be
Here in these Sacred Spaces
Between Time and Humanity
We can reach our own Soul's Spark
Listen carefully to its Secrets
For each one of us is born
To create beauty in this Universe
No Life was created for Destruction
We're meant to lift our collective Spirits
But only when we know ourselves
Can we walk the best Path for us
To create Magic and Miracles in our own Lives
Until we return to Nature as Dust
© Michelle Morris, 2024
He is the one, the only King.
All play-mates leave him quite alone.
No matter what morning doth bring,
He tends to play on his I-phone.
Stabbing red buttons, click, click, click,
He is so regal, and oh, so quick!
The king’s son we would never trade.
For this one surely makes the grade.
Not the kind of man to prance or preen,
Always nice to his butler’s aide,
Takes his orders from Mum, Mother Queen.
A robin’s stolen song to sing
And a delicate rose home grown
Could not make more handsome our king
Nation’s own sitter of the throne.
Stacked sky-high like a winter’s brick,
He was quite pleased, this young King Nick.
A handsome lad, a sharpish blade,
Whose butler ruined a parlor maid?
Swear oath, upon his throat and spleen,
Knew nothing of this escapade,
Integrity still clearly seen.
It was his lovely future dream,
To find an app on his cell phone,
Amid magical pink sunbeam,
A scented eagle duly flown.
With a simple ordinary click,
I sneaked a photo of good King Nick.
Talk-chatting up a lovely maid.
Diving into yellow marmalade.
Loveliest girl he’d ever seen,
Hair a curly ebony cascade,
Happy now, he saw future queen.
He found a gold and emerald ring,
With the sweet sheen of abalone.
Was a beautiful jewelry thing.
Forged from a white unicorn’s cone.
Double frothy, and rather thick.
He was satisfied, our good King Nick.
Against green grass, a picture made.
A backdrop sold at each arcade.
Taking photos with rather keen
Ripe selfies around royal glade.
Money-maker, impressing queen.
The queen thought devil phone would ring.
She thought his future duly blown.
Conjured a pretty dove-like wing
A pure one which had never flown.
Feathers so tight and rather slick,
Imagined by his summer creek.
Before, beyond this princely glade,
Ravenous hair, in beautiful braid.
She would make a lovely new queen.
Our Queen Mother rarely now seen.
Blue-eyed beauty is our new queen.
Royal Family led a happy life,
Son with parents, man and wife.
Fraught with goodness, not much strife.
Queen Mother tried to get in there,
Crazy madness, felt everywhere.
King found the girl of his dreams,
But had to give up mother, or so it seems….