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A secret world of mystical wonder
In solitude, she will sit and ponder
Beneath a rainbow. Behind a golden gate
No track of time or clocks to run you late
Honest as the garden of Eden, a botanical kind of feast
No wickedness or sin, barbarians or beasts
Daffodils and daisies flourish all year round
The rolling waves of a tide is the only sound
Braids of ivy laced with sunflowers
Create a canopy to shield the showers
A gentle mist flows through the air
Keeps the flowers moist , the utmost care
Just enough sun rays peaking through
So the flowers can thrive and new ones accrue
Rippling rivers, made of honey, caramel waterfalls
Muscadines and the ripest figs adorned the inner walls
The roses bear no thorns, cotton candy clouds
Her presence so respected, the tulip gladly bows
The aroma of peppermint fills her nose
Giant peaches grow in rows
An entourage of ducklings follow her around
New and improved, they don't poo or make a sound
Each step she lands on fresh pink petals
Bounteous pillows of silk for when she settles
She arrives and leaves at the tapping of her heels
After all it's just a dream, the spinning of her wheels
The evening's quiet sun sets before me
enveloping me, enticing me with calm
the sky's purple colors float on the sea
a breeze warm is a soft brush on my palm
this mystical meditation is serene
and frees my soul to its ambient form
peaceful silent visions that I may glean
will caress my eyes and invite the warm
I dream of wearing clouds like a garment
as they glide across the horizon's line
soft silhouettes upon the wind's current
that allow my heart and soul to align
like tides gathering fish into a shoal
the quiet has taken shape in my soul
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Sweet scent of magnolia permeated the air
on the cusp of a balmy summer gloaming
Myriads of stars would soon gleam above
My garden was already dappled with light
awash in the luminance of tiny fireflies
Diminutive lanterns had taken wing
in search of a mate or to feast on prey
Dancing in circles while crickets chirped
Not syncopated in rhythm, but all the same...
I was enchanted with their golden glow
Flickering sprites, mystical fairy creatures
They lingered long after the moon had risen
I dared not move in fear of chasing them away
No lidded prison would hold Nature's treasures
flitting in my garden in the aura of dusk
Shall I compose a song with the flute, drums and bass guitar?
Shall I sing the songs of my youth and exposed the truth? You see me standing over here trying to escape the omniscience fear, I have no clue how I got here, but I have one more day left before we do the final embrace and leave this place.
Shall I cry out to the minstrel on the other side whose voices are mute?
and their lives are burdened with the truth? or shall I open the Pandora box and let out the devious fox? My dreams are big as the universe, and I am determined to break the curse and live by my own truth and the heavens will dine with me. Shall I smile when you smile and cry when you cry?
He stood there looking at me as if he had a message for thee, his eyes were wandering around and I could tell that he came from out of town
He had a strange look on his face with a deep longing in his eyes and every time I look at him something deep down inside makes me want to sing, he has a forced smile blended with grace and no one could read his mysterious face.
There was something peculiar about him; it is the way he was standing, as if he was hiding something, he was wearing two different pairs of with a double lace and his feet were wobbling all over the place and I broke my silence.
When will you open the door and get the people on the dance floor
When will you cross the bridge and cool down the temperature within
My blood is running hot, and destiny is wearing a new frock, suspense is riding very high and mystical drones are flying in the skies
I cannot take the suspense anymore you have got to open the next door and cross the bridge on the other side where authentic love abides.
Upon this ground I stand, weaving the message of truth in my hand, the stars are guiding me so wait for me beyond the sea, and when you cross the bridge, the musical band will wait there and sing a special song for thee.
Hungry eyes are crying out to thee.
sometimes I sing
antique anthems,
of the nights
I was confined
within a bottle
of diamond tears,
wept woefully
from the widest sky
that held kaleidoscopic stars~
amidst festooned fields of
pixie-dust flowers,
hanging like
starburst chandeliers,
when t i m e was never in favor
of designing a
heart-shaped galaxy
to ease the
troubled torrents….
as languid linings
cast by the
sombre umbra
soaked me
in melancholic sprinkles,
of what was left in my strength;
for I knew nothing
beyond the evening clouds
that mirror
marshmallow musings,
stained with
tuscan tones. ..
yet, I remember
seeing your sunflower smile,
as I dreamt of
your mystical melodies,
spoken poetically,
way before I knew you
would become my reality,
though the homely hideaway
to my hopes
now fester amongst
corners of your
dusky eye lashes…
I’ve battled with nothing
but obsidian obstacles
that laid
in the
tiny tunnels
of my
crippled consciousness.
now our souls
seem chained in pearls
and coiled in amethyst anklets
as one, in stellar waves
through a
ceaseless constellation;
cosmic connection
endorsing these fingers
with your
poignant pantoums,
aligning my heart to lay
within your
evergreen embrace,
limited by
the lyrical land
you’ve lavished
my
longing lagoons into.
so here I am, scribbling stories
of our zealous zenith
within your platinum presence~
as confessions disguised
within tangerine tercets
of vanilla villanelles
have now come alive,
amidst a rebirth
of a warrior meant
to b l e e d
vivid verses
eviscerating
nacreous nebulas
into blissful b l u e brines,
that shall stream
through
unfamiliar rivers of dragon roses
till every electrifying element
rests in aesthetic harmony.
Ah, my Marina Queen!
You, who reigns over the Marina with grass
so tantalizing, so verdantly green.
Holding costly homes that gaze over the
San Francisco Bay,
I adored the music of fog horns, and
could listen to them hight and day.
We all blessed by a mystical, silent drops of fog!
Embracing the Marina and we, your most serene
residents ......all night long!
No tourists on the huge lawns, run!
They. unknowingly believe Pier 39 and souvenirs
are far more fun?
San Franciscans know the city far better than a
sleazy tourist attraction.
They love the unknown jazz and coffee haunts.
Smiling at one another in delightful satisfaction.
The overpowering scent of Eucalyptus trees,
The Japanese tea garden.
Souls that are totally free!
12/3/2022
In the darkness of the night, when the stars weave their destinies,
And the moon bathes its face in silver lakes,
Eternal thoughts float, like everlasting shadows,
In the deep sanctuary of the heart, sadness dons its cloak.
I do not mean to be nostalgic about suffering,
But in the heart of the night, pain is the divine alchemist,
Oh, those who do not feel the tremor of loss and longing,
Will never fully penetrate the enigmatic realms of their own nature.
Beneath the branches of the mystical tree of life,
The thirst to know the infinite is born within us,
From the cracks of the soul, wings of light grow,
And tears turn into crystals of divine essence.
In the mirror of suffering, refined truths are revealed,
From the ashes of internal fires, we are reborn like phoenix birds,
For those who cannot walk through the abyss of pain,
Remain trapped in labyrinths of illusions and voices blown by the wind.
Thus, suffering becomes our solemn mage,
A ritualistic dance under the infinite, clear and mysterious sky,
In the echo of suffering, we discover ancient essences,
On the initiatic path, with shadowed and sacred steps.
Through the mists of suffering, we find who we are,
Lost sparks in the cosmic night, we become stars,
Guided through labyrinths, we learn to shine,
The mystique of sadness is the flame that lights our path to transcendence.
The Open Door
By susan Q miller © 2019
In the winter of my mind there is darkness…
cold, harsh judgment and distraction.
I wander through the dank corridor
with an occasional flickering candle to guide me.
Where am I? Who am I?
So many years. No answers. I press on.
Yesterday, over a cup of coffee, my friend said,
“People don’t generally change.”
My heart sank. My feet engaged in kicking it as I walked home.
Today, in the parking lot,
that place where we leave our vehicles
and head out on foot in search of something,
a dearer friend reminded me that I am a “Full House.”
If I’m feeling cramped in one room, it may be time to move to another.
I picked up my heart and carried it out of the narrow corridor
simply by opening the door.
There, as light flooded the space around me,
I rediscovered that magical, mystical chamber.
You know,
The one that melts the edge of winter into a radiant pool of possibilities.
Here there is no frost or ice to inhibit me, no narrowing walls to hold me back.
Here I feel my warm cup half-full and waiting.
We hold hands walking under the bright beam of God’s Moon Light,
And stop and kiss so intently in the soft cradle of the dark Moon Night.
The passion and rapture together we feel so on this cold black night,
Is reflected and majestically warmed by the touch of the Moon Light.
I look lovingly into your eyes on this quite special dark Moon Night,
Marveling at the love so reflected in your eyes by the Moon Light.
This is an enchanted sight to behold by All who love the Moon Light,
Reflecting the beauty and meaning while savoring all the Moon Night.
A deep Cosmic Blackness pervades the canvas of this great Moon Night,
While God’s grace and love pleasure us with a most bright Moon Light.
Almighty God in Heaven gently modulates the tone of this Moon Light,
Bringing constant wonder and glory to All on this most dark Moon Night.
My love and I now understand the mystical meaning of this Moon Light,
As we ponder and hold so special God’s emotion felt on this Moon Night.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(October 19, 2014) (Rhyme Couplet poetic format)
Turquoise blue glittering water of a mountain lake
Showing activities of various fish with their grace
Efficient floating of exultant duck families through their loveliness
Reflections of surrounding views’ brilliant displays
Narrow dirt trail weaving through thick green woodlands
Giant rocks and peaks stand tall with wide open arms
Varieties of massive firs and pines pack nearby land
Colorful sprays of delicate wild floras on adjacent track
Opulent grandness of Mother Nature’s majestic charm
Bursts of sweet melodies of birds’ songs
Awe-inspired heart filled with immense joy
Cheerful mind and awareness at large