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Enter the endless Gallery, but here you are.
With respect, you have achieved in partial
experience, the beauty of this World.
Out of any door, masterpiece.
Complimentary skylines,
from Mountains topped w/ frozen Sunrise.
Wine of the Nature's vineyard.
The clouds display the colors brilliantly.
Hills, rises from the skin, goosebumps in the breeze.
Your hair covers eyes, I brush whats left away.
Deciphering, beauty in you, and today.
We gaze from the place we took our rest.
A broken trunk, toppled ashore.
Anchored to the sand, we grasped hands.
Making three careful steps, we were above the waves.
We sat listening to the chops.
Calm at its finest. Truths, and company.
Campfire cups of tea. Sights of wonder.
I was in such a state of mind, honest comfortability.
The journey had taken us shortest in miles.
Longer in sight, but farthest in mind.
Time now behind us, we left our footsteps, our words.
But memory is something will keep intact.
Rain was not to wash away the feelings.
I would take these forever, without corrosion, certainty not erosion.
They will become weathered, and aged, but not forgotten.
Just as the tunnels we made w/ eye contact
will always hold the same weight.
What form? What shape? Does it matter?
We have it, and its being held.
The howls of wolves in the forests brought me awake.
Hearing the Night, seeing the Moon. Surrounded.
Not only by growing darkness, but pure beauty.
We kept beneath the stars,
as the last bit of honey fell w/ the Sun.
Becoming covered, and hidden behind the range.
Nothing of Nature was Strange, just pure.
Wrapped up and tangled, we made the Night.
For sight was taken, but dream was not shaken
and our tokens of youth, were soothing.
Each day passing, and new feelings moving.
Cycles, circles, revolutions. There and back again.
As the migration wraps for Spring.
Wilderness.
Abiding Beauty
By Dane Smith-Jonsen
Above the fern at the forest's edge, a butterfly gracefully glides.
Beautiful yellow flittering near tastes the sugary buttercup.
Flashing sulphur wings, happily spreading, upon a placid breeze rides.
The wild flower bed will not subside as the beauty drifts up and up.
Long slender wings black with light stripes, zebra longwings come hovering. Sight!
Seemingly weak, suspended in air, they waft between passion vine blooms.
Family ties. Who would realize? Communally sleeping at night.
Seven, eight, no, eleven there were hovering beneath the new moon.
Dipping, floating, skipping in the breeze, viceroys mimicking regal lines.
Willow branches and cherry trees, disguised, chrysalis covered with leaves.
Colorful viceroys mimic. Hiding in willows they will sleep and dine.
Majestic, monarchs on milkweed feast; then, migrate to Mexico’s trees
Beautiful red-spotted purple or is it a pipevine swallowtail?
To grace blackjack cherries and willows that grows at the woodlands door.
Flipping. Flying! Bright orange. Fritillary finds food from flowers, frail.
Delightfully sips on passion vines, warming in the sun as before.
Spring’s sweet trip into summer slips; too soon the butterflies will be gone.
Chrysalises metamorphose on: twigs, beneath leaves, cleave to host trees.
Birds fly south ‘til caterpillars emerge. Then, return to sing hunger’s song.
Cycles of life! Interlocking beauty. Upon distant pasts proceeds.
Human hearts, over whelmed, skip beats. And God’s beauty bestows souls’ relief.
When in love’s peace and solitude, man rests in nature’s lovely abode.
There is no loss of life or pain, nor hurt, that can lessen one’s belief.
Abiding beauty becomes a crown when on the straight and narrow road.
Damaged Goods
In summer sun’s sagacious rays
A butterfly with ragged wings
Settled on the sidewalk
In search of food or rest or other things
Slow, strolling steps brought me to her side that day
Her wings were slowly yawning to and fro
I saw the ragged edges marred
A predator had tried to take her life
She got away but bore the scar
Now she flies erratically, and slow
But ah, her colors shimmered so!
Blue purer than the air
In the sun, sparkled like a million atom stars
Yellow so shy it was hardly there
Emerald splashed like strokes by Michelangelo
They froze my gait
And captured my eyes
‘til I was lost in a universe
of delicate size
and majestic fate
I held my breath
My throat grew tight
I fell in love
With the spirits’ fight
To live beyond its brush with death
Feelings tumbled from my breast
If I could only paste a part of my soul
On her wing to repair its ragged loss
I gladly would, to make her whole
Who more than measure, she had blest
But hope and want rarely comply
With harsh reality
Or the step of time.
Nor can beauty cure insanity
Or heart enfold a butterfly
So I stood entranced by her beauty there
And caught the spirit of her bravery
Though torn and damaged goods
She was the loveliest butterfly I shall ever see
Her injury made her only all the more fair
She could not have known how much I cared
We both were bound by destiny
The moment passed as moments do
And then she flew away from me
Fluttering and stumbling through the air
When with my wife and son, I first gazed down
At the beauty of Derwentwater in Keswick town
I was moved to awe, admiration and sheer reverence
For I was graced with beauty of such immense presence.
Such scenery, hitherto, I had only vicariously seen
On the artist’s canvas and the cinema screen
And of the awe, it could, in us mortals inspire
I had read of in many a poet’s quire.
No matter the angle, position or perspective
This was natural beauty, a landscape most emotive
Of verdant islands in a lake shimmering in the sun
And of shades of green, that did, to the horizon run.
Of majestic mountains masked by slivers of mist
And swans whose necks did gracefully twist
To the sounds and chirps that filled the air
As I simply continued to “stand and stare”
At flecks of white scattered all across the dale
Content to, in such beauty, ruminate and regale
As the sun shone down and the wind rapaciously blew
At the stream of tourists that steadily grew
Yes, this was nature in its grandeur and pomp
Through which man could at his leisure romp
And take in this theatre of such verdant green
That has for more than centuries been
An inspiration for “emotions oft recollected in tranquillity”
The muse for a simple and rustic school of poetry.
Form:
~The beauty of the flesh, the exotic Moluccas dream
the source of excellence, in the clash
the lust of the eyes, the flesh, and pride of life
peace of angel wings be in love’s reflection
the glory of vanity in strands of auburn hair.
~Grace of femininity in Victoria’s form
light rays reveal, her mind gazes with pulsating intent
as waters of life’s reflections teem vibrant
the silence of eloquence stored in the center of stillness.
~Multi colors pulsating with energetic heavenly bliss
as time immemorial immersed as liquid form instills
sweet smells of fragrant blooms mix with soft white light
births nature’s finest reflection, it's illusions in water
of the reality of the forms of love dimensions above.
~For what of the beauty of this female’s dream
but powered directions of godly cosmic thought
thus channeled potential into forms of beauty
as dimensions appeared for young maiden’s inspection.
~Intelligent life inspects and enjoys the beauty fashioned
for beauty’s enjoyment in Victoria’s dream contemplate
the graceful beauty of feminine flesh blends into nature of love’s kiss.
By john Moses Freeman
For and in honor of Constance La France ~ Ramblin Poet~
And contest: Reflections
Below the mist covered mountains lies a valley of beauty so rare
As I view from the flowery meadow, I look on in awe and stare
It's moss covered slopes in carpet, a greenery so rich like a vein
The hillside undulations grace like a wedding dress train
The cascading of translucent pure, these waterfalls of delight
Each with a different voice as they sing through the day or night
Trees so iconic standing proud as they reach up to the warming sun
Magnificent they are in their splendour, they're not to be outdone
As I sit down and admire the meadow, it's riches befall my eyes
The colours of greens and pastels makes every one a prize
As I close my eyes and listen, I hear many marvels all around
From insects that buzz to chirping birds in this beautiful surround
I turn my head as she calls me, my love in her white summery dress
She's my lily of the valley, her beauty in my eyes caressed
We lie back and take it all in, this place on this planet earth
For our children and our children's children, it's kept in it's worth
Below these mist covered mountains lies a valley of beauty so rare
Is there anywhere else out there, that could possibly compare
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Katoomba, a wild sound, an ancient name.
With it, a sense of awe silently came.
I only saw part of you
But still I was amazed, all the way through.
What would I do
Where would I be
If I had seen you
At the full, staggering height
Of your beauty?
Your beauty is like no other sight.
Beauty that only nature could have created
That no other wonders could possibly be equated.
Beauty
To be feared.
You call to those who hear
Who believe in folklore and fairy land
Those who understand.
Foolish men think they can explain it all
But I saw you with your giant sandstone walls.
I saw you without the aggressiveness that comes with volcanoes
I saw you as your diamond streams flow.
I saw your cliffs, your plateaus.
I saw your lush canopy of trees,
I saw your peaceful, yet mysterious quality.
I saw you as you spread the faint, misty haze,
Like a sea of blue waves.
You are the mountains of a thousand faces
I can look at you in a thousand different ways.
Your blue, strange hue is never of the same shade
It changes every moment, every day.
Your beauty is like a dart
With one graceful shot, you hit my heart.
As we walk along the riverside
A sound of the innocences of melody
The waters that sing to the naked ear
The colour of finest crystal sparkles to the eye
Stepping stones like a puzzle to cross the waters path
Its beauty reflected against the surrounding sky
Nature's truth does not lie its simplest desired to all admire
Its standing soldiers of wood around the scene
Like a border of a frame the picture is painted to any naked eye
With branches like arms they are embracing your mind
Each breeze sweeps past the leaves like the last dance
United as they tango in delight against the coming night
The whisper of your imagination as the stars shine
The guide of the moon as it now becomes defined
The scene is mothers earth its magical trance binds you
A freedom crosses your spirit your soul is at one
Your thoughts can not be undone
A enchanted mind has been restored as you opened the door to completeness
A secret world of beauty of all divine sights even in the darkest of night
As we walk along the riverside...
Here they stand without concession
Like east and west
Or arguments between the north and south
And judge's gavel hoisted without a sentence
The great rift about the WORD
One believes in chaos becoming order
On its own
The other believes in nothing
Becoming the something more beautiful than dust
Without a before or an after
Faith being the only closure
It is not their diametric position
That distorts the beauty here
But th eviolence that hides the fear
Of thesis to meet the antithesis
Knowing that there can be no synthesis here
No evolution
Without the creation of something
For nature to bang on like a child
A broken toy does not make a rainbow shine
But broken light ... O what beauty in it.
I am no combatant
For me the argument is only an art
Of what words we use to paint the heart
I believe there is a purpose to all things
I cannot see in an accidental moment
I believe in a great unseen
Calling us back ... after all the time we have been.
Fresh evergreens stand beside
A crisply clear slow moving brook
Reflections of minnows glitter
In the midday sun’s warm look
Bare branches began to don
The tiny green leaves of spring
Nature’s ring of promise encircles
The earth with an array of floral bling
Exquisite beauty peeks through
The smallest opening of vision
Rainbow colors expose themselves
As sky born hues made with precision
A willow tree has greened and
Tips to weep into the brook
Providing a sultry place for the
Mallards to create a safe nook
All eyes have rested upon a scene
A four by four swatch of land
Possessing a great beauty from the
Multi colored seas to its albacore sands
People are gardens of luscious fruits
Solely crafted by the master’s hand of grace
Like precious oil sticks of incense whose aromas
Rise, as Heavens Holy fire ignites our inner space
Burn Bright
With His light
Carole Cookie Arnold
2011
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