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POTD 23rd June 2019
Maria Williams
Presents
Dance to Love
A tribute to my Dad, the late - Wilfred Forbes
She danced with wild abandon
she danced without a care
With sun kissed skin, her arms flung wide
Wild flowers everywhere
I chanced upon this secret glade
while walking early morn
A sacred aura surrounded it
a jewel in the dawn
A type of place where angels dwell
A place of Hopes and Dreams
A magic place of lush green plants
And sparkling bubbling streams
I drew back lest she saw me,
I dared not break the spell
Wild petals swirled around her
and to the ground they fell
Like homage to a Goddess
that she must surely be
For Gods to but gaze on
not mortals such as me
She twirled around so fast
I could barely see her feet
And even though I stood afar
I knew she gave off heat
When her tempo slowed right down
the air became quite chill
The Elements were but her slaves
she ordered them at will
I could have watched forever
so mesmerized was I
What would I give to dance with you?
I murmured with a sigh
To dance with wild abandon
with this Angel from above
A hundred birds would sing out loud
to watch us Dance To Love
by Maria Williams
This tribute is an enactment of a vision as told to us by our late Dad, which he maintained he witnessed as a young man.
He was an extraordinary orchestral musician and teacher to
some world greats.
He was accomplished in no less than 18 instruments, his favorites being the lead violin and xylophone (played with 8 hammers).
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POTD 23rd June 2019
Summer reading classes begins June through August this is a great fun way for the entire family to get involved enhancing students ability to stay focus preparing for the upcoming school year I adored summer reading we did Catholic School Stem and IB which gives the students entry levels into college courses student’s are giving book list to complete with reading assignments annotations after they complete the books fun fun fun summer classes are great ways to keep their credits for honors classes as well they can also study electives during the summer Spanish French including orchestral classes we chose orchestra classes theatre’s drama from Violins Cellos to Violas you can rent used Violas instruments this was fun ways to keep busy during Covid home schooling online classes in Florida students must have computers some sights opened up and issued computers to students spectrum was awesome they offered Wi-Fi internet connections helping students this year is going to be challenging for students who losses everything during the storms hurricanes are devastation for loss however Floridians we are resilient rebuilding helping recovering restoring getting a head start keeping students from falling behind keeping them soaring in any given situation start getting ready list early fine tune instruments freshening up on Spanish French other foreign languages preparation for college course school year will be here before we know and there could be more storms reading is perfect distraction from power outages don’t wait to summer to get your summer reading list for the summer classes many blessings to all our families student’s and staff
Leafy meadow
He lies her down
Defrocked from
Her summer gown
Bodies bronzing
In the blazing sun
Natures wanting
Scents will run
Exploration
As their hands caress
He gentles down
On her body, impress
She welcomes her love
Through her gates of bliss
In this place of colour
Kiss after kiss
Their sweat-ed dew
In the sun glistens
Natures audience
Warmly listens
A gentle breeze
As the plant life sways
Like the rhythmic action
On her he lays
Orchestral sounds
Echo their all
Moans and groans
Their loving vocal
They sigh in tandem
Sharing each other
Collapsing in cuddle
In this lea of clover
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love2.php
Written: August 28, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Joseph May
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building celestial diamond — eolith fog glamor
yet not every flame is meant to last
there were no sacred vows, oaths, or clamor
just the gentle whisper of a love we outgrew
amber breezes carry dancing embers
not every farewell requires a curtain drawn
ruby leaves drift slowly, tracing days' tempers
while breeze sings dulcet songs on the worn trees
kindling leaves mumbled nostalgia’s orchestral pulse
akin to the gentle blinking of newborn stars
the harvest moon glows with ancestral impulse
casting shadows shaped such as memories
fallen gold blends with ivory joy
where owls sing hymns in a minor key
hope flickers in the silence of every decoy
as roots hold secrets only the night can view
the rope was
at least
twenty
five
feet and mine
fifty eight but
the slack
makes
me think that
miss calculation
was made and being
afraid of
losing her
i pull to pull
her up but
there is no
weight so afraid
i afraidly wait and
then pull a little
to pick up
her
and at that
exact moment
in time
timing her assent
the umbilical
cord
has turned
onto into the staff
of a chord accordingly
to the composer's
ear perhaps
sounding
like something
that has gone
extinct and is
dying
but not
knows why
so the
orchestral
score shows
me in
cat years
three out of
nine
and so
with four
more
to go i
think i will
live in
a city in
Ecuador
Form:
I love to wander
amongst meadows and fields,
the sky's like blue satin
the lake's like a sheet.
The air's pleasantly cool,
as birds chirp and glide
and crickets, as is their wont
invent an orchestral chant.
There in a bower
two young lovers meet,
their arms are entwined
in a sweet embrace,
and quickly the sweethearts
with a lingering amorous kiss
seal their secret loving retreat.
Bells suddenly summon
a flock of white sheep,
I dare not count them
Afraid I'd go to sleep.
The spring is still gushing,
thin reeds in abundance
on the uneven edge.
Serenity surrounds me
All's beauty and grace
For Lord, you are everywhere
Giving us hope and care.
Listen to the orchestral tune,
The sea sings its song as the ship moves along,
Serenading to the silvery moon.
The wind swishes and whooshes, humming its song,
As it wings on its winding way.
The strings of the stays strum along,
As the ship does its swing and a sway.
The wake bubbles aft,
The peak slams a beat like a retreat,
While the wake works up a cadence with the turn of the shaft.
The sea, a grand orchestra plays,
Its symphony so wild and free,
A melody of sights and sounds,
Nature's grand symphony.
Loose blocks beat a tattooed rhythm,
As the ship moves through the night,
The boats creaking at the davits,
Add to the sounds that ignite.
The thrum of the engines, constant and low,
Adds bass to the sea's melody,
While the pings of the sonar, high and fast,
Make the perfect harmony.
Tolling of the ship's bell, clear and strong,
Joining the choir with glee,
And the bellow of the foghorn loud and long,
A trumpet of the sea.
Flurry of seamen, busy and bright,
Adds to the orchestra's play,
As howling winds and banshee screams,
Compete with the symphony at bay.
Listen to the orchestral tune,
The sea sings its song as the ship moves along,
Serenading to the silvery moon,
The strings of the stays strum along.
As the orchestra plays, the ship moves on,
In a grand symphony of the sea,
Nature's beauty on full display,
A breathtaking sight to see.
~kcm
14 Apr 2023
She exits the shower
As i towel her down
Her long blond hair
Skin so brown
With her back to me
In masterly strokes
Every part i caress
Her wanting stokes
She takes my hands
To her breasts she cups
Our torso's close
In standing up
She bares her nape
Invites me to kiss
As my blood responds
To my manly bliss
This path of passion
We tenderly follow
Our bodies racing
As we lovingly wallow
We lie on the bed
Two adventurers in roam
Exploring new worlds
To eventually find home
Sensual finds
As they make their way
A pillar of strength
Through a secret gate plays
Curvaceous mounds
With pert like cairns
Forested grasses
Wonderment stare
Through the open gate
In this warm moist land
Signals in sync
As we read our commands
In movement so tender
With sighs and groans
Between the V
As he's welcomed home
In rhythmic rhyme
Their music plays
Notes are hit
In orchestral display
Kisses shared
Bodies slide
Hearts content
In sensual glide
Eruption emits
His lava flow
Tanned maiden
Golden glow
Orgasmic glands
Climax embrace
In their world of love
This two have graced
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love4.php
Cobblestone Echoes
by Odin Roark
Ancient stone
keeper of darkness
of auras reaped from high seas
vast is your harvest
from earth rumblings beset by molten tears
to charred obsidian made hard
glass reflecting where primates once clamored upon
From paws a running
sniffed calloused drippings in peril
where sandal swathed footsteps
dodged blade and spear
as wash water dumped from high
added slippery footing for predators ever lustful
ever hungry
ever historic
Now the high noon of modern life
the wonder among your melodies
amidst recent fabrications emulating your path
you the wrinkled skin spirit of ancient masons
who served sun-baked feasts
from the past of pasts
Alas…
Genuine micro-canyons of irrigated seed and drift
send the spirits aloft from once grasses high
reminding us that while calendars may crumble
time’s enduring stone of old remains original
transcending the language of vowel and consonant
acknowledging the reach of sentient eye to eye
the whispered caress beneath a Nike sole
sharing the tongues of old
echoing the murmurs of weary travelers
the severed limbs of warriors
the rivers of plasma-red passion
polishing fossils within
within
within
Yet many choose faking Nature’s setting
even making ready counterfeit copies
to pacify the blind living without preference
massaging serpentine monsters of ignorance
whose Gucci laced feet now prance upon this facsimile
sold as make-believe
glittering’s bondage
hidden in fakery
having not a clue of the Carthaginians
or Mediterranean isles of blood and sweat
from whence it all came
For like Rodeo Drive’s cobblestone plazas
where modern celebrity prisons of today
masquerade as credible reality for borrowed tomorrows
knockoff décor identity everlasting
unaware their own history
reaches inevitable fade out
may never know the hidden messages
Perhaps…
The subtle cacophony of shadow and whisper
cobblestone’s enigmatic infernal
made orchestral for those who can hear
those who dare see through the darkness
those who can be moved and touched by
shadowed silence protected with truth
will experience the magic
How few seem to hear the deafening message
Strains of notes shuttle me back
to my grandfather’s makeshift -fort
crammed with songbooks, bows, and pipes.
Here, we would empty our shoulders
from a rough sail;
he scattering fiddle tunes on painted halls--
his eyes half-closed ,melting the noise
of an anxious world, of teary wrongs.
‘Bathe in night's luster ’ he mused,
smitten by some Gerhwin's refrains...
and my rubber spine would bend with
violin strings weeping till we drowned
in trusses of orchestral magic...
Sometime in fall, dirge of nightfall exhumed
his lust for old charm...
and my eyes fall on the moat of vagueness ,
lost in the maize of this space
utterly cold.damp. unsung,
plucking his strings so hastily uninvited.