Long Pearl Poems
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My ABC Poem
Above the highest mountain
Beyond the distant sky
Christ's servants
Deliver blessings
Even to those who cheat and lie
Falling from grace
Grieves the Savior's heart
In prayer we can find forgiveness
Joy, to us God will impart
Kindness is the answer
Love extend to both friend and foe
Mercies unending
Now is the time to sow
Only seeds that deepen faith
Pearl of great price we can know
Question not God's wisdom
Respond to His Way and Control
Spend time in His Word
Treasure your moments with Him alone
Under no circumstance
Venture without the Sword of the Spirit
When you walk through the door of your home
X Commandments obey
Your Lord make your top priority
Zealously surrender all in return for a life of eternity
inspirations by Joan Donnelly Ellis Sept. 29 2015
I Could Sit Here”
I could walk along this sandy shore.
Crashing waves to and fro.
Sandpipers chirping,
Seagulls circling,
White sails sailing.
I could sit here for a while.
I could hike this rocky trail.
Relish the splendor of snowcapped peaks
Bathe in an icy brook
Cast a line without a fly
Bull elk braying in the meadow below
I could sit here for a while
I could lie in this meadow of green,
As Meadowlarks sing their prairie songs.
Powder-puff clouds away up high.
A Light breeze cools my brow.
Golden sunset paints the sky.
I could sit here for a while.
I could swing you to and fro
Watch you glide up to the sky.
Your gleeful laughter makes me high.
You are the sunshine in my eye,
The brightest pearl in my life.
I could sit here for a while.
There is no sin but ignorance. (Christopher Marlowe)
Sin is the failure of an imperfectly made being to keep a perfect law. (Matthew Pearl-"The Dante Club")
ASSUMPTION:
Sin does not exist
Until or unless
It is publicized.
PRESUMPTION:
Public scandal
Is what makes
A sinful act offensive.
QUESTION:
Is sin in silence
Still a sin?
DISCOURSE:
There was a time
When virtue was its own reward,
But, over the course
Of human interaction,
That concept seems to have
Acquired a variety
Of different interpretations,
As well as to have suffered
A noticeable decrease in value
As well as in popularity.
To sin is still,
And always will be,
A human prerogative,
But to keep it a secret,
Nowadays,
Is practically impossible.
CONCLUSION:
At all levels of society,
Too many have learned,
Too well,
The art of removing scruples,
The science of loosening the bonds
Of human conscience,
And have convinced themselves
That sin in silence
Is not a sin at all.
"Birth of Venus"
The yo yo
bleeds and bends
a life haunted by ghouls
green nymphs
blowing pixie dust
kissing bottom
a donkey’s soul
tight rope walkin' -
all for love
trust
is the pill
swallowed
suspension;
addiction,
the lies laid
believed in cut perfection
the trapeze drop
plays purple rain
prisoners
seeking sanity
the windows close
out the world
eventually
what lives in sleep
comes to collect you
flame throwing its creed
sparkling angels
drag their smiles
fresh scarlet stilettos
legion
playing
violins
Botticelli reaches
for his pearl
rising from a new ocean
naked virtue
clean living
on a clam shell
birth of Venus
eyes smiling
irreverently
not a word
spoken
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Ison"/Sevdaliza
https://youtu.be/znV9KDsNtXY
pixie dust/angel dust/purple rain.
Bottom/Midsummer Nights Dream.
Botticelli/Birth of Venus.
https://www.widewalls.ch/magazine/the-birth-of-venus-botticelli-painting
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nick_Bottom
Winter’s beautiful season is like frozen pearls in white
Tree branches coated in frozen sleet glow at night
Some have the courage to embrace the storms of life
While some are fearful of traveling during winter’s plight
Rivers appear as beautiful frozen mirrors of glass
A sight to admire but best to try to not try to pass
Red cardinals perched on frozen tree branches
Singing the mating calls waiting for their chances
The sun warms and melts the ice-covered streets
Some embrace it as they walk outside in cleats
The bitter winter wind sometimes howls and sings
As the snow blizzard brings a white purity to things
Midwinter is an adventure for many who love to be
Out in the fresh air ice fishing or learning to ski
Snowmobilers pray for a nice huge snowstorm
To ride the trails for fun while still staying warm
Poetry Wheel Challenge:
Theme: Adventure
Emotion: Courage
Color: Pearl
Season: Midwinter
Form: Ode
Object: Mirror
Verb: Sing
Created using the PoetrySoup Poetry Wheel.
The sparkling dawn lighted up my heart’s horizon,
spread the sunburst colors of yearning
on the fervent garden blooming with my love,
swathing the facsimile of your florid face.
The patina of rose flushed your cheeks,
glittering with the grandeur of charismatic petals.
Rhapsody wind blew in the meadow of my heart,
as you became mine, I floated in the air of euphoria.
In the valley of my mind contoured by desire,
I carved the channel of longing to reach you.
The fervid cloud of craving melted in a torrent,
made my limitless love a cascading river I swam.
Flowing with the current of your charming allure,
my emotions soared high to your moonlit sky,
where my love weaved the enticing lattice of stars,
draping my heart with enchanting tinsels I preserved.
Your alluring footprints I traced,
whenever I felt void and alone in the dark wasteland,
you raised for me the scarlet sun of hope,
my love shined like golden cloud in gorgeous dawn sky.
When my garden was drenched by the eventide hue,
I saw your beauty blossom in my alluring arms.
The sapphire patina of the unfurling iris buds
glistened in your eyes with the lilting luster of love.
A tiny drop of joyful tear in the corner of your eye
gleamed like the luring pearl of shimmering dew,
reflected the radiant flicker of yearning of my heart,
the view took me to the edge of the stalled time.
In midsummer mystique night I took you
through the moondust mist to the dulcet sea shore.
Tuning my pulsating heart with sapphire rhythm of waves,
I placed on your arms a bouquet and me.
With the melody of the whistling flute of zephyr,
and the mesmeric music of the rolling waves,
I composed the lyric of my love resonating for you
with my yearning that imaged my dreams in your eyes.
In my journey across the undulating terrain of life,
through the blizzard in the winter of despair,
and along the valley of flowers in the spring of delight,
by my side I find you, my wife, the precious gift of God.
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March 7, 2023
Contest : For You, Love
Sponsored by : Regina Mcntosh
People often get stuck on what to call their fish
and in many cases come up with ridiculous things.
They imagine some kind of greatness, attached to
naming, and they name them Moby, or Jaws, or Hannibal.
Some are poetic and flowing like water- Eulalie
or Aolani( Ay-o-lawn-ee) which means "Heavenly Cloud."
Some joke, and call them Sushi or Chips
which no self respecting pet suspects the meaning of …..
or, they invoke nature -with
Bubbles, Starlight or Pearl.
There was a puffer fish named Toto that became
a small attraction at a resort turtle pool
Beside a path of yellow stone he would surface -
squirt a perfect stream of water from his mouth
to the surprise and delight of passing tourists
daily upstaging resident sea turtles.
I write a message in the rain drenched sand
I scrawl my words with trembling fingers
I appeal to him with my thoughts
And he listens to my prayers
He says, I am his child
My whole life he has planned for me
He is part of my heart and soul
An exquisite shining pearl
And like a fisherman gathering his net
He gathers his children to him
His love has no bounds
He is the inspiration for my poetry
A light showing the way
I write a message in the rain drenched sand
I scrawl my words in the wet
While he holds my trembling hand
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August 27, 2012
Poetry/Verse/In the Rain Drenched Sand
Copyright Protected, ID 09-415-628-27
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Inspired by the poem Premier Contest, In The Palm Of His Hand
By Vienna Bombardieri, NA, Judged 09/2012
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Written for the Standard Copy Cat,
Sponsor, Joann Grisetti, Judged 08/27/2012
Fourth Place
“Grief is like the ocean. The waves ebb and flow. Sometimes the water is calm. Other times it's turbulent. In order to survive, I had to learn to swim. In moments when I struggled with massive waves of grief, I rode it out.”
Dana Arcuri
When the pearl moon is sinking
and the sea dreams in silence,
when the skies reflect
the sunrise within sighs,
I close my eyes and unlock
my grieving heart.
There, your sincere smile glows
like a string of golden pearls,
and your song, an echoing melody,
while jasmine rain croons
into the mourning mists.
And I whisper to the stars:
show me what it's like in heaven,
where angels and fairies
sway to your vanilla laughter,
for I am still healing from
the shadows of your demise.
I remember,
I was a teenage tempest
dressed in crusts of raven,
but you saw
unicorns and butterflies
soaring above
whirling waves of angst.
and wove my darkness
with acrylic glitter.
You were the antidote
to my bleeding ink.
you were the sakura spring
among my tattered twigs,
you watched me laugh
into the gothic duskiness.
Somehow seeking fireflies
within my summer maze,
did illuminate your weathered time,
like rainbow roses,
engrossed in emerald empathy.
You always knew the
right phrase to rhyme,
subtle syllables to
write every wrong.
You were my comfort
on lonely days.
The uncle, I cherish,
so young and charismatic…
Orchids in your
orchard still sprout~
flaunting their colors
in your mauve memory,
and your seraphic aura lingers
as the magnetic essence
of eternal warmth.
Now I am draped in
mementos and euphonious wind-chimes,
emanating the fragrance
of evergreen grass and soulful sunflowers.
Someday, I will find my way
to your empyrean home,
where you reside in poetry and affection…
I am one breathtaking moment, I am heartbreak, I am lost and alone
I am one raindrop, or a flowering rose, a distant star, or a meadow lark
Or a dark cloud that hovers on the horizon
I am memories from a long ago childhood, and I am many tears and deep sorrow
I am rainbows and seasons, and a reason to sing a love song
I tell a story, share some laughter, feel the glory
I am all the colors of our world, I am disappointment, or a pearl
I am all races, all creeds, the scattering of seeds and words unfurled into the light
I am all the hurt, all the anger, all the joy, all the love
I am all who believe in God above, and all who doubt
I laugh, and sing, and wail and shout, I show devotion, unleash emotion
I lay stepping stones to healing, renew by sharing feelings
I am a few unbroken rules, a few enchanting jewels, an ember, a spark
I am a poem.........and........I have a heart
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Written 12/22/2010