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Your eyes are orbs of light where untold secrets sleep,
they cut through darkness like arrows searching for lost light,
and in their depths gather loves and losses like rain in a cup,
unspoken stories burning silently, like embers beneath the wind's ash.
They seek hearts once open, now closed within their own silence,
reflecting dreams that do not die, but float like islands on seas of fire,
holding truths like pearls hidden in shells of shadow,
and letting slip only what the soul can bear without breaking.
Sometimes they cast a spark of disdain, a sharp cut of cold light,
other times they close, heavy with sleep, at the call of too deep a shadow,
but they awaken once more when hope steps again over the horizon,
and greet the dawn with a wisdom that cannot be learned.
Through the years, they bow only to truth, without masks, without lies,
for only the eyes can see to the end the sweetness and pain of love.
Only Seventeen
There you sit and wonder
red crushed velvet jacket
Swaying to the music
a ribbon in your hair
Gazing at the bad boys
sneakers torn and tattered
Smoking in the corner
you just can’t help but stare
Painted lips of crimson
trembling neath a smile
Daring inhibitions
in lies to free the chance
Make up formed seduction
shading builds the cleavage
Cautioned by your mother
seeds of hot romance
Silhouette desires
pearls drip your neckline
Sweetly blowing kisses
below the neon light
Can’t they hear your whispers
seeking merely favors
Nothing past tomorrow
for only but tonight
Drinking lemon water
vodka in your pocket
Fingers crossed and waiting
just hoping to be seen
Lonely minutes counting
stiletto heels are hurting
Could it be they’ve noticed
you’re only seventeen
Glistening like jewels,
Sparkling sapphires – twinkling topaz
Glittering garnet, radiant ruby
Dazzling danburite – elegant emerald
Fresh water pearls and a shimmering
So soothing, a gentle light…
Erasing the darkness of night,
Reminding the heart why there is
The moon in the sky, the starriest eyes
Vibrant, lively smiles – silencing
The doubt, wiping away the clouds
Coloring life with love so alive
This is the moment, the truth – pale
And warm, awaiting the chance to reveal
Hearts, souls – miracles that steal
Away the dread, the fears and tears –
Remembering to embrace the feelings
With joy that knows no despair,
Wonder that is a promise in the air…
Exciting the moments, elated with the hope,
Promise of laughter and sunshine,
Miracles who vibrate through the spirit
Awakening the memories of a childhood
Dream, a pleasant feeling – a sense of peace
Abiding on the inside of a whisper,
Silencing the darkest doubts, echoing
Inspirations, the muse of a heart who knows
Joy comes to those who believe…
Every jewel – every charm… is a crystal
Perfect moment when the stars quiet their
Glow so we on this earth can know…
It is love that glistens brighter than the snow!
* One of the first poems I ever wrote, a Couplet in lilting Iambic Tetrameter, (I posted a previous version a short time ago), and I t is the favorite poem of a dear friend of mine in Florida. She’s putting some of the lines on her memorial someday, slightly altered to be first-person - I am truly honored, but I’ve “tweaked” it now four times, and this time most of all. “Her” lines are still intact, and I pray she still finds the poem … her favorite. ?? *
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one night I stood and breathless, swooned
‘neath hems soft-sewn of twilight's wound
to dream and brood through what might be
should man dare skirr that sun-cloaked sea
and cast sweet hopes 'midst midnight’s sky
strung pearls on heav’n's bright bosom, ply
plunge, brave, that ocean's depths, serene
through star-vaults whirled and serpentine
heave-to, the boundless breadths of night
then plumb the maelstroms bathed in light
bring morning’s cheeks to warm and blush
then soothe the gloaming’s breath to hush
with angels, ‘pon those sands, we’ll dance
our prints placed deep, that great expanse
thus claimed, the shores, that sapphire fold
‘til hearts and stars, themselves ... are cold.
Copyright © 2017 / 2026 Gregory Richard Barden
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
Christmas comes early, the day has arrived.
I don’t need more presents; already have five.
We’re going to the grands for waffles and fruit,
spend time in their presence, so precious and cute.
The eldest, a bright one - that much is quite clear;
he loves to build things like a good engineer.
The next is a reader, devouring her books,
turning her pages in some quiet nook.
The middle one’s sweet and rough as they come;
she’ll give you a hug, poke your eye with her thumb.
The fourth is precocious, an inquisitive mind;
her world is an oyster with pearls there to find.
The last is the baby, but this kid is huge;
been walking for months, his words a deluge.
If asked, I respond that I don’t need a thing;
when you’re a grandparent, you’re rich as a king.
(Bang-e-Dra-114), Khitab Ba Jawanan-e-Islam.
These are Golden words by Dr Allama Iqbal.
Khatab Ba Jawanan-e-Islam
Address To The Muslim Youth.
In short, in words can I tell to you what were these desert men?
Holders, Keepers, Saviours, Adorners of what we call the world.
If I should draw the sketch aright limning the form in words,
The vision I’d draw would be better far than all your fancy paints.
There is no standard by which to judge Yours and your father’s worth.
You utter words but they did deeds. They roamed: you stay at home.
We have despoiled the inheritance that we from our fathers won.
The heaven from the zenith has dashed it down
And cast it on the ground. what is this weeping at ordered things
That it is the affair of a day? Except the help of all-certain law
The world has no other plan. but if those pearls of learning’s lore,
Those books our fathers wrote we see in Europe made scholar’s joy, The heart is rent with grief.
O Ghani*, behold the darkened day Kinan’s old man once knew,
That the light of his eyes to Zuleikha’s eyes might bring the brightness of sight.
Kalam e Iqbal Translated by Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
Come fluttering words, come drifting words to me . . .
Open my eyes to what I can’t see,
Their on the floor I found what was missing,
As I recall all the nights we spent kissing,
You ran out so fast and did not give me a chance,
I told you my heart and you just gave me a glance,
Now on the ground I spot are new fate,
A ring filled with pearls, I must be too late,
I just needed a moment to truly explain,
Instead you ran quickly into the pouring rain,
You spoke with passion, hunger and thirst,
I felt as though my heart would suddenly burst,
But then you enquired about me being your bride,
It caught me off guard like the evening tide,
Marriage is sacred to me my dear,
I cannot just say yes and have you disappear,
I know you are leaving early tomorrow,
And now I taste tears filled with such sorrow,
But I would have waited here for you,
For there is no one else I would want to pursue,
The nights hold our love like a candle with its fire,
Your touch is so precious my ultimate desire,
Please come back to me and make this right,
I will wait for you on this disastrous night,
Even the stars scream out my plea,
Floating through space and eternity,
I meant no such harm by the words I spoke,
They echo in mind as I simply choke,
Oh dreadful darkness have mercy on me,
Bring back the one who makes me happy,
I am left paralyzed in the silence of this night,
With just a symbol of our love to fill my hearts appetite,
If morning comes and you’re not back,
Nothing will fill this internal lack,
So I scream out to the crescent moon,
While Praying that you will come back here soon.
By Sabina Nicole
Date written: 7/25/11
"What is she thinking"
Solitude, the lonely word most people like to sidestep around. ~ quote by poet
I love the solitude that silences my doubts,
The solitude that blends with silence, like a song,
Breathing wonder into each thought,
Whispering light into each verse,
Gentling the nights with tenderness and hope.
I love the solitude that warms my spirit,
The solitude that lifts the darkness and prepares me,
For the trembling laughter of a happy ending,
Reflecting all that is honest, all that is beautiful,
All the joy that stirs up the poetry within my dreams.
I love the solitude that says to me… believe.
Believe in the colors God is painting on your heart,
Believe in the grace God is pouring on your soul,
Believe in the light God breaths into your nights,
Believe in the joy God brings to the story of your life.
I love the solitude that is soundless and defeats…
Every fear, each anxiety –
The solitude that brings hearts a moment of solace,
Deafening the noise of the cold, heartless world,
Erasing the darkness that overpowers all that I know.
I love the solitude that started with a blank canvas,
Added softest rose and pristine lilacs,
Peaceful cerulean and milky pearls, like gestures
Of light drenched in heaven’s mosaic of beautiful,
Signs of wonder blazing through the heart and soul.
Solitude, often feared by the hearts who shake,
At the revelations of a spiritual incredulity,
Spirits unburdened by doubts or dictations of tradition,
Spirits who can see past the endings, into the everlasting,
Where there abides a silent joy so secret, so stealthy…
This solitude is God’s gift, His blessing, to the heart who can hear,
Beneath the seas of impassioned tears,
A glorious melody of what it means to create the art,
That starts with that blank canvas and spreads light, fighting shadows,
All over the world where life seeks to be understood,
Where God’s voice can pass through the mind’s mysteries,
Into the spirit where we can worship, the way He intended worship to be.
1. The story started in sunshine on the sea shore
2. in reminiscent ambience like the French Riviera
3. where the colors of sunset were painting horizon.
4. When twilight merged with descending darkness of dusk
5. I saw your flashing figure, a fleeting deer, on the beach,
6. hair on air making charming lace on your face
7. blushing in serene grace in setting sun’s hued embrace.
8. The lasting picture I made into dream, I knew it could break.
9. That’s how my heart weaved love, and you … amorous tapestry
10. your sweet arms laid on an ardent pathway for me.
11. I saw it wind toward you as you paced in the wind,
12. a scene I’d seen in the mist of dream … I hadn’t missed.
13. The reverie came true when I slowly strode near you,
14. you let me hold your hands supple, how alluring they were
15. my mind felt … your love wasn’t the farthest one
16. for you were keen to lend your hand usher it in
17. from the waxing waves with the whispering wind
18. that broke the deafening silence between you and me
19. for we heard melody of romance in the air, in the heart
20. repeated again and again like the breaking waves,
21. the crests crowned by pearls pristine of the dancing sea.
22. In my own heart I could feel that you became only mine
23. so … together we could fly in the limpid sky of longing life.
24. At sundown hour like birds to the astral nest we’d return.
September 13, 2018
Poetic devices used in lines : 1. Alliteration, 2. Allusion, 3. Ambiguity, 4. Antithesis (also Alliteration), 5. Apposition (also Alliteration), 6. Assonance (also Consonance and Enjambment), 7. Consonance, 8. Dissonance (also Metaphor), 9. Ellipsis (also Enjambment), 10. Euphony (also Enjambment), 11. Homograph, 12. Homophone (also Ellipsis), 13. Internal Rhyme, 14. Inversion (also Enjambment), 15, Litote (also Ellipsis), 16. Metonymy (also Internal Rhyme), 17. Onomatopoeia (also Alliteration and Personification), 18. Oxymoron, 19. Parallelism (also Enjambment), 20. Tautology (also Simile), 21. Personification, 22. Pleonasm, 23. Metaphor (also Ellipsis and Alliteration), 24. Simile.
Written 22 September 2023 For :
No. 1242 New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Shadows
Shadows on dim cavernous walls
Are you just figments of the mind
Or reflections of realities
In the wake of the train of life
Pursuing its ever hectic course!
Sauntering shadows on the ground
Are you outlines of human frames
Given some curious shapes by light,
Projections of the inner self
Or renderings of human souls!
Wandering shadows in the air
Dancing eerie dances in line
Are you spirits of roaming souls
Warded off from staying in peace
Or stubborn ghosts at war with earth!
Amorphous shadows in heaven
You whom human eyes cannot view
Can you see us shed pearls for you
Or feel our yearnings to hear you
From wherever you may be perched!
Hovering shadows in the space
Can you glean what future forebodes
With colossal warming apace,
Whether a global massive flood
Is awaiting humanity
Or divine rule is near ahead!