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To Timothy Lee, the best of me
It lifts my own lips whenever I see you smile.
Your joy phrased smiles radiate heart gems I treasure
for endless sweetness value in love kissed measure.
Your mood grips my grin whenever I see you smile.
Such pure cheer takes me in a delightful rush hold
of sweetheart clasp to grasp anew your spirit’s mold.
Brightly my face beams whenever I see you smile.
I cannot resist your sincere looks of happy
or hooking them to romantic curls of sappy.
My happy flaunts style whenever I see you smile.
Your glad grin inspires cheery tones in my heart’s home
where smiles feed love like sweet completes a honeycomb.
In the womb of the atmosphere of the heavens'
on-look enclave.
I am a clade that is made of carbon's reflex of.
diamond look timing light of spirit inlay,
a bolted word en-phrase.
I am the world's new living ray.
An incidental love sent from a crystal clear font
of nora burst in the key of harmonics, the colour of.
thirsts.
In a word, the symbol is a key
of the beginning's
re-circled in verse.
In the womb of the sky ,
"in the charms of your moons satellite eye".
Clad in a cube of atoms
that is a symbol of the light within righteous
"I" forged.
A dressed blessed stage
of creation greenroom at the face
of a celestial gated shift of -phase,phrased-
space non-adrift, but posed to poise to pose to.
propose.
Held, Aloft between two points in vantage,
in placed at unique frequency of Matters diode
in Sentile state of blessed mode.
*** In Simple Lines Poeetry Comes ***
(“You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life…” Walt Whit an, “Leaves of Grass”)
My lines —
My life…
Riding moments,
Raising poetry
Like Beauty feels
Glorious
As Mother Nature is — when her winter here ends —
Brought on to her time of re-birth —
Sprouting life on toward the sun
From and within layers of earth
As Springtime’s newest whimsies grow
Dew-tipped on all and dawn vibrant ‘tho ephemeral…
Words of import
In simple combinations
Phrased memories come
To waves of fields of grass —
With their repeated reciting
Of Poetry’s honored lines’ past
And then, in sequenced words,
Time has amassed
The little aspects of me —
Presented and quite apt for pennings of similes,
Or for drawing on some imagery —
In my heart —
My simple lines were found
Stemming from radiant peace
Or ardent hours,
With persistence versing inspirations
Into my simple lines.
With all attention closely given
To reverberating echoes of a quintessential metaphor
From melodies ‘oft playing unnoticed in the air
Always
Some distance from just so close
By the fields of Spring’s fresh grasses —
Lyric-tipped all
Invite…Await
Wandering poets with thirsty pens.
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(c) sally young eslinger 1/21/2023
Thanks be to God…
RAIN OF RAYS
A
certainty of
precision
aspirations
in
a
phrased curve
sidereal
freed
from
vibrations
appropriate
& equivocal
to
facilitate
autonomous contours
a
seductive motif
obscure
consecrated
in the
aesthete
sensibility
an ephemeral proclivity
phases&
scales
of tension
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
"Acts of random kindness," is currently a catch phrased being promoted both on conventual as social media. Other popular phrase are, "neighbor helping neighbor, helping hands and we are all in this together." Sounds like it is popular today for secular culture to be following in the foot steps of Jesus Christ.
He told his faithful flowers to be kind and gentle to one another. His famous new commandment, "Love one another as I have first loved you." And, "Love you your neighbor as yourself." He instructed his followers to kind and generous to those in need.
Jesus Christ was against sexual, race and social barriers. Frequently running into conflict with both the religious and specular. He was a social revolutionary. He wanted to change the cultural norms of his day. And create a better and more humane society and world to live in. Would he believe in Black Lives Matter? Absolutely! He was very vocal about racial injustice in any form. Would he join peaceful protests! Absolutely and he would lead them himself.
Would he stop landlords from evicting widows and orphans? Of course he would. Would he forgive a man or a woman caught in the acts of adultery? Of course he would with the admonition.
"Woman where are your accusers? She replied no where at all. "Neither do I condemn you go and sin no more."
Jesus Christ not only had the power to heal people. He had the authority to forgive them as well. Frequently healing on the Jewish Sabbath Day. Jesus Christ committed several acts of random kindness contained in the four gospels of the Holy Bible. Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. I highly recommend reading the Bible for yourselves beginning with the gospel of John.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 12, 2020
Fellow poets, when you write, you put down words, of fact or fiction.
With conscious thought you select letters to make words in diction
Words strung together in rhyme, pearls of wisdom, marking the time
You create the thought, the flow,you're painting pictures as you go.
What would you say if I told you, it's all a lie, Shakespeare never existed
His works arrived by chance, perfectly phrased, not tongue tied, or twisted
Letters assembled themselves into words, then words in perfect succession
Formed themselves into rhyming sentences eloquently said in progression.
DaVinci too didn't exist, he's just a figment of some wild imagination
Mona Lisa was only a chance meeting of paint and canvas in congregation
There was no artist, with stylized strokes of brushes and pens in harmony
Ink and paint just flowing freely, creating their own masterpieces randomly.
You wouldn't believe it if I told you, because you know it's just not true
But when they tell you God doesn't exist, what do you think, or do?
Some say that life evolved by a chance meeting of cells and molecules
Natural selection, started chaotically forming an organic cosmic soup.
Does that make sense when you see the beauty and artistry all around
In the sunsets, oceans, lands and seas, where life teems and abounds
The universe with a complexity of it's own, a cosmic timepiece of majesty
Saying order comes from chaos, is a disgrace to the Artist, a real travesty.
When an artist paints a sunset he is just copying what he sees with his eyes
It's not an original work, but he signs it anyway, maybe he doesn't realize.
The complexity and order in life should tell you we were fashioned by design
Faith in the Designer comes not by chance, but by choice, read the signs.
John Derek Hamilton November 20, 2015
"MARRY ME" -- The Sweethearts Valentine Candy
I write with passion in every line,
A poet bleeding words, in black and white
Elegant, like a fine glass of red wine.
I SIT!
I LAY!
I LOOK INTO YOUR KNIGHTLY EYES!
Pearly paper I unwrap the magazine
I switch the lights to read
Gently I kiss you on the cheek
Tonight my diary reads, LOVE
I walked away, bathing for the night
A beautiful purple Amethyst diary on the nightstand.
The unthinkable; -O' you opened to read
Page 1 - 50 dramatic, and set
You skipped on over to the day we met.
Page 88
Once I was lost in the twilight
Then I magically found a box of invisible light
There you stood like a diamond ring;
Suddenly my heart began to sing
Your love was more than the beauty that spawned from your soul
Fair and cold like winter blues
January stars following my every move
I treasure every moment we spend like my mother’s cameo
I lifted our memories and time framed them like yesterday
A vintage picture, no one can erase or take away.
Page 55
You skipped back and, opened a page that spoke about my broken dreams.
Page 66
Smeared cobalt words in every line (CRYING)
Page 77
Sapphire Glamour of fancy words
Phrased that I finally found my amulet
He will protect me with unspeakable powers.
Page 99
Moonstone & Opal = 4ever
My white shiny Pearl, listen to me whatever
SLAMMING the diary shut!!
A piece of paper fell, and you bent over to pick it up.
Your heart skips ---- (when you read your name)
Dear Diary!
The roads ahead are full of bumps and screams.
I will continue to open every door until I find my dreams.
My sweetest love, soon will come,
May he never dares to change me like the seasons.
My sweetest love, soon will come
Together well enjoy life and respect its reasons.
A sexy man!!
Will come and intrude the glossary of my life!
My sweetest love, soon will come
One day to make me his wife
Today I will write and smile about love
Page 111
I have no shame in asking the man who stops
By to sneak a peek and read my diary once a week
Will You MARRY ME????
There is a hidden story here,
wordings in the lines of a book that openly appear
well-worn images cleared
along paths and byways out of stagnation,
birth life experiences out of the shadows of creation
marked by words and phrases, filled within blank spaces
holding time in all its places,
imaginings real and vague,
too easily erased by respite, consternation, aged oasis.
The word streams up and down the page gathered together
in paragraphs and sentences, uneasily phrased
chapters to be told but never quite heard,
lives lived sad and happy within the written word,
addressing all the hows and whys
the wherefores brave and bold
life once delicate, innocent, foolish with intent, pure and pristine
held silent by images of unimaginable aging in the unforeseen.
A mistake taken and made quickened faulty steps
out of shadows, dark consuming, mesmerizing desires inept,
companions, friends, partners , dreamers, schemers, and lovers
searching for the futures waiting to be discovered,
paying tokens, worship of ancestral icons,
love's fool hearty titans, sublime and divine
to the body electric, solemn, serious, serene,
pleasurable by design.
Solemn prayers vocalized by the heart
beating in unison panicked when distant or apart
relaying the story of where love ends and where it starts,
blended, bonded, separated by passion, the moment on display played
unawares and barely assured of how long the magic alures.
or could have stayed lingering thought in the want and need
of where it once was made, all finely focused on life's grand parade.
The story is often sad but true
lovers, unfortunate in youth, emotional fools without a clue
knowing that all hope and dreams are learned better out of school
that truth, deception, and lie form both pleasure and sin
walling up the mind and soul from down deep within,
the story rolls out in a plot of twists and turns
and all, in the end, get burned.
Here the story, silently it may lay
placed hidden on a dusty shelf well-worn and frayed
unopened, unheard, and yet retold
so like the stories generations old,
over and over again by companions, family, relatives,
the lovers and the friends.
Blue collar school,
Blue collar play,
Blue collar children,
Blue collar praise,
Blue collar words,
Blue collar phrased,
Blue collar work,
Blue collar pay,
Blue collar union,
Blue collar say,
Blue collar terraced,
Blue collar glazed,
Blue collar town,
Blue collar ways,
Blue collar nights,
Blue collar days,
Blue collar skies,
Blue collar greys.
White collar night school,
White collar college days,
White collar degree,
White collar knowledge pays,
White collar nine-to-five,
White collar maze,
White collar union,
White collar raise,
White collar semi,
White collar double glazed,
White collar mowed lawn,
White collar baize,
White collar supper time,
White collar bordelaise,
White collar children,
White collar praise,
While collar world,
White collar haze.
Blue Collar, White Collar,
Whatever we might say,
We can’t forget those Blue collar days,
We can’t change all our Blue collar ways.
read me
an unapologetic ache...
~ the bride of poetry
crowned by the villanelle veins
of vermilion veneration ~
married to the moon-warmed meraki
of mesmeric metaphors
surrendering in selflessness
to electric elements
sprinkled like romanticized mist
onto lyrical lips
musing within the bouquet
of blazing betrothal
dreaming down
the altar of musical alphabets
I am the ghost of a euphonious rose
veiled in versed vows
clothed in crimson credence
emblazoned with embers
in exquisite euphoria
love knows the syntax of soul’s line
as syllables of sparks synchronize
paper promises
grammatically guiltless
tweaked thread of our truth
within this origami heart ~
wedded to warm
sea-deep blue breeze
of woven whimsicality...
intoxicated ~ infatuated ~ invigorated
by the rhythm of rhyme
whilst arteries of twilight
inhale this undeniable union
breathing deliriously
amidst affectionate adjectives…
we are the destined desire
~ the blushing bride
and the burning ballad ~
phrased with fervent filaments
for I am sworn to the pulse of ink,
a poetic fidelity, forevermore…