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Fall softly, wee one, here ... fall softly
to your repose, drift the dark like a
feather! You are perfection, defined,
utterly and sublimely unique, your
Nascency like no other! Oh, countless
of your kind - yes, only the stars
themselves can avail your plenitude,
yet so exquisitely 'sui generis'! Fiery,
Brilliant, prismatic, birthed in perfectly
chiseled features ... dancing, soaring,
fanciful, true! You wink at me, flirting
coyly, (as others, but you're mine!) ...
I draw closer with every flutter, clouds
parting just enough for the moon to
peek through, as if they know how
beautiful you are, and how shameful
That such as you should die unseen
in the night ... alone. But alas, it is
my love for you that seals your fate,
and this long, dark, immaculate dance -
Your life's embers and intent - comes
gently to rest in my palm, and there,
in the warmth of my glove, you die ...
silently, tenderly, beautifully perfect ...
Snowflake.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Strand Choice T, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Embers And Snowflakes" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausen, Judge & Sponsor.
MY HEART IS FULL
My heart is full of joy also, tears
Carrying carefully years after years.
Though off and on forgetfulness clears,
My heart is full in brim up to brink.
My heart holds blessed bounty of treasure.
Happy happenings powering pleasure.
Yet latent lamentation to measure.
My heart is full, conscience to link.
My heart beats throb to achieve, to access
Dedicating devoting for success.
Yet failure to endure much not so less.
My heart is full, yet so much to think.
Heart loves to feel and feels to be loved.
Passion surging not to keep reserved.
Amorous flows wish to be observed.
Page of heart written by emotive ink.
Heart loaded with events set in series
Some recorded, glowing in sweet memories.
Some stored as deep scars with rues and worries.
Yet full heart possessing desires to drink.
Reaching last phase zest and zeal to delete.
Works and responsibilities complete.
Heart still in plenitude not obsolete.
Ultimate quietude as last breath to sink.
09/13/2019
Eighth Place
'MY HEART IS FULL' Contest by Cindi Rockwell
Written in tribute to William Wordsworths 'Daffodils'
Earth’s mantle slowly turns from white to green
As born of winter’s womb new life begins
Shoots grow, restoring colours to the scene
To herald Mother Earth’s awakening,
Who on arising casts off winter’s throw
Enlivened by the warmth of the sun’s first glow
Her wakening is welcomed by the trees
Who’ve stood for so long bleak against the sky
They feel her sweet caress within the breeze
That spirals ‘tween each branch as she goes by,
Boughs which once were barren, cold, and grey
Now blossom, as within her arms they lay.
The plenitude of Mother Earth abounds
As nature’s kisses fall in April showers
Rejuvenating seeds, laying dormant underground
Bringing forth a myriad of blossoming flowers,
Land once covered by a veil of white
Is now a mass of colour, fresh and bright
Fields and woodland brim with new creation
Who give thanks to Mother Earth for all her gifts,
Birds upon the wing sing exultations
As winter’s deep depression finally lifts
The last remaining shadows, eclipsed now by the sun
A sonorous proclamation that spring, at last, has come.
"Plenitude"
a full circle
centre point
the dream, it
swiftly approaches
through storms
walking on oceans
like devotion
bare feet take
glass surfaces
breaking
the vigil
for the mirror bleed
part of the waking
vessel displacement
passing over rough seas
through fiery
St Elmo tempest
glides Witchfire
on the wings
of an albatross angel
like mariner mystery
delivered
through
labyrinthine
forests reflecting
great depth
from the deepening
symbols like music
Hymn believed
to be seen
the way lit
by St David’s
candles
pinions stretched
like great alms
in the genuflect
a swollen offering
the breath billows
to tranquil tempest
leviathan
brought to its knees
gifted in the anointed reprieve
here the feeding
to undertow
inessential
the shallows
dissolving
in higher vibration
a full circle
centre point
the dream closes
a small sleep
then upon
mortal coil shuffling
the scales
weighed and shed
a new time of rising
a new time of waking
the fast broken
forget hesitation
take in the lost
words like wafers to host
on tongues never spoken
reprieve
plenitude
peace
the incomplete
complete
the circle not broken
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
From Adam and Eve to 8 billion people
What a wave from just a ripple
Finally claim is laid on all lands
Does it mean more brains and hands
To have all done and much made
And still have many with whom to trade?
To be fruitful and multiply
The present day does testify
Will this gain be a pain
Will the earth bring forth enough to sustain
Only until we put to the test
Why scarcity in the east and waste in the west
Nations and armies glory in the multitude
To work, build and amass into plenitude
The more the merrier for the meaning of unity
Their terror to the adversary is almost immunity
But none of these recall while in their droves
How the Lord's time and chance shoves
Long live and many descendants
Is to us great blessing and to God many remnants
May the increase of the earth fold as we are
May the testimony of our lives ring near and far
For God's Will is not in any way made somber
If faith is found in the hearts of this much a number
K. Muitherero
As idades do ser humano
A primeira idade foi aquela da servidão dos escravos;
a segunda idade da dependência filial
a terceira será a da plenitude da inteligência,
será a idade da liberdade e do empreendedorismo.
O temor caracterizou a primeira idade;
a fé, a segunda;
a
caridade e o compartilhamento
marcará a terceira idade.
A primeira idade deu urtigas;
a segunda idade ainda dá rosas,
a terceira idade
terceiro dará lírios e orquídeas.
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—The Heresy of Light—
Before light, there was no darkness—
only the fathomless unarticulated,
where neither here nor elsewhere
had yet divided the infinite.
Then one photon,
an infinitesimal apostate of the void,
crossed the primordial silence—
and existence acquired
its first distinction.
Here.
Beyond it:
Elsewhere.
Thus distance was born,
and time, that patient devourer,
received its first wound.
A star kindled.
The universe became capable
of remembering itself.
We named this creation.
Perhaps it was the first betrayal
of the invisible.
For ever since,
we have mistaken the name
for the thing named:
we call a mountain mountain
and think we have contained its immensity;
a flower flower
and mistake taxonomy for perfume;
we draw constellations through ancient fires
and praise ourselves for discovering
what the heavens never inscribed.
Yet the unseen is not emptiness.
It is plenitude exceeding apprehension—
reality overflowing
the narrow vessel of the perceiver.
Even love refuses our jurisdiction.
Learn the beloved's face,
the genealogy of every scar,
the cadence of every silence—
and still, when that face withdraws,
there remains an inward country
to which knowledge has no road.
Perhaps this is the secret wound of absence:
presence gives the senses an object;
absence reveals
that the beloved was never an object
to begin with.
And death—
what if gone means only
beyond the jurisdiction of sight?
A star may perish
before its radiance reaches us;
yet centuries after its furnace is ash,
its last light enters a living eye.
So extinction is not necessarily silence.
What has ceased to burn
may yet arrive.
What has become dust
may remain luminous in consequence.
We are, perhaps,
the afterlife of vanished fires.
Therefore, when my own light falters,
do not say I have entered darkness.
Say only:
he has crossed beyond
the vocabulary of sight.
For darkness was never light's opposite.
It was the immeasurable
within which light,
having committed its first heresy,
was still learning
what it meant
to be seen.
EMERALD BEAUTY
Mother Earth under cerulean sky
dressed in green foliage with lush verdure,
leafy vegetation and feral bottle green bushes matching with
glossy green grass in big mass growing in mirth.
Clad in olive green gown you were stepping down
from verdant valley to pastoral field,
harmonizing with viridescent panorama.
Your glimmering attire allured my dreamy dormant desire.
I listened to my rapid heart beats becoming faster.
I hastened to meet and address you but wobbling opposed.
Pearly passion entirely on confusion cascaded in plenitude,
resonating in rhapsody on melody of glamour of amour
as I faced the glistened emerald beauty.
12/10/19
Edited on 05/05/20
HM
' BRIAN'S CHOICE 4' Contest by Brian Strand
In the Sea
I’m going to sea in a blueberry boat
sailing in frolic fun aiming no port.
Dear! Will you come with me to give support?
I wish to be close with my sweet – heart.
In a blueberry boat I’m going to sea.
to float in amorous flow not to flee.
to sink in depth of your blue eyes in glee.
I wish your closeness not to be apart.
My blueberry boat to swing, oscillate
With propagating waves oars correlate
Our emotive urge not to vacillate.
Dear! Passion in plenitude to exert.
My blueberry boat will dance up and down
Pearly sea foam to adorn you with crown.
Don’t take as trivial or make frown.
To sea waves our commitment to impart.
09/16/19
PANORAMA
Above verdant valley, grassy..
White clouds on cerulean sky.
Placid pellucid ambient.
Plants, herbs, shrubs glistening glossy.
Gorgeous green to magnify.
Panorama looking descent.
Blue stream flowing on ecstasy.
Beauty and charm to specify.
Propagating magnificent.
Blue-green-lavendar ! Fantasy
Enchanting colours to apply.
Nourished by Nature : Nice, nascent.
Sensed serene sublime solitude.
Nature offered in plenitude.