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Flutter by, butterfly, sailing on the breeze,
you can see eternity, as you float above the trees
Butterfly, high above, as the zephyr sings,
how I love the flicker of your gossamer silk wings
Captured in the cage of my cocoon - not the life I had planned,
tied by ropes of choices I have made, who will unbind my hand?
Floating by, butterfly, on a sky blue sea,
catch the wind with wingéd sails that set your spirit free
Butterfly, rising high, far beyond my reach.
Is the span between our souls one I could ever breach?
Captured in the prison of this life - trapped forever it seems,
will I ever be the butterfly soaring high in my dreams?
Flutter by, butterfly, floating on the breeze,
do you see my liberty, can you set my soul at ease?
Just as I bid goodbye to this lonely land,
You turn unexpectedly and alight upon my hand,
Butterfly.
"The Pavane"
Autumn leaves
whistle nonchalantly
along the left-behind
paths of serendipity
hesitantly touch fingers
lightly for a while, tipping
lost in the wastelands
winter beckons
love unconditionally
magic listens
and arrives
in the laps go-lightly
of racing hares
tossed salad years
and marshmallow dreams
of servile tortoise
pleasantville sown seams
stitching singers sewing
covers over pea-soup ethereal
conquered territory unseen
the unconquered all-knowing, unknowing
misty consommé seas
the spinning reals
seasoning dreams
like sails
stitching the wind
of evergreen the forests
tightly held in
the in-between
dells, we dwell subservient
free becomes the
shield held over
motto lux vitae
foot to pedal
watching you
reading me
dancing the slow Pavane
fingers lightly touching
faces veiled behind screens
elaborate
clothing
autumn leaves
winter arrives
peacock moves aside
it parts the sees, in parts
lost in the wastelands
winter beckons
love unconditionally
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
lux vitae
Autumn Forest Ambience
[Music by Adrian von Ziegler -
Autumn Forest, Relaxing Celtic Music]
https://youtu.be/Ha0i6RUu_Hg
Autumn.
"The leaves are all falling,
and they're falling
like they're falling
in love with the ground."
"The first breath of autumn
was in the air, a prodigal feeling,
a feeling of wanting, taking,
and keeping, before it is too late."
Winter.
"Nothing burns like the cold."
"Winter is coming."
The Pavane/ Pavan.
A stately court processional dance where Elizabethan couples paraded around the hall lightly touching fingers. Pavane means peacock and the name of the dance derives from the sight of the trains of the women's gowns trailing across the floor like a peacock's tail.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pavane
Faruk Ahmed Roni
The river flows, it moves so free,
Waves break the banks, they sing with glee.
Youth’s light will shine, it marks the way,
Ties that we form, both bright and gray.
Golden skies, where clouds will twirl,
A lonely duck begins to swirl.
On wings of hope, it glides and sails,
Yet pain will breathe through misty veils.
When seasons change, the flowers fade,
The steadfast tree stands unafraid.
Across the sands, it seeks a spark,
For light in shadows, bright in the dark.
Yet life’s own path feels known, we see,
The search for joy, a mystery.
In dreams, we find our sorrows meet,
Who knows where bliss and heartache greet?
That timeless dream, a sweet delight,
A vision born of love’s soft light.
Copyright@Farukahmedroni
I
Standing in a glass cube
As rain falls all around
The fate of the world
Is up for sale
Valkyries burst like bombs
As the forces of evil push us down
Lightning lances across the sky
And we're begging for a miracle
The great Arc sails the skies
A triumph to watch sails unfurl
Serenaded by the pegasus
Are we finally saved
As volcanoes erupt and gods awake
The glass cube begins to shatter
Wherein stands the Proprietor of Evil
For it is Hades Himself
II
Clouds part like curtain call
Fire shoots across the heavens
We're just witnesses to Armageddon
As civilization falls apart
As helpless as cockroaches
Cowering in the shadow of a shoe
Were the old feuds really worth it
As gods render earth a battleground
Sails ripped and on fire
The arc is sinking in a blaze of glory
But victory is surely at hand
As Alexander holds blade up high
Once again ensnared in a glass cube
As tears rain from the skies
Comes the death of the empire of Hades
And his fate is up for sale
It started in three thousand BC
When for survival, warning sounds were key
These utility communications
Building sender-receiver relations
Secular signs, religious ritual
The use of bells became habitual
Calling to worship or tolling the hours
Announcing events all from bell towers
Locating bells for pet rabbits and cats
For goats in the hills and cows on the flats
Such animals of all manner and form
Even the lead camel in a sand storm
What news of the ship in faraway seas?
Lutine strikes two as it sails on fresh breeze
Westminster must keep to the where and when
By the hour bell of the great clock, Big Ben
Times have changed, we live in this modern place
Technology seeps and invades our space
Now digital gizmos replace the bell
All that’s left is to sound its own death knell
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2nd place in the Bells premier contest. Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues. Contest Judged 12/12/2023.
The sequel to this poem is Bell rings which you can find in my poems.
North Carolina ballerina,
sweet lady of the Piedmont,
she so sterling,
died from the selfishness
of a drunk driver.
Gliding into a pirouette
as she enters God's
garden of youth.
The anguish tatters the
sails of my psyche,
as the rain gently descends
from a sorrowing ash sky.
I drink the bitter taste of loss
from the goblet of the ages.
No, please, no,
she is a precious one.
The dew glistens on the
peach-hued roses of
maiden innocence,
as if tears on an infant's cheeks.
Elena, our ballerina of grace,
death passes into life,
your beauty of a June magnolia
blossom-
charming the angels who
attend you.
Elena, Elena,
your lovely dancer's legacy
still dwells in our midst.
Your name whispered in
summer's evefall starry music. ~
As clear skies fade from blue to gray
The joy of life’s past sails to yesterday
Yet I find myself.....
Living in the glory of the storm
Because the love you gave
….brought with it such joy and sorrow
Just like you..
Passion was here today and gone tomorrow
But I was so alive…..
living in the thrill of it all
It was like standing in the path of a hurricane
The chaos you brought drove me insane
Never knowing what to expect from you next
Standing in the eye or at the apex
Nothing can compare with the life I lived
Standing in the glory of the storm
The winds blew strong with rain and hail
If you were coming or going I could never tell
I was too busy living in the moment…..
and grateful for every thrill
You came crashing through with your waves and tides
With wide eyed terror I felt so alive
And all the while….
Bracing myself for the damage you’d leave behind
But oh how I loved……
Yes I loved ….
living in the glory of the storm
Time and Change
There's an old abandoned farmhouse I passed the other day,
With broken down old stockyards and a shed of rotting hay.
Thistles growing cornfield high among the citrus trees.
The fowl run all but fallen down with grass up past your knees.
Horses grazing by the house, bring a nostalgic smile.
This farm once loved and cared for, made someones life worthwhile.
A blue wren flits from twig to twig, and along the veranda rail.
The pensioned off old dairy cow, will never again see a bail.
The mailbox a yellow rusty fridge, standing by the road.
A fence of wooden posts and wire that no longer take the load.
With busted gate on rusted hinges, a windmill with missing sails.
And there a tank and water trough, with split and broken rails.
Now that old abandoned farmhouse, will one day turn to dust.
Becoming part of all around, in change we place our trust.
If daily grind wears you down and you think you’ve had enough.
Remember change is constant and to fight it makes it tough.
Hard times we know will take a toll and slap one in the face.
Then nature sends a caring hand to keep us in the race.
The rain will green the fields, clear the air and turn the dirt to mud.
Give that pensioned off old dairy cow a fresh and tasty cud.
The shadows in the afternoon stretch across this little glade.
As the sparkling sunlit brook, disappears into the shade.
And I wonder if one will see in a hundred years from now,
There'll be another farmhouse, another horse and dairy cow.
Or crowded streets and buildings with people rushing to and fro
Concerned with things to do today, and worry about to-morrow
Whatever will become of it one thing is for sure,
Time moves on and brings the change, that's what time is for.
________oOo________
“I can't change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.” — Jimmy Dean
One goal that haunts my life,
Fading beneath the shadow’s flow
With hope based on God’s sacrifice,
Blessing away the twilight’s glow.
One goal that breathes softly in the sun,
Soaring quietly beneath stars and moon
Stirring hearts to believe in the One,
Who arose to play the gentlest tune.
One goal that reminds me where love sings,
Lives the music of wonder that fulfills
Promising believers a glimpse of the king of kings,
The One whose purpose surely stills.
One goal that colors my life in a sweetness,
Graceful as prayers and praising evermore
Warms my spirit with precious completeness,
Restores my life with a love that I adore.
One goal that tells me I am the child of grace,
Remembering this love that is God’s way
Glistening in the skies, shining on each face,
A glimpse of God’s wonder, as I kneel to pray.
One goal that has always nurtured my devotion,
To the One who brings His joy and peace
The reason that I believe and it is more than emotion,
Moving me to just believe – this love will never cease…
And, because I believe – His love is alive within,
Where I know, my only goal, is to light the hearts
With the love given when I was forgiven of my sin,
And, the surety of a light whose hope never departs.
My only goal – deep inside my soul
Is to give back a piece of this blessing,
More than love, it makes me whole
It is Jesus, my Savior, whom I’ll keep professing!
There's No Refuting That Trump Is Turning Into A Good Leader
Trump's ship
doesn't shine bright,
it sails uncharted course,
as opposed to his successors.
He doesn't consort or dock with big ships,
he is out in the horizon,
harboring betterment
for his country's
future
https://www.reddit.com/r/The_Donald/comments/63nxsn/update_i_was_tired_of_liberals_saying_trump_hasnt/
Note-When you read the above article, without biases, how can you
not come away impressed with Trump's leadership?
connie pachecho
4/12/17