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MonarchS.cry as the butterfly came and sat by me
Beautiful color on delicate wings sang with a song to be
Whales swam and sent a voice, in waters came the call of choice
Windy shores holding sandy feet, a pulsing river drums a knowing beat
... and I stood, listening in a silent mode, watching waves that wrote of love
listening in a silent mode, making sure as to what I’ve heard, testing true in other words and
cords, games and scores of boards we played. Learned the lessons of what was made in a day,
before and before they came. Looking for the hear of a time unknown and seeing symbols that
are showing what’s shown.
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Equal flux in.visible knock as I write the log of a time in clock, when fear is near but they came
in pair. Couple of a couplings dared to care. Twins are knowing to see as I do, thinkings showing
that we’re knowing too… the score is balanced and a time is past, peace over anger and it’s here
to last. Choice is the voice that voiced a choice to be in peace through eternity and so was
granted way and right, seconds count when in second flight.
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MonarchScrys that we are, of the Light.
Form:
Blushed rose shaking hands with hues of cerulean,
bluish sighs in pinkish alibis,
softly whispering to the lilacs, gently
blowing, through the winds of amethyst,
a vision of majestic promises,
poetry on the lingering feelings of a light,
poured out on the soul who can see past yesterday,
into tomorrow’s plum, rose-tinted tendrils,
graceful, surrendering to the seas,
drifting out to believe, intimate waves,
soothing as the maze, the mystery breaking
from violet, beautiful – peace
rainbows music, reflecting the creativity,
brought to life on the blessing,
glistening affections in deep wine,
surrendering to the melancholic fires,
passions blazing, elaborate and lazy,
abundant shadows who erase,
the hesitation of blue gazes, while sighing
through the lasting lavender,
sweet like the embrace of a musician’s acapella
blessed by hasty hopes, dreams,
survive the past and reach through, luxurious,
like the foam from seas caressing
sandy shores, alive and breathing,
touching the soul with liquid faith,
amazing as grace, beckoning like the praise,
poured out on those who know the blue-red sigh,
lavender’s insight into the night,
lavender is a blessing who thrives and decides,
who is silence and who is wind,
who is the beautiful in the whisper of a pen,
writing words meant only to suspend,
the wonderful, the moment, the blend of trembling verse,
on the edges of a rhythmic promise,
lavender kisses in lavender chances, healing
windswept as the magic of an imaginative candle.
Outside Jesus Town
Old man dusted off his hat and whiskers
Polished off a tumbler of red wine
Continued baking in the California sun
Outside the town of Jesus, just east of it, before the mines
There to finish his raw sculpture of a sandy rusted man
Bent over, sitting on a worn out stool
The desert followed the old artist
It is everywhere
He blended in with it
Black hat and shirt were not the best apparel for the heat of day
They are the only clothes the old man owns
He scavenges the dried out lands for metals
Rusted iron is the best to build the sculpted figure
A monument to life out there on prairies
Where heat and art and wine take part in nature
And pull it all together from the dark
The white bearded man with tumble weeded hair
Stands contemplative just east of Jesus
Planning his next rusted man
But blinded by the noon day sun
Created on 12/05/14 for- East Jesus – Poetry Contest
Serena is from Thailand, smiling
From within
The diner she’s working where
Her life never ends.
From early in the morning
Until the sun goes
Down,
Serena
Moves like a ballerina
All around…Missing
Buddha back in Bangkok
Where she once ran and played
Ring around the friends she found and made.
Serena is from Thailand, where
Goodness grows on trees.
(And I landed once and picked the fruit
Devouring all I pleased).
On a sandy beach where she did sleep
And dreamed of days ahead, before
Our paths connected, we were led…
Magically, magnetically, marvelously made
Miraculous, mysterious she conveyed:
All the warmth of heaven
With a sigh of deep chagrin
Leaving me to think that
There will never be another sweet Serena,
Again.
summertime heat wave
balmy puff heaves scorched leaves round
neath a rolling sun
flocks of birds flap them
wings profusely promising
heights and cooled feathers
a sandy shoreline
relieves souls in traipsing trails
of a surging sea
shady trees branches
outwardly soothing life neath
its sheltered expanse
as radiance slides
some somber dusk satisfies
as night waits its turn
Date: 08/23/2019
Photo: Mt. Chocorua , New Hampshire
Framed by Poetess Sandy Weiss
Happy New Year to everyone, from Mt. Chocorua in New Hampshire:
I wish your life to be bright as snow, your purpose wrapped with a red bow
That you have peace from the quietness of this lake in the stillness of winter
That you have strength like the mountain that shines over shadows
Enjoy precious time with creativity; cherish beautiful scenes in God’s creation
I wish you safety, love, good health and happiness in the days ahead
I offer you this image to turn to in any challenging times of trouble
I send you smiles and hugs from one of my favorite places – Blessings to you all!
Heidi Sands
1/1/23
Ah summer when smiles nigh early on trees…
Take season's kick-start, Karan, smiling first,
Its bright yellow flowers when sway in breeze,
And seem to brag: O watch my blossoms burst.
Lest it be left out of this fragrant race,
Champa, well worth a wait, hastens to charm,
Mogras mesmerise with innocent face,
Birds with sweetest of songs begin to swarm.
Even Curry-patta, kitchen's green soul,
When blooms with tender leaves, shows shades of greens,
Gulmohors and Acacia, close cousins,
Borsalis, Bougainvillea are on roll.
Butterflies dance, and birds when sing aloud,
The Nature’s smile from subtle turns to loud.
II
Loud or subtle, both celebrate Nature,
One can imagine what may well happen:
The mood’s upbeat, life lifts its innate stature,
Lo, summer’s here to run full marathon.
Ceaseless, some stray squirrels scamper breathless,
Koels when coo behind fresh foliage,
Locked are the house lizards in long caress,
All life on earth has spiced up its image.
All clamour to be part of cheery scene,
Palm trees, sea breeze, salty air, sun-kissed hair,
In early summer O do take me there,
Let me like all play my own little bin.
When summer smiles early O do not wait,
Celebrate, ‘summer’s lease hath a short date’.
III
Yea, summer’s lease enjoys too short a date,
Seasons can’t just carry for long their hype,
So, fortune smiles when, keep an open gate,
O smile, for fruits come succulent and ripe.
Day’s bright, night shines with moonlit silver line,
Naught compares with summer night— all alone,
She seated with her love on sandy throne,
To enjoy till dawn under silver shine.
An early summer with blissful mild chill,
And a touch of late winter’s sweet embrace,
Sure, naught can beat early summer’s warm feel,
A stretch on green grass, gaze at stars’ true face.
And early summer’s not without its boons,
For, monsoon too sets soon in a few moons.
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Crown of sonnets |09.03.2020| summer, smile
The second amendment gives the right to bear arms
The sixth commandment says thy shall not murder
The Koran states 17:33 and do not take any humans life
so what on this earth gives you the right.
Orlando pays a heavy price for a shooters hatred , 50 dead
Sandy Hook he entered a school and took innocent lives , 27 dead
Virginia tech , you go to learn then you die , 32 dead
to take other people's lives
300 millions guns thats a lot of hate
in 30 states a child can hold a rifle license
only 7 states ban assault rifles
the tears and grief you bring
15 minutes is all at took 2016 first shooting of the year
27 people slayed on xmas day
60 percent of suicides are gun related
come on america ditch the arms
so what on this earth gives you right
to take other people's lives
the tears and grief you bring
come on america ditch the arms
the poems the last verse the rest tells you why
mass shooting tracker https://www.massshootingtracker.org/data
As affection of summer’s glow expires
Winds bear upon us announcing autumn chill
I wonder the memories laid upon me still
Before each thought of golden sun retires
A breezy lush of fertile bloom still lingers
As aqua mornings greet me with a sigh
With hummingbirds inviting me to fly
And butterflies to dance upon my fingers
I long to hear the song of carefree chatter
On never ending sandy shores of pink
Continue through the harvest with a wink
As hopes of giddy reverie do flatter
I count the waves while salty air caresses
The sea to chant a lullaby in blue
To soothe the fears of autumn’s rendezvous
My heart, while still in summer’s glow, confesses
26th &27th January 2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Alone I sat on the wet sands,
Of the Sernabatim beach lands.
The sun reflected blue sky,
On the greenish grey waters it looked so dry.
A sweltering sunny afternoon,
With the heat I began to swoon.
Alone, I moved myself into the waters warm,
The breaking waves look to me like many a lifeless form.
Warm waters I sense splash unto my waist,
Cool salty breeze sting my moist lips and chest, sweat erased.
The frothy waters seem so white,
Feral imagination within me is beginning to run regressive and makes me feel all right.
Alone I am rooted on the sandy shore,
I have within me, coming to the fore,
Feelings… deep feelings inside ignite,
Need to hold on to them tight,
The feelings incite,
A poem in my mind’s eye I feel and now see, that I would have to write,
Without any spite.
Alone, I am in the waters warm,
The breaking waters lash against me and quickly change form,
To myself feelings that turn to spirity words I begin to recite,
As I cast my eyes on nature around me from within springs delight,
And in its own right,
The poem begins to rewrite.
Alone, I am in the waters warm,
My feelings have begun to rewrite,
In my mind without any spite,
I am now filling myself with delight,
As expression is flowing freely in its own right,
And will transcend on to paper in black and white.
Alone, I now sit, drenched,
To the sands entrenched.
Melts the noon,
And evening falls attune,
The sun reflected blue sky,
Has now swooned away and I turn a blind eye.
Alone, I now sit, drenched,
Content in myself and with no feelings wrenched.
Gratified….soothened…satisfied…pleased,
Relaxed…happy….at ease and contented……eased.