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Pregnant mothers of the waters they give birth to
Took an afternoon/evening walk across the vast sky
As they slowly strolled across the once light-hued way
These once ivory-hued maidens took on a cerulean haze.
Beneath them down on the terrestrial plane
A lone stoic eagle struck a statue-like pose
Clamping his paws around a small branch
Of a skyward huge old naked walnut tree
Across the way, atop a lamp-pole, perched
A huge black hawk with its wings spread wide.
The chilled ground with fading grass was carpeted
All over with loads of brownish-hued decaying leaves
The graveyard silence that encapsulated this whole scene
Was broken by the squawking of a V-shaped flight of ducks
Soaring with waving wings across the slowly darkening way;
As evening eased in, the pregnant clouds just hung in labor.
I walk for years in wasteland of winter,
seeking the arms of warm sea to allure,
get a niche for the broken heart’s splinter.
My fervent yearning floats in seamless sky.
That’s where I discover my love obscure,
soaring on the wings of passion bird high.
I see silver moon span dark sky hollow,
at dawn the crimson sun rises to lure
the dew drops on my lone meadow to glow.
Sunburst sky tints your dulcet face with hue.
That’s when I feel the touch of love so pure,
mesmerized I know, but you have no clue.
Happy heart’s rhythm the feelings conceal,
in ensnared psyche emotions endure.
That’s when I know I’m in love for real.
the
bird
comes
flying high
soaring, drifting
falling from the sky
is he bring a message
for only me to know
drifting down, down
perhaps from mom
perhaps from my dad
from my grandma
the bird flies low, low
I love his swirling lovely dance
then, a wind current takes him up
does he know how beautiful he is
Oh how, I wish that I could float in the sky like a wild bird
his bright eyes are looking at me!
I imagine him a long lost friend
now, he plummets downward
and calls out so loudly
send your poetry
sweet poet girl,
so I close my eyes
and poems fly
and I leave earth
flapping my wings
twirling, spinning
whirling up
then down
then
up
To slow dance into night with a new love,
anticipation building all the while!
To look into your darling’s eyes and see
the adoration that you strongly feel
reflected back, for you too are adored,
and barely can you breathe it feels so good!
Romance has budded sweetly like a rose.
Its scent is pure delight, and petal-soft
will be the kiss that you’ve been dreaming of.
Your fingers interlace. A thrill divine
goes down your spine, and tiny butterflies
are all aflutter in your stomach as
you gaze into the eyes of your amor.
Your love - so fresh - like snow that no one yet
has tread upon; your prints will be the first!
There's nothing like it; never will there be
a thing so beautiful as this first love.
You're both alone beneath a starry sky.
You lean in for that magical first kiss.
There’s nothing else but bliss in all the world,
and breathless, oh, you’re soaring to the moon!
Dec. 28, 2021 using theme Breathless
Now for A Strand (1057) Poetry Contest
I fly on wing of song.
Twenty-three miles out of Atlanta
soaring like an eagle traveling from DC
thirty-six thousand miles high
Fly, fly away
Through the blue hues of morning
white fluffiness lie below towards earth
puffy white and gray cotton-like softness
gently moving on windsong
feeling like a Welsh princess
watching o’er her universe.
I see the world through a rectangle
looking out over the airplane’s wing
reaching outward and upward.
Soaring like hope
Moving like faith
Solid span of charity
Humming motor onward bound joyful sound
A higher plane than I have found;
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground
wind under my winged sails
I’m pressing on the upward way.
Arrows painted on wingspan
pointing left as we travel right
viewing “safety line attach point”
feeling secure way up here
three flapjacks adjusting the wind flow
reminding of Father, Son and Holy Spirit
pouring through keeping my soul.
Upward outward incline
continuous motion held by metal strength
while thin white clouds pass by.
Heaven’s sky still far far away
no matter how far up one gets God is farther still
beyond the blue somewhere higher.
Sitting assured as my mind presses on—
landing soon will come
back to earth world
where I belong.
@2011 – Evelyn Pearl Carpenter Anderson
Golden ribbons stretch as far as the eye can see,
A boundless sea under the sun's gentle light,
Where every stalk of amber wheat sways free,
Unfolding a vision so breathtakingly bright.
The wind comes whispering low from the west,
Tracing soft ripples across the warm, heavy grain,
Turning the quiet soil into a restless crest,
Rolling like oceans over the open plain.
Each gust carves tides through the deep golden hue,
A shimmering swell of honey, brass, and straw,
Rising and falling like waves in the blue,
Holding the heart in a silent, reverent awe.
Above the calm surge, the warm air comes alive,
As jewel-toned dragonflies shimmer and gleam,
While tiny gold midges weave through the hive,
And lacewings float past like a summer day's dream.
High in the canvas of an immaculate sky,
A crisp wedge of swans cuts through the soft white,
In perfect formation, soaring gracefully high,
Shadows drifting over the field in their flight.
Picture-perfect and still, yet endlessly in motion,
The earth paints a masterpiece under the sun—
Where the dry prairie wheat turns into an ocean,
And heaven and harvest are woven as one.
One night in sleep I found my antiquated bed,
tired of lasting confinement, decided to fly out.
On wings of bed-sheet turning to a soaring swan,
it started to flutter away before I could thwart.
I clutched in fear the flapping wings lest I fall,
through my bemused eyes I looked up skyward,
saw from the sapphire sky the sparkling stars
beckon me and I heard their sequined summon.
The bed flew to an alien land beyond the horizon,
where the scarlet sun was stuck in the silken sky.
The flying bed got draped in spectral royal robe,
landed in a flamboyant valley of flushing flowers.
Encircled by fairies I was in a trance on the floral bed,
all the unseen dreams I left dormant so long returned.
These were not in black and white, but in halcyon hues,
carved in kaleidoscopic contours, my heart patterned.
So, you're a liberal!
she invited,
Are you liberally intolerant
of the unknown,
of pests,
of inconvenience,
of mere sufficiency?
Or liberal in your cooperative esteem
and co-investments?
So, you're a conservative?
redeeming ChristMother,
economically and politically co-investing
in trans-regenerational listening
for win/win culturally synergetic questions
posed by cooperatively thriving historic transactions
Before win/lose assuming
empowering sufficiency
of resilient win/win conversation
could not lead back to interfaith conservation
Of all EarthMother's healthiest liberal opportunities
while also conserving MotherEarth's wealthiest conservation
Safe and healthy
polyvagal inter-good green faith
goals of healthy global purpose
Wealthy empowerment
enlightening
by religioning
reconnecting EarthHealth
of synergetic,
metaphonic meaning
wellness purposes
Recalling enlightening songs
empowering
polypathic dances
of voice
and throat
and mind
and non-verbal soaring
and leaping
and liberal loving
graced bodies.
An eagle spirit conquers storms of adversity,
like a silent soul floats amongst the sky's artistry.
Soaring higher, ascending further from perception,
free from judgemental realities of deception.
Through silver rippled clouds glimpses of sun’s projection,
people- hills and streams merely blurred hued perfection.
Cocooned in tranquillity - brightly scintillating,
elevated flow of peace astral souls stimulating.
Drifting like peaceful streams, formless in spirituality,
floating nonchalantly lured by the moon's hospitality.
Stars illuminate creating the path's foundations,
soul ascends carefree from a life of tribulations.
Swathe in crystalline warmth of a galactic revelation,
merging with the Universe in its empyrean constellation.
Released from worldly strife in its final aspirations,
soul reaches joyous heights in its heavenly inspirations
Silent One collaboration with Maria Williams
29 December 2017
“Charm is a delusion and beauty fleeting but a God fearing woman is to be honored” - Proverbs 31:10-31
Capable Woman
A capable woman plants seeds to birth in a harvest plan
Buys a fruitful vineyard and tends it with a tender hand
Clothed in dignity she plants seeds of holiness
Daughter of the Lord she remembers the poor in lowliness
Entrepreneur who gathers God’s inspiration like sheaths of wheat
Feeding the hungry around her table replete
Gleaning goodness from God’s gifts at hand
Happy in the work of her hands
In the shadows of dawn sings psalms to the morning
Jewel treasured at the city gates borning
Knowing her need for God today
Loyalty guides her prayer ballet
More precious than rubies her family devotion
No idle hands rest at dawn or dusk in harmonic motion
Offering light in the darkness from her overflowing lamp
Purple cloth and linen dress her in steadfast mercy’s stamp
Quiet moments in knowing calm as God’s cherished child
Reveries of laughter flow like satin pearls mild
Soaring on silk wings of blessings chivalrous
To reject bread seasoned with the frivolous
Unrestrained joy as she weaves comforting cloaks
Vigor in the fruit of her labor contentment evokes
Wise woman who speaks with humility’s pace
Xenith of creativity in woven patterns of grace
Yet she embraces the caress of God’s ways
Zeal shines out as she embraces each day
2-10-23
Proverbial Poetry
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
The description of the Capable Woman/Wife in Proverbs is a Hebrew acrostic