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Standing looking across sweeping thoughts and hopes
alone crying into distant faraway hills and valleys
dreaming I saw before me a big white puff of smoke
Drifting low circling from out of chimneys pots high
slowly moving creeps inner vision dancing with me
candy floss happily towards the glen sweet aroma scent
Scenting turf fires the nostrils with wild scent upon air as
a sun melting her warm fingers into one's back soothing
pure in a baby blue clear sky setting, rising high feelings
Upon a cool caressing Autumn breeze Mother Nature
arrives with songbirds singing sweet clearly with echoes
and most beautiful tunes carried ever so gently in the air
Within a quite stillness silently whispers gasp and cry
splitting down the middle a teardrop falls always slowly
in love with this forever dream, and to the end sighs
Standing on the edge of a pretty crystal cool blue pond
while watching the presence of beautiful fairy elves
and their most wonderful laughs and smiles so ever true
Smelling the wonderful aroma of pure mountain air
with that assured feeling the all is fresh, crisp, real
and flowers, plants, and grass talking to one another
Dreaming many perfect dreams of mermaids sitting
grouped in a green water pool at the waterfall’s edge
and sensing their joy, beauty, laughter, and smiles
This is what dreams are made of as we sense and see
most wondrous things and objects of perfect symmetry
as we feel mountain rain and a most delicious soft wind
Mother Nature and her magical world of treasures and
such beauty indeed make all gods of centuries past and
present stand up and applaud graciously our Dreaming One
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 20, 2014)
(Terza Rima in Unrhymed Tercet poetic format)
I feel it in the hush of twilight's gentle glow,
where spiritual shadows dance in whispers.
An intangible force, unseen yet sincere.
A magnetism from realms where ego dies.
A profound vision influencing my mind.
A divine devotion connecting my heart.
I search for your sacred bond to heal my heart.
To touch my soul in your ethereal glow.
To enlighten the dark chambers of my mind,
I seek you in distant stars, tired from whispers.
Their silent light reminds me hope never dies,
as the moon guides me upon a path sincere.
At dawn your persona spreads in views sincere.
Blessings from sweet perfume flowers ease my heart.
In the birth of a new bloom, angst from pain dies,
as mercy spreads in a vibrant pastel glow.
Your presence lingers in soft and wise whispers.
A source of compassion soothing a tired mind.
Your zen grace pull me close, transforming my mind.
Read your stories in scriptures with text, sincere.
Heard about your legend from scholar's whispers.
I crave for you to complete this boundless heart,
so I can ascend to dance in stardust glow.
Embraced by love, where inner growth never dies.
Oh, eternal beloved, the darkness dies,
as you mentor like a lantern in my mind.
In black skies, I feel your cosmic wholeness glow.
Lead me through life's winding maze to be sincere.
My spirit in alignment with soul and heart,
has a true higher purpose through your whispers.
May I, forever blossom through your whispers,
upon a quest where fulfilment never dies.
For the path you've laid is the bridge to my heart.
Selfless like the sun you bring warmth to my mind,
as your rays transcend in messages, sincere.
I surrender to your pure mystical glow.
I'm a verse written from your poetic mind.
A flutist playing a flute in tunes, sincere.
A mouthpiece resembling your magnetic glow.
Always inside living thoughts
Once held a vision adoring thee
Beholding beams though these eyes
Star spangled one look totally breathless
This heart's calling your name precious
Together uniting strengths join within power
Making hopes and dreams come alive
Saying onto myself breathtakingly gorgeous
Adding this truly wonderful music
Into the soul princess cut deeply singing tunes develop
In every echo out of this world
I wish to retake the perfect soft breath held
Melting golden feelings burning gasps warmly sigh
Why do I love you so
Wearing the glass slippers
Fragile as a newborn butterfly taking flight
In all the flowers freshly plucked
Standing out most beautiful
A diamond rose stunning dewdrops sparkle
Touching, kissing, loving you forever more
Holding someone special always showing them
how deeply appreciated they are
Fireworks display our passion to share
in a world filled promise
Conveying the love inside each tiny seed
picking you one precious gem
Your words are sparkling wine
your presence divine
Your beauty makes me comfortable dizzy
Intoxicating drunken in anything you wish
becomes the soul command
In the distance ~ the dying sun forever sleeps with you one dream obeys
A Collaborated Poem 07.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
I've been chasing my career,
What else unveiled could be merrier?
I've been cloaked in myself,
Only writing pieces to self.
I've searched for happy tunes,
Found some for fleeting moments,
Didn't walk for long on their pavements,
The novelty soon faded.
I have found a song,
I'm inebriated with its melody,
I'm blessed to be worthy
of its colour and rhythm this season long.
My door I have opened for an unceasing flow,
And to be haloed by its perpetual glow,
Please come to me fairest of roses,
Let me be lost in the warmth of your embrace.
Let’s journey on life's highway together,
Navigate through all kinds of weather,
I look into your eyes and see a distant light,
Take my hand to that height.
I want to share every moment with you,
Dance with you until the final blue,
Please be my valentine,
And let’s jointly sail life’s boat.
January 20, 2023.
“The sacred lake also called Ganga Talao represents the mighty Ganges river of India.” Mauritiusinsideout.com>grand-bassin-mauritius
A Sacred Lake
In the midst of a tropical forest
The mouth of a long extinct volcano
Surrounded by hills not so high
Bordered by lush trees and bushes
Is the seat of sparkling waters
That undulate in little waves
In direction of the prevailing winds,
Reflect the azure blue of the clear sky
The bright rays of the sun during the day
And white shines of stars and the moon at night.
Before men had set their eyes on the lake
Angels danced on the shore of the waters
To the tunes of the breeze on moonlight nights;
When a dream revealed the sight to a soul
And slim pathways were threaded to the lake
Angels no more plied to the sacred site,
But thousands of men flocked to the spot for prayers
And on the eve of Maha Shivratri
Hundreds of thousands of pilgrims tread to the lake
To source sacred water to pour on Lord Shiva.
All year round, tourists converge to the lake
To stroll around this sacred site
Charm their eyes with its unique tapestry
And snap shots of its picturesque beauty
To relish as memento of their trip
And cherish as a divine work of art
Legated to this tropical island
By the graceful divinity
Who dropped a piece of paradise
In midst of the Indian Ocean.
“we look for that light eternal
that does not come and go
the screen upon which life plays
cognised in staid stillness slow” ~ Unseeking Seeker
I flow like silken ripples
through mirrored lakes,
a lotus sprouting from
mountain streams,
soaked in the saffron
warmth of summer’s flare,
jeweled in citrine pearls of purity.
Awaiting galaxies of clarity
to unveil an emerald estuary,
streaming in sizzling serenity,
oblivious to the searing strings
of fickle tethers pulling
this delicate psyche
toward an abyss filled
with superficial scraps,
fragmented dreams,
and empty conch shells,
tearing my fragile skin
with splinters and sea glass,
reflecting the inflated ego
of a wanderer adrift
amidst ferocious tides.
O sacred skies,
adorned with starry scars,
I’ve long searched in vain
through a salt-soaked
cave of confusion
for twirling diamonds
and fragrant fireworks
to grant me an eternal
haven of celestial calligraphy
carved in halcyon ink,
unaware of the silver flecks
sparkling deep within my soul.
Must I forever be lost,
like languid leaves
pressed between chapters
of seasonal souvenirs,
or should I rise like
a mythical bird,
engrossed in golden musings,
a tameless seeker
of zestful zephyrs?
I am softened
streaks of twilight,
breathing ethereal dust,
while dancing to
the swirling silhouettes
above cosmic candles,
illuminating the orchid
orchard of consciousness,
as this heart beats to
the blissful rhythm
of an untouched breeze,
curating magnetic alchemy,
to harmonize inner music
in mellifluous mindfulness.
I am the light that
lights all the lights,
the undying glow
within supernova lanterns.
I am the artist
painting my own paradise,
immersed in topaz tunes
of an Elysian empire,
where divine scriptures
of the Almighty
conduct a choir
of continuous compassion.
So let the gates of your gaze
rest in singing silence,
listen to the unspoken reality,
echoing like tranquil rhymes
within a sonnet etched from
mystical moonbeams,
for between these lines~
floats the lunar wings,
manifesting a rosier awakening,
as my faith is the conqueror
of crystalline constellations,
forever basking in the euphoric glory
of tulsi dawn.
Sittin’ on the porch past midnight,
With golden-glow tunes holdin’ us tight.
Singin’ soft, swayin’ slow,
To Patsy’s sweet southern soul.
You’ve got a Whiskey Sour, warm in hand,
I’ve got blueberry wine—bold and grand.
My blue dress billows, breathin’ free,
Like a moonlit melody on the midnight breeze.
Oh, the heat hums heavy in the air,
Your touch is tender, true, and rare.
I could fall to pieces, pulse unsteady,
But with you, love—I’m always ready.
So I’ll pray to Jesus, plead and pine,
That here in the hush of twilight time,
With soft-lit stars and steppin’ feet,
Our lips will lock, our hearts will meet.
Where the song spins, sways, and sighs,
A symphony of love under Southern skies.
Each note a whisper, each chord a fire,
A tune composed of true desire.
So holler high, don’t hush that sound,
You’re my chosen love, forever bound.
My moonbeam moment, my midnight flight,
My honeymoon glow in neon light.
Let go, let loose, let love be loud,
Shake off that pride, stand tall, stand proud.
Let fall the tears, they won’t rust your skin,
You can escape, love—let life begin.
It seemed to me, at the outset, an abacus,
Of nursery kids; and, lo, looked less glamorous;
It had scales fixed on a piano skeleton,
While an abacus shone like beads in gelatin...!
It has an Asian origin, someone told me,
(Does it mean continent chauvinism sets me free?)
I listened to it once, as a snake its charmer,
After all, can any music be a harmer...?
Rough, razor-sharp, clattering, bubbling, and doubling,
Shrill, hollow, ticking, transparent, and less troubling;
Odd rough ringing, clanging, and gonging pulled my soul,
I felt, in xylophonic tune, I had a role...!
Harmony, as that of the other rhythmic tools,
In xylophone too, like deep freshwater lakes, pools;
Tunes and tones, like echoes from mountains and hills filled,
My heart, with its melodic mood, got wildly thrilled...!!!
28 April 2023
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Ivory pilots night's idyllic sighs,
like timely climbing sky--untying cries,
lights espying irises gliding rise.
Evening lean sleeping,
beacon competing,
concedes pleasing keen scenes,
appealing leaping,
sincere esteeming,
green treat sweetly redeems.
Trailing rays draping shapes,
maple framing trace,
claiming plains facing lakes,
bravely wades gauged space.
Green fields teasing,
--thieving seething,
weeds beseech release,
feel they cheated,
leaves defeated,
ease sense peaceful wreaths.
Yellow roses,
showy floats,
potato groves,
grown rows notes,
tomatoes hold,
closely wove,
flowering show,
sloping globe,
drove lonesome road,
banjo tone,
broken myPhone,
coasting home.
Reeling breezes freely sweep ...
weakened peels, eternal sleep ...
green trees reach needed relief,
complete healing frees fig leaf.
Humans muse Cupid,
blew flutes,
spooking unicorns,
smooth tunes moody blooms,
grew blue,
jewel unique forms.
Severe events fleecing green dreams,
precede teaching seeding extremes.
Why's your jaded tongue so slyly used
To words buttered with ensnaring tone;
Piping fibs empirical proofs poorly prop,
Waxing lies into truth's patented throne?
I with all joints and full sinews distrust
Grandiose jibes oiled by your tired lips;
And luckily mock all façades and crust
With which you gild your tempting trips.
No backing writs your warping crafts
Uphold with faintest discernible facts;
Nor do your self-blotting points agree
With any of the truth-tied deities three.
And not for tons of pleasure-lilied wiles
May I in dream your baiting tunes sing;
And neither for gain of full cosmic clout
Might my soul fall for your deking miles.
Man's indeed contented heart only craves
Pure verity as passed by its martyr slaves.