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It lays in the middle my front door,
to greet my guests with festivity
and to spread a little holiday cheer...
snow may fall to sprinkle it with its snowflakes,
but lights will give it more charm with their twinkles!
Through the twelve days of Christmas,
many will have gazed at and breathed in its freshness
of pine taken from the nearest forest's depth;
and who ever imagined the joy it expressed...
when it was carried away to town to become a wreath!
A chorus of red-cheeked of youngsters and adults
will gather before it at Christmas Eve to sing many carols...
as I open that door and smiling I will welcome them,
and much more than material gifts I'll be receiving:
this one is the best I will ever receive on a blessed evening!
The old year sadly leaves and mischievous January,
with chill and snow, brings in the New Year extending hope
to anyone displaying the greenest pine bough on their door:
feeling profound peace to extol dreamed winter's tranquility...
when behind a frosted window moonlight shines even more.
I rest in eve' s ambrosial scent
beneath gold veils of summer spent ,
Where midnight flickers through the trees
and twinkles float upon the breeze :
I hush and whisper of content
to catch a night in soft descent ;
In starlit throbs they gently beat
A day's finale... I entreat.
There's no flaw here that I observe
as clouds become a softened curve --
This quiet pass to hours which sway,
beaming , pulsing... hallowed display.
I hold my breath in great respect
this spectacle so fully decked;
But rich and hushed about all things
which night and all her glory brings.
~Creator~
(Rhyme)
I praise You!Oh! my sweet Lord!for everything You've done
You created all the Angels,the whole universe and man
You love us so much that You sent us even your Begotten Son
Oh, I adore and worship You forever and ever for all your wonderful plan
You worked continually and well for all of those whole six days
Setting each and everything in their rightful and intended place
It was You God, my Lord, who made it all of this happened and only You
You were the One who did it, and not a ' Big Bang' and that's the whole truth!the case
You decided to create everything in six days and took a rest upon the seventh day
After you made man you just smiled for all the wonderful job you've done in every single way
Every star and sun twinkles and sings You praises and glory, oh well,since time began
You created everything and set it exactly where it belongs perfectly,I know it was You who did it, in every single way
The human body is in itself a real work of art, its design is a complex and perfect machine designed in all its beauty and complexity,by only,You
O' my Lord and Savior!My heart and lips adore and worship you forever and always,for all You've done for us all the way through.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
April.14.2015
Authors notes:
Reference Tap in to the truth - Scripture reading:
John 3:16 FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE HIS ONLY SON,THAT WHOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM SHALL NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE. -JOHN 3:16
~IN GOD I TRUST!~
I smiled when orange sun bursts peered,
They blush for purple iris leafs,
Us spring tide heart flames so revered,
Like robin red breasts perched on eaves
Cosmic arcs harvest moonlight spread,
Leafy woodland suburbs green shed,
Garden mazes gold mint spiked trail,
Scented frosts plough a snow drop veil
When orange sun bursts peered they blush,
For purple iris leafs I smiled,
So revered like robin red breasts,
Perched on eaves us spring tide heart flames
Fountains spray with ice tip sprinkles,
Seven wonders dash in twinkles.
Poem created : 9 September 2020
Contest : Charonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Charles Messina
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Poem - Love
Poet - Mukut Roy
Why do love marriages usually don't last long?
Though Men and Women undergo courtship,
Before embarking on marriage with the big bang.
The Man promises so many things before their marriage,
No one knows where those promises go away,
They fight with each other like boys and girls of underage.
Misunderstanding creeps in doubts set in ruining two lives,
Ego rules the day , forgetting their love to each other so dearly,
Why love is lost no one knows, but their past love still twinkles.
Love is a riddle no one has cracked,not even able to understand,
Everyone wants to be in love due to the glamor associated with it.
But chasing the glamor of love often lands one into quicksand.
For many people love involves false dreams without fulfilling it,
But many famous love couples,for the sake of love, met a tragic end.
His light shines
Surrounding me with hope
Everlasting love
Peace that keeps me
Assured of the victory
His light glows bright
Encompassing me with joy
Amazing grace so sweet
Gentle flow of song
Whispered on the heart
His light sparkles
Radiating a tenderness
Kindness so vibrant
It feels like adoration
Breathing pleasure
His light glimmers
Enfolding me with stillness
Silence that believes
Enriches hearts with faith
Assuring with praise
His light glitters
Enclosing me with calm
Certainty that He is alive
Giving hope to every life
Answering prayers
His light twinkles
Enveloping me in compassion
Soothing away all sorrow
Brightening thoughts with surety
Singing silent relief
His light shimmers
Hedging me with protection
Securing my direction
With wonder that is accepting
Of every supplication
His light glistens
Girding me with armor
From the God who is always
There to guide me through the storm
Piercing the dark with His love
We'd awakened to soon reaching.
for respite keeping PTSD at bay
while anxiety attacks bicker with
my Narcolespy my focus remains.
steadfast on Traumatic Brain injury
allowing my cognitive activity to bravely
send signals to stretch my legs and arms.
I can feel a traumatic headache approaching.
but so is the time for my monthly nerve blocks.
injections twelve shots in my head in all
granting me sheer relief for thirty days
after the stream of pain forget me nots
wears off my mind goes back to the injury.
bruising my brain sullen matter awakens me.
I am quite shattered within the fight flight.
mode hunkered down in hidden nooks of sanity.
racing thoughts I sit up on the bed now.
in the quiet calm of the night tall egrets
walk by my window alert a family of fox's.
nose's pointed at the moon snow birds I suppose.
here just for a season just like my thoughts.
I chant and wonder if my brain would someday.
stop no more data to be found in this!
desperate state I began to write again.
providing me a kind of self-medication
if you will effortlessly removing my mind
from negative thoughts a real treasure
emerge as my alter ego actually becomes.
my muse in this finite moment the stars all
line up just so twinkles sending signals sparks.
waves of chemicals balancing sheer survival
of my brain hence survival of the mind
The heavens glitter, as trillions
of eternal stars crown the night.
And Earth's bejeweled tiara
twinkles, as Night sparkles with light.
A gilded Moon reveals Her face;
the Goddess of enchanted beams.
And dismisses rules and logic
in favor of magic and dreams.
Safe in my bed, sleep severs strings,
allowing for untethered dreams.
And anxiety floats away,
drifting along fantasy streams.
In fantasy dreams, I explore
feelings of love and compassion.
And not as a puppet of lust,
but a heart, imbued with passion.
Nightly, in the realm of slumber,
imagination helps me cope.
For sheltered from reality,
dreams expand the fringes of Hope.
A Tribute To Carolyn
Hop scotch, skip a rope
Swings and slides she pass upon
A few bouncing balls here
A few there
Her field of dreams
Longed with poetry
From a page to a book
From words to a poem
The first ink lit her house
From top to bottom
From room to room
Her upstairs being her crux
So star bright, shiny and humble it was
In her garden there's budding roses
Just yearning to be
Those blossoms grew for all to see
Those twinkles in her eyes remain with me
We look back at Carolyn's life
With a tear, but a happy tear
For she had a very productive career
In closing she was a lioness at heart
So filled with joy, roam and pride
She looked after her PS family
And touched each, and everyone of them
connie pachecho
8/17/21
They’ve always been there, unaware
When I felt lonely, lost, longing
For the presence of the light’s caress,
Softly unfolding beyond the azure
Skies, whispering joy over my soul, into
Shimmering that twinkles, above
In the skies and below, in my eyes
They’ve always known me, as a child
Silent and the only one belonging
Beneath their gaze, in the warm haze
Tenderly blowing winds through the oaks,
Between emerald pine’s soft needles,
Inspiring the heart to laugh, breathing in
The dandelion dreams, the whimsical
Seeds dancing through the fields, alive
Like the reflection in the streams…
They’ve always colored my thoughts
In hues of inspiration, stirring awake the
Imagination, the creative urges
Birthing poetry, promises pouring out
Through the thickets, the forests…
Woods filled with underbrush, laurels
Groves so honest and completing
Hope for the quiet victory of a forest
They’ve always known me, the girl
Who loves them, their abiding grace
Sentenced to life in this place…
Where God has been, with His hand,
Painting them glorious, graceful…
Gripping the heart with their intimate
Laughter, winds soothing away the night
With the music of these mountains,
So alive – they always strive
To bring the spirit a sense of peace,
Serenity in this place – blue ridges
God’s show, on display – the way
Between moments when the light
Lets in the music, the soothing
His forever beauty – grace like the newness
Beneath the ancient crests, the stillness
His mystery roused in the elevations
Ridges, zeniths, summits – God’s reach
His peace…
They’ve always been there…
Arising through the sheltering limbs and peaks
Praise God for such strength
This is home to me, home – always home