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Earth Music
The earth ever composes mystical arias for me
That taste the splendor of rolling thunder,
To touch the silent metronomes of lyric waves
That hypnotize my presto pulse in movements perpetual.
The sounds of earth…
Earth music arranges lively spinning scarazzos
In magic lines for my inspiration
To scent the shades of pastel pitch
And reverberate in paschal hues of dawn and dusk.
The music of my soul
Revolving earth ever sings new scores in spheres
That resolve discordant tones of atonality
In rumbling fault zones that move to nascent reality
Paeans, chants, in deep river waterfalls drumming.
The sounds of earth….
Earth music hums in timorous rotation with me
To resound in the harmony of celestial orbits
Tuned, tuned into, tremulous tones in shadows and storms
With a tuning fork of vibrating seasons.
The music of my soul
The earth ever writes solos of meadows for me
Sunlight’s bright vibratos skipping with energy
In the fragrance of fragrant harp strings
Plucked like wildflowers of whispering flutes
The sounds of earth…
Earth music performs the music of my soul
Grace notes, once in the grip of apathy,
Voice the sweetness of cricket canticles
In the symphony of my soul.
Earth music for my soul
8-9-22
Boundless sea power
Turns over and over
Almost unsurpassed
In the ground that it covers
Saplings shed leaves
With a clockwork quite rhythmic
Precise magic timing
Fall to earth that had misssed it
Middays chuch tower
Yells out in song
A symbol for lost ones
Whose lights but all gone
Majestic strong heart of a
sun so sublime
Streaks its beams
Across cool crystal sky
A force of nature
Tall waterfalls bash
Born again they capriciously crash
Vast potent hurricanes
In chaotic design
Sent by gods who are all out of time
Wonderus, yes, but eclipsed and outclassed
When you are near
My heart races fast
Mysteries evaporate
Riddles are solved
Organicaly cosmic
She broke the mold
Unmoved heart centre
Surrendered to you
One look my way
My loves always a new
In an unreal pre-dawn half-light
I gazed with much surprise
Across the darkly flowing Rhine
With newly-wakened eyes.
The vista on the river bank
Was as within a dream.
A vision wonderful, surreal,
Exquisite it did seem.
These were not mountains, lochs and glens,
Or misty forest scenes,
These were as nothing Nature formed,
No waterfalls or streams
Or castles in the sky.
So what amazing sight was this,
So slowly passing by?
This was concrete, steel and glass,
Fired in imagination.
Modern art, space-age design,
The ultimate Man's creation.
Soaring, swooping, sleekly blending
Each shapely angle with its neighbour.
Whose vision brought these things to pass ?
What divine and perfect labour ?
In awe I watched the passing scene
And then, a moment's retrospection,
This splendid affluence had been
Forged in devastation,
As from a hostile sky
Came terror and destruction.
Seven hundred tons of bombs
Rained down in just one fiery night,
The city was ablaze, and come the dawn,
Still smouldering, a sorry sight.
Gaunt remnants, stark, skeletal, charred,
The fruits of war, forever scarred,
But from the ashes, undeterred,
Came inspiration to rebuild
And heal the all but fatal wound.
Faith in the future was instilled
And esoteric dreams fulfilled.
A phoenix rising, quite sublime,
In Dusseldorf, on the River Rhine.
Entered for contest "Foreign Travel"
The hall echoes with the drone of
ecstatic chants and gongs,
‘midst a jungle of jasmine and red lilies.
Steep stairs of tread worn,
silica-laced granite and
indigenous red brick meander.
Yellow-jackets buzz,
and red-robed women with bound hair
and tightly laced hearts
jump rope like children.
Ornate caterpillars crawl fearlessly
among humanities most beautiful hearts;
waterfalls thrash in ecstasy.
Acolytes place the earthly remains
of florescent black and turquoise butterflies on alters;
in tribute to the Osho's garden.
wikipedia.org/wiki/Osho_(Bhagwan_Shree_Rajneesh)
Earth Day…a day to celebrate our planet…her gentleness…her power…to marvel at her oceans…her mountains…her valleys and her flowers.
Her islands, her fields, her meadows…her rivers, plains and trees..her air we breathe…her water we drink…the mystery her seas.
A day to celebrate her waterfalls…her sunrises…those shadowy silhouettes….that form across the sky as the sun’s about to set.
To think about her rainbows, ladybugs, crickets, spiders (yes spiders), bees and butterflies…the shapes and colors of her clouds as they float across the sky.
And we can’t forget her animals…those that crawl, fly, swim and stand……the myriad of creatures who share her sky, her seas…her land.
The Earth is special to us all…from the moment of our arrival…
she is vital…she is crucial…she’s fundamental to our survival…
So today is the day to praiser her…to laud…to commemorate and tout her…because, when you stop and think about it…we could not exist without her…
Which makes one wonder…
If she is that important to us…
from the moment of our birth…
perhaps every day we should take the time…
to celebrate our Earth.
I dim the lights to a flicker,
For the shadows beg to dance;
Ive always been a sucker,
for a midnight shadow romance.
Glimmering silver moonbeams,
trickle through these dusty shades;
The spotlight awakens this hollow room,
Yes it's shadows on parade.
The shadows never argue,
nor do their feet get sore;
And shadows always answer ,
every time I ask for more.
Shadows keep my secrets,
all that I hold so dear;
And shadows never gossip,
no matter what they hear.
My shadows are good listeners,
whenever I feel blue;
They sit with me til the sun comes up,
and always see me through.
Shadows catch my teardrops,
before they ever hit the floor;
and turn them into waterfalls ,
to wash away whats sore.
Yes the shadows are to me,
my closest, faithful friends;
And although it is unspoken,
I know they will love me to the end.
Once upon a time, in a world spun of gold,
Where mountains were diamonds and oceans, untold,
A love like no other was born in the air,
Between a king and a queen—no love could compare.
The king saw the queen from a tower of light,
Her beauty, it shattered the stars of the night.
With every glance, the planets stood still,
The moon bent its silver to bow to her will.
He rode on a stallion made out of the sky,
His breath turned to rainbows, his tears made birds fly.
Through forests of emeralds, past rivers of pearls,
He raced just to tell her, “You’re more than the world.”
The queen, in her splendor, could summon the breeze,
Her whisper could topple the tallest of trees.
Yet when she saw him, her heart burst in flames,
The heavens cried out, “We must know their names!”
She waited by waterfalls woven with lace,
Her eyes held the sun in a golden embrace.
With a voice like the wind, she called out to the king,
“My love, you’re the reason the angels still sing.”
They met in a meadow where roses could talk,
Where time itself paused just to watch them both walk.
He knelt at her feet, the earth split in two,
And flowers grew brighter just hearing “I love you.”
The birds stopped their flying, the oceans stood still,
The stars dimmed their sparkle—they knew nothing would thrill
As much as the kiss that was shared in that place,
Where galaxies trembled in infinite grace.
And so they were wed under skies painted red,
The clouds spun their gowns and the planets all bled
Colors that only the deepest loves see—
For theirs was a love that could set the world free.
Now legends are told of their endless delight,
How love shook the cosmos that fateful, bright night.
For in their embrace, all creation found rhyme,
A love so immense it could outlast all time.
D.Dchristian
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Surreal nature encapsulates the scene spread out in front of my unbelieving eyes. Years ago this was the center hub of activity in the rural community. Forgotten way of life as people congregate in crowded cities. It is good to visit the quiet rural area if only in pictures.
the old grist mill leans
nestled in the rocky bank
red fall leaves surreal
The swift red stained creek that energized the mill's wheel still runs over ancient rocks on its course to the mighty sea. Its course unchanged for eons but the use of its steady resources remain. The red leaves upon the trees surrounding the creek will soon be spent.Their usefulness soon to be gone..
the red sweet gum leaves
fall twirling land 'pon hard rocks...
crayfish hide beneath
Small white water rapids gush over the stony bottom and tiny waterfalls continously rushing forth to the nearest river and then onward to the mighty ocean touching on all continents then coming home to rush forth once again..Rushing water that supports all life upon this good earth..The gushing water that supported the grist mill and the small community..The water is still there and the mill is still there but the people have deserted the once thriving way of life..
lapping water flows
as people flow far away...
bream wait spring to spawn
Written: 09-21-2013
Updated: June 08, 2018
I got up very early breathing in scented air,
beholding the beams of light that came from far;
and looking outside pure joy built up inside;
all is awakening: He always keeps His promise!
How comforting is to have freedom without anxieties
and imitate fearless eagles that spreads their wings;
will I seek adventures never imagines, written or told?
Will I go to the remotest places nobody ever explored?
Earth is a wonder with its majestic mountains and waterfalls;
beautiful are the lush meadows with marigold and sparrows!
Finally, my thirst will be quenched at the nearest bubbling brook,
and the ravens that have traveled far will share my water and croak!
Who needs more rest a farmer, a traveler with sheer interest?
or a novice poet that hasn't found a muse to inspire his verses?
What is taken more to heart happy kids or those with sunken eyes?
After a tiresome journey, we get nostalgic and we come home to rest!
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Meaning: Adj: Extraordinarily good; wonderful
(S)oaring on the wings of love
(U)nder starlit skies spread above
(P)arachuting with joy in hand
(E)manating across the beautiful land
(R)esting together peacefully side by side
(C)asting smiles far and wide
(A)fter the sun sets, swirled colors to see
(L)ight of the stars lead the way with glee
(I)magine the best is waiting ahead
(F)or dreams to prepare before going to bed
(R)apture is met as the morning wakes
(A)ll rested and calm as mountains and lakes
(G)lorious views are endless to see
(I)nviting, to be shared in love with thee
(L)iving to the fullest, with the rush of waterfalls
(I)llustrating the flow of words the heart calls
(S)ensational stories to hold and to tell
(T)ransformed from wishes tossed in a well
(I)gniting pleasures from the body and mind
(C)reating special places that no-one can find
(E)xciting to share with understanding between
(X)eric desert beauty there is to be seen
(P)icturesque, singular, rare moments so rare
(I)rredescent feelings emerge from everywhere
(A)ll the material things that are around
(L)essen with meaning hearing a simple sound
(I)n quiet space all that is needed is found
(D)ynamic words with music, looking into the eyes
(O)f a loved one standing there with a surprise
(C)oming to you with vows with an open heart
(I)magine this is true and it is only a start
(O)f an adventure that will never end or unravel
(U)nder the skies in the land of life’s travel
(S)weet love’s conviction with the fall of a gavel
Heidi Sands
5/14/17