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and your young men shall see visions and your
old men shall dream dreams.
—Acts 2:17
She stood unflinching,
a silver figure in the heart of a waterfall.
I gazed in wonder
my frail form shaken by the roar.
A winged lion flew out of the raging rapids
its outstretched claws plucking me off a high ledge.
Carried upon a disappearing sky
I thought of my son
how he foresaw this dream of mine.
Now in my infirmity she returns to me
incased in an argent fire.
I knew then that we had delivered a child
who's spirit would melt this iron kingdom
and I then must dwindle away.
Your mother has grown younger
you are ageless.
Now you look from a shining mirror
seeking an aged
long spilled seed.
Rustic mountains
Through glaciations
Moulded this wonderful
Scottish Nation
Caledonian Forests
Covered our land
On our Western Islands
Golden beached sands
Glens and rivers
Cris cross our land
Glorious moors
Where the Highland Stag stands
Majestic and tall
Proud and might
This king of beasts
The most wonderful sight
Scenery to thrill
Heather-ed in purpled bloom
Look out any window
Its our own front room
Golden Eagles
Soar above these lands
Winged royalty
In their blue blooded strand
Our contribution to our modern world
Is all around us, read and learn
Logie Baird, with Television
Pedal Cycle, Kirkpatrick MacMillan
Medical marvel, Penicillin
In other Nations our touch has felt
Our Ancestors us, we Celts
For centuries we cast our nets
To further lands
We were always met
Friendly Scots in every way
Gave this world
A better say
America, Canada, New Zealand too
Us Scots are in me and you
Ancestral blood runs through our veins
The quite wonderful Scottish strain
Alba.
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Gliding down the river of dreams we take to the ore
watching the last of the sunlight descend o'er the lake
Peaceful wings soar above our heads and we smile
as we shimmy through the waves with an easy sway
gliding down the river of hope alongside the drake
Striding the waters slow as can be we keep pace
with the swans as they slip through the stream
like white winged angels and velvet black swans
portenting the change through a sky made of lace
we are the gliders, wandering for loves own sake
Grappling with life, plucking our courage we slip
into the meld of the water, we amalgamate
shoring our Faith upstream we navigate
as we shimmy through the waves with easy sway
gliding down the river of hope, alongside the drake
we journey....5/10/2020
"The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire,"
drawing an ambience for dreamers to dream
with watercolor whispers and acrylic zen ~
amorous, magnetic, and achingly alluring,
dusted in mauve-winged wishes,
as the moon’s crown sparkled in gold…
O beloved crescent ~ that stirs my ink,
love me like sultry sea waves,
rippling through Cupid’s veil ~
a surreal sketch of sunset soulmates,
destined to dance beyond time’s thistles,
oblivious to the jades of jealousy.
Meet me where memories fade,
and pain is an unfamiliar poem,
for I wear your love-stained letters ~
breathless, spellbound, and intoxicated
by the scent of handwritten heartbeats…
But if stars could sing, and dusk could speak,
would you heed the tunes of twilight,
like rain tracing fire along your skin,
while night hangs silent, and the breeze unfurls~
a ballet of butterflies in sync,
with the pulse and kiss of lunar lace…
"Mythical creatures arise in a labyrinth flight round a cloisters,
a crown of flowers and berries they wear in fairyland." Quote by Poet
Stars shiver in the laden cold with the moon's sight.
Autumn's chill sigh emotion thrown across the night.
The elves, faeries, centaurs, and minotaur physicality
in merry enchanting dance in the inner labyrinth
among the comfort the open courtyard invisibility.
Untold mythical young too; no mundane eyes could see.
Winged Faeries spin~dance holding an olive branch.
Dragons menacing roar with crackling fire of thunder
weaving between the clouds to catch the air above;
under a blanket sky, whirling in shadows of purple.
Magical serpentine fierce in all their mystic wonder,
incandesce scales in brilliant metallic shine livery,
to its subtle benevolence manner, bold chivalry.
3/17/2023
Writing Challenge - 'M' Words - Poetry Contest 7. mythical
Sponsored by: Constance La France
“Sanctuary of the Burning Veil” : An Incantation
The world outside is ash and roaring flame,
yet instinct whispers where the veil is thin.
You hear my spirit softly call your name,
beneath the arch where aching nights begin.
Yet instinct whispers where the veil is thin,
lost woodland creatures trace the curved design.
Beneath the arch where aching nights begin,
ink-winged angels guide you through Soul’s dark night.
Lost woodland creatures trace the curved design,
drawn to the heat of Love’s eternal spark.
Ink-winged angels guide you through Soul’s dark night,
with fireflies and haunted spirits pulsing in the pure moonlight.
Drawn to the heat of Love’s eternal spark,
your urgent whispers merge eternal into mine.
With fireflies and haunted spirits pulsing in the pure moonlight,
we press our skin against the sacred line.
Your urgent whispers merge eternal into mine,
step through the mirror, leave the world to burn.
We press our skin against the sacred line,
where separate souls can nevermore return.
Step through the mirror, leave the world to burn,
the Silent Oracle commands the dream to wake.
Where separate souls can nevermore return,
in lost-lover woods, our warm deep sanctuary we make.
The Silent Oracle commands the dream to wake,
the world outside is ash and roaring flame.
In lost-lover woods, our warm deep sanctuary we make,
you hear my spirit tenderly call your name.
Candide Diderot. ‘26
For Sotto Poet's E Words Contest
17 June 24
POTD. First Prize
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"Enthusiasm is nothing more or less than faith in action" -- Henry Chester
I cling to reveries of youth, the tender sentiment of plucking words from summer roots,
That in my journal hours when the red
of skies are agleam...phrases extend long long as straw.
I burn language the way one does in
a flamed trance--amused, enthused,
seduced-- reeling into a daze beneath
a new moon, a blur of penciled happenstance flapping like a winged feather on river of late afternoons.
I would still scribble in hay where syllables grow into racy tunes , my faith abiding in passion deep...
And I could not help myself but drown
my hands in raw and humid lines;
Bury my eyes deep in verses' jammed.
I'm loathed to leave my untamed story
when twilight fades. Still and all, letters
drip and tradewinds see blown paper
curling like blotted fingertips!
Like Angels, Winged
by Michael R. Burch
Like angels—winged,
shimmering, misunderstood—
they flit beyond our understanding
being neither evil, nor good.
They are as they are...
and we are their lovers, their prey;
they seek us out when the moon is full
and dream of us by day.
Their eyes—hypnotic, alluring—
trap ours with their strange appeal
till like flame-drawn moths we gather...
to see, to touch, to feel.
Held in their arms, enchanted,
we feel their lips, so old!,
and with their gorging kisses
we warm them, growing cold.
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ANGELS
Giant winged man found in many various religion;
Zoroastrianism, angels depicted benevolent celestial beings;
Angels, angels my thologies in Abrahamic religions;
Angels, angels whom do you believe what you are seeing;
Angels
Who act as intermediaries between God and Heaven;
Other roles of angels protecting and guiding human beings;
Carrying out God's tasks religions, angels within Abrahamic;
Angels, angels ahh!, yes I do believe in them;
Are often organized into hierarchies;
Angels, angels given specific names or titles like these;
Such rankings vary between sects in each religions;
Such as Gabriel, Micheal or "Destroying angel" flees
"Angel" expanded to various notions of spirits;
Angels figures found in other religious traditions;
Angels closed to God and man close so near it;
Angels theological study of angels is known as "angelology" conditions;
Angels who were expelled from Heaven are referred to as fallen angels;
Angels In fine art depicted as having shapes of human extraordinary beauty;
Angels, angel they are often identified using the symbols
Language of men angels bilingual;
Of bird wings, halos and light;
Alas these are the angels of God and Christ;
8/05/18
©2018
For New Rhyming Poems On Angels Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Laid as an egg on a leaf by your mother
you patiently awaited Nature's magic spell
In a few days you became a caterpillar
then calmly chewed your way out of the shell
You feasted on the leaves as you grew each day
shedding your skin when it became too tight
Then attached yourself to a safe spot to stay
in a self-made cocoon to keep out of sight
Safe in the shelter of your silken enclosure
you matured to a fully developed pupa
Within which the body of the caterpillar
was transformed into a glorious winged creature
You split the enclosure when the time was right
and then crawled into the outside world slowly
Your wings expanded and they became bright
while the air exposure strengthened your body
At last you stood with opened gossamer wings
glistening with glorious colours of the rainbow
Whose beauty brightens up the surroundings
and lifts the human spirit wherever you go