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Soul of Beauty
Through the dirt and grime of centuries
Bloody carnage of hate and fickle fate
In mediocre destinies
With shattered and reviled dreams
It came creeping
From the tears of lovers
Left to weep with graves
From the stories and legends
Of hearts bitter revenge
Struggling to rise
Floating in the carbon toxic
And the filth of monoxide stench
Rallying with the scream of cinder burnt
Atomic rising sun wastelands
Ever straining
Cringing and cowering by pilloried hands
Slapped back to the slavery
The chains of abuse still hanging
Bare and bleeding their spiritual noose
It lifted up
In wretched and ravaged cries of torture
The prostituted life of raped soul
In the stinking and festering pits
In concrete caves of darkest eyes
A quiet cry
With misguided faith
And fear filled thoughts
With the drudgery of time
And its wasted philosophies come to nought
To be recognised
All terror and anguish
Delivered to a single inescapable point
Of useless and overburdened hope
To heavens repentant angel of death
And be free
Trammelled by its own steel shod hypocrisy
Flayed by its lies and deceit
Whipped to the post of progress
And entertainments release
At last released
With a felon grin
And wrenching sadness
Pleading eyes
And with wistful smiles
It came creeping
Struggling to rise
Ever straining
It lifted up
A quiet cry
To be recognised
And be free
At last released
The soul of beauty
The heart of mankind
The spirit of love
There is a music that weeps comfort,
Through the distance, in quiet moments,
Healing and blessing, reminding that His gentle grace
Will flow from the heavens, embracing,
Surrounding hearts with a lasting light – the source
Of love, His love…
There is a single tear, that whispers softly,
Through the spirit who listens
To the silence, the heartfelt lonely,
Blowing beyond the oaks and pines, in the forests
Of kindness, where He stirs the mind –
With feelings, beautiful…
There is the ghostlike echo, flinging wildly,
Endless prayers, who need to blaze,
Through the darkness,
Erasing shadows who aspire to reach the maze,
Trails of lessons, imaginations, amazed,
Singing to the soul with wounds, hearts broken
By the griefs, the regrets….
There is harmony in prayers, praises, blessings,
Shedding dewlike promises,
Lyrics wild like the roaring waves on seas,
Meant to bring the spirit incredulity,
Based on sunset tangerine, in buttery dreams,
While the azure skies secret stars,
Glistening in the inferno of a blazing serenity…
There is marvelous in the dance between,
Yesterday and circumstance,
Waltzing in faded feelings, mysteries,
Erasing the darkness, the night’s wistful
Melancholy, deaf to all the poetry
Found inside a leafy grace, a stem of faith,
Where life begins and hides each glimpse
Past memories, tell-tell signs,
Breathless signs of what is to come…
There is life in the yesterdays, the hues of light,
Falling past the memories,
Hesitating to believe the truth, trembling,
On the edges of sanity, silhouettes
Glowing, embers of lasting lessons, growing,
Messages from moments, history
Coaching the lingering yearnings to believe….
There is a song in each sleeping chapter,
Within this book of hopes and dreams,
Solitude beckoning from its destiny of charms,
Rewriting the moments, soft photos,
Fragile details in the shadows, selling joy,
Breathless thanks, heartfelt longings,
Breaking through the night,
Darkest moments just before the dawn…
When I tell you that I love you, my heart beats,
Like it is breaking, …
It never hesitates to assure,
There is a poem hiding in the lines,
Between you and me,
Between hopes and dreams,
Between the shadow and the light,
Between what is wrong and right…
When I tell you that I love you, my heart is breaking for you.
Nestled is the slender twisting trail canyon between timeless steep
aspiring mountains and meditative sopheric sea waters
The frail road deepens into lofty thickness further from the harsh
volcanic valley where passion’s throes are ever in abeyance as days grind
on at a petty pace, as winding cathartic minds strive to be free and leave their
fears of mortal sin, intrusive family— religious dogma dismissive, oppressive
My yearning heart writhes in agonizing prose knowing senses magma
guilt etched into my very core, now behind
I’ll unwind, in a soft bed of sand that awaits
Spring’s strong winds of life call, visible the sea in the
distance, in instance, heads tilt, abut, falling upon my
wooer’s shoulder, he presses gears, downshifts reaching tireless
slate-gray force spreading over ocean floors flooding with no remorse
An uncommon gallantry he displayed, a warrior’s valiant looks
fired up my very essence
A dimming sun immerses into a hesitant horizon, sweeping breezes spin
warm spells embracing an enchanter’s realm,
with its charm he gazed into languid eyes
Silhouettes stark, foreheads bow, touch, sweetened sweat from
jasmine bushes alongside the road, perks of riding the stallion of steel
evoked smiles in sideview mirror, heated rims, spokes spun
Dismount a stroll, toes sank in sand, holding hands dodging driftwood
washed ashore, I chose a serpent shaped, a souvenir!
I’d glue turquoise stone eyes, a keepsake, or an omen?
Zena’s cove of guilty pleasures seal fates, certainly
not rhythmic lapping waves against the shore nor salmon sunset
or a waxing crescent moon, and not the wistful ocean’s teary spray
Its tears wetted my cheeks in afterglows
Lest moonlit sky amongst shy hidden stars
Pangs subside, panic betides, doctrine ridden not from our marrow
Womb’s flower in bloom, a secret kept, an advent arrival
The planets wept, forms beyond birth of celestial bodies,
one existence yet does sin exist in celestial angels?
He held tightly, softly whispered let’s run away,
his proposal on adulthood’s precarious cusp,
bestowed him a refusal, sweet youth ruins
Alas and alack life proceeds
steady as ebb and flow of the tides
After a precious gem she’s named, sweet lord
never more blissful, daughter
Caressed are tranquil ocean waves
the mountains groaned, repulsed
by the distant grumble of thunder’s rough
voice rising on the edges of the dark
stirring the distant gaze of a still twilight
flooded with shadows, hasty halos
remembering what comes, after the storm
the gentle pelting, pretty droplets
erasing the murmur of leaves, dancing
crisp as the shadows, forever trembling
a certain power beneath the streams
pouring out their feelings, on hills
burning with laughter, seeking the night
where a brilliant lavender sky
sings to the explosion of light…
You are there, in the prayer
melting away the pain, the despair
quieting the music of a storm
who knows my most intimate yearnings
the muse of a promise, coursing
through veins of light, inklings
of a lost moment, when melancholy
sings, so alive on the still skies
where floods of water, stream, breaking
through the forest, woodsy scents
like pine and moss, delicate
overpowering the still muse.
In the center of this storm,
an ache, a presence, so forlorn
you pour out light from your warm,
you restore peace to my heart
you remind my soul, you’re the One
who tells the winds to blow,
who shows the moon its glow
who breaths hope into the flow
of wistful showers, all the hours
a storm who is sent to show
every heart, the music of hope
as a song fades from the soul
who hears the wind
and heeds the stirring
of a prayer beneath the dark
praising You, my heart’s renown
my spirit’s peace,
my great belief…
You are the One
who colors my love
with grace and joy
a gentle knowing – that Your love
will guide me through the storm,
never allowing me to worry,
always freeing me so I know
You are the One who will lead me on,
to a distant home, a heaven who knows
this is love – from God above,
the One who tells the storm to grow
the One who tells the storm to go
the One who tells the storm to restore
gentle peace to the mountain and shore
a still, cool breath from the spirit of grace,
peace that is more than a heart can expect,
the love that assures me You won’t reject.
In the eye of the storm…
You are my relief, my consolation, my security
the answer to my prayer for a still, sweet beautiful
who can prepare my heart to see
beyond the storm, to the eternal singing, its urgent touch.
Gentle as the sunlight,
Reflecting hope over snow covered ground,
Softening the heart and soul…
With a soothing whisper,
The kiss of kindness, blissful – healing,
Wistful memories, silent dreams
All the blessings, the many things…
That make up a lifetime, timeless truths
Creative gestures, faith that moves…
Mountains and fluid motion
Water rushing past the beds of smooth
Stones, erasing the past with a heartfelt
Caress
Breathless prayers promising,
Echoing grace through the surface of a Spring
Arising in the emotional beauty, the lasting
Smiles of intimacy, shrugging off…
The last of the snow’s biting
Urging the wonders of glittering shimmers
Stirring up feelings of cold, dark December
With the songs of praise, the music
Wiping away the last of a nocturnal grip
Who feels like doubt pressing in…
Leaving only the feeling that stirs
Promises and pleas, petitions
For peace, praising – worship that flows
From a soul who knows – B L E S S I N G S
Warm as the morning, a dawn
Sighing – like the forgiving winds of Summer
Smiling on the shoulders, kissing away
The wild, willful waters of the rainy season
Flooding the spirit with reconciling feelings
Kindnesses, rich and vibrating…
Trembling like the silence
Who blends away the screams of doubt,
Welcoming the hues of happiness
In the sunlight, streaming –
Wiping out the clouds, the wistfulness
The melancholy and fear, tears – like dewy
Hopes caressing the flowers
Enchanting, fascinating… beguiling each
Moment with pearls of joy
Impulsive, stars shimmer and glisten,
Like the Autumn who dims the thoughts,
Aspires to create awe in the heart
Who sees its elegance, its gratitude and mercy…
Restoring the night’s burning
Flames of repentance, duty to the rumors of agile
Wispy light falling heavily from a moon, glowing
Silvery frost through the intense specter –
Liberty, a candor threading its way past the trees
Into the wonders of a forest…
A forest who believes, accepts the second chance
To bring serenity through the settling urge…
From rainfall undertones
To thankful treasures from the spice of November
Listen to the glowing hope – the faith
In Thanksgiving’s adoration … thanks to Him,
The One who gave us the miracles, the peace…
The G O D S E N D S
Gentle light flows through the pines,
Inviting the oaks, the laurels, to sigh,
Echoing soft breath, smoke rising –
Mist in the sky, a moment of silence
Breaks the song, playing on the crisp morn’
This is summer’s sadness, when August
Shadows the heat, the sweltering thoughts
Erasing July quicker than sunlight erases
The dew from tender petals who remember
Only the beginnings of dawn’s presence
Soon, Autumn will write its lyrics in dancing
Leaves, vibrant promises of scarlet and gold,
Enchanting the dreams with laughing hues,
Music playing quietly on the still, cool morning
When a heart reaches through the misty air
This is the best recollection of the autumnal
Wings, airborne, soaring gracefully over the
Trembling skies – into the endless veils, vapors
Still, ashen clouds, mysteries in the heavens,
Inspiring poetry from those who write visions…
Warmest wishes, feelings like leaves faded
Beneath the strongest branches, oaks and birch,
Inspirations beguiling the moon to heed the stars,
Blow away the doubts from the storms, rains falling
Melodiously, stirring the embers of a heart, a soul
August noon awaits the temptations so soon removed,
Washed away by the fond webs, the drying memories,
In tones of ashen amber, soothing auburn, reflections
Breathing out psalms along the mountain ridges,
Repeating the trembling hopes, the dreams of a spirit
Eminent woes, memories peeled away in layers –
Intimate and healing, reassuring that fall will be what it will be,
Always alive with reflections, embraces, traces of hope,
Heartfelt desires and wondering affections kissing the truth,
Abiding inside those who know this is God’s unfinished painting –
This is the treasure of summer poured out in wistful
Memories and promises, prayers for the seasonal grace,
The inspirational – the thanks, given to the One who
Captured light and poured it across the earth in one enchanting
Explosion of amazing, marvelous, stunning – even the greatest poet
Can’t write a wonder like that –
His hand, His sculpture, His creation… baffles even the most confident artiste
With God, there is no impossibility and no reason for upset
With Him, not only autumn, not just august, but the entire heart
– the whole life, the entire soul – is blessed!
* This has become a fave genre for me, as I’ve always been fascinated by metamorphosis and introspection of a shadowy nature … I hope you enjoy it. *
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ruin of me …
what was once
a bloom of promise
has become a wilderness of horrors
all for the sake
of your pearly light, strewn
that cornflower eye
that you open wide but once a month …
in my wistful youth,
I dreamt of your enchantments -
what dark-edged demon
were you looking for
that needed the bright of your full gaze?
you, a black-skinned cyclops
searching this orb
for the spell might set it free …
was that it, I mused?
each full face of the moon -
were you hoping for your liberty
and occasion to dance with the stars?
how could I have known in
my callow curiosity?
how could I have envisaged such
a diabolical truth?
it was ME you were searching for -
the chance to turn my blood
to molten metal
my teeth to daggers
and my body to a fiend of the moors -
twisted, powerful as an oak
and thirsting for flesh …
you, Luna
are the pearl of night -
the maiden of mysteries and magic, dark
the recreant lover of lycanthropy -
bane of my breath
and sweet salt of my doom
ages-times-ages ago
the vernal lad I was
wandered the high fells, lost -
dropped sleeping under a copse of cedars
and awakened to the gentle bite
of a broad, beautied canid
(your maidservant)
sable, with eyes of fire opal
the blue sheen of your vaulted gaze
daubing her fur like dew …
she had no intent of devouring me
no sense of animus at all
just PURPOSE -
purpose beyond my grasp
but the wait to discover just that,
was not long …
now -
now you stare like a harlot
these rare nights
just to see my monstrosity -
to behold the wonder of your accursed creation -
the genesis of genocide and guilt
that pierced the heart of a
wee boy of chastity
rife with hope and promise
then charred his dreamy aspirations
with veins of fire
and a conflagration of his marrow …
I … am the damned …
in your sight -
your blue-eyed midnight -
is where the man of me ends
and the beast begins
you, passion’s pain
who stirred my stripling soul
robbed me of my god
and flames my
coursings …
even now.
For the “1258 New Poem Only Poetry Contest”, Brian Strand Judge/Sponsor.
All anxieties are gone
We dream on like daydreamers, awaiting another great,
delight-illuminated dawn
I’ll love you until my life is no more
I’ll love you, even if you have strayed into the darkness
I love you from the bottom of the ocean to the heavens
above
I’ll love you – I won’t get over you and you’re my love at
first sight – you were and still are a dazzling, surreal sight –
you kiss me and I’m overwhelmed with passionate bliss
I will love you if you would step out of the abyss with me
I’m fearless to say that I used to bleed out remorse
Before I met you…of course
I used to cry myself asleep because I felt so alone
Before I met you, I was on my own
V.5: Were you looking for me in the Weeping Meadows?
I’m looking in the mirror; then out of nowhere, I hear your
echoes
You wiped away the wistful waters…you made the gray of
today disappear and now, I’m not as gloomy and introverted
as I once was…what a fine, terrific day!
You prevented a waterfall of sorrowful appall from exposing
itself too soon…I’m reflecting about the trespasses in my
past, feeling the dread drown me time and time again – why
am I doused in dismay?
*chorus* I’m never fearless enough to stand up for you or
even claim that you saved me and I to you from death’s
snare
But, I must tell you someday, so that you’re aware
That you are someone special in my heart – I can’t conceal
the truth of what I feel for you deep inside
In my life, in my life, I’m still stuck in the solitary cave
In my life, in my life, I thought I wasn’t at all brave
I was caved in by the cravings of my heart
The darkness once ripped me apart
But, you repaired me and I recovered pretty fast
So, please listen up! I must tell you about my good and bad
past
Fear doesn’t exist here
Get a grip on the rope of hope
All anxieties are gone
We dream on like daydreamers, awaiting another great,
delight-illuminated dawn
I’ll love you until my life is no more
I’ll love you, even if you have strayed into the darkness
I love you from the bottom of the ocean to the heavens
above
I’ll love you – I won’t get over you and you’re my love at
first sight – you were and still are a dazzling, surreal sight –
you kiss me and I’m overwhelmed with passionate
bliss
Grief, for the heart who remembers,
Dismantles the silence,
With melancholic lights, softly glowing,
Restoring the music to the soul,
Who remembers, remembers the love…
Grief, for the love who consoles,
Stirring the voice,
His grace makes hearts whole,
Trembling, winds raising
Beautiful dreams, so amazing…
Grief, cold as ice, amazing,
Singing through the twilight,
Softly breaking, quiet,
Surrendering beneath shadows,
Rejecting words who blame…
Grief, destined to blame,
All the rhythms, restrained,
By the listening nature,
Who abides in blessings, praising
One who offers God’s grace…
Grief, faced with true grace,
Fades beneath the gentle,
Souls breathing hope,
Hearts who truly know,
Love has its own special glow…
Grief, wearisome in each glow,
Beckoning to those who know,
Without love, nothing can grow,
Without love, the light won’t show,
What it means to feel so low…
Grief, while it brings the spirit low,
Remembers that love,
It is love that that blesses the soul,
It is love that produces grief,
It is love that also brings relief…
Grief, through sorrow comes relief,
Reminding hearts to just breath,
Reminding souls to mourn,
Reminding spirits of love so warm,
This is grief that stirs tears, so wistful…
Grief, blossoms in the wistful,
Creating a knowing, a lost dream,
Despite the assurance that love believes,
Even in the winds of change,
There comes a hope that still prays…
Grief, while the soul prays,
Reminds the spirit that love is willing,
Love is brave and must be given away,
Love is the light we find inside,
The source of our life – His story our guide…
Grief, with Jesus as our guide,
Will be left behind, swallowed up by light,
Remembering the love that is still alive,
Love that comes from the very life,
That we grieve, because love stills abides!
Grief, whether it’s yours or mine,
Relieves the heart who suffers,
Wiping away the tears and hurt,
Comforting the soul with love that is,
Love that comes from the Son who stills….
Even the wind, the shadows, the grief….
He stills the tears with a gentle that sings.
He stills the fears with a serenity that believes.
He stills the years with a solace that means…
Even the seas know He is the relief of all grief!
You asked me for a dance one night, ’twas late one New Year’s Eve,
and as I held you in my arms, your shape did wend and weave;
a sudden kiss as midnight struck (I thought it make believe) -
for stars and kismet ruled with zeal our lives would interleave.
I give to you the morning sun to dance within your smile
a flower wild amongst the stones upon a rocky isle
with hidden paths in ancient woods where we can walk awhile.
You lead me by the hand through nights into the waking days,
through swinging gates in mirrored walls and through the midnight haze,
through castles built in sandbox realms in children’s yesterdays.
I give to you a ragged doll, a puppet on a string,
a ride upon a rocking horse, a swallow on the wing,
a ribbon trailing from your hair, a red or scarlet thing.
You whisk me from a valley deep wherein a black wind blows,
and tracks upon the empty trails are hidden by the snows,
to share with me your secret thoughts and steal away my woes.
I give to you a silver flute, a whistle on a chain,
a drummer boy with dancing feet, a sugar candy cane,
a window flushed with foolish tears mid pitter-patter rain.
You lead me from entangled streets inside a circus town,
subduing smoky memories that haunt this wistful clown
by quelling plaintive melodies and sorrows that they sound.
I give to you a penny plain to cast upon a dream,
a streaking star inside the sky, a bridge across a stream,
a teddy bear with tattered ears and berries dipped in cream.
You show me how a rainbow lightens distant liquid lands,
where dew drops paint the purple leaves deserted on the sands
on roads of simple wonderment within your slender hands.
I give to you in winter’s chill my ragged scarf of thread,
a dripping ball of candle wax on fire blazing red,
and offer you this smitten rhymer’s loving arms in bed.
You spin me tales of laughter, yes, of laughter on a spree,
of laughter restless in the sky, of laughter running free,
of laughter dancing, skipping wildly far beyond the sea.
I give to you these careless words, arrayed in broken lines,
adorned, my love, with tempest winds and teardrop salty brine,
in cups of youthful passion steeped in desolation wine,
and promise I’m forever yours... if only you’ll be mine.