No one had ever seen a lovelier, daintier unicorn.
He was the most gracious one who was ever born.
He never bragged about his oversized horn.
Instead, was humble, and made no one forlorn.
He had the manners of a well-bred king of kings.
A knowledge of mystical, magical, powerful ethereal things.
He was a wizard at predicting things that came true
And he was never dour, sad, angry, mean or blue.
We loved this unicorn, and we told him as much.
He appreciated this and shared his magical touch.
He shared his food, his wife, his children and his bed.
Uh-oh, Can I please rewrite that last sentence instead….
in autumn she is the loveliest path in the world
pumpkins line the doorways of the houses
some decorate with maize and gourds
We laugh as we walk down this path
in the rain, relishing October
in spring we travel the same path
frightened bunnies hide under bushes in the rain
We see them as we pass, they are frozen in place
We are careful to be silent, not wanting to frighten them
She is the loveliest path in the world in April too
Having finished lunch, I went out for sometimes;
To view the Pines, stood on their lines.
Zealous I was to stand infront of the trees,
And also felt the gentle cool breeze.
The presence of Pines made the surrounding so beautiful,
Thought it was heaven;Oh! I became fool.
I hadn't much time to observe the view,
Determined to come back again with sinew.
Now, I have scored twenty of my innings,
But it is not enough to satisfy my feelings.
Thinking when again I will see with own eyes,
The queue of the loveliest Pines.
The loveliest bird in my forest is she
The beautiful cardinal in the oak tree.
The blue jay is deferring to her, as his queen.
He is her subject, loud cackles, but not a bit mean.
She brings in some subjects, all colors of red.
Blue jay waits patiently, until all are fed.
Cardinal comes back for a tiny bit more seed.
Blue jay flies off, doing a rather good deed.
Robins come in, twirling and tweeting with glee.
Sweet blue jay stays back, high in an elm tree.
When they have eaten, and given a bird song,
Blue jay flies back, to the feeder, but does not stay long.
Contest: Songbirds
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Written: Feb 10, 2019
You're so love-a-ly, so love-a-ly
can't believe you're in love with me.
The loveliest thing is this song to sing
your so giving heart - the love you bring.
Did I mention today that I love you?
Without you, I wouldn't know what to do.
When you find someone to share your heart
it's impossible to think of being apart.
Seems like we were destined to be:
searched the world - all the land and sea.
Strolled the spots where beauties abound
but a truer love I've never found.
For all the lovelies who dream a song
who wait for their lovers to come along,
they capture my feeling and deepest fear -
to have no one to hold - no one so dear.
You're so love-a-ly, so love-a-ly
can't believe you're in love with me.
The loveliest thing is this song to sing
your so giving heart - the love you bring.
D-aybreak is ever lovely
A-s it brings warmth and light;
N-ew dawn that sweetly breaks
I-s setting things aright.
C-herish the loveliest day, as it makes you gladly smile;
A-n early morning touch lets you go the extra mile.
R-ight before your eyes
O-ne lovely day you meet;
S-hadows have disappeared
E-xcept the sun you meet.
L-ook at the blue sky,
A-n air of birth is beautiful;
N-ovember twenty-third
I-s the loveliest day of
A-ll.
L-ovely lines in a verse
Y-earn to create a thrill;
N-ew kind of excitement even warms the chill.
H-er most loveliest line
E-liminates the pressure;
R-apture is truly brought,
M-aking one feel the pleasure.
O-n twenty-fourth September
S-weet rhyme has eased her mind;
'O-nly reminds me of you' is her most loveliest line.
Lovely is the name he bequeathed her
on occasion he could recall when they met
variable soft silkens rest upon her breast
even her lips pursued his inner mindset
like every young man consumed in fascination
insecure, doubtful, hesitant and now totally finished
even before he could begin to approach his lovely
sullen was his smile, "Would you care to dance?"
together the silkens now lay upon his lips
2/15/16
oh how i love to get lost in the light with you
oh how i love the total completeness of the island
oh how good you feel when you release your endorphins on me
oh how good it feels to be wanted without judgment or hesitation due to worrisome reputation
the key to unlock the door to my heart were hidden in the safe somewhere amidst my endoskeleton
you found a way to break through and steal that key and hide it within the warm safety of your cleavage
you want me to do a little scavenger hunt
i comply not minding at all
what eventually results in the conclusion is a meshing of colors similar to a kaleidoscope
oh, how i love to be lost in the effervescent darkness of you....
My love for you
is like a rose,
a rose that blossoms
in the spring
Precious, graceful full
of depth,
Loveliest among all
things
It leaves me like
a gust of wind,
knowing who it’s
going to
Moving at a fiery
speed
So it can quickly
get to you
Its trust is there
for you to see,
showing you that
it’s sincere
True affection
felt by me,
and it’s all for
you my dear
My love for you
is like a rose,
a rose that blossoms
in the spring
Precious, graceful full
of depth,
Loveliest among all
things
Oh that lovely rose
With delicate petals rare.
She lovingly chose.
Reminding of love
and all the memories shared.
Now all gone above.
Heaven's rarest rose
Everlasting pure, holy
In heaven now grows.
*For Sweethearts "Special Sentimental Senyru" contest
Warm heart wrapped
in garlands
replaces star
Hazel-eyed Ma grew the loveliest begonias
on her neat and colorful balcony; and if rains
were scarce, she would water them...
until the fragrant buds would bloom!
Exactly at eight o' clock, for three seasons,
she tendered for them with her caring hands;
and no weeds would mar their beauty so exquisite...
all the nuns came rushing from the Convent!
Sing, adorable mother, sing another aria...the happiest one,
as you caress your flowers with the gentlest touch;
crowds will gather underneath your festive balcony, to listen
with interest and acclaim you for your superb vocals!
Hazel-eyed Ma grew the loveliest begonias not seen
in the most spacious and elegant gardens;
she suddenly was known as the flower woman,
but also became the envy of many housewives.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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