Her face showed freshness of a fecund lea,
Inviting eyes lured me then to explore,
Her bosom conveyed warmth that was friendly,
Lighthouse-like beckoning to come ashore.
Each tiny cell of her anatomy,
Derided by the wise as mortal flesh,
And deemed Maya, if not an enemy,
Posed, why such rare beauty be scorched to ash.
Let all the wisdom warn of beauty’s blight,
I still in life’s splendid things would believe,
Let all keep philosophy’s vague delight,
I fall for beauty’s charm, let it deceive,
And love to kiss its lowly dust on death
To keep alive in loveliness my faith.
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Sonnet | 01.04.2014, revised March 2025 |
Note: Beauty is only skin deep, and if one were to scrape a shade below (forget the sub atomic levels), the scene could be quite nauseating. Beware of beauty’s blight, old wisdom says. It is all illusive Maya. This sonnet nevertheless says: let me keep my illusion and faith in loveliness.
A little bit of loveliness
Goes a long way
It can change a mood
Or make a day
A little bit of loveliness
Comes in all shapes and forms
It is not a cure or solution
Simply calms a mind and a heart it warms
So treat yourself to a little bit of loveliness
Impart or share with another
Feel its uplifting strength
And the simple joy it uncovers
Serenity looks at the sun merely hiding from the clouds
an echo fades in the quiet dusk, loveliness purified.
Listen to the musical tap of thinned-out raindrops on leaves,
a phantasmic ecstasy awaits, loveliness purified.
When one endeavors to soar aloft on wings of bird plumage
the veil of the eternal slips off, loveliness purified.
Walking on land that feels cleansed by the tide, the rain and the dew
earth opens like a mouth to feed you, loveliness purified.
I may drift to a place beside the sea, coax the waves to speak
that my world won’t slip from its moorings, loveliness purified.
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a loveliness
of ladybugs tints drab sprig
good luck charms
No prettier flowers match the ones
Lynn nurtures with immense care;
all her fantasies seem to adhere...
as if they were evocative lyrics!
Crape myrtle trees are blooming early,
they beautify the lively garden below;
blossoms make a soft and cozy pillow
to lay down gently and dream sweetly!
No windfall scatters them around with blows,
their stems can withstand upcoming storms;
their petals dazzle and make tearful Flora smile...
whenever she's anxiously waits to be a bride!
All the vivid colors of this suburban garden
invite everybody to stare at them gleefully,
Giancarlo offers a bouquet to a lonely lady;
her thankfulness pleases the kind gentleman!
If only spring could last all yearlong, southbound
Marlins, Canaries and Puffs would come around often;
their astonishing, cheery melodies will surely astound:
stop by and admire the loveliness of Lynn's garden!
A flower garden was her veil
No one questioned it
For her thumb was amazingly green
Azure eyes gave her a haunting look
Some were intimidated by her
I was a bit jealous
She exuded a beauty few can hope for
I watched her turn the corner
And loved every movement
In the gardens called loveliness,
flowers healing all visitors
with unknown diseases.
July 24/2023
she looked fresher than a new April daffodil
powdery blue eyes
exotic Georgia peach skin
girls in the locker room stared
she was quintessential beauty of loveliness
without realizing it
When I'm deepest green
beneath clear blue skies and seas
cascades of flowers!
Then bliss hours of my beauty
and my radiant good health.
In blue hours of green
birds sing and there's abundance
planetary dream
I hope soon days are coming
when you listen to your heart.
bridge stretches for miles
displaying fine art each day
high dive loveliness
If there was a serene royal baby blue highness of beauty,
this woman would be my contender.
I was not sure which was more gorgeous
Her blue fur outfit or her lovely blue eyes.
Together they made the quintessential picture of loveliness.
On emerald leaf
Or bending stalk of new wheat
You do your service.
Almost out of sight
Scarlet coat with polka dots
Friend of your farmer.
Quietly busy
Marvel in miniature
Lady loveliness.
It's chilling outside, and it's shivery.
Wary of the downpour, she remains mostly,
Under the forlorn tree, similar to a statue,
Eyes, the cloud of sunset sparkles too.
I view murkiness from afar off the shimmer of Orion.
Our spirit imperativeness conveys me to the horizon,
Stars brushing and sky sparkle are wonderstruck.
Same as sculpture mold on a wall that you can pluck.
Her attractiveness is obvious to me, in complete calm.
Or when she cries in the middle of a mountain balm.
I'm ready to perceive her beauty in her heart and mind.
Inside the moles on her face, she blemishes as a hind.
Everything she is, or everything she shows.
When the night is ending, it expands and grows.
I understand I'm depicting my woman purposely.
There's a ton of things we don't even see,
In a world with everything we crave, yet disagree.
Need to be cherished, ensured, and in security.
Written: November 28, 2021
Wonderstruck Poetry Contest
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S-tatement's
H-eartfelt
I-dea
E-mploys
L-oveliness
A-nd
M-eaning
A-pplying
R-emembrance
I-n
E-ssence
A-s
B-rilliant
I-nsight
L-ets
L-ines
E-ntertain
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Form: Vertical Monocrostic
L-et
O-pus
R-ightfully
E-mploy
T-he
T-opic
A-bout
P-oetic
E-xpression's
L-oveliness
I-n
G-ood
R-emembrance's
O-riginality
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Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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