Memory tends to glorify a place. Growing up in West Texas, one of my favorite memories is going out with some of my friends to the "sandhills" just outside of our little town and camping out on a Friday or Saturday night.
We sit
Beneath a desert sky
And watch the aisles of stars
Leading away to infinity
As our breaths catch
And our hearts palpitate
In helpless wonder
We listen
As a desert breeze
Whispers the enduring story
Of the boundless and eternal love
Of the passionate paramour sky
For the coy and maidenly horizon
And how their mystic
Ardor for each other
Is quenched and satisfied
Twice each day
In the rapturous beauty
Of dawn and twilight
We sleep
Beneath a desert moon
Peacefully in the aqueous shadows
Of starlight
Lullabied by the ancient duet
Of the welcoming naked earth
And the caressing desert breeze
Categories:
lullabied, memory, sky,
Form: Free verse
Black Love
Black Love is a very darkest hue,
owing to
The absence of iniquitous
or
The complete absorption of throbbing
Black Love is the core within oneself,
The marrow of the hearts and as much as brawn to parade
All agonies laid and vaunted ebullience abundantly
Black Love is worshiping the pyramids of immolate the triumph of greed
And bestows temperance,
adorned in the walls of life
And balancing bits and pieces of sweet and sugar
Black Love is the mother that hold
prayers for deliverance
Much beloving and nurturing all her cubs
O' she lullabied us, she fed us
And her milk is philtres for lives
Black Love is a spoiled, wilful child
He whimpered in his nightmares and
All his vehemence bloomed in her womb
Shadowed in fortified and loved but
Remained a spoiled, wilful child
Black Love is a Lover
Soul yearn
Feet yonder
A glimpse of him
Maybe a little love...
Categories:
lullabied, 12th grade, black love,
Form: Narrative
I grew up as a child
near a freeway construction zone
Took many an afternoon naps
lullabied by the sound of machinery drone
And to this very day
when I hear the sounds of construction going on,
my eyes get heavy
and my ears take flight into the childhood zone
It’s the peaceful sounds of machines
playing the freeway song
Hypnotic sounds of machines droning on and on:
Jackhammers ... pounding drums staccato style
Drills ... metallic violins heard for miles
Bulldozers ... cymbals crashing ground piles
Dump trucks ... horns blasting engine shouts
Sweet transformative sounds,
slinging me across the vale of time
Young freeway dreams
taking me faraway to a future yet unseen
Categories:
lullabied, childhood, growing up, nostalgia,
Form: Bio
a patch of, alluring sea
the wonder of this buoyancy
the gentle waves, the searing sun
with all of nature, I am one
my aches and pains just drift away
on healing breeze that's come to play
nomadic sands in search of home
caress my body as they roam
the salted sea competes to find
a way my agile form to bind
yet I must rise and bid farewell
to his Mediterranean spell
I smile and towel dry my hair
and give the Sea King rousing stare
this wave, his swell of promise sweet
that on the morrow we will meet
and with a sigh I say goodbye
for island dreams are waiting by
then lullabied by gracious moon
I dream of Sea, of suntanned noon
I'll shed my garments, dip in bare
more liquid pleasures, sun kissed flares
Eileen Manassian
I haven't been around much as I was busy ending the summer session at the university, and now I'm enjoying my holiday in lovely Cyprus. I'll write and comment as I find opportunity. This came to me while I was swimming with my family before yesterday. :) They had to remember bits of it so I could jot it down when I got out of the water and onto the beach!
Categories:
lullabied, holiday, sea,
Form: Couplet
Where Love Grew
Beneath the maple tree
is where our love first started to grow
Green buds of unblossomed love,
basking in the golden dappled light
of spring’s awakening
A sweet kiss given,
sweet as maple ...
given beneath the swaying branches
Dancing to the wind music of spring,
as you lullabied me with sweet whisperings
Under the unshaded maple tree
is where our love first began to seed,
and take root into the heart of me
Beneath the maple tree
is where your love started to grow inside of me
Your love lifted me above the branches so high
It took me beyond the expansion
of the bright blue sky
Lasting longer than time
marked in tree rings to be seen
For in the seed of growth came strength of bond
that flourished on soft emerald grass,
under the shaded maple tree
Through rain and sun,
all storms to pass
Our sweet whisperings of love do last
Within my heart, within my soul,
I am as tall as the maple tree with you
We are still dancing to the wind music
each spring anew
Beneath the maple tree
where our love grew
Heidi Sands collaboration with Freddie Robinson Jr.
3/10/17
Categories:
lullabied, love, tree,
Form: Free verse
When early rose the sun,
came first steps and a smile.
Humane, you were the one
to give and never tire.
Not just a house, you said,
we're building on their dreams,
not just a door of wood,
an entryway to hope.
Cheerful at dawn's break,
never to complain.
Weathered but not weary
with hammer in your hand,
you caught not one but two
buses before light.
You worked till stars debuted
as crickets lullabied.
Never too tired to help,
you're rugged, strong and kind.
Never cruel words spoken,
you're merciful heart shines.
One touch of your hand,
one word from your lips,
one act from your heart,
you brighten dark days
with your selflessness.
You chase the bees and find
flowers in full bloom.
You face the wind and stand
like tallest mountain.
You reach out with arms wide
to embrace the world
and inspire all to love.
I strive to be like you,
the kindest soul I know.
Written 2/10/17 for Random Acts of Kindness Contest
Categories:
lullabied, character, encouraging, giving,
Form: Verse
Blue hour silhouettes materialize
Broadway starlets are dreaming
Lullabied by the sun
Categories:
lullabied, earth, Lullaby, stars, sun,
Form: Kimo
Procrastination
resembles for Death,
said comrade Lenin
as soon as emerges the chance for overplot
and killed the nascent democracy in Russia
when the country to move
for constitutional monarchy
doing first step in the verge
of art of consensus and agreements,
expelling all others parties
from parliament,
murdered Russian tsar and his family
Lenin and his learners and Bolsheviks
70 year ruled by 1/7 part of Earth,
killing million peoples in civil wars, conslagers and famine
for the sake of Communism,
the fatal belief about country of zugar-candy,
that lullabied so long unlearned masses
and skillfully used by cynical and guilty leaders
who didn’t know that had been murderers and criminals
in the society of legitimizing injustice and violence
for the sake of happy future, certainly,
immortal comrade Lenin.
Categories:
lullabied, political,
Form: Ballade
There came no blackbird to nest in your claw-hand,
Kevin, or fledge a brood strange and sun-shunned
as you in the cold, cooped, dirt and straw
strakes where you lay down in first abandon.
Awake at cock-crow, banty lullabied,
your wretched scratch of years in netted dark
appalled - appals.
Humanity denied is always local.
All you'd come to know was taken from you -
twice. They say you missed the feathery air
and turned your little ears to catch the coo
of pigeons on the roof. Can you despair?
The pity is, you never learned to play,
the mercy is, you never learned to pray.
Categories:
lullabied, social
Form: Free verse
Mull was culled from intestines of smeared thoughts
raking the dandruff of exotic dreams that swelled in nights hot
destined to be doomed in spectres of rejection that loomed
the party grooved on, intentions danced intricate, bodies just symbols
motives targetted serpentine and they had the groove
music lullabied sleepy tunes that went in a roam and soon on fumes
burn this floor that is quaken and singe these spies that have spied
on my peace that is stolen from between you and me
me is identified wind torn--you are quite nameless and faceless
and I am done not harking for soul even..I am so souless.
Categories:
lullabied, life
Form: Free verse
Autumn Rose Wood
Yep, that is me
Gotta thank my husband
He is such a sweetie!
I have had three last names
But that one I like best
It invokes magic and beauty
And natural lullabied rest
My mother, Aunts and Grandmother
All strong women
Picked my unchangeable first and middle
They all taught me so many things, my favorites are love of poetry and lemons
The sweet and the sour.
Shakespeare is sometimes wrong
A name
Can offer us a mountain to climb
A reason to strive
And memories to wrap around us like a blanket during the storm.
Categories:
lullabied, family
Form: Bio