The cold November wind blows through the pine trees .. an Erie feeling comes over the fog covering the park, deer are huddled down, perhaps they too are hurt..
The creek calm like glass, only the ducks feet glide across like a knife through butter.. but no noise dare they mutter…
Darkness overcomes us, street lights luminate the path leading through Sunnybrook park..everyone is asleep..
My aching body lays down upon the grass, thus is my happy place, away from people who had no time for me, you had your chance to listen, now only the deer, look into my soul, we’ve made thus place our home..
For GOD created thus place for us.
The sky upon which to seek HIS wisdom,
Deer in which to graze on grass He sowed,
Tall Pine Trees in which to give us Shelter,
Sun from which to warm us.. .
My body is at peace,
my breathing slows,
Winter will soon be amongst us; blankets of white, seeking food will be a chore, but HE who created the earth will provide; for THOSE who seek with an Un righteous heart..
I seek and GIVE to HIS heart to others in private as THAT is what HE taught; in my own way with out fear of judgement..
I stand before it,
Something that was my present in past,
And is yesterday today,
Something that has become a memory at last.
A shade of yellow settled in my eyes,
Which would now reminisce everything in sight,
Bidding my last goodbyes,
Everything slowly flushed by a sepia light.
Those tarnished blue coloured walls,
That have been hit by our class’ cricket balls,
Those trees of green,
Which luminate the autumn sheen.
This role playing ground,
Changing its character as occasions are found,
Once a ground to our sports fest,
Another to when our parade isn’t at rest.
Those now-never-to-be-seen teachers,
Whose faces I miss,
These dusky classes,
Which now strike a lighting bliss.
Memories hidden in those benches and blackboards,
Each one has a story it hoards.
The forgotten tales of when I thought ‘their’ and ‘there’ were same,
Would be recalled if the wood had a mouth and a name.
Past is the moon,
Memories, the water,
Nostalgia, the tide,
Nothing to be felt but a warm collide.
A blank canvas beckons for a blend of colours...
Azure azaleas attract its attention
Festive fuchsias add flavour to the frame
Majestic marigolds mesmerise the muse
Baby pink roses radiate regal regards
Crimson carnations create chords of casual charm
White lilies whisper wisdom to the wasps
Lustrous lilacs luminate with their lambence
Bold buttercups breathe ballads to the bees
Peace picturised...the painting is perfect
Water takes on form
determined by the container
Its main characteristic
forever to move downward
An army’s defenses
should act like water
Filling in the empty spaces
of the attacker’s weakness
Where mind and spirit meet
darkness turns to daylight
Once you luminate the battlefield
you can counter at any time
When your will pierces
the enemy’s fear and turns it against them
You swallow their spirit
digesting it whole
Advancing as one
withdrawing as one
Victory of great consequence
knows no other way
Winning flows in torrents
through the heart of the commander
Whose soldiers fight through strength of hand
—in currents to define
(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)
Concrete lanes going north ribbon themselves past barns and fields and small towns. A talk show interview plays on the radio, saying everyone has a story to tell. This morning a ghost of a passing moon hangs to the west, holding onto dreams. As I drive, I feel I’m in some kind of dance with friends of the past and friends of now. All I have to do is to pull to the side, close my eyes and watch the planets and stars dance beyond the blue. This land bears its history of prairies and forests cleared, of natives gone. Just before the turn off, ponds shimmer under the sun, giving a moment’s peace. Just beyond, some other people to greet, memories to envision another day.
travels luminate
landscapes of my many lives
reflections of time
In dreams I'm offered interludes of solitude
where worries are calmed in total quietude
I'm swimming in the depths of a placid night
so don't wake me from my whimsical flight
I'm in still waters, where lotus flowers grow
It's soothing to be among their saffron glow
I'm being gently lulled by the motion of waves
Serenity is the healer that my psyche craves
I find soft glimmers of repose and satisfaction
away from the world's dark fretful distraction
In these moments my heart has sweet release
while I drift along in some semblance of peace
In dreams time stands completely still, so I laze
contentedly floating while my eyes stargaze
Flickering fireflies generously luminate my way
Within these solitary intervals, I wish to stay
I've been told that I'm frivolous to waste time
but dreaming is an indulgence I find sublime
Just a Moment Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Lawless
Posted on July 28th, 2020
Lazy, long, leisurely lunch,
Lolling, laughing, lingering,
O'er lamb-stew, linguini 'n lager.
In Louisville, Los Angeles, Las Vegas,
London, Lisbon, or Lyon;
At Los Olivos, Las Palmas, La Paloma,
La Scala, La Baguette, or La Castilla:
Let lunch lie palatially on your palate,
Let lunch slowly settle in your limbs,
Let lunch last always:
Let it lustrate and luminate
Life lived long and lived well.
World is so beautiful,
But view through dazzling eyes;
Supple heart softens,
Kneels before the virtues,
Non can deny,
The beauty thou hast;
It isn't about eyes,
Neither cheek, nor is thy lips;
All that drags,
Is thy beautiful heart;
Compassion, love for all,
All like me yearn to cohere,
Seek amour of thine;
Voice of thy so sweet,
Ears mellow as honey in hive;
The company with thou,
Coses me in dark side of life;
Thy tipsy beauty glares from inside,
Luminate so the world fills with joy;
© Sadashivan Nair
gasping out the access wax
weeping about igitate gas
several flames betrays quiver
express the judgemental heat
demise cold's returning touch
this fire burns imensely
my animotic imbredd tender
luminate a eath ballad
as I reject I fall a submerged novel
as I chose happiness I faith the heaven's glow
maladed of begone years
demonstrate the power calling
colored flamitory expire beautifully
those autums brightest day
nurturing this candles kite
rising prints of fertility
youthful light this seed
caressing expansion's flying delight
welcoming myself towards endless
delivering my happy flare
as I reject I glimmer on surplus dream
and now red love your cured my mortality
for i bleed alone...
alone...
alone...
all alone.
light
hangs from
a lantern
shows us the way
right
fight
within
our inner
inhabitants'
plight
might
have gone
truly wild
in search of your
sight
light
poems
luminate
desolate souls
bright
09.10.2016
Silhouette of a Man
Here I am sitting silhouetted in the calm earliest of morn
Watching, hearing all the birds chirp at the breaking of dawn
They're all perched up in a well trodden old-bent fence
Their shadows luminate like an unknown foreshadowing of glow
In this early dusk tis turning as daylight thus all shall do breaks
The darkness does fade for the world continues to all awakes
Leaving us all now are all the moonlight density of shadows
As silence leaves us now, for another day starts so we all have grown
At times there comes a time when all diminishing intense of a
Silhouette of a man is sitting by himself beneath the dusk waiting
Till a damsel of all bird like creatures all chirp till all hours of dawn
For they're are all perched up in a well trodden old bent up fence.
05/16/15
Is there ever a day I don't think of you?
Many thoughts and desires cloud my mind.
Your essence with mine manifests itself into a breath of fresh air.
We luminate a radiant glow towards the falling star we created so long ago.
I repeat last night over and over...
I recall our sweet kisses with candles lit so bright.
The only thing we'll ever know is our arms wrapped around eachother,
knowing our...
-liveliness will last forever.
my breath, just for you
holding eachother so tight
radiance aglow
Your hands so strong swaying gently through my long brown hair.
We reminisce about the good ol' days in high school.
Opening my locker and you peeking over to catch a glance.
You...hoping I look back at you...
me...praying it will continue...
The only thing we'll ever know why we stayed together,
is knowing our...
-liveliness will last forever.
beauty in our past
so young, beliefs in true love
alive in our hearts
Date Written: January 14, 2016
Written By: Laura Loo
I'm his creation so are you? I'm loved by him so are you? I smell roses and get
giggling inside and my body embraces his reaction. I travel miles before you and he
kept me safe all along. If I was a star I would say a prayer to luminate the world. My
feet stand on earth, heaven and hell. You pick and choose your path. Where do you
belong? Have you embrace eternity as a joke or has the joke become eternity. I will
always be me and I know you will always be you. Until you meet him again
embruger.
I'm his creation so are you? I'm loved by him so are you? I smell roses and get
giggling inside and my body embraces his reaction. I travel miles before you and he
kept me safe all along. If I was a star I would say a prayer to luminate the world. My
feet stand on earth, heaven and hell. You pick and choose your path. Where do you
belong? Have you embrace eternity as a joke or has the joke become eternity. I will
always be me and I know you will always be you. Until you meet him again
embruger.
See the sun going down
golden glory sighing lone
time for his existence to be known
for when he leaves the others cry:
O light that shines, don't show then hide
for we are hungry to survive
your golden fingers; Midas touch
leave not solid, but warm and lush
how could our aloe leaves than sooth
If you just come to surely move
Yet the sun keeps slowing thrown
and peers to those who blow their moan
just smiles with eyes of lion sight
and blast his rays with all his might;
his last goodbye before he goes
and whispers to those what they should know:
In the night there's much to fear
of odd creatures and noises *****
but the moon will glow her stories
and luminate her lullabies
so bud your heads and clover in sleep
For in the night you grow
and have the day to sweep
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