¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ whispering trees
Hushed ¦¦¦ a broad-winged breeze
Where ¦¦¦¦¦¦ water gleams;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ radiance ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
With ¦¦¦¦¦ bird-notes calling.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ no need to ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ fear ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ the growl and rumble ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
That summons me from ¦¦¦¦
Silence ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ yellow lilies ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ in light
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ lead me through the night.
(Blackout of Before the Battle by Siegfried Sassoon)
Written: August 16, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Charles Messina
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Pale gale prevails and trails its glowing flame,
Veil inhales and pales, then orates my name.
Moon's smooth refrain imbues the blushing field,
Boon, swoon, the maxims that the stars revealed.
Night's unveiled beliefs inflate and bound streams,
Bright wisps glow on the line of peaceful dreams.
Reels crush shelter, calming signals align,
Wheels flail to foresee the wondrous design.
a single star trembles in her palm
deciding
whether to become light
or remain a secret
moonlit tear falling
a firefly lifts its lantern
guiding the lost night
pale moonlight drifts low
over the quiet river
soft reeds lean inward
listening for God’s soft breath
Flickerwing the fairy,
bright as morning dew,
leapt onto Whiskerwood’s warm, soft back
and off the two friends flew.
Through silver-shadowed treetops
they scampered, swift and sly,
switching petals, stirring giggles
beneath a velvet sky.
And when the moon grows mellow
and fireflies rise to chat,
Flickerwing starts her mischief
on the back of the moonlit cat.
Beneath the silver moon’s celestial glow,
A rose awakes where midnight breezes sigh,
Its crimson petals softly bend and bow,
Like whispered love beneath the weeping sky.
Each dewdrop gleams as if the stars had wept
Their diamonds on its velvet folds of flame,
While through the dark the dreaming forest kept
A hush that trembled at its secret name.
O gentle bloom, thou child of earth and light,
How dost thou mock the pride of sculptured stone,
For all man builds must perish in the night,
Yet beauty breathes where thou dost bloom alone.
I gaze on thee, and in thy fragrant grace
My restless heart forgets the wounds of time;
For nature writes upon thy tender face
A truth more pure than reason’s loftiest rhyme.
And though thy petals fade with morning’s breath,
And fall like crimson tears upon the sod,
Thy fleeting life proclaims through gentle death
The sacred hand of wonder—and of God.
"Move to a place of tender calm away from the din and bustle of the world. Draw silence into soothing peace and unweave the knots of tension"- ~ By Poet
Moonlit night
Sat in its quiet
Rest for thoughts
Stars shine bright
Their golden beams surround me
The world stays silent.
Life at ease,
without commotion.
The sea hums
its sweet tune.
Golden touch for all in sight.
Earth’s bathed in beauty.
Like a dream,
vistas dim and fade.
Stars glisten,
the moon winks,
guiding lost souls on their path
with their gentle glow.
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Footprints in fresh snow~
halting near my front doorsteps,
then turning away.
The moon sees what I cannot:
God appeared in the moonlight.
Full moon night
Most wildlife feeding
Breeze push through
Shadows dance
Rays ignite on steeple leaves
Scripture, soul's beacon
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moonlight threads through
whispering pines~
a single moth traces
the shape of silence,
becoming the night
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moonlit windowpane~
my reflection blurs
with falling rain.
empty teacup spins,
wobbles, stops~
silence loud enough
to echo.
Moonlight threads tall pines
Whispers riding frosty winds
Night breathes mythic tales
The distant hum of the night,
Cradling souls adrift,
"We" were beneath the silver hush,
Where the stars forgot to rush,
The tension of almost - love.
No word were said, yet
In every glance, a quiet clue,
Something tender,
Tender than a petal's fall in autumn air; grew,
The pulse beneath my fragile chest knew.
Your gaze - a lantern soft and wide,
Lit secret paths I held inside,
The moon above, it watched, it knew,
The intimacy amid two hearts,
Synching in silence.
No promises, No written verse,
Just you and I, the universe,
For hearts that meet in mystic grace,
Will find again that sacred place!
a country boy
strumming his guitar
unapologetically
stole my heart
AP: 3rd place 2026
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