Oh, sweet night
Snuggled into your moonlight
like a blanket,
Bliss;
Oh, sweet night
Bathing in your freedom,
Relaxed ;
Leaving all else behind;
Sweet night
Take a frame and save forever
The colors I did see
Such a sight did eyes see never
All this in a creation you painted just for me
The red and yellow still glare brightly as I ponder
on the scene that was before my eyes
To describe the sight I experienced in wonder
Has taken me numerous tries
Vibrant trees and a misty mountain
Were placed behind a great green field
As the sky began to darken
Radiant splashes were revealed
The clouds were as wisps of cotton
All in the world was tranquil and frozen
A breath of sweet oxygen I had gotten
My lungs experienced an intense explosion
My pounding heart was overflowed
And my watery eyes welled up
In the quiet stillness a clam voice bellowed
A song as sweet as the sweetest syrup
The soft, gentle and pale blue sky
looked so opaque and translucent
in that instant there was no distance between you and I
For a moment so pure there is no remnant
However I know that I am yours forever just as you are mine
I've heard tales of a place of joy and splendor
Where the waves whisper in your ears
And offer there sweet surrender
I’ve listened to legends from legendary lands
Of which, not too many know
Where lilies and lilac are always in bloom,
Land where clouds of lavender glow
I have heard myths of this mystical mountain
Where sunsets sail across the skies
A place of endless horizons
A land where rose petals fly
I’ve heard of this wondrous world
Where sorrows and worries, they cease
A place where the moon always kisses the clouds
Where lily pads drift upon seas.
I’ve heard stories of a perfect paradise
Beautiful beyond belief, to go to this place
Close your eyes and sleep
And dream sweet dreams in the land of fairies
Chiquita Baity
Contest Name Land of Fairies
Sponsor Leighann Anderson
butterfly sits serenely, it's wings unhinged
sucking sweet floral juice un-impinged
by matters bigger, of a more peopled face
emotions acrid alkaline, or bitter base
that many of those humans seem to display
'stead of slurping the juices of the day
caring not for gross domestic products
graduated taxes or other manly constructs
the butterfly only flies in search of mate
another of the species with which to relate
and a cup'o sweet nectar on which to go
flit flower to flower, drinking its Bordeaux
and sunning itself throughout heavenly days
slighting world concerns, taking come-what-may
oh, that I might learn the butterfly's ways
flying happily, inhaling flower's bouquets
© Goode Guy 2011-07-12
This is the story of the birds and the bees
How well we could learn, if we watch how they strive
Each blooming season, when spring fills the sweet air
Birds will build nests, and busy bees build their hives
In the trees of the meadow, the hives fill with honey
Rich, sweet, and golden, like a day that is sunny
Diligent workers, they buzz all day long
Sparrows watch from the branches, and sing little songs
And soon sparrows nest, with sweet little ones
Nests are the haven, babies waiting for worms
Danger could be lurking, but mother soon learns
To guard and protect...till her little fledgings one day
Have grown all their feathers, get strong, fly away
Each tiny creature...is made by God's hand
Big ones or small ones.....a part of His plan
Each wee little creature, no matter the size
Each creation a miracle, no matter how small
Signs to remind us, that God made us all
I’m looking through
Half open eyes,
In a sense I’m welcoming
The new day,
The sun is peering
through my window…
Opening the curtains
I have to shield my eyes
From the alluring rays of the sun…
I can hear the birds singing
Oh what a sweet melody
‘Cause it makes me smile…
It sounds like the wind
Is whispering sweet nothings
To the trees
I can see them dancing…
How I wish I could dance like that…
How I wish I could remember the tune…
It’s all happening in unison
They all have a role to play
In making this an awesome day…
If only we as humans
Could take a leaf out of nature’s book…
Just imagine the possibilities.
Just imagine what an awesome world this would be…
Oh the sweet abandon
He who braves the night
Drawn into her presence
The sweet enchanted light
His sole desire: sun
May he wake to find it new
Yet exist the shadows
For light to be proved
The eyes of he who seeks
Go blind as she departs
Captivated by his love
His seeks; an eager heart
Once his love awakens
Joy will be his song
May the breeze caress him
She shall rise; be strong
I heard a meadowlark today,
The first one I have heard
Since I left Dakota prairies.
That cheery little bird
Brought back so many memories
Of childhood young and free.
Sing on Songster and take me back
To how it used to be,
To the time when Mom and Daddy
Held most of my young heart.
Brothers and little sister
Filled up the other part.
When I left home, I could not know
How much I left behind.
Childhood once abandoned
Can be hard again to find.
The march of time was stopped today,
When I heard your melody.
It's moving backwards and I've found
The carefree child in me.
I know it's but a sweet reprieve
From time and all its pain,
But sweet bird, while you sing your song.
I am a child again.
For "Sounds Familiar" Contest Won first place
Drifting in a memory
of rolling distant hills
stretched out like a waveless ocean of green
the sun blazing way up high
In the stillness of a languid sky
Wandering in the dusty thoughts
of dried up ponds and lanes
bordering hedgerows offering their wares
of treasure shyly peering
a meandering cache suddenly disappearing
Arising in the sweet scented bouquet
Colours of childhood dance
and sing into the breeze
Friuts of summer fall, flowing like a banquet
Take a drink from natures never ending Goblet
Lowly under the shade of the spreading oak
The meadowlark shares his sweet call
as perccusive swaying grasses unite
to fill the air with melody so mellisonant
Cordial thoughts of summers reminiscence
It was time....
The clock stopped ticking...
Hummed in bliss, a few dwarfs
And sprites.... somewhere....
Droopy leaves glistening in late-night dew
He slipped into the blanket of ink-blue sky
Comfortably snugged
In the pillow of pink clouds
I conjoured upon him
With a gentle kiss, wrapping him
In dreams woven by my lullaby
And I whispered....
" Sweet Night! My White Goblin"
The stars that spectacled
Marvelled subconsciously
At the thing called 'Love'
And burnt and vanished
In their own envy...
He leaves last
For he knows how hard it is
To let him go
And ere my eyes could open
He kissed 'em gently
And whispered
"Goodbye! My Sweet Champagne"
And I knew then that
It was time.......
there is a sweet calm
throughout the countryside land
twilight is approaching
yet, I see the sounds
nature calling from the wild
crickets sing rhythmic sounds
chirp, chirping, chirping
sounding out in shrill degrees
calming patterns brings me back
walking with nature
prayers in my heart beating
chirping harmony abounds
there is precious calm
enhanced by sweet aromas
chirping precious existence
-Pearl Anderson
How sweet the spring is
The sweet smell of flowers of
Spring the best of all
The cocoon unwinds
The chrysalis suckles light
Fly sweet butterfly
Rivers flow forward
Time moves to its beginning
To be forgotten
What I remember
The sea swallowed from my eyes
Love's a lonely place
Hold my hands again
I love the rain in your hair
Memory is vain.
Words are webs of war
Winter is desolation
Making way for spring
Green turns gold in light
Rainbows are waves wrecked by dust
Stars are ancient nights.
Fly sweet butterfly
The pupa blooms to become
Flowers of the sky
To walk in the midnight moon, so clearly
It is the morning sweet pea light that’s drear
Behold the dawn shall arrive too early
For I just want to walk through worlds right here
The dewy grasses cling to my bare feet
To welcome me into the moonlight pure
Oh beauty of the sky I hope we meet
Your midnight silvery moonbeams are my cure
My lady, I must thank you for my peace
I stand within you glorious soft hands
Can I hope to wish this moment won’t cease
I can keep some peace for me in these lands
But I am awake now sweet lady
As you go to sleep my world turns shady
The dark, mango, guava, carob trees
The resting place of all birds and bees
Appears deserted by human civilisation
The lonely nature's foundation
There sits a songbird--------
And sings a sweet morning song------
Which enchants, delights, fascinates us
It, itself perches in the dark
But shows a ray of hope to all of us
In the dry parched summer
When have dried up all ponds, lakes, rivers
Dried up all the plants and saplings
Not a single drop left for the poor
Thirsty, dainty ducklings
Yet mercifully sings a sweet morning song------a boon
That heralds the coming of the Monsoon
The optimistic note it carries
Absorbs all the stresses, tensions, worries
Cuckoo, the small sweet bird
Love of its music the very word
Comes and goes unthought, uncared
The premonsoon bird of thirst unquenched
Spreads bliss..............................
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