.
are hopefully
different scantiez
colour
or not
Ere the princedom lies
‘Neath their king, old and wise
Waves of tribute and love adorn
The green grasses and dewy tears,
The elated whispers of morn
Sweep the lea’s awaiting ears
With cheers echoing to the skies
Drifting clouds passing by
Lend their shade the verdant glade
O’er head as is below
So peaceful flows the meadow
As within the blooming flower
With quiet sips the butterfly
Folds its wings as gently sings
The rill where flits the dragonfly
Pleased, the rustling of his leaves
Soothe the flowers and still the wings
As cradles the nests swaying gently
Where sleeps the feathered babes
Dreaming of flying 'bove the lea
In swoops and dives effortlessly
Cross forest, brook, and glade
In the heavens the sun is shining
Though in blustering reds declining
Atop the distant evergreen pavilions
Where in dusk await the millions
Of stars to watch over a weary king
A day in full, his joyous rule
And tomorrow a new beginning
As tonight, the cricket’s soft chirping
Usurp wakefulness for dream
.
even In thuh dark
where books and spiderz
'bout mine think
spend countless
hourz
last night's yourz
yourn redolence
minglez
az though
here
yourz
now
To be observed, with gentle eyes,
To feel belonging, 'neath kind skies
To know your presence, matters here,
To banish shadows, born of fear
I see the tremor, in your hand,
The silent questions, only you understand
I recognize your heart so true,
The fragile beauty, shining through
And in this moment, of truth revealed,
A bond was formed, a promise sealed
My touch, a whisper, light and free,
Saying simply, "I feel you have seen me."
The day I was born, your presence made me see the whole
How when you were created the universe made a cradle for my soul
Soft is the call of the night
She whispers to me in the rustle
of leaves ‘neath an ancient breeze
For time runs headlong into the chasm
~ lunging at moments already passed
I hear it from everyone
Time stops for no one
Though it slows to a crawl
'neath a mean desert sun
For so long, I wondered my life ‘neath the palms
A tropical climax to gild golden years
Each breeze would embellish my thoughts in the sun
I never imagined a context of tears
Though beauty surrounds me in floral bouquet
In hues that are married to sunset and wine
I can’t help but ponder the path I have taken
When leaving behind everything that was mine
The memories are haunting as life lies before me
Still promising sunshine and skies always blue
But nowhere do catalogs count what is missing
Not even the sunrise through palm trees will do
Well, yes I could pack up and sail away homesick
And try and go back to the life that I knew
I guess I am living just what I was promised
I’m certainly having a day that is blue
Every now and again, that old homesick bug bites!
placid… the surface …
not one ripple seen… though ‘neath
dark waters ~ sharks preen
When the cherry blossoms fall
Silent
‘neath the pale moon …
What will my story be?
Will I have found a lover true,
Or will my life-breath leave me
Never knowing lover’s kiss
Or beating heart beside me?
I wait for you …
I search for you …
I dream of you …
‘neath pale moon.
If I cross the sacred shores,
With only my pure dreams …
Perhaps a heart could live with that.
But mine cries for more than dreams.
My grip’s tight upon this butterfly.
How can I let her fly away?
While the cherry blossoms fall
Silent
‘neath the pale moon.
14 November 2023
The pale new moon hides 'neath cloudy skies
~ Restful sleep covers tired eyes
Ferocious jungle predators
Perilous mountain passes
Raging waters o'er stormy seas
For aye buried 'neath pleasure
~ lock lips with me
fall before the snow
midnight's forest echoed sounds
footsteps cracking twigs
Let me write a couple lines
before I go to sleep
I promise not to burden you
nor to make you cry or weep
Lay your face down on the pillow
on the shoreline 'neath the willow
May you the sandman sprinkle
with dreams of stars that twinkle
Neath Fog's Face
Poetic Form: Villanelle
"Within the fog the distant mountains strain
Bruised in shades of lavender and forest green
Each angle decomposing in the rain"
Drowning limbs taxes hanging balls, on chain
Snaps wide-eyed drying few, tense befalls lean
Within the fog the distant mountains strain
Sun starved thins, yet sprigs warm in cellophane
Dubbed genes circles in, sketched lines its routine
Each angle decomposing in the rain
Playthings of the gods, thunder, lightning reign
Angels whispered mist, Heaven intervene
Within the fog the distant mountains strain
The grapes wrathful hue amuse the terrain
A rainbow struggles for space in between
Each angle decomposing in the rain
A ray of hope flickers o'er the domain
Alas, it sinks, darkness filters the scene
Within the fog the distant mountains strain
Each angle decomposing in the rain
2021 May 12
*3rd Place*
Choose Your Form
~~Joseph May: Judged 2021 May 13
Our first kiss whetted my hunger and thirst
I was a budding rose at your first touch
Love bloomed in the garden for me that night
With such affection, my heart was unversed
Romance 'neath a full moon... there was so much
starlight.
Passion claimed my senses; our love extol,
I'd never known such glorious delight
You gave me strength when I needed a crutch
As if I had wings, my body and soul
Took flight.
November 6, 2020
Sara Kendrick's The Speaker Contest
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