Grand sites claim their paradises,
where beauty will call it their home,
and fortunate tame entices,
grand sites claim their paradises,
godsend gifts, blue ribbon prizes,
warmly brushed with a fine toothcomb,
grand sites claim their paradises,
where beauty will call it their home.
Dive into higher states of consciousness
Reach for the sun
Moon and stars..
Where one can escape reality
Feel an explosion
Of..
Bliss followed by euphoria
Realms beyond comprehension
Swimming through harmonious waves
Of..
Phenomenal paradises
Surreal and breathtaking
No fear
No pain
Pure love
The soul seeks to explore
Unconditional love
Freedom
Unconditional love ceases to exist with judgement
Freedom is without limitations
Unlimited with the purity of love
The soul glides gracefully into divinity..
Join me while we doze off in a lavender field
Allow me to indulge in a few splashes of color
Hold these drips of yearned-for times in mind
to enter magical paradises with a simple slide.
and immerse yourself entirely in me
A teardrop slides and drips down your cheek
leaving a dead spot on your lips corner
The intense thrill of being in devotion.
soon we shall be overflowing with feeling
A hypnotic embrace of skin-on-skin
entwining and encircling one another
sharing a night of laughter and affection.
Written: May 10, 2023
Dream! my utopian dream!
A safe haven between paradises
of improbable realities, possible!
Love
loves
love...
stars
dress
light...
breezes
cuddle
winds...
Aurora
lightens
mornings...
twilights
mellow
nights...
color
draw
colorful...
poet
dream
loves
in
dreaming
Paradises... !
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A child's favorite balloon
taken rudely by the wind,
up and far over the hills,
never to be seen again.
Or brightly colored kites,
tethered to our tiny hands,
strings torn unforgivingly,
soar then to forgotten lands.
Nature's lessons, hard and cruel,
chasten children in its school,
teach their grasp on happiness
is fleeting. Such is Life's long rule.
We must drink the poetry,
at the fountain
where souls drink...
On the magical
frontier of mysteries,
between the abysses
and paradises,
purified with an innocent soul...
Thus personified in love,
following the purification
of perpetual motion
of life... !
Poetry is the mystery
enlightened,
the secret revealed,
the key to the abysses
and paradises...
Is the language
of the occult, and the
intercommunication
from all universes...
Complete study
of whole, and the understanding
of the phenomenon nothing...
Plenitude and voidness... !
Malevolent people.
cruel mind,
don't read me...
Arrogant,
presumed,
stone pride,
don't be encouraged to read me...
I don't need you when I write
I don't care concerning your craziness...
I only figure out immensity...
And I imagine wonderful paradises... !
All that you will never sight, or will feel...
you don't even deserve to venture
in having happiness!
Blessings I Am Thank Full
An Acrostic
Bibles ask,
Long eons givings...
Endless eons sphere spirals
Such infinity’s messages.
Such tribulations insistent.
Incalculable eons beseech me
Necked unbelievers alarming
Geologic eon’s anticipations, grateful for all and everything
Several eons seeking
Incalculable eons lives on and on
Avowed unbelievers address comforting
Modern unbelievers nominate.
Tribulations notify.
Heresies foretell for told
Ancient unbelievers experience my witness
Natural birthrights kill sins the tool
Key presses urges repentance
Fewer unbelievers say, forgive me Lord!
Usual tribulations holler, mercy Father
Little paradises forebode, Hallelujah!
Limitless eons sent believers saved enter heaven
7/6/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
My dearest, be my love,
That special gift from above,
Together, let's join our hands,
And live as love commands,
In faith, joyfulness and peace,
Let's enjoy our romantic caprice,
Our love's of costliest prices,
Be my garden of spices,
Use all your amorous devices,
Take me to dreamy paradises.
04/02/19
Wanderers we have been
Off to distant climes,
Restless curiosity
Led to inquiring minds.
Daring to take the risk
Challenges to be fought,
Reaching for the highest peak
Unspoiled lands, we sought.
Island paradises too, secluded and serene
Searching for the seldom trod,
Each journey, was our dream.
Entry for World Cruise - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw
7/10/2017
Today we are going to do an experiment;
Let us put washing powder in vinegar!
My son said.
That's when
I felt the ink
Bubbling over;
Like washing
Powder in vinegar;
In my mind.
A frothy fun;
A chemical reaction
That worked!
So the ink exploded
In my brain!
Boom!
I had to write and write;
Weave tales in
Silky paper with violet streams
Of ink
Flowing central
In my brain!
With crimson
And Azure
And green
I weaved stories of
Cerulean skies
Meadows of crayon flowers!
With rainbow ink
I weaved tales of winging birds,
Flightless birds, birds of prey,
Birds of paradises,
Birds of hell.
With rainbow ink
I weaved tales of allegories, metaphors
And matadors.
Frothy fun kept being fruity
And sad at times
For I felt the pain of
My queens and peasant girls.
Yasemin Balandi
Dedicated to my son.
Paradisiac haven with cerulean skies
White cockatoos and blue macaws
Flock between the coconut palms
Resembling celestial paradises
White satin sheets cover the king beds
Red exotic flowers decorate fine vases
Promise to couples romantic nights
Educing hidden passion in the veins
Example For Island Of Fantasy Poetry Contest
6-3-2016
Call me a DREAMER call me an IDEALIST. I want mass appeal.
I am a dreamer. As I think, my muse are heavy unclear
I fall asleep MY dreams are plenty starlit glistening seeming VIVID.
My Contemplation DEEP near daunting. I seek the best of BOUNTIES
steep, until I wake to count the trophies that I keep.
I refrain from CONSCIOUS tidings or else be accused of SHEEPLESS
SLEEP and JADED SCHEMES.
I am a dreamer listening to the pattering raindrops as I sleep I dream of
PEACH ORCHARDS and fields of VIOLET blades of GRASS. I dream of
PLATINUM sashes ample sample stashes of CHOCOLATE CANDY CANES
and tasty CARAMEL TREATS. I seek the finest shores Of the planet
UNTOUCHED islands GALORE.
I dream of IMMEASURABLE measures of TREASURE TROVES and other
Mundane riches never told, warm paradises spectacular surprises. I am the
Keeper of my dreams. I am a dreamer of RASPBERRY kisses
And PURPLE PASSION WISHES NOW
Moon light gleaming as I lull my weary body
Back to QUIET slumber
QUIET is the night.
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