Water pouring like a soothing rhythm.
A rhythm trying to soothe a restless soul.
Water rising almost to the peak, a faint scent of lavender lingering amongst the bubbles that hover atop the steaming surface.
The warmth summoning me, to come and wash away the uncontrollable moments of today.
Just a girl pouring her heart out, shedding the burdens of the day.
The evidence disappears as her tears meet the faintly scented lavender water.
Water once steaming, slowly losing its warmth just as negative energy rips through the day.
In the depths of night where shadows lie,
A realm of dreams where spirits fly,
A place where fantasies unfold,
And whispered secrets are softly told.
Beneath the veil of moonlit gleam,
You find the key to shape the dream,
With mind's control, the power to steer,
Through lands of wonder, free from fear.
A mountain’s peak, a river’s flow,
A starry sky, a world aglow,
You craft the scenes with gentle might,
A master of this endless night.
With focus clear and heart serene,
You dance within the twilight scene,
From waking thoughts, a bridge you weave,
Into the night, you boldly cleave.
The dream is yours to mold and play,
To cast the night and sculpt the day,
A canvas vast where you can soar,
Unlock the dreams, and then explore.
With each new dawn, the magic stays,
As night returns, your mind replays,
The wondrous art of dreams untamed,
In sleep's embrace, you are unchained.
"I'm going down to the river gonna take me my rocking chair
Going down to the river gonna take me my rocking chair
And if those blues don't leave me
Gonna rock on away from here" by George Harrison...My father-in-law used to say this a lot but it was from an old Blues song probably more of a folk kind.
Too close to the edge of fate we stand,
On the mountain's peak, a risky land.
At the precipice of life and death,
Each step we take with anxious breath.
Too young to bid this world goodbye,
Too well to let our spirit fly.
Yet fear grips us, a paralyzing chill,
As we teeter on the edge, so still.
Injury and danger lurking drear,
Reminding us that death is near.
But in this moment, we find strength,
To step back from the edge at length.
So let us live with courage bold,
Embracing life, breaking the mold.
For though we're scared of what may be,
We choose to live, wild and free.
The wind passes like a powerful current
through my face surface; as a serpent
making love to the flowers, trees, deserts,
rivers, and ocean leaving them peak a thousand hertz.
All that's left is its exquisite scents in its pace.
Her lamp hangs over as bright as a campfire embrace;
So lovely to give me warmth to tame
And those who live to quench her flickering flame.
The beauty of my ageless soul in a meadow of gold.
So many episodes put into words and secrets it does hold.
2/24/2023
In Bloom Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Today, I planted a seed.
Laboring to follow cycles decreed.
The fertile soil I tilled,
and the water I spilled;
Both blanket my treasure -
an anchor sprouting, I closely measure.
Taking root, it bears stem,
blooming to peak: a potent gem.
Now, the leaves broach to unfurl,
elevating dawn with a blossoming pearl.
Cross the X and blow the ring to make an O
Mother nature guide gentle breeze as you know just where they aim to go
Caress them tenderly as they flow
For the smoke is a fragile piece of my heart dont you know
Look up through grey clouds and take notice in the dove
Get lost in it's tranquil beauty descending from up above
Hope and Faith Grace you in flight come push or shove
Most heavenly message sent on a wing and a prayer of Love
Now see a pretty chickadee
She's playing peak-a-boo limb to limb within a cedar tree
Soaring high as majestic protectors of the skies, how grand to fly it must be
Find spirit of eagle within so you too can be set free
With every fall there comes a rise
The leaves adapt beautifully in warm colors of butterflies
Children giggle crunching leaves as last leaf dies
Trees remain strong as geese flock with fair-weather friends & honk temporary good-byes
The songs we sing
With a smile winsome
A journey without movement
Into Gods kingdom
Each moment reborn
Magically falls the tumbler
No doing need be done
Save eyes open in wonder
The journey thus far
Beyond our feeble imagination
Each peak a new trough
Thus unending is our meditation
No frivolous thoughts left to scatter
Whilst immersed in bubbling laughter
04-September-2020
PEEK A BOOM!
Take a peek,
See what’s looming,
Populations booming,
Take a peek,
Things don’t seem sweet,
Soldiers marching, many feet,
Take a peek,
Priest holds communion cup,
Wardens locking prisoners up,
Take a Peek
Ferocious politics taking place,
Wars and leaders losing face,
Take a peek
What is happening today,
Bloodshed, dying, home far away,
Take a peek,
Mother in park with baby,
Bomb explodes, did they escape, maybe,
Take a peek,
What is the world doing,
What on earth is brewing?
Take a peak
Oh don’t put on the news,
It gives me the blues!
Take a peek,
America, Russia, China and the rest,
Do your best,
Take a peek,
Collectively pinpoint
A similar viewpoint,
Take a peek,
Politicians and politics,
Are coming apart at the seams,
Take a peek,
Do they know what this means,
Take a peak,
Each player wants a piece
Of the pie,
Don’t pay heed to Armageddon been nigh,
Take a peek,
Takes one madman, the button is red,
Presses it and we are all dead!
Peak a boom!
A Sea View
A sea view
Of aqua hue,
Greets the skies
As waters rise,
A peak, a surge
Swells and merge.
The pebbles wake
As waves break.
Curling, foaming,
Lapping, moaning,
Licking, lashing,
Stalling, crashing,
From ocean floor
To grip the shore,
Scoops every grain
To let them go again.
In the sand appears
Scattered souvenirs
Of broken shells
And fishy smells,
Where cockles yearn
For the tides return,
To the shiny beach
Where gulls screach,
Who stomp their feet
To coax, to eat,
Before waves seal
That elusive meal.
As the sea glimmers
The horizon shimmers,
In the suns rays
That reflect the haze
Where shadows prance
When silhouettes dance
On the breeze that gloats
On the sails of boats,
Shoving, pushing,
Swishing, whooshing,
Spraying, heaving,
Coming, leaving,
Relentlessly until
Once again is still,
When in awe I'll gaze
Across the bays,
Under blazing skies
That fix my eyes
On the hypnotic blue
Of a sea view.
behind a cloud
a peek a boo moon
hide and seek
Consuming Failure
Pay heed the dancing chickens hot plate feet
lest you believe the music makes him strut
outrunning death by curried peppers sweet
the cooling of the iron his sole treat
keep moving to avoid the final cut
pay heed the dancing chickens hot plate feet
harsh tempo of perfections searing heat
obsession with the ifs, and whens, and buts
outrunning death by curried peppers sweet
performing in the hope of winning seat
an endless line that must remain uncut
pay heed the dancing chickens hot plate feet
there is in heated battle no retreat
for some the dancer’s door will soon slam shut
outrunning death by curried peppers sweet
accept in simple failure your defeat
perfections long sought peak a muddy rut
pay heed the dancing chickens hot plate feet
outrunning death by curried peppers sweet
6/12/2015
submitted to – Villanelle’s and Terzanelle’s Only – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton
SWILL
The sadness epoch has never exist.
Life is just full of inadequacies.
I know that many may disagree.
Insofar as humanity is perilous and iniquity, we must never lose ourselves within these means.
I want to cry but I do not have the strength.
My eyes are dry and my mind lives.
A man can peak a mountain with ease.
He can venture into the unknown without asking for help to proceed.
Therein, he may find knowledge of long ago.
If not, he will become thirsty with the need to know.
He may want to cry but his tear ducts have closed.
He is out of water and his life is exposed.
The rain poured and the well was dry.
The drought has been on since summertime.
Today the country rejoice.
Once they were out of water, but now each life has been replenished.
We are the people that must feel.
We were created by a real God; therefore, we are given the will to live.
Wash
Drench
Drink!
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Penned February 15, 2015!
Petite peak a Pierrots' hat
cocked tipsy veiled bride white
pines rigid as if in pews
do not bow to the winds' harsh chime