The flower and the bee are miracle signs.
To last forever when the spirit aligns.
The summer is abuzz with all of the fun.
A day to remember when love was outdone.
The most perfect design that holds the powers.
In the soft bosom found of gentle flowers.
Upon the summit of the holy mountain.
Flows our happiness from a godly fountain.
The masters of being steal the cosmic show.
Sending cool respite or brimstone and coal.
Redemption slips away fear fills the still air.
The crowd standing breathless with a frozen stare.
Then in the plainest sight the truth could be seen.
But in our dark vision we thought it a dream.
For life is not made fair it gives and it takes.
We chaulk up the sorrows and call it the breaks.
To find your destiny seek the promised land.
For all man's empires soon turn back to sand.
Standing there next to you the one that you seek.
The promise that you made was you wouldn't peek!
Categories:
plainest, life,
Form: Rhyme
Getting all dolled up, even the plainest moth can become a butterfly.
Looks are made alluring when body, nails and hair
Are given glints of gorgeousness! One becomes candy for the eye!
More flash than inner substance, it’s all external flair.
Only inner beauty requires no assistance from a glam squad entourage.
Ultra-chic yet likely vain are those concerned all the time with fanfare.
Riches can buy glitz, but it’s merely a mirage.
Categories:
plainest, beautiful,
Form: Acrostic
A great wonder Kim’s legs still carried him.
A lot in Sam’s remarks still worried him:
The Sam who’d been watching Dolly and Kim
Right from the day Kim was trapped by The Slim!
Sam’s bold comment on his adjudged folly;
His saddling of self with the cries of Dolly…
“How could one fund release to a non wife:
On hard-to-catch dollars land wanton knife?”
Some sort of magic Kim isn’t trembling
Nor rapidly glimpsing a world crumbling.
God has his heart been gingering plus gin,
Although for three weeks now badly thin…
Men there are who could cope with bad news,
The plainest truth keeps treating like some ruse.
Categories:
plainest, crush, love, perspective, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme
I look around me walking down the street
on warm May days, and flowers I can see.
So many lovelies – for my eyes a treat.
But they are not all in my memory
engrained, so how they look I can’t define
as well as flowers that I see each year -
like those that bloom right now, which are divine.
They are my roses, and for me so dear.
My teacup roses have a dark pink hue
while almost all my other roses are
dark red, but towering in plainest view
is one that has just bloomed – my super star -
the “Blue” whose color violet is rare.
I love to stand in front of her and stare!
May 20, 2021
For Brian Strand's All Yours (Jun 10) Poetry Contest
Categories:
plainest, flower,
Form: Sonnet
Let dead rocks of reason lie on the way,
Let all logic, all do's and don'ts lie still,
The rules of grammar gathered yesterday,
Of metre and foot, let them let-down feel
If lines river-like flow to move ahead,
Let melody get born with utter poise,
Let lilting lines listen to inner voice,
O to flow ahead—heart-over-head led.
In purest form and the plainest by far,
Like a perennial stream flows a poem,
Each line a starlet shoring up the star,
And sparkling like rarest of studded gem!
And crafted, caressing the created—
A call of heart passing baton to head!
_____________________________________________ _________
A poem flows like a river. The head with its do's and don'ts plays the role of rocks blocking river's flow. But the river finds its way still and music is born. A poem is always a product of heart to start with. The heart has reasons unknown to head. A stage still comes when head slowly takes over as there is no escape from it. Yet, creativity comes from the chaos created by heart— the source of all poems!
08.03.2020
Heart Truth
Contest Judged: 8/9/2020
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Winner: FIRST PLACE
Categories:
plainest, heart,
Form: Sonnet
Dressed in rag with a face of stone,
A smile you would ignore,
Was all she thought she ever was,
Was all she ever saw,
But to me she dressed in sheets of velvet,
She sauntered through the air,
To me she was perfect every way,
Her smile, her eyes, her hair,
She even filled her words with magic,
They danced inside my mind,
Her voice gripped all I ever was,
Her voice had me resigned,
This woman I knew who didn’t know,
Who thought she was the plainest sight,
Still visits my dreams when I’m asleep,
Every single night.
Categories:
plainest, love,
Form: Quatrain
She was the plainest buzzard in the chicken coop.
Man, is she plain, the roosters used to say.
But one rooster gave her a chance. They shared a nest.
She had diamonds in her heart. He told people
But they did not believe, for those diamonds were
Reserved for him and theirs. They had a fine time too
Until the farmer ran out of food. The rooster thought of her fondly.
Wondering where she had gone, not realizing it was not her choice
To never share his nest again. The chicks knew, peeping the horror story
To every animal in the barnyard. None of them spoke peep though.
Categories:
plainest, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Personification
I know if I could ever reach you,
i'd come to say I'd love to meet you...
In the days that lie beneath the open face,
in the simplest ways we live in our craze-
and the wildest braves...
They take up our maze,
and say to this-
to have no worries
or heartaches belonging,
no trendy tripping,
or grizzlies existing-
we may wonder aloud,
and take stake in each other,
even the faintest pictures of ourselves-
of the goal,
to bind with the sacred,
or even to just smile...
Because I know that if I could ever reach you,
I'd come to say I'd love to meet you...
In the plainest most original redemption song,
we'd never leave you behind as even a token-
printed with ancient words.
Categories:
plainest, allusion, anxiety, art, assonance,
Form: Prose Poetry
Revelation in its plainest form,
Glory revealed before the naked eyes;
To whom is this understanding granted?
Oh behold Him on the mount of holiness—
Oh behold the transfigured Christ!
A brightness beyond the sun's compare,
Yet visible to the eyes of the beloved;
Of them that are born of a woman,
None indeed is greater than John the Baptist;
But of a truth in the Kingdom of God,
The least of the heirs are greater than he!
Peter, always in a hurry to speak,
Thought it wise to build three thrones:
One each for the Lord, Moses, and Elijah;
If only he knew with Whom he stood—
That no one can ever be equal with Him!
The Light that shines the brightest,
The Tabernacle not made with hands;
Yet the humblest and loveliest of them all,
Who came to redeem a world of darkness.
Revelation in its most naked frame,
Redemption before the blindest eyes;
To whom is this understanding granted?
Oh behold the Saviour of the world...
On The Mount of Transfiguration.
Categories:
plainest, christian, jesus,
Form: Free verse
Rejoice, the soul is alive
The sight of star-spangled skies if at night
Drench you deep with wonderment of a child,
And that of dark skies, with the same delight,
And if this unknown joy be no less wild;
If a blade of grass springing up in field,
And a bud blossoming into young flower,
Both move you no less still with untold power;
If age has none of your child’s wonder killed;
If nature’s plainest things pose a message
That lingers long in your memories piled,
If your child lives young still with passing age,
At no time are his wonders reconciled;
File up all reasons and stay ever naïve,
Divide your age by a factor of five,
Rejoice; your soul and child both are alive!
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In child-like eagerness this sonnet allows itself one extra line.
From my book Harvest of the Late Season,
published by Penguin (Partridge)
Sonnets | 15.12.14 |
Categories:
plainest, age, child, innocence,
Form: Sonnet
When colors pouring from the sky
Pretend, in passing, to be free
Of memories which want to tie
Me down, I smile and let them flee.
The faded paint of long ago
Was washed away by children’s hands
Before the blinding wind and snow
Had come in waves from foreign lands.
I asked my conscience in what way
I might avoid its plainest trails,
Yet it had not a thing to say
While cranes were voicing haunting wails.
I thus decided it was time
To leave my barren crib behind,
And walk along a straighter line
Until some restful place I’d find.
At last I came across a field
Where Spring had left behind a sign
That she would soon return to wield
Her right to turn my words to wine.
Since no one could besiege me there,
I sat in silence by a tree
And mustered all that I could bear
To set myself, like colors, free.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Categories:
plainest, freedom, philosophy, psychological, solitude,
Form: Rhyme
What, No Butterflies?
Come walk with me in morning
When life is fresh and new,
When sunlight gilds the waking trees,
And grass brings forth the dew.
Accompany me at noontide
When the world is plainest seen,
And colors catch and hold the light
For ransom 'til the e'en.
Come and stroll in afternoon
When shadows stretch and creep,
And send the creatures of the day
Homeward for to sleep.
Be with me at eventide
When streetlamps flicker on,
When night and day walk hand in hand
And bells play evensong.
Come walk with me at midnight dark;
We'll brave the witching hour.
Together, we will not know fear,
Wrapt in love's sweet power.
03/Apr/2015
Categories:
plainest, beauty, butterfly, good morning,
Form: Lyric
No need in frightened flight
to hide in jet black
night.
Strange, but to the obvious
many are
oblivious.
Although in plainest sight
some can hide in
brightest light.
Often the case is this:
What seems can be
what is!
Categories:
plainest,
Form: Tail-rhyme
No need in frightened flight
to hide in jet black night.
Strange, but to the obvious
many are oblivious.
Although in plainest sight,
some can hide in bright light.
Often, the case is this:
What seems can be what is!
Categories:
plainest, philosophy
Form: Rhyme
Don't dash in frightened flight,
don't hide in ink-black night;
strange, but to the obvious
many are oblivious;
you are, in glaring light,
unseen in plainest sight;
at times what's true is this:
what seems can seem what is!
Categories:
plainest, life
Form: Rhyme
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