The web was spun of purest gold, each strand a wonder to behold, the silver shears like a lover, the fate that lay in cloudless cover, each day a reason to always be, each night an endless void of dreamless sleep, in life the steps echo so pure, a beautiful journey with you so near, and yet a hand outstretched so far, to catch the light of a dying star, a fleeting moment long past in time, another second to know I'm alive, a love that lingers so innocently, a lie repeated to deceive, to see with eyes closed so tight is not the way to a happy life
'The band plays a sweet, soulful slow-dance song
I nuzzle her neck, breathing in her perfume scent.'
~ excerpt from Tim Ryerson's poem, The Dance
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From a deep slumber, you drift away
Where the yellow moths and poppies sway
And the gentle sun pours crimson gold,
On meadows burnished since time of old...
It is here that jaybirds decked in fresh reds
Whistle dreamy tunes like morn's newly weds,
That lingering music stands aside
As sky's dance claims you for a long ride.
For the wind is pure, a calm it achieves
Displaying the glory of dusky leaves---
So majestic is this place where you tread
Like a thousand years have dawned and fled.
Waltz to the tune of one groom in love
Together now with your queen, above--
Tim, pour light over me... life's blest dove.
From deep slumber, I trail away
Where the yellow moths and poppies sway
And sunbeam pours crimson gold,
On meadows burnished since time of old:
It is here that jaybirds decked in fresh reds
Whistle dreamy tunes like morn's newly weds,
That lingering treetops stand aside
As nightscape hooks me for a ride.
For the wind is pure, a calm it achieves
Displaying the glory of leaves---
So maiestic is this place...I tread
Like a hundred years have dawned and fled!
I see you in sleep, beauty fills my dreams
A peace you bring, but only in my...
My heart moves with thoughts of you
Oh, my heart yearns for the truth to be
But it only comes when I see you in my dreams
Never so pure a love I felt, but yours is not mine
For your heart has been tormented harshly over time
Though I try to ease your mind
I fear your heart will never be mine
Oh, why I ponder, would a heart be shown to me
One that I fear can never be mine
My only hope is that in time
My heart can share in love, a heart so dear to me.
For now, I fear, the only love that can be
They say that those in hell won't come back. Internally in pits of darkness, it's the hardest thing to break someone free.
Wanna hear about the night that Chris Nielson died? Wanna hear about the night his wife Annie couldn't take anymore, the night Annie's mind got fried?
Both of them trying not dwell and continue to live. Both of them forced to celebrate triple D day, with so much more to give.
Chris enters first, seeing all the beauty and wonders just beyond the gate. Searching for something familiar, searching for his kids, he soon learns their fate.
Annie can't deal with the grief. Annie decides to take her own life. She finally had the last cut. They finally pulled her last straw, taking her title as a wife.
Chris can't let this be he won't her rest until home. With a heart so pure, a love so deep, he will never be alone.
To be loved this much, to be cared for more. The only hell Chris knows is a world without Annie. What a bore.
There was a time when poems flowed so easily, so freely
when your beauty ignited my soul with passion
when I was young, and the world was ours
But now you're just a dream, only a faded memory
And I'm just an old man with memories of
Yesterday still fresh on his mind
We had love deep and pure, a spiritual love
That bound our lives as one
And vows exchanged have never been forgotten
But it gets so lonesome, so lonely sometimes
I have the writing to keep me sane
And a dream to keep me going
Our love will be an ember burning in
My soul and your memory will stay
with me forever
"Beautiful people are not always good, but good people are always beautiful." - Imam Ali (a.s)
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Real beauty shines from the inside out;
Without goodness, beauty harbors doubt.
A kind heart helps real beauty to show,
For goodness makes its light truly glow.
Beauty alone makes none truly pretty,
Goodness, with kindness and some pity,
Blends wisdom with strength on a human face—
A blessing bestowed by special grace.
When beautiful people are also good,
Then their beauty is without falsehood.
It becomes a divine and earthly joy—
Too pure a feeling to ever cloy.
Every man should have a daughter..
To feel her laughter light the air.
To know her dreams, her hopes, her fears..
To guard her heart with love and care.
For if one day she stands there weeping..
Her trust betrayed, her spirit torn.
He'd feel the ache within his chest..
A silent wound forever worn.
You wish her kindness, strength, and grace..
A love that's pure, a hand that's true.
A world that never seeks to break..
The light she carries, bright and new.
And yet, if you have loved a woman..
And let her heart be left in pain.
Would you not see, in time's reflection..
Your own sweet child in tears remain?
For every girl who walks alone..
Was once the child in someone’s arms.
A father’s joy, a love well-known..
Not meant to suffer needless harms.
If you have loved and lied..
Or left a woman lost, betrayed.
Would you not feel the sting inside..
If it were her who felt afraid?
So ask yourself before you falter..
Before your actions wound her heart.
Would you stand and watch your daughter..
Bear that pain of falling apart?
In the quiet of the evening’s glow,
Two hearts whisper promises, soft and slow.
With every star that lights the night,
Their love shines pure, a guiding light.
The Dance of Hearts
Upon the winds, their spirits fly,
Twirling beneath the vast, open sky.
In rhythm, their souls gently sway,
In a dance of love, day by day.
Timeless Embrace
A love that transcends the hands of time,
In every heartbeat, a gentle rhyme.
Their souls entwined, forever bound,
In the silence, their truth is found.
Blossoms of Love
Like blossoms in the springtime air,
Their love blooms with tender care.
Each petal whispers stories untold,
In this garden of hearts, love unfolds.
Eternal Flame
A flame that flickers, never fades,
In shadows and light, their love pervades.
Through life's seasons, come what may,
An eternal flame guides their way.
Love's Symphony
In harmony, their lives compose,
A symphony of highs and lows.
With every note, their love ascends,
A melody that never ends.
Beneath the stars, the darkness weeps,
A silence vast, where shadow sleeps.
But in the heart, a spark takes flight,
A soul begins embodying light.
It whispers soft, a warming glow,
Through trials fierce, it starts to grow.
A lantern bright, in tempest's gale,
A beacon strong when others fail.
Through cracks of doubt, it dares to shine,
A truth that’s pure, a flame divine.
No chains can bind, no storm consume,
The light within that breaks the gloom.
So rise, and let the world behold,
The light you are, so fierce and bold.
For every soul, no matter small,
Can blaze a path, and light us all.
In this life, one thing is certain;
One bet you can put your shirt on.
However pure a life we lead,
We’ll all face that final curtain.
A fact of life we all must heed,
Whether judged to fail or succeed.
It makes no difference in the end.
Dying will be our final deed.
If good, they say we may ascend
To heaven, whilst the bad descend
To an eternity of woes.
I wonder which place I’ll attend.
Is there a heaven? God only knows.
I’m not sure where the body goes.
We’ll only find out, I suppose,
After those curtains slowly close.
A heart so pure, a soul so bright, Seeks a love that's free from worldly night. No smoke, no flames, no haze to blind, Just a love that's clean, and a heart that's kind.
You search for a partner, a husband true, One who shares your values, and sees life anew. No drugs to alter, no alcohol to sway, Just a love that's real, and a heart that's at play.
Your path is clear, your intentions pure, A love that's wholesome, and a heart that's secure. You yearn for a connection, a bond so strong, A love that's built on trust, and a heart that's not wrong.
In a world that's filled, with temptations and strife, You stand apart, a shining light of life. Your standards high, your heart so bright, A love that's worthy, of your precious light.
So here's to you, dear one, with a heart so true, May your search be short, and your love shine through. May you find a partner, who shares your way, And together you'll walk, in a love that's here to stay.
In my eyes, the sought truth reflects,
But my lips speak only lies, incessantly.
That's how I am, a soul that resists,
Every personality it meets along the way.
Sweet words like homemade pastries,
But my eyes and heart hide unknown treasures, unshared.
Once I had a delicate soul of pure gold,
But my innocence was shattered, and life became a burden.
You deserve love and care, I am convinced,
But not from me, for I cannot be your support.
Love is pure, a sacred and profound belief,
And I, unworthy, cannot answer it.
I do not offer you my fragile heart, afraid to harm,
Afraid to lose again, to drown in life's swirling storm.
It's better to keep the silence of these feelings,
Letting them flow like an underground river to the calm sea.
In this melancholic silence, I find my refuge,
Between hidden desires and fears that distance me from what I could be.
I remain an enigma, a paradox of existence,
For in the search for truth, I have lost the essence.
She pampered and adored me from the start,
A radiant beauty, rare and a work of art.
Sought after by many for her brilliant shine,
I envied those wild watching her acts,
Yet, a hapless poet, I offered her my heart
So rich and pure , a love that would never diminish ,
Lost in the race I held on to hope's thin thread,
Seeking the meaning of love, my soul searches
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A traveler in this journey, I roam and seek,
For the essence of love,
in this world's vast, dark creek,"
In search of God
In silent nights, where stars adorn the skies,
I wander through the vastness of my mind,
In search of God, where endless mystery lies,
A quest for truth, a longing to unwind.
Through ancient texts and whispers of the past,
In nature's grace, in every breath of air,
I seek the light, a love that’s meant to last,
A presence pure, a beacon shining fair.
In sacred hymns and in the quiet prayer,
In every heart that beats with boundless grace,
I glimpse a trace of God’s almighty care,
A glimpse of peace, a fleeting, warm embrace.
For in this journey, ever wide and broad,
I find within, the presence of my God.
Written August 7, 2024
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
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