Gone with the wind this day begins
Becoming a vowel of, A,E,I,O,U
Sounds becoming whispers disappearing
Placed in soups dictionary of words never leaving
Traveling through time unseen and unheard
Yet still, remembering every word
Placed into the hearts and minds of many
Remaining in the thought’s of all left standing
Through written words rehearing and seeing
A poet goes into the mind never leaving
A ghost of whispering words of ever lasting
Never gone or forgotten, never leaving
Contest: Where do poets go
Sponsored by: Silent One
Date Created: 11/28/2020
Musician's notes can sound unearthly powers,
Astounding hearers' eyes with blinding thunders.
The painter's brush can stroke insightful hours,
Surprising viewers' ears with deaf'ning wonders.
Presenting sounds unviewed and sights unheard,
The writer's pen can eyes and ears astonish.
Art's trinity is music, paintings, words;
Yet oft do artists' senses numb, admonish.
Rehearing sounds, musician's ears indict.
Reviewing sights, the painter's eyes confound.
Resenting words, the writer's senses spite.
Their art's at surface false, in truth profound.
So spite despite, for musing faults and flaws
Do grace disgrace with rousing earthly awes.
Golden wheat so sweet where we meet discreet
Eager to see glitter flicker in your eyes and brilliant smile
Picnic of ardent flames as I shiver looking at you, feeling complete
When I’m lying wrapped up in your arms awhile
Summoning songs filed as I sing, my heart beats
Meanwhile caught up in the touch, slow and steady rush
Capture those fluid moments written in music sheets
As I near, I disappear in the scent of your hair, I hush
Journeying through treasured memories where I long to be
As I wander through this wonderland of music, I hear
I can feel the magic floating in the air where it begun
Rehearing verses pulling me out of time so endearing
Laughing with you in the new found rain and sun
2/6/2017
A night of miracles, of splendor, of grace,
A night of wonder for all to trace.
A night of promise of hope, of glory,
A night of holiness, redemptions story.
A night to believe, to accept, to embrace.
A night to grasp the depth of His grace.
A night to reach for something brand new,
A night to hold to all He can do.
A night for sharing, for giving, for gracing.
A night for slowing a life that is racing.
A night for reflecting on purpose and choice,
A night for rehearing His still small voice.
A night of miracles, of splendor, of grace
A night to believe, to accept, to embrace
A night for sharing, for giving, for gracing.
This night is eternal is rich, is amazing.
This night is eternal, is rich, is amazing
This night is smiling for what is arising.
This night is conquering the slaves are free!
This night is Christmas, when God came for me.
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