Here she comes with a smile,
Flaunting her beauty flashing in her smiles,
She may come only once a while to meet me,
Thats enough to reignite the flame of love in me.
The love blossomed just in few meets,
The self in hearts turned into feeling of us,
The flame of love got lighted in our hearts,
Keeps on smoldering even when we are far apart.
Some evenings when I am alone,
Dusk paints the skies in myriads of colors,
Each color, each hue, leaves a mark of our love in the sky,
And the flame of love lights anew the spark within the sky.
And many mornings when you are not around,
Soft dawn unfolds a hush of gold where shadows softly lie.
Each whispered breeze recalls the dreams we wove,
The flickering flame of love gets reignited in our hearts.
Often pleasures me without tire.
Reignited in me a fire.
And what of poetry
Those muffled lies
Exposing truth
Hyphenated hucksters
Working the crowd
Barrel drummers
Echoing a distant rhythm
Hop-scotch rhymes
Keeping time
A rat-a-tat
Of Rappers rants
And what of words
Rekindled, reignited
Scorching sentences
Tortured by line breaks
Altering the meaning
Of repetitive rhetoric
Exploring the caverns
Of cryptic creativity
And what of poets
Wishfully wandering
A whitewashed wasteland
Searching the souls
Of passersby
Glassy-eyed warriors
In search of a cause
Blind believers
Sharing insight
Into a silent wind
Today, my teacher asked why poems ceased,
I said, "My studies claimed my time and mind."
She smiled and spoke, "Let not your worries feast,
For in your words, true excellence you'll find."
"Your pen, like stars, once shimmered in the night,
Each verse a spark, igniting hearts and souls.
Let not the weight of books suppress your light,
For art and knowledge weave the same bright goals."
Inspired anew, I pledged to write once more,
To blend my studies with poetic grace.
In sonnets, tales, and rhymes, let spirits soar,
And seek the magic in each line I trace.
So, here I stand, with heart and mind aligned,
In verse and study, endless treasures find.
And once again this fire of divide has reignited
Un-nerving the majority who just want to be
So here we stand, but now
Time has come to leave the past in the past and the
Reality is we should just let it be, never forget and let the
Answer lie in the future, so let`s drive forward and only
Look back to recall; and not to dwell, for
If we all stand as one and celebrate this great lands
Achievements that was mostly built against the odds, the
Diggers who fought and died for this great land
And let’s not forget our culture and this bonza lifestyle
Yes we do understand your plight, but this land has given us so much more
I sit in silence, listening to my heart
Questioning myself still
Is there enough warrior left in me
To finally conquer this gigantic ??? that was once only a hill
All thoughts lead to one thing
Her love
It has brought me back to this place
A place full of without rock bottom
Only repetitive fall have made many a time before
Her love drives me
One final battle with the undefeated enemy
A duel with this familiar foe
I had all but given up and surrendered
As she handed me this beautiful flame, that reignited the fire
I have been so close before reaching out to grab the treasure,
Then the into the darkness I would rapidy descend
So this time I will not fall alone, no I will bring her with me as she begins the neverending feeling of her man and herself falling in love
So once again I climb
There is a sting to winter’s kiss
cold memory reignited
a vision through watery eyes
a mirage of moments blighted
weary tracks of empty snowshoes
thinning lines on crest of hill
swallowed by a cloudless sky
the stinging bite of winter’s chill
crystal tracks of hardened teardrops
frozen on love’s time numbed cheeks
wait in silence as they listen
as love’s windblown distance speaks
John G. Lawless
©1/18/2022
*TODAY*
Today feels good!, inspiring
Like a flower in bloom, opening
A bird chirping, a song, humming
The wind, blowing, fingers on skin.
Today feels good!, for every bad
The circle of life, on repeat
A new born crying, music playing
Our souls thriving, freely , feeling
Today feels Great!, breathtaking
Friends re finding each other
Old flames reignited, sparks,fire
What makes everyday great?
We get to know each other .
*Image of Boys Become Buddhist Novices by The Asian Age.
The Dry Umbrella
I must recreate myself, foremost, strides hold best, I feel energized,
totally wandering by my lonesome, amongst nature I did stray,
abruptly, I felt perturbed, I forgot to pray, I just realized,
rapidly the sky, reignited, my umbrella too, not ok.
2021 August 15
Light-beam captives dream,
Two betrothed angels with rainbows in flight
Amidst the heavenly crossroads that gleam
For earthly lovers who once delighted
Long before their hearts were blighted
With straying affections traveling in beams
The two would forever be united
In travel where the speed of light now reigns
Their essence flows in tidal creams
Their love will grow forever requited
He has his own, ancient family bloodstream
That flows onward with tearful flames in flight
With them she’s never accommodated
Rather, abruptly whisked away in airstreams
Up into the oceans that predated
Pipedreams on the crossroads, brightly gleaming
Upon lovers’ beds, they’ll be an eternal team
Of nascent ideas out-dated
Their love for eternal jet beams and streams
Their white flight into night, once delighted
No need to think of Chagall’s past art themes
When the past cannot be reignited
And only lovers fly as particle beams
Forgiving those who cruelly blighted
Their union forever ignited
i can still smell you and feel your touch,
i never thought i could love so much.
i can hear your voice upon a rushing river,
i miss those words you so sweetly deliver.
minutes become hours, hours become days,
without you near....time rushes away.
further away than the most distant of stars,
all i know, is that i want to be where you are.
either that, or you here with me,
us...reflected in our eyes too see.
you have reignited that spark,
i have found that place from the dark.
now i feel that i am truly livin',
in you.... you are my Heaven....
i can hear it in your laughter, in your wanting sighs,
i can see Love's light shining through your eyes.
i can feel it in your playfully rubbed pouts,
as we step closer to another intimate bout.
yes, i miss you, but i love you more,
can't wait too see what the future has stored.
all i know, is that i want us to Be,
Us... reflected in our eyes too see.
you have reignited that spark,
in you, i have found that place from the dark.
now i feel that i am truly livin',
in you... you are my Heaven.
Fire
Tinders smolder
Reignited by small breeze
Orange flames shoot high into night sky
Lovely
The swirls of smoky gray clouds separated
As bright light came shining through
Like an angel ready for something to do
As if it was all beautifully fated
Always someone, waiting for that guiding light
When life can be dark, like shaded mountains
Turning black with the rain spitting like fountains
Until, the deeply wounded gain insight
To believe in one’s self is reignited
Blessed by the unexpected angel's arrival
All in the life’s journey of survival
Look all around, believe what is sighted
Heidi Sands
5/15/18
Bona fide baroque melodies resonated concert halls in Italy
Reigning Western Europe with elan more than a century
Until new composers innovated into avant-garde music
As ennui artists soon after wrote romantic modern beats.
Cacophony of sounds emerged after advent of modernity
As talent won carte-blanche to write popular harmonies.
Feeling of deja vu echoed sounds in modern-day music halls
When baroque compositions reignited latent fond-memories.
Dilettante musicians did not succeed except as an anomaly
For the musical world crowns only the best of its creativity.
January 18, 2018
Ten words, ten lines contest by Silent One
The voices asked me, how I am?
Told them,"Fine", they won't understand.
The Cassiopeia seemed to ask again,
The same question I've been imagining for days.
While gazing out of the French window,
And watching the beautiful but fatal snow,
I wonder how a man would feel,
Packed in the same snow and sealed;
Gazing those glittering multitudes,
And seeing no warmth or pity in those few.
Years later, I'm back to this place,
Everything's same from the window to the snowflakes.
The weather here's still cold,
But so am I now.
The gust came uninvited,
Through the French window.
And so the old story reignited,
As I watched the mountains of snow.
Now when I think about the old man,
I think how funny it was for him to die,
While he kept expecting warmth under that spruce..
From all those merciless glittering multitudes.....
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