Tiny train...tiny memories...
how toys bring us back,
travel great distances
without actually moving --
how replicas resurrect
the plastic solders and tanks
in an attic trunk, my favorite
gun -- dry, bet the caps still
bang...?
Should these shaky old hands
pass them on? Or let them
desire their own -- to see what
future dusty attics will hold
after a fresh settling of years?
Spears, arrows, muskets, laser
blasters -- does anything really
change? Christ has not returned
despite our subsequent crucifixions....
Yet, love gives me hope....
resplendent
astonishing
brooding
postures
in
replicas
visions
exceedingy
sweet
of
desire
in
provocative
innuendo
of
implicit
ecstasy
a contraversial
temerity
of
sensibiities
laid
bare
An amazing structure stands for centuries.
Icon of France in Paris, the Eiffel Tower.
Gem of the paintings, portraits and poetries.
An amazing structure stands for centuries.
To feel its beauty, replicas in many countries.
Stands tall to enhance the tourism power.
An amazing structure stands for centuries.
Icon of France in Paris, the Eiffel Tower.
- S. D. Tiwari
Two figures laughing in the tangible woodlands
just as they were the young teens during first visit
enjoying the walk through the vegetation to look
for the spot they deemed sacred for themselves
he decided to lean against a tree to view their
carved initials in the precious bark of the seemly
replicas rows of trees as she decided to pick colorful
flowers to place in her hair from the abundance of them
A beautiful day to soak up a natural nature vibe
reminiscing about the many visits, different seasons
spring being the best times, sun peeking through
the tall trees as they unpack and hook the ends of
a hammock to relax in their familiar spot as they
engage in deep conversations about life as usual
The sunset warns of darkness creeping in soon, so time to
unhook the hammock to repack, walking towards the path
through the thick vegetation whilst giggling and laughing
about a pastime that would never get old.
How does the hymner sing of God's measureless love through quadruplets-
Fine craftsman of fields, flowers, fountains of water, mountains, and sun-
Who practiced self-denial, till blood sweat, for the honor of thieves
apportioning second chances like sweet nectar while He came undone?
Why does the scribe pen his worship to the Universal Maker,
Compiling pages of effusive love notes for an unseen King?
Unobserved by open eyes but recognized by insightful hearts
Heeding courtship calls from Christ, Saviour sweet, at the threshold tapping.
Where does the artist conceive sweet lines, hues that tell wondrous tales-
delicate replicas of the Creator, thoughts color their veins-
as prismatic as rainbows post turbulence and wuthering days,
so silver linings laid on canvas sprinkle joy for hearts to sail?
When do dancers slip from guarded grace to ungirded ecstasy?
In the sweet echoes of a recent heartbeat or laughing babies,
bustling birdy melodies auguring spring's blessed revival?
I shall sharpen my grand jetés for Jesus' triumphant arrival.
stable
stuffed
&soft
happenings
in space
replicas
galvanised
to
awaken
sensitivity
to life
My body tells the story of four billion years of living, of thriving, of flourishing. Each chapter a tale of surviving long enough to create another generation—replicas nearly the same, save a random change, a chance. The risk taken was a risk rewarded. Another day, another generation to watch the sun rise. Every body tells this intertwining story, written as every branch of every vein, tree, and river. Four billion years.
The oldest story told.
SHADES
collective
replicas
of wonderment
coloured
enhancing
a renaissance
of
a familiar
presence
a phase
of intimate
detail
surrounding
the
creative
mind
PROVISO
atmosphere
still &calm
a source
of light
exquisite
elegant
unprecedented
anticipated
intriguingly
the
quietude:
is more perplexing
mysterious
& elusive
shadowy
minimalist
meditative
moody
in
a sense of stillness
&
melancholy
concepts
replicas
yet
different
yet
tantalising
&
haunting
It felt like home
with a slight
taste of loneliness
while the tv was on,
and you laughed
saying it watches you.....
and here we are once more
looking at the deer
out the bedroom window
our clothes on,
you said it would wreck it all otherwise.
It felt like home
the pictures on the wall
spoke their glory
replicas
photography
in the raw of ansel,
and your mothers coffee cup
on a side table,
years after she passed,
still
our clothes on,
you said it would wreck it all otherwise.
It felt like home
in your sisters old bedroom,
patchwork quilt soft as snow,
you said she looked like me,
as you kissed my cheek goodnight,
our clothes still on,
you said it would wreck it all otherwise.
AFFECTIONS
unrequited
a
recognisable
resemblance
in
unfinished
replicas
mystery&
curiosity
emanates
in
an
element
of
renown
&slender
beauty
a
distinct
yet
indescribeable
aura
indictive
of despair
accumulates
out of proportion
Irrefutable evolution conduits
Matter tip toes through tunnels
Microscopic nano shifts continue
Outperformers filter free of funnel
Replicas of kept traits hail heredity
Thrivers cognate with larger logic
Attentive nurture forms pedigree
Love poured over timid progeny
Genome keys cut exacting bones
Entrapped wrapped sticky chrysalis
Nature photocopies, care duly hones
Elevating banquet, perpetual Christmas
Elevation in Evolution
Eighth of December
Desirable Education
The best phase of life is childhood, blessed by Him. Child is a symbol of purity and free from all shackles. Children are unattached to both good and bad.Their thoughts, words and actions are free from the six enemies of the mind. In the course of becoming adults, they are surrounded by all complexities and contradictions. But there is a child in every adult. Childhood passions and fancies remain dormant in their hearts. The talk about the childhood adventures relishes them when they recollect.
sinless saintly souls
free from fetters of constraints
replicas of joy
Like A Child Poetry Contest
Haibun poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Date: 05-07-2022
Dracula’s Daughter was not as scary as she wanted to be.
Is it because I am female? She asked herself, but this seemed crazy.
Is it because I am young? She wondered. Maybe a bit of a guarantee.
No, her father said, you just are not as frightening as you can be.
Dracula’s Daughter pondered this situation, wondering what to do.
She practiced her art skills and came into her own at age twenty-two.
By then her father and mother were also terrified of Devilita Lou.
She had earned their respect and caused their hair to turn blue.
Eventually Dracula’s Daughter became enthralled in the dark arts.
She could make cyberborg replicas of creatures without hearts.
Her parents were frightened of her macabre knowledge and skill.
Afraid that one day she would also kill them for the thrill.
WAY OF LIFE
engraved portraits
fundamental elements
of
elegance
& noblesse
an evident emphasis
shadowed &hidden
in
formal
tradition
an established
supply categoric
in strict
criteria
contact
thorough replicas
formed &contemporary
though
vague
bequeathed
with extraordinary quality
alluding epithets
of such illustrated
treasures
denied
in supplementary
composition
extended &originating
with
visual expression
both systematic
& somewhat
incomprehensible
this appropriate patronage
stimulated &recognised
then decisively
discerned
&
augmented
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
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