magnification
of quiet joy—shelves rising
like soft, endless afternoons
pages breathing lightly,
each book a small refuge
from the heat outside
and I sit among them,
held in their stillness,
the perfect summer repose
Lady in repose
drifting to horizons
pink and psychedelic
where dream dimensions
uncoil like ribbons
vibrant rainbow iridescence
circling moon spotlight
hidden fairy places
angel spun filigree
festooning domed citadels
of fantasy tales.
autumnal midnight
serenity and repose
very calm cold breeze!
Evermore under the moon’s peaceable
beaming,
are the dreams of the day’s laborers ~
As our attention softens, bliss beats rise,
from a centreless fulcrum at our core,
ego recedes, we cease to weigh and size,
as God’s blessings continue to in-pour,
of which our vibrant presence keeps no score.
Dwelling in the heart we slowly evolve,
in surrender, with no problems to solve,
for we have entrusted God with life’s task,
thus we stand still as illusions revolve,
witnessed as in divine light we so bask.
I follow its scent; that does waft to my nose.' From thence
To my soul.' Where it sooths my senses in sensual glow.'
I didn’t plant that garden tree
But thinking, I just let it be
I knew I should have cut it out
But felt within to let it sprout
And so, as seasons came and went
I pruned this tree, its bole I bent
Around the gable of my shed
But left the limbs above my head
The years passed by and I grew old
I hated heat and shunned the cold
My garden work became a chore
As summer days my patience wore
But resting underneath that tree
Allowed me time to watch and see
The beauty of my garden wrought
And all the neighbored friends it brought
A bunny comes to taste my beets
While shaded so, I rest my feet
A bumble-bee’s contralto thrum;
A promise of much more to come
Badgers, robins, the house finch red
All come with hopes of being fed
And I, too tired to wield my hoe,
Am glad I let that elm tree grow.
Softly she slumbers, a vision to see,
A smile on her face, serenity.
No worries or cares, no troubles in sight,
Just peaceful repose, a gentle delight.
Her snores, a gentle hum, a sweet serenade,
Cute and girlish, a symphony to aid,
My heart beats faster, my love grows anew,
In this moment, my heart belongs to you.
Though I may be nothing special, unworthy of her grace,
She sleeps beside me, a precious, trusting embrace,
Her beauty shines brighter, even in repose,
A treasure to behold, a heart that overflows.
Oh, how I'm captivated by her slumbering form,
A beauty so uncommon, a love that's sworn,
In this quiet hour, I vow to adore,
This sleeping beauty, forevermore.
Love is a kaleidoscope of colours
Dawn of spring after each winter season
A glass of champagne to uplift my spirit
Hand in hand
Love came to me like a warm fire
To greet the warmth with her kiss
Euphoric in joyous bliss
Twin flames ignited by a cosmic bond
Through amorous dreams
In a peaceful repose.
Ten lines compiled from ten poems of mine: -
1. If I Could Love Thee
2. What Love Means
3. A Romantic Setting
4. Sightseeing
5. Eternal Love
6. Apricity
7. A Lifetime
8. Soulmates
9. Romancing The Silver Screen
10. The Sound of Rain
The sound of rain
Acts as a balm to my overtaxed brain
Is a sweet lullaby
Relaxes my bewildered mind
The soothing downpour
Washes all my worries away
Induces me to be in the arms of Morpheus
In a peaceful repose.
"Life is a story with chapters unfolding, and of being
possessed by love and lust, and want along the way."
Quote by _Constance
There are times in my life of want and lust,
things that I sought out with hunger:
cravings and desires that were a must,
of course, then, I was much younger;
with a love and thirst for meaningless things,
with a lust and yearning for everythings.
But, after years of want I was left torn,
the excitement was now broken:
I wanted to be free and be reborn,
my wish for freedom unspoken;
I became more aware and quite mindful,
finding that meditation was vital.
I released myself to sweet dreamy rest,
my mind ... peace and serenity:
and in quietness I have been so blessed,
blissful in tranquility;
in delightful silence I love to repose,
enraptured with driftiing words ... I compose.
I was in a slumber repose,
so tired- I wanted to rest:
then, a guitar vibrating grows,
I love the twanging of my guest;
bringing feeling that I repressed !
The tune is a dreamy cajole,
an enticement and seduction:
the music speaks love to my soul,
I sigh for my love's destruction;
recall our introduction !
I am in a place misty veiled,
hazy, dark, murky and shrouded:
I see headstones with etching paled,
and names engraved- the stones crowded;
oh, why is the sky so clouded !
I smell the fragrant lilacs bloom,
one day ... I planted these flowers:
he loved so their cluster perfume,
I could stand here many hours;
oh, weary- and now the showers !
I hope you find yourself calm; next to me, in uncommon, repose
Like a peony, your beauty willingly unfolds so naturally plain
I found myself undeniably happy in the feelings to you; I expose
You heal my wounds; the ones that no one else knows
Written for you with hearts; bright red as blood in a vein
I hope you find yourself calm; next to me, in uncommon, repose
As chain lightning brings devastating storms to a close
You are the scent of loves white clouds; that freshly made rain
I found myself undeniably happy in the feelings to you; I expose
Such a magnificent being you are; scarring off all my crow's
Sadness of time: It's escaping like blue water down a drain
I hope you find yourself calm; next to me, in uncommon, repose
My heartbeats, brake with you, and everything simply slows
Somber eyes defined with every speck of their hourglass grain
I found myself undeniably happy in the feelings to you; I expose
With simplicity, you have watched as my feelings arose
Continue being you; stay that course; it's so easy to maintain
I hope you find yourself calm; next to me, in uncommon, repose
I found myself undeniably happy in the feelings to you; I expose
Through the edging of the night
he was there
steadfast and strong
teetering at the tip of her thought
a yearning to be
allowed
to become undone
through the hallowed
the wanting
the waning
until the rise of a new lit sun
for night was her day
and he held her young
through it all
ancient echoes still sung
Fragrance of a rose, within our heart grows,
soul feeling each sigh, with a mindful eye,
blissful in the boat, that God Himself rows,
flowing in free float, bidding fears goodbye.
Love’s readymade, in God’s heavenly glade,
where vibrant and aglow, in stillness slow,
with debts repaid, in stream of joy we wade,
soul steps retrace, till who we are we know.
There’s nothing we do as bliss beats renew,
treating with affection, both friend and foe,
our aura glistens like fresh morning dew,
as breath by breath we feel God’s grace endow.
Simple is the path, we so tread upon ~
Weaving thread of love, each moment reborn
path we tread upon
debts repaid in joy we wade ~
weaving thread of love
fragrance of rose within heart grows ~ blissful in the boat God Himself rows
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