Thyme and Lavender, in time to purify where Earth meets feet,
Bathed in springs, so soothing and sweet.
Nature's spirituous spices give blessings,
And they're forever making the winds refreshing.
Wise chefs blend the cauldron of spices,
Herbal passages to culinary horizons.
Kin to mint, Thyme's a delight to nature's family.
Thyme is said to guard against ancient immunity.
Aromatherapy with Thyme lifts one's mind
To realms marked by stars and roots intertwined.
Thyme's perfume sings through stones and blooms,
So gather it reverently before it enhances indoor rooms.
Lavender also smells great
On one's body or served on a plate.
In moonlight rites, it's added to the bath
As a charm for various cures of the homeopath.
It springs from the soil with other chanting plants.
Then, with maritime breeze affinity, it surely enchants.
Thyme and Lavender would float fancy-free
With Enchantresses bathing happily.
Thyme and Lavender will endure in time,
And enhance lives when added to one's paradigm.
Pleasing us each and every day,
These spices sweeten time's sachet.
They soothe us in their scented displays
In the mornings and at twilight's grand display!
Walking barefoot along the beach
the sun is setting over the waters
and it paints the sky orange and pink.
The wet sand squishes between my toes,
I take a deep breath of the salty air
close my eyes and listen to
the squawk of the gulls and
the waves lapping the shore.
Enamored of the magical moon
the waves of the sea rise reverently and
passionately race to engulf the shore,
Besotted, my heart yearns to embrace
my beloved in my longing arms.
My thoughts of this world lie troubled and profound
As I pause drenched in the golden hues of copper fields
Stretched to the limit of the bronzed horizons that crowned
Beaming with the aspiration of assured hope revealed
As the sun wraps reverently all around
Where old familiars have settled to retreat
I have come where tranquility and serenity abound
Looking for a place of peace
I stand uplifted by a fabled tree of legendary rhyme
That laid its roots sublimely patterned in story
To furrow richly in the swelling soil of time
Gently resting within its landscape’s glory
It grew ever so magnificently
Harvesting the goodness of adaptation
In perfect unison with nature's severity
Relinquished in the passing of generations
Strong and textured with roughness and age
From the scars of hardship it dwells
In its simplicity and synchronicity-a musical page
A soothing lullaby-a song of peace and farewell
And in that golden light I am reminded we must
In a world amid calamity, despair and strife
Find ourselves in this place of calmness and trust
Amidst gardens of hope glowing with harmonious life
I trembled when I realized his intent
Bodies clinging, we swam fathoms deep
surrendering to each other as lovers
passionately torrid, yet reverently tender
In skies of gray I dwell
inside of clouds,
keeping company with mugginess
and sweltering heat.
People who labor underneath me
perspire profusely; some curse.
Others pray for me
to cut their labor short.
Yes, they pray for rain.
I hear their cries,
for I’ve been mustering steam
during days and days of dreadful drought.
Pitter patter pitter patter
Their plaintive pleas I answer teasingly.
Starting slow. I dole out droplets
drop by drop by tiny drop
The droplets increase . . . plop plop plop.
Wind joins in - wailing.
Trees tremble as I splatter them
with wonderful wetness for the prayerful.
Swoosh! Ker-plunk!
I’m drumming and drumming,
pouring myself down
on thirsting flowers with heads bowed
to reverently receive me.
Umbrellas appear all over the streets.
Gleefully, I pound them, hammering away.
I pounce on the heads of uncovered people.
Soaking grass and soil,
filling rain gutters, and
sliding joyously off many hard surfaces,
I saturate every place that I’m able to outside.
I am rain, and unceasingly
this summer day,
I reign
supreme.
Beauty neglected
slender deciduous tree
Engulfing my heart
Reverently crowned today
swaying in the evening breeze
His eyelashes were next to mine
that night I gazed into dark eyes
that drank me in like a fine wine.
I felt as if I were a prize!
Reverently he traced my face.
His eyelashes were next to mine.
Oh, never will my mind erase
the sweetness of that night divine.
He teased me that it was a sign.
When eyes meet, butterflies can kiss.
His eyelashes were next to mine,
and all that followed was pure bliss!
I can’t recall stars in the sky,
but I could feel my spirit shine
because a star that night was I!
His eyelashes were next to mine.
it is two a.m.
dogs and I go outside
the air is balmy, a gentle breeze
it feels like we are the only beings awake on the planet
the solitude is enhanced by a gorgeous smoky sky
no moon, no stars, no sounds
except the dogs footprints in the grass
a whisper of a sound
I feel it is God and us
the dogs sit reverently
it is a mystical night
I take photos expecting to see orbs
Long night. Sleepless.
I heard an owl, its call
filtering through the tall trees,
writing itself on the lush silence.
Other sounds followed reverently,
a moth whispering its powdery
presence somewhere in the room,
then, the soft padded footsteps
of a possum walking gently
across the rooftop of an evening
back into silence.
I tapped into the private
conversations the house
was having with itself, the creaks
and groans, the stifled gurgle
bubbled up from a troubled pipe
and from downstairs, an unknown
bump that gave no hint of cause.
The house carried on with this
chatter for hours then fell quiet
and perfectly still.
Later, I heard the dampened throb
of a locomotive coming in and out
of earshot as it skirted the far
reaches of the dawn, then a screech
of car brakes from a nearby street
causing the nerves to brace.
Too soon morning comes
with its hurry, erasing the silence
upon which this was written.
Time now for sleep.
Sunshine beams so directly onto a discreetly broken cloud
The tree line below it beckons thee so somber so proud
The cloud replies so reverently so utterly loud
Won't you stay with me? I plea darkness is such a shroud
S-olar flares deeply stairs
A-mber, my heart swears
N-o one relishes my cares
D-rawn to your Auburn eyes
Y-earning to see their prize
E-ffervescence they disguise
Y-our honey controls destiny
E-verlasting the best to me
S-worn to you reverently
O-ffering you my fealty
F-or you see the best in me
B-estowing lemon green tea
R-arity you bring consistently
O-rnate your shades of honey
W-on my soul's battle totally
N-o one outshines your brown eyes to me
Proverbs is a wonderful book
telling the reader all that's true
considering it with deep thought
it makes such real sense to you
'The fear of the Lord' makes one halt
it brings you to stop in your tracks
to ponder and deeply think about God
so you question yourself about your lack
God is bigger and greater than you
being eternal before, future, and now
true knowledge begins and ends with the Lord
calling you reverently to humbly bow
The majority of this world are fools
despising wisdom and godly instruction
no matter how much God shows His love
they reject His message of spiritual resurrection
Knowledge begins with the fear of God
be sure that's your motto all your days
make life a joy in the Lord's presence
abide in God's word obey all that He says
('The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge: but fools despise wisdom and instruction.')
Proverbs 1: 7 (KJV)
How reverently he removes the seal,
anticipating the fragrance,
the first small taste,
remembering the warmth and
laughter of the party,
parties, the bar, the taverns,
the men, the women,
long-tailed cigarette smoke curling.
His tongue unconsciously caresses
the corner of his mouth
as his left hand cups
the shoulder of the bottle
gently and firmly as a lover.
Drawing a penknife from his pocket
he pulls open the blade to cut
the black band binding the cap,
his lips slightly pursed,
engrossed in the process.
Deftly flicking the cap,
he lays it aside and pauses;
it takes only a moment
for the subtle vapors
to lift to his nostrils.
Not quite a smile,
something even more
expressive of pleasure,
a submission,
a peace that fills him
as if coming home
from an arduous journey.
He pours.
Yea, though I walk through the portal to eternal bliss
I shall fear no evil but respect the darkness
For yonder I see the reason I am here
The bright light of forever beckons me
I follow bravely but reverently.
Even if I am oceans away, you and I are never apart,
Whether near or afar, you are always in my heart
Trekking through terrains of life, valiantly by my side,
Traversing miles and miles, preening smiles of pride;
Upon dreary barren lands or pristine-blue sea shore,
Reveling dreams endearing or defeating woes of yore
That seasons of yesteryears reverently fetch to fore,
Turning pages of albums, memories-kindled implore;
Lauding missives of love our indulgent youth chose,
Humming fervid melody, rhythms dulcet compose,
Invoking verses mellifluous, sensuous souls extol,
Serenading love treasured; passions of hearts cajole.
Transport me back, dear, to revered times we long,
Recite words of romance choreographing our song
Reclaiming the fervor, vowing, together we belong,
Warbling hymns of allegiance, reverberating lifelong;
And hold me there, love, as rhythms euphonic impart
Promise of passion eternal: you are always in my heart,
Relishing lifetime together, whether of joy or sorrow,
Whether of springs bygone or the autumns of morrow.
July 26, 2022
Placed 2nd: One In Five 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Phrase: # 3 Sentimental Song
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