Lyrics come to me by moonlight
When the power of darkness lessens
When whispers soften like overripe
Mangoes dispatched hurriedly from India,
On ramshackle East Indiamen vessels
Sailing fruitfully through consternated
Waters and heated lines of the tropics,
Selling rewardingly on busy markets
Charged with the power of buy-and-sell,
And order-and-supply.
I wonder how Bob would react to
My girlfriend’s long and big, sexy hair
Blowin’ in the wind,
Seeking answers to horizon-tossed questions,
When howling, racing gales accompany
Frightened sorrel horses, newly freed from
Spavins, and spiked by the energy of the sun,
Hurtle home happily towards old and battered
Picket fences newly mended?
I write often under the spell of night rain,
Striving much not to blend lyrics with poems,
Which, like zucchini and cucumber,
May look alike but are quite different.
I stumble upon the fraternity between words
And promises and splice them with soft, nimble
Fingers of the piano.
Gentle taps yonder come from happily sobbing congas.
And with an unseen ensemble, a song is born.
Categories:
rewardingly, music, song,
Form: Free verse
"Alone is an addiction for Agoraphobics," ... by The Poet
Fireplace, beg a question; spark fuels naught?
Tired face lit the embers that awaken,
iron mace walled, beyond, fox and bears fraught.
My birthplace well-hushed that quiet sneak-in.
Contented engraved on my face, falsely,
consent and circumstance, hunger and thirst,
extent and measure, fed and quenched shortly,
ingested fully well, blessed, and naught cursed.
Accordingly, dawn swaps late noon's plum skies,
rewardingly, I stepped outside to pause,
awarding me sunsets that soothe my eyes.
Artistry; that the dusk paints when it draws.
Twilight ascends, sunlight lost, moonlight found.
Finite embers dim, alert eyes remained,
my sight sees, the fire's out, I'm bedroom bound.
Divine light flits fears, embrace Grace proclaimed.
Categories:
rewardingly, absence, addiction, anxiety, character,
Form: Lento
The scriptures bring so much comfort
their promises so rewardingly full
blessing upon blessing piled up so high
this is for God's own who obey His rule
Those who live as the meek of the earth
truly displaying character of being such
God has promised a rich inheritance
for those that live truly in touch
The earth shall be their's no doubt
but also given will be still more
they will know peace in abundance
a peace so divine it'll make them soar
So the meek will know God's peace
eternally in substance and past time
meekness is such a godly virtue
being without it is an awful crime
(But the meek shall inherit the land
and delight themselves in abundant peace.)
Psalm 37: 11(ESV)
Categories:
rewardingly, god, peace, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme