Richly Poems

Keeping Love Alive

"Though all have endless love within, many feel they have none until external love shows as fantasies contend." ~~ Poet


I thought I knew love’s emotional pallet,
     then you gathered me in passions ballad
          and my sureness tossed in kinetic transport.
In your embrace, all I knew became unglued.
Such an amazing, glorious sensation
     increased its revelation because your known
          was equally thrown, richly altered just as my own. 
Times like now, our desires seek declaration
     from our mutual flames celebration
          of romantic love we both hold as a blessing.
You say our love is so tenderly strong, it is truly poetic.
Tonight, as your lips tantalize mine until intoxicated,
     the entire world fades away unrealized ~
          only we exist inside a shared bliss that enthralls.

Again, and once more, I always seek your lips for kisses 
I adore while wishing all were reality, not my fantasies 
creating a sedating escape from the unrequited 
love I am always bleeding.  It is silent kisses 
and all my other pretendings that keep 
what never started from 
ever ending.

The Valentine Muse

If discipline be righteous let me stray but for a while
And beg the Fates indulgence on the morrow
For surely cruel as fate can be 
There's kindness in the breast for he that
Strays in ways gods envy and admire

If heaven smile the while you dally
Lost in that space none dared precede
It can't but wonder how creation
Dwelling under heaven's folly
Follows on the path you have created

Hearts together beating as two within one breast
Facing love with nothing in between
One casting from the mold the gods broke on request
The fate not resting til it wrest from Chronos
Moments precious lost in time now found

Lives entwined as flames no quenching thirst can hold
So bright the night can hold no purchase on the soul
Hearts aflight would light now holding fast against the darkness
Which would swallow and consume that light most richly blest
Whose purchase can outshine all heavens gold

Sea of Imagination

"There's a river meandering through the mind", 
It carries your thoughts and ideas entwined, 
Through the nerves and veins of the brain it wanders, 
This river moves with precision and ponders, 

"There's a river meandering through the mind", 
It leads the seeing, is a guide to the blind, 
Many stories have richly bloomed by its shore, 
It journeys on till you live, keeps giving more, 

"There's a river meandering through the mind", 
The source of this river is what you can't find, 
But tasty are its waters of creation, 
It ends in the sea of imagination.

AI

Let’s be clear! “AI” is plagiarism -- 
all grammar checkers, any writing aid,
major editing program, can be a form of
plagiarism...laziness at the least in my
humble opinion.  Someone who writes
a biographical outline, a story outline
of any kind, and then hires a ghost writer,
or major team of professional editors, to 
bring about the final, flawless product,
because the original was so sloppy or
hackneyed, is not the writer-originator 
as I see it.  Agreed! There are
no entirely original thoughts, for each of
us stands on the shoulders of the many
tall and talented thinkers, richly endowed
innovators who came before us – what we
owe them, and our chosen craft of relatively Free
Expression, is to try and maintain a posture
pure as possible when attempting to create. 
Approach authorship as a Mystical exercise -- 
As a personal lover.  A rapport with God.

There is Only One Hope

Let the breath of heaven flow with grace,
As the gathering of angels fills this place.
Soaring high, both near and wide,
His Name, our banner, strength and guide.

Refine the oil, let its glow be bright,
Let our lives shine with newfound light.
The table cleared, a meal prepared,
The taste is unknown, yet richly shared.

New strength will rise, our souls renew,
As chaff falls off, our eyes see true.
Soar higher still, both far and near,
Review the vision, make it clear.

Let God reveal the one piece so bold,
That makes the new vision to unfold.
Stop and see the enemy’s sway,
Unusual creatures bring delay.

Yet God brings joy to light our stay,
His Hand will guide, His truth will stay.
Topple the foes who seek control,
Let revival sound where your feet stroll.

I Hear the Voice of Nigeria

I hear the voice of Nigeria, 
The silent whispers drill, 
From bustling markets to ancient hills. 
Those of the Hausas in the north, 
With gentle cadence in stories deeply sown. 
Those of the Yorubas in the west, 
Vibrant in rhythms and richly manifest. 
Those of the Igbos in the east, 
Resilient in spirit, never to be ceased.

I hear the voice of Nigeria, 
The usual, varied carols blend, 
A symphony of tongues that transcend. 
The strength in diversity, 
A tapestry woven, intricate and free. 
An entanglement to commitment, 
A nation’s heartbeat, truly heaven sent. 
The force of a people, strong and true,
One Nigeria, forever shining through.

TOUCH OF NOCTURNAL VELVET

A cascade, shimmering, of rivulets that undulate,
Metaphor thalassic, richly blending at the pate.
Each silhouette of vitality, speaking with gentle weight,
On shoulders resting, an adornment, delicate.

Where inky depths meet sun-kissed golden thread,
Fair skin and russet lips, a harmony well-bred.
On sloping lids, where emerald hues are spread,
Completing thus, a visage subtly, richly said.

Every filament, a void of deepest night,
Pupils widen, mirroring its stark, endless plight.
Heartstrings tugged by fur of shadowed fall,
Where a blue throb pulses, binding all.

Nature's Tapestry

A winsome weave, simple and real,
Warp and weft; a tight twill,
A weaverbird’s nest, strong and snug,
With soft crossways and tumphy tug.

Subtle cozy patterns, seldom revealed,
Cynical twists like waves unsealed,
The mirror of peafowl’s courtship field.

Matchless display by the peacock,
Dance elevated by love, rattle of feathers in rhythmic clock,
Enticing and dazing the hens, with a silent poise,
All while rivals raise their voice.

Waking incredible train rattle, a sharper dance,
Initial plumage grandeur, a healthier glance,
Peahens’ basics caught in a stance. 

Beautifully woven, a rhythmic tapestry,
Wales ranged in a rolling plain spree,
Richly captivating...lines of love,
Crowned with bliss by the brave thereof.

Love is a Phoenix

Love is a phoenix,
Barbarously burning,
Longing and yearning,
Mysterious mystics. 

To love is to die
And rise once more 
From the ashes to sing the lore
Of love, until the blood gets dry. 

Love is velvety and richly red,
Its silky stains stay sincere,
Tragic turmoil it may appear,
Miraculously Maroon love's words bled 
Just like the wings that phoenix shed. 

Love is moral and immoral,
It is autumnal and floral,
It is right and it is wrong,
As sweet as a phoenix song. 

Flames of love are so sacred,
Smouldering and smoking,
Until its victims are utterly choking,
Isn't it enriched and intoxicated!

Love is a phoenix, 
Beautiful and basking,
Only giving and never asking.

You Are - My Double Etheree

You
are my
dark, smooth and
richly flavored
double-espresso.
You’re the deliciousness
in my cup that always I’ll
wish to drink up. You also are 
a double scoop of yummy ice cream.
So luscious are you – my chocolate dream.
You greet me with such delight you are like
a double door – the passageway for
me is is open wide, filled with light.
Your generous heart is a
double bed that gives me
my space! You could be
double trouble;
that would be
fine by
me.

White Christmas

How exhilarating to observe
All around the white snow as it swerved,
Around the towering dark fir trees,
That grew richly on slopes in the breeze.

Below a small farm provided heat
Food was plentiful so that friends would meet.

The scene soon stopped, but there was still hope,
I took my toy and shook the snow globe.

Snow fell. The crib lit.  I dreamt of a luscious feast.
It’s White Christmas again.

Gratification of Senses Adagietto

His tears faded away
with the most concerning
image of tommorrow ever
seen
modern usage of a Jollux
man. Spearing to victory
or so he seemed
as he speared up
 meat and cabbages
for the supper he
had planned.
It would exclude his wife
who wished him
to look to something more
healthy
as he would only smile
at the sight of fat and richly
savoring treats.
He used the term
Beef-witted to decribe her
as she only liked to
shame him
might she find support against him
with snoutflairs
aannd consorted people
"those who wished us apart:
mind you they seek tresure
and lack the concern for your
well being"
he told his wife as she
looked lustinhly at the folk
on the hot busy beach.
" might a need to be apart
from me find you with the studs
here watching you
My Darling?"
She frowned and spoke of his
wonderings as trival and him
as crazy: knowing that he
only wished her to
trusted and true to him

The Harmony Tree

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

septembers lamentation

    september laments
    while the passages of time ~
    end her fashion show

    autumn's falling leaves
    where trees stand stark sentinel ~
    skylines silhouette

    natures saving grace
    leaves silently lie in state ~
    richly turn to dust

    9/ 26/ 2024

Last Night's Debate

I stayed up to watch the debate,
Though for me it was on kinda late.
What I felt I did see,
Just between you and me,
Was a richly-deserved chief of state.

She was confident, cool and so smart
That she ripped her opponent apart.
As he blathered and sank
To his name-calling plank,
She made staying unruffled an art.

If the blowhard were still back in school,
He’d be forced to obey every rule,
But his bullying ways
Which, for some, is a phase,
Have instead turned him into a fool.

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