Spirited seeks a match for that energy,
someone willing to jump in headfirst.
Cheeky talk can draw in an audience
who thrives inside their world of fiction.
Truth can be extremely difficult to handle.
Coming across as so eternally upbeat,
dark clouds steer clear of that sunshine.
Occupied minds will miss the details,
the sparkle in some smiles isn’t gentle.
A forlorn soul has a cracked window
leaving them completely vulnerable.
Curiosity always craves an adventure,
giving no thought to the consequences.
Nothing’s off the table to avoid boredom.
Naively each return a gaze with a rose,
some eyes only hold counterfeit sheen.
A silver brush stroke
turns rose thorns into blossoms,
fangs into white shells
lion roar hums you befriend~
while shadows follow your feats
mist makes a palace
where puddles and weeds had been
you drink the shimmer~
never asking what lies shrill
behind the painted curtain.
the day peels scene back
the crown, only thorns in sun
shows what's becoming~
smoothing the frown from your brow,
following in afterglow
Cryptic is the sheen upon you visiting my site
You are a beautifully profound everlasting light
Guiding me through the unending darkness
Visiting me with most illuminating brightness
I find you a calm within the most beguiling storm
Feelings of true happiness circling to a swarm
Finding solace in every form to which you reside
A companion gifted to me by chance, you're by my side
For this opportunity, my heart is open, oh so wide
Feelings such as these were not meant to hide
Happy Tuesday! The six-year-old girl said with a tiny twirl.
She had a frothy dress all lacy and her forehead had a curl.
Her eyes were green, and her outfit was one of the most prettily seen.
It is a happy day, I agreed, catching her gusto, jazziness and sheen.
If we could all be this exuberant and excited about our day
No one would be angry or nasty, and we could relax and play.
Something wonderful could happen is what her eyes said.
I was glad I had eliminated my bad mood and gotten out of bed.
Rarely
a pearl
rolls onto
the shores
of your life
timing must be just right
cadence and tide
humble downward glance
onto the wet sand
where it all began,
Despite the temptation
to keep it locked away -safe
never take a pearl home
beauty is only borrowed
never owned...
but if you must
roll it ever so gently between
tenderness and lust.
Remember its heat belongs to no one
If held for too long
it becomes just another cold
lusterless stone
When you're through with it.
Gently give it back to the tide
Pray it regains its salt and
the elusive sheen of life.
I beheld a garden of flowers
That graces an awesome hill;
Thrilled that same hour
By the garden goddess of the hill.
She handles with poise,
And fights like a warrior;
With the melody of her voice,
She counters terror.
Behold the garden goddess!
Majestic as a chess Queen;
Elegant like an Empress
On throne of dazzling sheen.
Her realm is eternal!
Her pride like that of a Fane;
Her prowess is supernal!
Her fame shall never wane.
Dedicated to Temitope Fatoyinbo
Silently,
through morning's light gray sheen,
I see a figure coming,
coming towards me.
Through the mist,
she strolls up through the mist,
sublime, silvery beauty,
can't make sense of this.
Who she is...
I don't know who she is,
she speaks only in whispers,
I can't quite hear it.
Just a kiss,
a soft, unplanned for kiss,
it feels so otherworldly,
her breath just a wisp.
On her way,
she's moving on he way,
my voice, it has gone silent,
can't beg her to stay.
Rapidly,
I turn around to see
the woman now has vanished,
I search frantically.
The mist fades,
the sun burns it away,
the woman I see nowhere,
just another day...
There's the bus,
I cannot miss this bus,
my job is in the city,
sometimes it's too much.
But I spy
as away the bus rides,
the ethereal beauty
as she waves goodbye.
Slick urban sheen
Motion through shadow and light
Lights pass by
Glowing flight of time
Dark frames the picture
Figures glimpse out of sight
Lights break the dark mass
Speed through the night
Engines hums a soundtrack
Hard rev, smooth to fierce
Crack of turbo gunfire
Rage contained on wheels
Listen to the engine
Listen to the night
Listen to your heartbeat
Feel the desire to drive
Frozen ponds bear winters sheen
Stark and bare, what once was green
Morning frosts bring winter's bite,
Now bitter days, and freezing nights.
The winter sun, no comfort brings
Too weak to thaw out winter's sting
Amongst this there is beauty though,
How lovely is new fallen snow.
How beautiful are icicles
Frozen cobwebs on a hedge,
Frosty patterned window panes
And snow upon the window ledge.
Who is there does not delight
In watching snowflakes fall at night,
As silently across the land
The snow queen opens up her hand.
For a time, all will be still
Captured each, by winter's chill.
Winter, she shall have her day
And for a while, she will hold sway.
Jean would go with me
to Exhibitions in halls.
Our passion was factories
in photos a-sheen.
Glossy factories
with no people outside or in,
but gleaming machines
in factories - a sheen.
Tall chimneys,
and sheer entrances.
A weekend, surely, for
machines, they were still.
Jean would go with me,
talking loudly as usual,
but I would say "Hush,
here are factories a-sheen."
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11/8/2016
Contest - Practiced Passion
Sponsor - Frank Herrera
4th place win
I am not afraid of death
Let it come for me
My time on earth is just a second
When compare to eternity
Take me Lord to a place
Calm, peaceful and serene
As my time here on Earth
Has all but lost it’s sheen
I'm in a café booth
nursing a hot coffee.
And, between steamy sips,
I stare at a mirror.
There, reality's a
reflection, not real.
And, like caricatures,
flaws come into focus.
I know; it's merely glass,
with a reflective sheen.
And yet, I am transfixed;
scanning strangers' faces.
My eyes get scrutinized;
when I stare at myself.
And it's fascinating;
guessing who will blink first.
Shifting shadows provide
this free entertainment.
And voyeurs, stealthily
watch life slip by unseen.
Green colors my soul with a shimmering sheen.
Rainbows amid clouds or in plankton filled seas.
Enlivens the world; shares sun’s sparkling scenes.
Entice, now, my spirit; let earth’s majesty beckon.
Natural splendors, displayed like emeralds for queens.
Aurora borealis at times includes green,
Northern sky beauty presents colors; nights brighten.
Delivering to earth heaven’s lights; have you seen?
Mint, mold, or moss, green beans with caffeine –
Yesterday’s creation made man’s everything.
Sunshine and chlorophyll create a living kaleidoscope.
Omnipresent environment sustains all nature gleans.
Living and singing in Earth’s garden of hope.
‘Surviving simultaneously as our planet grows green.
See Earth’s majestic mansion; give thanks and gleam.
Herald throughout our planet; envision Heaven’s dream.
Each act to replenish embraces our Creator’s goal.
Every animal protected brings balance to the whole.
Nature embracess green; thus, it makes my soul sheen.
Copyright March 21, 2015
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest It's Spring . show me the green –
Sponsor Francine Roberts
in pure sheen of night
a restless wolf bellows loud ---
when full moon arrives
Contest for Regina Riddle:
Haiku Aha Moment
Charlie Sheen
Once played a soldier on the big screen
But he turned to booze and women
Living large on Two and a Half Men
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