Short Majesties Poems
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In retrospect…
The woman most perfect
Would be a lady filled with
Many flaws and imperfections
Impurities and a few…
Insecurities
So together each
We could reach
Into God’s majesties and maturities
purple mountains majesties
our inheritance
every word poetic
the legacy of time
regal lines written
yellowed parchments read
such support and friendship
on a site for writing and words
understanding the paths to fulfillment
partners in this quest...
Up here are mountain majesties.
Breathe in! Take in the scent of pine.
Enjoy the coolness of the breeze.
Behold the blue lake - crystalline!
Tranquility and purity
encompass this beauty that you see.
For john freeman's
New Contest: A Nature Verse Poetry Contest
Angel dust glides
past the fairy wood
high above ancient boughs
and descends to anoint
my mangled mind
shot through with the lead
of seething maelstrom
born in the tombs
hewn to cordon frozen angst
bellowing for battle
with steel majesties
cocooned in satin alcoves.
Sight
A sense
I cannot
perceive its end.
To view life's beauty
And grandest majesties
Mountains, birth, sky, a poem
The face of my love all his life
To see is boundless in the extreme
Sight; the most profound gift ever given.
5th place in the "ETHEREE ME" contest by Andrea Dietrich.
A. Green
Beyond Serenity
She sings floating melodies—drifting free
Harmony that carries
Sounds, magical majesties
Wafts, beyond serenity.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010
Poetic form: Englyn
References: Englyn Unodl Union (Straight One-rhyme Englyn)
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/the_measures_of_1/
http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/411009
So many of us smile when summer starts
to lose its grip, for autumn thrills our hearts.
I’m ready for the shortening of days
and welcoming of sun’s less potent rays.
I’m awed by changing colors of the leaves
and love the cozy feel of flannel sleeves.
The majesties of fall create a world
of wonder when by Nature they're unfurled.
though they sought the gentle verse
a wracking pain drew up their purse
as thoughtless sovereigns hissed their curse
the dollars drained; their feign- rehearsed
this tragic dismantling
ever-torn fabric seams
flowing a pious demand of the feed
groveling majesties
planted their effigy
cordially under the pew cushion seats
stating repeat
loving the myrrh
silent decree
ebony spurs
While I was in heavenly places
Enjoying his majesties’ graces
I noticed someone not in view
I was hoping I would see you
You meant the world to me
Supported me through thick n thin
I can honestly say you made me see
The truth and necessity of salvation
Please before you leave the earth
And come back to the place of birth
Enter the salvation route I plead
For here in heaven with you I need
Russell Sivey
A pink red sun hovers above my bed
Beneath the sea I ride my horse aloft
With streaming mane through currents swirling path
To see his majesties evening show
Every day I wonder how he thrills my soul
He mixes up his paints and flings his brush aside
Against the sun to spill some yellow glow
Then blue strokes turn satin sky purple soft
Jagged mountain rises up, falls back to the sea
And last the waves are strewn above the shore
Instead of amber waves of grain
We witness somber waves of pain
Our beautiful for spacious skies
Are filled with angry, hurtful cries
While purple mountain majesties
Look down on civil travesty
No brotherhood from sea to sea
When hate still shines on you, on me
Can this America sustain
While blood now seeds the fruited plain
Can we not overcome this shame
When we are clearly all the same
deep in death she lies within so cold
with the flesh I’ve so much raved about;
where time and all its majesties old
she lies, with beauty there and life without.
and i, in solemn silence, grieve
as thoughts meander in waves of sighs;
remembering, yet refusing to believe
that life has left her once-luminous eyes.
deep in slumber she reposes and rests,
free from the fetters of fickle fate;
and the form that once felt warm caress,
have naught but only worms to sate.