Short Terrace Poems
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Sea in cool of evening;
course-wind and surf stirs me.
Stars open the heavens;
invited to high tea
with the Lord’s harmonics.
No better place to be.
Deadly weapon as seen from the sea
A tool for suicide though not forced to be
A wall of safety an unknown risk
The edge of the earth to God just a shelf
Vines cling to rusted rails
Glider, in crusted red
Sometimes there are loose nails
Faded and worn by time
Only hearts can accept
How destiny travails
From balcony, watch stars-
Gems stuck in diadem.
I wonder where hides Mars.
Moon spills light on the floor.
Down, city is abuzz.
Like ants, move in rows, cars.
Gone pass the windrow of my life,
taken on board over short periods.
Depletion gauged at total length
upon second terrace down.
Convex appears at medial conclave,
therefore turned and complete.
I'm surrounded by doves.
They fly to my terrace.
I go to my window.
My arms out in Paris.
And oh; how I've passion
for these birds of great fame
as they **** on my patio-
Filthy Pigeons by name.
Your hammock
and my thirst
pure love that stirs...
on the rhythmic swing
the further we balance
plus the love happens...
In this hammock, all desire
only love brought us...!
Big Blunder Down Under
Trump several times pulled big blunder;
Even insulted leader who was down under;
When he fell off terrace,
Us then did embarrass;
Never enlightened with all of his thunder.
Jim Horn
Endurance
Sat on the terrace
Waited for stars.
It was overcast
Delayed a bit longer.
Then it was morning
And rain fell.
Big drops
In each one
I saw
An echo of stars
Too tiny
To see
by the naked eye.
Morning sun
Sat on the terrace
the sun came up
hit me with youthful
arrogance.
Friendly clouds
came to my rescue
a filter
between me and the sun.
I could sit in peace
watching
the town, waking up.
Life is Built
Open Terrace is made of Love and Dream.
Destiny is the Glass- Ceiling.
Emotion and Passion have done painting
Frustration is the door to escape.
05/29/21
Terrace in Azayba
On the white terrace
the sky sieves
sapphire earrings.
From the nests of the minarets
deep trembles
embalm the horizon.
White halo
the city travels
through the desert -
a ship
of prayers.
Sweet lad wiht 'super powers'
Dances on terrace of towers
My pretty little uncle
How gentle is his dimple
In white shirt and black jeans
He shows he 4133186's twins
Cousin of future IAS
So charming and cute thus..!!
I just wanted in this life
a green covered field
to plant, live and harvest...
A cozy house with terrace
a comfortable room with windows
to watch the sun and moon rise... !
A lovely woman to love...
That's all I asked God for!
Appreciative
Six o`clock
In the morning
Is the best time
To get up when it is summer
Stay on the terrace
Inhale the air
Before it gets hot
Make a coffee
Just being alive
Elderliness is to be grateful
For little things
a vernal breeze
blows through
the mist,
the vanishing
tree-tops glimpsed
now&then,
across the terrace
baroque&beautiful
visions
perceived-
contradictions
to marvel&muse,
contemplate in
nature's secret
splendour
My
tranquil
oasis,
terrace garden,
by July- serene
hues of green foliage,
and sweet scents of rose drifting.
A repose from the humid heat,
and oppressive sun- where the murmurs
of bird twitters bring a divine stillness.
The light falls on as I fall asleep unbeknownst of what lies ahead,
My eyes close shut and the darkness engulfs,
Carefully wrapping me up in its warm embrace.
But light comes and takes away that warmth.
Leaving me all alone in the cold terrace.
Fog comes swiftly, generous her gift flowing
Light and breeze different when its foggy
'Pon the terrace, priviledge, boundary open
Memory winding.....
Inspired by Craig Cornish's
Contest:Sapphic Stanza
Not an entry
Written: September 1, 2013
Where is the Bird chirping??
On the terrace,
On the lane of a window
In my mind
Oh tell me where I can find?
Or the house that is behind
Let the mystery be unwined
Bird is in the aviary,
Shouting for her freedom
Because the aviary is like gravedom..
terrace top cool breeze
heart warming sunlight
bliss magnetism hums
nodes within glisten
poised in the void thus
nothing need be done
in the vibrant now
there is no seeker
formless awareness
feels divine magnetism
celebrating life
pulsating within
from beyond his
vibrant palette
that bore all his
lifelong scars
is what I see
beneath his sky
and myriad
of stars
a scene of shades
and silhouettes
formed by the
yellow light
that hints at
The Last Supper
at that café
in the night?
'Two Sisters on the Terrace' by Pierre Auguste Renoir is a famous painting exhibited at the Art Institute of Chicago.
two lovely sisters
on terrace with abandon
bathed in dewy glow~
elder dreaming in quiet
younger flashing naivety
I made a sweet uplifting place,
a terrace garden so serene;
it is a green lush private space.
I made a sweet uplifting place,
where tranquility I embrace;
and God touches me in the green.
I made a sweet uplifting place;
a terrace garden so serene.
Read me a poem.
The lightening has touched again-
my raw nerves.
*
I say, don’t
climb the terrace. Bougaivillea
has made it a home.
*
I have come,
a longway to meet my lover,
the solitary moon.
Satish Verma