The mind of man expands its
eager grasp,
To chart the heavens and the
depths below,
Unlocking wonders from the
iron clasp,
Of centuries that vanished long
ago.
A monstrous birth, a star that
burns too bright,
The sudden flood that reaped
the valley clean-
All signs of wonder in the
shifting light,
The strangest omens that the
world has seen.
The page is turned, the ink is
dark and bold,
A vast creation waking from its
sleep,
As great, portentous stories are
resold,
And secrets rise from out the
quiet deep.
The world grows larger than it
was before,
With boundaries that stretch
beyond the eye,
A great abundance knocks
upon the door,
Beneath a vast and unpredictable
sky.
Syllable Structure: 8, 10,7,9,6,8,8
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Stars sparkle, scattering silver,
Silent skies glitter, serenely sublime,
Distant diamonds, divine dance,
Glittering globes gleam, glowing gently,
Brilliant beacons burn bright
Whispering wonders to whole world,
Fanciful fantasies flow fast.
Spring's gentle prelude,
Swallows fly into the mist—
Seeking distant skies.
soft baby blue sky
accents floating white clouds
and smiling sun
The air starts to shift and turn cool
A gentle whisper, nature's rule
A softer light begins to gleam
Reflecting in a sleepy stream
A scent of earth, a hint of frost
Where summer's vibrant bloom is lost
The sun descends in golden haze
Through shortening of passing days
A silent setting starts to weave
That only souls who watch believe
The trees in robes of russet dressed
Their leafy crowns now put to test
The fields are bare, the harvest done
A resting time for everyone
The scent of wood smoke starts to rise
Beneath the vast darkening skies
A comfort lies in the night`s chill
As the cool breeze stands deeply still.
This autumn breath, prelude to frost,
To winter`s advent, never lost.
A clear, sunny day
A brick falls out of the sky
It was just bird poop
the sky opens up
our sorrow in us known
as weeps thousands
Miraculous ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ stone
Against ¦¦¦ blue miraculous skies,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ towers and turrets rise
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ arches that enthrone
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ wonder of the skies.
Softly ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ spreads its wings;
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ belfry sings.
¦¦¦¦¦¦ Ascension Day ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ shadow of those wings!
(Blackout of At Burgos by Arthur Symons)
They are rufescent with fury.
Hissing stridently with horror,
They post words of wailing vigilance through
Parched gullets.
Glows run amok amid drunken spells of
Hysterical lustre
Fleeting shards of wobbling light
Pierce the earnestness of a grieving dawn,
Blinding the essence of insistent courage.
Early warm ruddy presence is
Dissolved by the warring flames of
Hostile tree-threads singed with hate from
Jungles that hoot, flee and crackle, fanning the
Embers of a fuming climate.
I am the warm embrace that breaks the chill,
The steady anchor when the waters rise,
I am the quiet peace that cures your ill,
The golden truth beneath untroubled skies.
I hold your trembling hand against the storm,
I guide your tired steps into the light,
To keep your fragile, weary spirit warm,
And watch you safely through the darkest night.
I am your faithful shield, your closest friend,
The heart that beats in rhythm with your own,
I promise I will guard you to the end,
So you will never have to walk alone.
Step closer now, and let me lock the door—
I am the surgeon, and you are on the floor.
Weekly Poetry Challenge 50 words Exactly July 27, 2026-August 2, 2026
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A silent silver ball
On the heavenly sky,
It paints a rounded doll,
Where hidden wonders lie.
The shadows softly creep,
Whispering in the air,
While hidden secrets sleep
Beyond all earthly care.
A balm for weary eyes,
A mellifluous grace,
Beneath the starlit skies
It finds its rightful place.
I’ve been walking in a thousand parks
Sat on a thousand benches or more
Dreamed away hearing blackbirds and larks
Each time I rested like never before
Always forced myself to go out
Being timed up by reasons I deemed
Quite exclusive, although now I doubt
If they were as important, as seemed
In the alleys with flowers and squirrels
I had casual thoughts to unfold
What I meant to divulge disappears
Much too fast to be honestly told
If I could, I would tell you about
Why I needed a thousand parks
Maybe more, I didn’t bother to count
All the moments I listened to larks
Could’ve been something else than tranquility
Of idyllic blue skies, rows of trees
Even though parks were my home facility
I’ve no way to convince you of this.
They say the skies
I am told the limit
If the tools to uterlise
Not wasting a second
But l am every minute
Though one still tries
Being in it to win it
Comes as no suprise
Perhaps a loss of spirit
Or closed to it all my eyes
Seems a force of habit
Boy how the time flies
Feel like l am never -
in transit
Taken from a poem called silver lining
Written 2019
Forest fires in Canada
leave a haze in Iowa
and I can’t help but think
of how they have consumed
the land.
As I go for a Sunday drive
a wall cloud of smoke
in the sky before me
hides the sun
but the river
is at my side
rippling reflections
of sky.
A voice inside says
we must embrace
before it's lost
as I count the miles.
I round a curve
and for a moment I see
the face of someone
I loved as she smiled,
a memory unveiled.
Yet I know
fires are burning
out west
a story played out
every year.
I look into my self
and feel assured
as the sun emerges
and opens the skies.
for every charred trunk
that falls a seed
left in its wake
The glow - Heaven stay in my heart
My eyes they wander - stars are bright
I walk , God beside me with a breath of air
Seeing with the moonlit hour so light
I thrive in the beauty too of the calm
Mesmerized with a twinkle - I partake
I see opportunity of " I wish I may - I wish
I might"
And that very calm in mind I then wake
In my dream the wind it may chatter
Blinking in the night - that presumed those beauties
Chills my bones - deep way inside
With self pride of cultivation with Bootes
Shine on to me my little stars up above
And keeping God in my path to then stay
put
I'll always remember it in my very soul
Bright be they may and negative vibes then caput.
" I wish that I may and wish that I might "
Have the loving stars in my head at night.
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