Color my small world -
Oh, fair Yeshua -
With a streak of globe mallow
Inside a rocky draw
And the morning calm
Of bergamot and lupine -
So I can stop time
And set my gaze upon them -
And a swath of poppies
Glowing in the sun
And a glint in the breeze
As if to show Your love.
I'll go and walk about
The garden variety -
Knowing that this niche
Is where I want to be.
small world was as beautiful as a moonstone orb
I stared into her depths, amazed I was able to conjure her
She has facets that are so gorgeous, they are indescribable
this is the first time a small world had appeared in my visions
I wondered if this was an awakening
to let me know there are tiny planets in existence?
have other people stumbled upon this small world?
I listened for sounds, but there were none
Was the planet asleep? it began to vibrate
my fingers vibrated with it, moving faster and faster
soon they were spinning around and around
I felt extra energy in the room.
When I opened my eyes spurts of light were zipping past me
like when you brush your hair in the dark and you see sparks
I wanted to see the small world one last time
So I closed my eyes, but she was gone.
The red string of fate
the nonexistent ties
the late starry nights
overlapping into days
golden sparks with hazel flecks
brightens the stormy greys
the skies cleared up
fading into pastel sunsets
of bright pink and purple hues
It's a small, small world, after all
I've been right here, so have you.
Perhaps, I'll know you in another life
at this moment, you seem stranger
I wonder if our paths will ever cross again
So many 'ifs', 'buts' and 'maybes'
the odds, they seem astronomical
but hope is stubborn, and so am I
It's the fate that binds us all
In a world so, so small
I'll be right here,
and it looks like you'll be too.
if we were to cross our paths again
do you think we'd see the spark?
amidst the bright reds and glaring whites
would you walk the lane until it's dark?
And when we're beaten down by the rains
could we rekindle those flames again?
life comes to a full circle
but we are back to where we never began
Just one word and I'd risk it all
with the burning passion of youth
It's a small, small world you see
I'm right here and so are you.
Its a small little world
But a big one it seems
Its like your alone
but surrounded by so many things
Small Tree Planted
Its Roots Extend
Small World Enchanted
Its Branches Ascend
Mountains In Glory Rise
Shining Forth Fatherly Strength
Reaching Into The Skies
A God At Length.
From A Rain To A Drought
Nature Shows Her Power Divine
As A Flower About To Sprout
To Her Glory, Stoics Resign
April 8 2020
Serenity In Scenes Of Mother Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
M-illion miles apart,
D-istance is not a problem,
M-essages are sent.
Topic: Birthday of Marly D. Mahinay (March 13)
Form: Haikustic
In our realm an ant would be gigantic,
A grain of sand, a monolith in size,
One teardrop seem as vast as the Atlantic
And blades of grass appear to reach the skies.
Our tiny quantum world is subatomic
Though physicists would say we make a mark,
We permeate in numbers astronomic
Yet I am but a nanoscopic quark. *
* Quarks are elementary particles of matter that are smaller than protons or neutrons. They are the smallest particles we have come across in our scientific endeavours.
Date:13.07.19
Contest:The Miniverse Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Nina Parmenter
To enlarge your world
move slowly and pause to meet
God in the other.
The small words
“All that`s mean nothing” not my words
but I often think about it, when reading the newspaper
I look for the no-news the filling of space
the news is often there and when **** flies they are taken
by surprise busy reading the headlines.
Being so wrong the want to set aside democracy and civil
behaviour the by line has become a headline we must
demonstrate denounce the new from the stage or pulpit
by the pompous and incompetent
perhaps it would help to read the alternative press they
have less to lose and don`t worry about circulations and
no capitalist master to serve
In the middle of my own small world I stand,
Both feet planted firmly on the land.
Gold is the sun in the sky.
Oh, that I could fly!
Then you see -
I
Would be free!
Earth-bound, though, I sigh.
I'll remain so till I die.
Knowing that out there is something grand,
In the middle of my own small world I stand.
Written 2/5/15
Now for Joseph May's 'Andaree - 11 Lines' Poetry Contest
SMALL WORLD WATERS... NAZRIEL!
As i sat in a nite club..
sipping sodas as i was too stressed
to enjoy my guinness...with michael powa..
a catch phrase used to advertise
my favorite bottle...
then in walked NAZRIEL
Pretty NATZ.. A nick name...
had a companion... weird..
is an understatement...
no words were needed i..
sat immobilized.....
the eagles blended in..
Nazriel playing intoxicated-
me not buying it
natz... playing with dem pole dancers
natz eyes me..
the eagle folds his arm around her..
protecting pretty natz..
The eagles have landed in our city
i have encountered one too many..
and no one seems concerned...
this one has been around for decades..
lets cal him its-rael
No one knows why the eagles landed
talk of missing Isaiah chapters..
talk of the secret of the seven.. thunders
miracles don't amaze any more
for the eagles have landed...
and sweet NAZRIEL is one of them
by lewis nyaga
Oh dear, what life brings
What a small world we live in
Where life brings us next...
...Well, that is unknown
In time, we will understand
For now, let it be
Again I shall say,
What a small world we live in...
Life full of wonder
You soar into my
consciousness on eagle's
wings,
your aura stole my
atmosphere like the dew in
Spring.
My heart was lured by the
lines in your sugar-candy
eyes,
I just opened a can of
wonder and it leads to
paradise..
If it is a small word, I would
have met you a
million times
(c) 2012
Adeleke Adeite.
Can this get me a
chocolate?
Alone in this world,
What do I have to live for?
There’s nothing here,
For me any more.
If you’re not near,
There’s everything to fear.
It was because of your love,
I felt so strong,
Soft as a dove,
Now its gone.
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