Written: September 13, 2026, for a contest Sponsored by: Joseph May
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Beneath bruised blue, yet my soul soars —
While weary winds waning, I prance past pain —
Bees buzz bring dazzling delight—
Dreams dance; at daybreak dewy descend —
Sly stars shine, in bold breeze
Souls spew sadness; bleeding buds bloom —
Flowered Fall finds halcyon hearts —
Do I write from the heart? Do I write as a song?
This voice inside is so far from all wrong.
For once in this life, in these hills that I roam,
I'm not afraid to give my new love a home.
It hasn't been gold, nor grand open plains,
Life was atop this high rocky range—
Learning to do at a half-lived age.
Now, it's all different; the spoils are all gone.
But the wings are all spread, as the wind lifts the dove,
Higher, and higher, above,
To bask in the sky where I feel totally new.
Love is atop of the cool mountain view,
Where I'm in love with you, too.
Now the pair of white doves will soar,
On to the place we've never been to before.
A beautiful freedom that belongs just to us,
With a wide-open sky soaring only for love.
- Debra
Eagles soaring,
knowing freedom.
Unlike anything I've ever known.
Yet my heart can soar where they have flown.
Soaring
two doves in flight
peacefully gliding through
pale blue sky with milky white clouds
floating
The soaring heart is like a bird
winging through the skies,
unhindered by the obstacles
beneath it as it flies.
But when its hunger bids it light
upon an offered limb,
it must choose carefully and well,
and not select by whim...
for when the heart encompasses
a new love of its own,
that love becomes its sustenance
and finally, its home.
I’d grown tired of Poe’s bells, having heard them diurnally,
until the birds performed on the rooftop.
—by Poet
The Soaring of the Bells
His wings swing to and fro; sonorous tweets
On top of the roof triangle.
Lifts, he floats, off tippy-top with tolling sweets.
Church bell in expectant jangle.
Do villagers notice what a poet holds dear?
She witnesses from the right angle.
Melancholia becomes a cherubim cheer.
Two small birds, now, ding-dong like a bell.
I’ll treasure this moment as a souvenir.
I’ve heard many a steeple song; all’s not well,
But the winged couple is merry.
A spry Disney-like dance with each decibel.
The soaring of the bells, a dulcet cherry.
A feather pen, in my eye pocket I carry.
Yes!! flowers bloom, yet they wither.
their petals fall.
I'm still standing, firm and strong.
I'm still growing, rising.
I've been watered by the sweat of my mother.
watched by God, despite my inequities.
I just want to be grateful.
Look how far I've come, and I'm still soaring like an eagle.
Blossom Monyei's poetries.
Have you ever imagined the feeling
Of soaring above the clouds
Only the breeze between you and the earth
Away from the bustling crowds
With the occasional sound of the fiery blast
That keeps your airship afloat
An oh so peaceful, heavenly solitude
As you sail this celestial boat
Imagine the absolute total serenity
As you take in the breathtaking view
Corn fields that go on forever and ever
Mountains that reach for the blue
Drifting skyward on a gentle breeze
Over the clouds you soar
A feeling of serenity and inner peace
Emanates from every pore
We break the cage and rise so high,
With wings of steel, we touch the sky.
Pouring gold in the rain, we soar,
Chasing dreams forevermore.
We shatter the cage, then rise and glide,
With wings of steel, in the storm we ride.
Gold in the rain, we leave behind,
Chasing dreams that dare unwind.
A plane is soaring overhead
Against a bright blue sky.
I wonder who the people are
Who chose this day to fly?
Some relatives about to land
In time to share a meal,
On this eve before a holiday
Both somber and surreal?
Or some business folk returning home
From meetings out-of-town,
Reuniting with their families,
Looking just to settle down?
Or some tourists on a long-planned trip
To take in New York’s sights?
Or the crew and pilots, needing to
Unwind from all these flights?
I sit here in the yard, relaxed,
And gaze up in the air,
Just grateful that today I’m not
Strapped in a seat, up there.
Upon death, I’m soaring to the stars
Bearing all the hurt and the scars
Of a life I’ve suddenly left behind
Wonderful memories, many treasures to find
My spirit has left my body now
Sailing through the clouds somehow
Ascending to the great unknown
This beloved earth, I’ve now outgrown
Wedding bells have turned to rust
My body returning to the earthly crust
I long to see my wife again
She’s been gone now for almost ten
I’ve arrived at a majestic heavenly gate
A sense of belonging and timeless fate
As they open, I’m greeted by friends and kin
I can feel their light without their skin
My wife steps forward to a loving embrace
An angelic glow upon her youthful face
Together again after all these years
We rejoice in a flood of ethereal tears
souls of the lovers soaring high merged at last ~ shame on the world
Fly up high like an
Airplane in the sky; soar
To the wind glide nigh.
Hard to land the plane when building it on the fly
Yet it’s ok to keep our head in the clouds while we try
Eventually we’ll lower our landing gear from up high
But for now keep dreaming and reinventing up in the sky
Soar above storm
Conquer heights and your limits
Be like an eagle.
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