Women—the softer part of God’s heart,
A sacred beauty, set apart.
She feels deeply, she loves so true,
With tender strength in all she’ll do.
She weeps, she hopes, she carries care,
With quiet strength found everywhere.
A heart of love, so pure, so wide,
With gentle grace, she will not hide.
She gives so much, yet asks so little,
Lifts her loved ones through it all.
For children, family, those she holds,
A story of devotion boldly told.
From God’s own heart, she softly came,
A living flame, yet still so tame.
Unending love in all she gives—
Through her, His tender kindness lives.
Autumn is near
When nights on hours of the day do impinge
Softer are the rays of mid-day sunshine
Greenish leaves do start to pick orange tinge
Tall lupines linger low, curl down and pine
Roses slowly start to shed their petals
Lovely lavenders languish with crisp fear
Cooler air from grey clouds starts to settle
Purple pansies begin to drip sad tears
When birds flutter with less strength with reason
It`s time to hail the fall`s train which is near
Time to greet the coming Autumn season
With its splash of red saffron hues so dear.
• Name something softer than a human's lips
• Or your partner's skin against yours
• How about something much more comfy?
• Like their hands resting on your hips
Everyone really knows me
As always being loopy and light
Although I can be serious at times
Silliness always wins the fight
It's really only quite recently
My happy side has become king
I used to get quite emotional
At the tiniest little thing
Which one would I rather be
A tiny wee bit of both
The romantic side is warming
But I like my happy side most
Perhaps it's just a cover up
So my feelings don't get hurt
Joking making fun of things
As life throws me the dirt
How many people can really say
They're happy within their skin
Well I hereby make it known to all
I'm the happiest I've ever “ bin”
Morning was born, softer than the pale of dawn
Glints of sunlight gleamed from pastel skies,
In my eyes, life was a beautiful canvas
filled with wondrous hues from the palette
held in the glorious hand of the Master Artist.
November 14, 2022
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I stood there in the black of night
My gaze cast towards the sky;
O'glorious luna, so beautiful you were this Halloween
I stood there
paralyzed,
enchanted
My memories paint a cautionary tale;
one forever stained in blood
Beneath luna's pale glow, we met as vampires do
Both alive in our coffins
Feasting in the dead of night,
your eyes gleaming with trickery
I'd begun to experience the depths of your cruelty, and I saw it so vividly; flashing before me all at once.
I'd finally snapped; my sanity was under abduction
After everything we'd been through, the person I saw before me was so foreign to me, so alien..
I swore that you would change again
All I wanted from you was a friend
but you just watched me
diabolical voices echo in my ears
whispering sweet nothings
stings upon my heart
Some syllables strewn along paths in rows,
spent images cast aside where wisdom grows.
In ruffled rubble a glean glints in tones -
missed stars settled amidst sparkling stones.
Taken from "The Poem Makers" written 3/23/2020
Rithimus Divisa 4
Gregory R Barden
I feel my fingertips
pierce my skin
as i try to rip my head in half
Haves or stomach knot
Grit my teeth
until i taste clot
Oh words take my dark words to
a place of light
make the gentle softer
Lose within m l ys in elf e
Showing self that is not mine
I have to remind myself to be kind –
I wish it came more natural
Too easy to be mean with my feelings unseen
Like some ferocious animal
Dr. Jekyll could have elected
Not to turn into Mr. Hyde
It’s a matter of choice
And the softer voice
Is the one must be your guide
I have to relate to the things that I hate –
I believe that’s called “compassion”
Too easy to lie back while impulses attack
Humanity’s last bastion
Dr. Jekyll could have elected
Not to change into Mr. Hyde
It’s a matter of choice
And the softer voice
Is the one must be your guide
Maybe the ultimate goal
Is a modicum of self-control
So the dark night of the soul
Can be softer and brighter
Could you speak in a softer voice?
a
crimson
trail falling
across the plane
of ebony skies
flickers bright tones
then fades off
within
night
meadow larks melodic songs
uplift the most hardened hearts
reminding us of grandmothers
hollyhocks, and bleeding hearts
an innocent and softer time.
Everyone really knows me
As always being loopy and light
Although I can be serious at times
Silliness usually wins the fight
It's really only quite recently
My happy side has become king
I used to get quite emotional
At the tiniest little thing
Which one of 'em would I rather be
A tiny wee bit of both
The romantic side is warming
But I like my happy side most
Perhaps it's just a cover-up
So my feelings don't get hurt
Joking around, making fun of things
As life throws me some dirt
How many people can really say
They're happy within their skin
Well I hereby make it known to all
I'm the happiest I've ever been
Are the feelings soft
but the words rock hard
Turning emotion into anger
or worse
Are those wishes pure
when the ink goes down
Are the letters aligned
or off course
Are the feelings soft
but the sentences vile
When frustration takes over
your rhyme
Is the Muse trying to whisper
as you shout to the crowd….
“Step back
—nothing forced is sublime”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Softer than tenderness
your pretty face,
More white than white, of course,
your little hand,
It's far from world your walls
and native land,
It's unavoidable
your sweety bliss.
From sweety bliss, of course,
you are so sad,
And fingers these are warm,
they are so warm,
And quiet sound and tone,
speeches are unworn,
And distant eyes of yours
within my head.
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Osip Mandelstam
A softer glow from sunset's chandelier
Warm kisses on the pier of surrender
Reflections captured by lover's so clear
Romance entangles when evenings render
Silhouettes shade where the horizon meets
Timeless and breathless when passions persist
The Sea's slow metronome measures heartbeats
Inraptured kisses and a twilight's mist
To feel the soul shimmer beneath the sky
Hear the Sea lap on the poles of the pier
Find quiet realms in the calm of an eye
That silently lift whenever I'm near
The beauty of love we found by the Sea
Kept close to our heart a silent decree
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