I feel the heaviness of winter is over,
snow and cold be gone until next year.
I feel Spring is here,
here in all her warming glory.
The birds are singing their little hearts out,
I am singing with them.
I feel the pretty flowers fragrance in the air,
coming from their many pretty colors.
I feel softness on my skin,
as I watch the baby bunnies scamper.
I feel lite as the cool air,
Easter is on the way.
I feel I need to rejoice,
it is a magical time of the year.
My camera can't accomplish what my mind can do,
which, even at this distance, is to picture you.
For light that once fell on my eye
stays here and now forever nigh,
since even in the darkest night,
I'm often blessed by your sweet light,
and for a hushed, eternal while,
I’m sweetly graced by your smile.
I hallow the ground, though it isn’t close,
where that splendid Lily constant grows:
sole purpose of my endless song
to know that you grow safe and strong.
And any comfort that you find
is peace and blessing to my mind.
Then, open up to the rising sun
and fold in quiet with the moon,
that I might know you happy are
and see you in a rising star
where you have ever graced the night
and given me most precious light.
Christopher M. Swan 2011
Why do I go on singing song after song?
Because the times I have been most alive in my life
are those precious moments I spend,
well, just loving you, sweet Susan,
just loving you.
Christopher M. Swan, “Song of Susan,” 2008
How is it that, come winter come spring,
in the wind and the sorrow, in the light and the dark,
when time passes and all sighs expire,
as the sun rises over all living things,
and the rivers flow into the bed of night,
while the stars splash light around the sky,
and the moon sighs over the sounding dusk,
still in every confluence of music and light,
in each footfall on the recumbent twilight,
the song of you, the song of you
unending, uninterrupted, unquenchable,
fills my heart with such precious memory
of everything and anything at all
that was ever you, that ever moved
through my life and filled my eyes:
always and forever, dear girl,
the miracle and mystery of you,
the song of love
the song of you.
Christopher M. Swan 2010
Winter will be over soon,
with a pretty spring full moon.
Birds will be singing to a musical tune,
as angelic butterflies come out of their cocoon.
In a big garden tall and straight I stand,
waiting for the flowers to bloom so it will be grand.
In this fertile land,
a lonely weed is now my new brand.
I need to watch out for the hand,
going to the trash can will be their command.
Hey there, come gather 'round,
I’ve got a story, n it's got a sound,
my page here, is where the magic's at,
so grab a seat, let’s have a chat!
With Pivotal Poetry, you can follow along,
my rhythms echo, it’s where you belong,
escape with me, let the magic unwind,
in the realm of words, expand your mind.
Pivotal Poetry, it's my voice, it's my art,
feel the rhythm, it’s a soulful start,
dancing through the stanzas, painting with my heart,
each line a brushstroke, creating my art.
In the quiet of the night, or the bright sunshine,
every word I craft is a moment divine,
sharing my thoughts, in this lyrical space,
join the journey, let’s embrace the grace.
To know me better, just listen or read,
in each twist and turn, find the stories you need,
with every cup of coffee, I find my delight,
brewing inspiration, fueling up my night.
A blend of emotions, the perfect brew,
in this poetic cafe, there's space for you too.
So grab that cup, let’s toast to the day,
with Pivotal Poetry, let’s dance, let’s play!
Hearing mother bird singing to her little birds chirping fills my heart with joy.
Rise up and communicate
rise up to love not hate
you have the power deep inside
to shine your light far and wide
Come together one and all
share the love, hear the call
the world around needs to heal
rise on up, help others deal
Rise up and recalibrate
rise on up, its not too late
you have the power deep inside
to share your love far and wide
Be the light you wish to see
clear the path for destiny
motivate don't hesitate
tell the past to close the gate
Rock bottom was hard, a real raw deal
but rise on up and take the wheel
strength in numbers helps you heal
so rise on up till love you feel
Yeh rise up and embrace the new
yeh rise up, the world needs you
plant those dreams in a row
be inspired and watch them grow
Rise Rise Rise and mesmerize
Rise Rise Rise lets energize
Rise rise rise
the world needs some healing light
yeh rise on up you'll be alright
Rise Rise Rise.
The raw madness waits in my secret garden,
where pretty flowers bloom all year long.
Where the bees and butterflies,
suck the nectar to fill their tiny tummies.
Words fill my mind and heart,
telling me what to write.
Where the red birds stop by to sing,
singing in perfect harmony.
I hear rhymes and then free verse,
as I begin to write.
As I sit here on this old wooden bench,
I have found peace.
My pen and paper join together,
they united and write as one.
Peace covers me about the past,
I have peace about the long lost years.
Thanking peace for this beautiful day,
my hand holds my pen tight.
I leave the raw madness far behind,
as I sing and write in perfect harmony.
She's magisterial material
Though she's not on a box of cereal
'Tomorrow' she's sung
Her curly locks stun
Annie Oakley (Cortez) ~ imperial
The old white wooden church,
stood tall upon a tree lined mountain.
The winding dirt road,
lead us up each Sunday morning.
The big bells would sing out loud,
calling all to come and pray.
On our wedding day once again,
the big bells would sing~I love you.
Years would pass with good and bad,
this time the big bells sing for a funereal.
I remember all the snow covered Christmas's,
we took our bright red sleigh to church.
Riding in our sleigh was so much fun,
gliding over the snow as the bells would ring out.
We would sing along to the bells,
our many favorite church songs.
We have moved far away,
oh how we miss those singing bells.
The table set
just us three
My wife, my son
and me
A masterful meal
spirits raised high
How about a song now
Let's give it a try
One tune leads to another
melodies like brothers
Forty minutes of pure gaiety
laughter, joy, a taste of harmony
The after-meal grace recited
with full-throated thanks
Next meal - six hours, guests coming
~ time to refill our tanks
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Note: The 'Festival' referred to is Sukkot,
the Jewish Fall Harvest Festival - 7 days
in Israel; 8 days elsewhere. Meals are
taken in a small, temporary outdoor booth,
often elaborately decorated. Many families
sleep in these huts as well, fulfilling the
command that every Israelite dwell in
booths for seven days. (Leviticus 23:42).
The best month is June
Flowers in the afternoon
Birds singing in tune.
Date Written:6/8/2022
Note: A Haiku Rhyme
6 Place
A HIKU PREMIER Contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I’d like to go out singing joyfully when life is o’er
Melodies of my own making in four-part harmony,
Harmonious heavenly choirs like never heard before.
White-clad angels chanting at heaven’s open door
As sweet as syrupy honey cakes in a gastronomy,
I’d like to go out singing joyfully when life is o’er.
Like the great tabernacle choirs of ancient yore,
Multitudes of singers in one ethereal ceremony
Harmonious heavenly choirs like never heard before.
Accompanied by lovely poems written in our lore
Read by the greats gathered in glorious company
I’d like to go out singing joyfully when life is o’er.
Come to think of it, could anyone ask for more?
When one’s life has been awash in gray cacophony
Harmonious heavenly choirs like never heard before.
In any case, my wounded spirit and soul shall soar
Beyond realms of personal free-willed autonomy
I’d like to go out singing joyfully when life is o’er,
Harmonious heavenly choirs like never heard before.
Written May 14, 2022
calypso freedoms
festival de carnaval
dancing in the streets
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