When my words are quiet
and yours are few,
we will speak
in tender glances
with a touch of hands
joining one to the other.
Kindred hearts know
every gulf can be spanned
and every gap can be bridged,
even in silence.
The stillness of our souls
reflects the depth
of my serenity in you
and yours in me;
upon life’s river,
we will always sail
together.
Form: Seadna
Mist climbs the fields of Bru na Boinne
where cattle paths grow dim;
a lone hawthorn keeps the rath
where daylight thins to rim.
Old men passing touch their caps
and leave the thorn-tree be;
for roots run deep in hollow earth
and house the hidden Si.
When Atlantic winds go wandering
across the western plain,
a flute-note floats through folding grass
like breath from elder reign.
No hearth-light burns upon the rise,
no shepherd waits the sky—
yet silver steps set dew aflame
as though a court passed by.
The hawthorn leans but will not break
though winter scours the land;
for halls lie deep beneath its roots
no mortal hand has spanned.
Mist gathers round the fairy hill
as travellers wander wide;
for none would wake the Aos Si
who breathe on the other side.
Verse 1
Epitaph for the Queen of the Night
A starlit siren, she shone so strongly bright,
The radiant, raving ruler of the night's riot
right.
Her dance a dream, her dress a diamond
delight,
Now silence seals the stage, the spotlight
still so slight.
The final fade, the curtain closes calmly,
clear,
Her music memory,missed moment, mist
most marvelous here.
Verse 2
Epitaph for the Dance Master
The king of the tounship (1) , a crazy champion came,
A body bent to beating drums, a legend's
lasting lame.
He spanned the shebeen stage, a shining
storm of movement mean,
Shebeen queens quaked and wept at the
dancing scene.
The beauties bleeding blushes, threw their
threads,
He leaped from tables,laid problems to
peaceful deads.
His rhythm's a ripple on the river.forever
flowing free.
The dance just disperses,but his beat
belongs to the ground and the sky.
1. Tounship--township,location, slum, ghetto,
For it is just another dream, that i do not wanted to sleep
Rigid past and cultural anemonies, wow that is so bad
Well, I have met this girl, after I tried to take it all
For myself ever never thought love would be a choice
Something made me swirl, for the emotions to come
For something myself never regret coming from
It was about and never from 2024, nor 25
It is about the present, something I hope would never seen
Where I cried in my pillows, the short message spanned
More weeks? More years? i do not know
I just want her near me - not obsessed for sure
But love is clear, I never wanted her time - presence commits
It may be, so something, that clearly uncommon
That this chances would come, for me to change myself
Upon the misery, the wisdom cannot help
But my heart trembles and I know it is not deaf
Give a chance - a man would wanted, or maybe more years.
Sultry ~ the days of sizzling summer heat
when wildflowers bloom in meadows and fields.
The warm embrace of sunlight never yields
and on the horizon— sea and sky meet.
I traipse across a beach of golden sand—
chasing ~waves~ where my feet playfully tread.
Hoards of hungry seagulls fly overhead~
fishing for lunch— feathered wings fully spanned!
"Love~ you'll find me each night on my porch swing,
watching the twinkling lights of fireflies dance—
recalling our summer nights of romance...
listening to songs the nightingales sing!"
Wind softly blowing through moss-draped oak trees—
magnolia scent~ wafting on Summer's breeze.
Whispers of Autumn
Whispers of wet winds on mellowing leaves
Herald coming of the autumn season,
Strip tress of their clothing, lead them to grieve
As swarms of swallows seek warmer regions.
The sky is oft spanned with gilded leaves in flight
Whirling with whispers of wild autumn winds
And coming to rest on the ground with fright
After their dance in the air with a swing.
Whispers of dry winds in autumn of life
Beckon grey hairs and wrinkles on the face,
Weather our strength as to tread we do strive
And as leaves, the ground we wish to embrace.
Whispers of autumn turn leaves yellowish
And curl human lives with season`s anguish.
Missing the romance
In twilight’s glow, where shadows dance,
I find myself in a wistful trance;
I miss the spark, the whispered word,
the tender moments, softly heard.
The days of passion, nights of fire,
when every touch was pure desire;
The stolen kisses, secret smiles,
the longing looks that spanned the miles.
The walks beneath the moonlit sky,
where every star seemed to comply;
With dreams we shared, with hearts aligned,
A romance pure, our souls entwined.
I miss the laughter, shared in bed,
the gentle words so softly said;
The way you held me, close and tight,
in the quiet hours of the night.
Now memories are all I keep,
of love that ran so strong and deep;
I yearn for days of sweet romance,
the simple joys, the loving glance.
But in my heart, the flame still glows,
A love that time cannot enclose;
I cherish every moment past,
and dream of days when love will last.
For though the distance now may grow,
and life may lead where winds may blow;
The romance lives in memories sweet,
A dance of hearts that still repeat.
Written August 5, 2024
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
Forgiven Sin’s
Written: by Miracle Man
7/27/2024
God’s justice required a payment,
for all of my wrong doing.
I was unable to satisfy my debt,
for the sin that I was accruing.
But my faith spanned the gap,
between Holy God and me.
He heard my sinners prayer,
and at that moment set me free.
For my sin debt was prepaid,
through Jesus at the cross.
He paid the ultimate price,
taking upon Himself, my dross.
Thank You Jesus!
Before Boötes’ bright Arcturus birth
or ere from abyss sprung the earth
a trip which celestial chasms spanned
in heaven’s hallowed halls was planned.
God’s Beloved Son would leave His throne
and come to earth as flesh and bone
to live and dwell with mortal man
and execute salvation’s plan.
Assailed by all the hosts of hell,
and those with whom he came to dwell.
The trials of His life were sore
as sin’s wet weight He bore.
Despised and rejected by men
He lived His life in Satan’s den.
A cruel death sent Him to hell
where clay feet go, since Adam fell.
God did not leave His soul in hell
Nor let his body rot and smell.
The third day death freed his guest
Christ rose with immortality dressed.
His Vic ‘try over death bought man,
salvation from sin’s evil plan.
We can now choose to live or die
The choices twain within us lie.
And once Christ’s work on earth was done,
God sent a host to get His Son.
The angels brought him to His throne
from earth’s dark spot to glory’s zone.
Across the room their eyes did meet
She heard the song, she felt the beat
They danced all night to rhythms sweet
It was a treat, it was a treat
She saw the passion in his eyes
Her desire she could not disguise
They shared kisses and ecstasy's prize
as heartbeats rise, as heartbeats rise
Was it love that this dance had spanned
Was it destiny's winning hand
Or was it something less than grand
A one night stand, a one night stand
1-22-2024
Form: Monotetra
I am more than mere
man I am covenant plan
energies spanned
~
abundantly graced
filled, and forgiven in space
God particles based
~
more am I mere am
spaced redeemed revive blessed
I am more than mere
1/19/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Climbing ivy draws and flowers, delight,
Agapema anon a Saturn moth.
Saturniidae family has spanned life
short, longer if bigger, three weeks--like Hoth,
blind god tricked by Loki to kill Baldr--
a mistletoe; wisdom and courage die,
so must the Agapema, its drawer,
messengers of the Afterlife, deny
us the key; wisdom and courage, again,
their family is large if e'er the chance,
a flier o'er plateaus, desert, and plain.
The landscape, south of that border; expanse.
Butterflies and life, moths and, afterlife,
naught lowlife, but pro-life; pin-up; wildlife.
From the underside of a milkweed leaf you appeared to me, oh butterfly
you spanned and metamorph before my eyes
from a tiny caterpillar to a creature full of flame.
They call you the common tiger or the wanderer, but to me
you are "The Monarch," most regal butterfly of both heaven and earth.
To Southern Mexico you will soon migrate, just when the frost begins to settle, on the northern rooftops.
Like the tiny feathered birds that quiver as the winds of change appear,
one cool September day you will whisk yourself away.
Unlike the Asters & the morning glories, late bloomers of the season,
your short life span requires you to take flight, without treason.
Come to my flower garden one more time dear Monarch,
and show me the beauty that is truly thine. (pause)
From the underside of a milkweed leaf, you appear to me, butterfly
born to seize the sky you soar and aim for warmer weather ,
who could ever ask you, why ?
Written by: Vienna Bombardieri aka Mystic Rose
On Love
---------
Love like the embodied Spirit Soul
is eternal
And the Flame of True Love can't be doused,
neither by air nor by water nor by Life spanned by Time;
For Love, like Time is eternal too ,
And once it's lit remains lit forever
beyond the lives of lovers, mortal ;
' And thus True Love is transcendental
an enormous wing spanned eagle or hawk
swoops down and carries off struggling bunny
I watch in awe
sad for the terrified bunny
but glad for eagle’s eaglets or hawklets
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