The fair was filled with pies of every sort,
And Simon longed to taste a single slice.
Approaching the pie baker with a snort,
And begged for food without proper price.
The baker sneered, "Your coin must first suffice,
Before you bite this golden, flaky crust."
But Simon smiled and gave some odd advice:
"True wealth is found in starlight, not in dust!"
The crowded marketplace began to trust
The penniless philosopher’s strange scheme.
They threw away their wallets in disgust,
To chase after a wild, pastry baked dream.
Thus Simon ate for free while others prayed,
By selling nonsense, all his debts were paid.
Upon the windswept hills where lupines grow,
Their purple banners flutter in the sun,
Soft petals whisper secrets none may know,
Of ancient tales; battles lost and won.
The morning dew upon their stems begun
To glisten as diamonds newly cast,
While shadows play—a dance that will not last—
And time’s relentless tide must surely run.
Beneath their shade, the earth is cool and deep,
Where roots entwine the memories of spring—
A silent promise nature means to keep—
Of hope returned on gentle, gilded wing.
So, let the lupine bloom where hearts reside;
With strength and grace; violet hues abide.
Upon the edge where fading day departs,
A silver hush descends, the world grown still,
Soft shadows gather close, in gentle arts,
And wistful breezes through the hollows spill.
The golden west surrenders light’s bright thrill,
As dusky veils enfold the silent land,
Quiet longing as the heart beats at will
While stars awaken at the night’s command.
Memory drifts as grains across the sand,
Dreams emerge from twilights enchanted scheme,
Uncertain futures waiting to be planned,
As hope and fear entwine within the dream.
So stand I poised, as twilight claims its right,
To cross the threshold - on the edge of night.
The love of God is a priceless blessing
An affection mightier than fire
Empty grave; the saints, forever singing
To die for me was his greatest desire
Shall I liken Christ to any desire?
The nails and stone couldn't retain my Lord
For my sake, He was caught in the crossfire
To the very end, he upheld His word
Heavy task, His love was the binding chord
Fragile, fragile death, thy sting is over
Torn veil, slashed by the double-edged sword
Hell is vanquished, His throne is forever
Like a seedling, He sprung up from the grave
O Captain of my life; potent, and brave
With Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)
©?Poem Makers SL (31/03/24)
Trochaic Pentameter
My love's spirit's gentle like a breeze that
blows cool o'er this my brow, most hot, feverish.
I am made calm by her presence like at
times when discontent doth make one peevish.
She is children's mother never churlish,
meeting needs with day to day devotion.
Seen ne'er showing disposition surlish,
lady having no bad fractious notion.
She doth ease all banes with soothing lotion,
wipes away hurts life delights in bringing.
Problem solver, lessens my full portion.
Oh hark! Listen stranger! My heart's singing.
Gentle spirit, loving mother, my pearl.
These and more are seen in soul of my girl.
Her smile is like a wondrous day in May
when morning's glow gilds sky with golden light.
And happy singing robins lead the way
for taking care of burdens never slight.
Her smile gives me a frame of mind that's right,
there's sudden warmth of plesure deep within.
This treasure placed and buried free from sight,
heart taking note of prize without chagrin.
Her smile is like a bright new tune akin
to Sousa's martial strains for marching pace.
Then high in spirit say, let day begin
for I can brace dawn rays with happy face.
Her smile uplifts this sagging soul of mine.
Her smile doth make the living most devine.
You're startin to feel lonely, the guilt is settin in, it's changing,
you're only so strong as you portray, and now it's fading-
into a red bubbling mess, boiling, rearranging
into something new, indestructible and its paying-
for the consequences, this guilt has no sympathy for dating-
whether it's hells best friend, and heaven's clever liar
it's all about the thoughts, the ones that take the time creating-
a poisonous kiss, Snow White's apple, her curious desire-
so sudden yet expected, this obvious satire-
of a mess, a disaster, it's not only killing a fair maiden
but all of the minds involved in this strange iced fire-
one that's about to be put out, and the red apple can trade in-
for the lingering premonition, you've been regretting
cause nothing can be far worse than simply neglecting.
Mountains are immovable, defeating
Except when worn by a mustard seed faith.
Your love for me is transient, fleeting
Gone so quickly, it is more like a wraith.
You have too much love, like Henry the Eighth;
There's ennui in your arms; death in your gaze.
And she may be new, but you can't have baith.
I believe this is only a phase.
Then, you stroke her hair; wake me from this daze.
You are not a mountain, you are the sea,
Ocean waves that drown in a nightmare haze.
You could not be worn; you're water eroded me.
And though you killed me, I crawled from my grave
Saw you're a rip tide; you don't love, you lave.
Mountains are immovable, defeating
Except when worn by a mustard seed faith.
Your love for me is transient, fleeting
Gone so quickly, it is more like a wraith.
You have too much love, like Henry the Eighth;
There's ennui in your arms; death in your gaze.
And she may be new, but you can't have baith.
I believe this is only a phase.
Then, you stroke her hair; wake me from this daze.
You are not a mountain, you are the sea,
Ocean waves that drown in a nightmare haze.
You could not be worn; you're water eroded me.
And though you killed me, I crawled from my grave
Saw you're a rip tide; you don't love, you lave.
Celibacy
Buxom spouse desired of most any man
His love his life must nature wash away
Voluptuous swaying hips man’s eyes scan
His gaze into those hazel eyes doeth sway
Fleshly desires it seems always that way
Must man’s decay be of uncertain life
His children’s seed of wife he loves this day
His world is peril spent of the mind’s strife
~~~~~~~Volta~~~~~~~~~~~
Hails celibate Spirit of divine knife
Celibacy’s love returns as our Dove
By transformation’s mental sacrifice
Renewed of condition a mind of love
Triangles of love a spouse and or God
By celibate choice soul of love is shod
For and in Honor Dr Ram
And Contest: Spenserian Sonnet
At crescent moon I see Artemis smile
in eyes of blue; the laughing eyes of you.
I look at you and lose my heart awhile
as love reminds our souls we're one in two.
In you I know my dreams are coming true,
my senses lost within a flushing cheek,
the touch where lips have left a rosy hue,
my eyes have found the beauty that I seek.
And though your embrace leaves my heartbeat weak
the passion builds inside my aching soul,
and I can say the words I long to speak
to tell the world it's you who makes love whole.
O smile of Artemis, my heart disclose
my love revealed by one sweet midnight rose.
T’is the season of jolly and such fun
Ending a year and starting out brand new
Others will be looking to the long run
Uplifting many with words from a few
Celebrating the new binding like glue
Moving together with tag poetry
Pot on the stove with Epulaeryu brew
This stew is filled with great artistry
T’is is just like cosmetic dentistry
Brings a smile to celebrating faces
The time is now for a royal entry
Like playing cards with faces of aces
Hello Lynn Marie go put on your clogs
Look out the window you have just been tagged!
Comment: I was tagged by Katherine Stella. Hello Lynn, this is especially for
you. Happy New Year! Now you will have to find someone whose poetry you
enjoy to tag. NOTE: The Spenserian sonnet rhymes as follows:
ABABBCBCCDCDEE. The second four lines are linked by rhymes to the first four
and the follow four, and a couplet concludes the poem by reemphasizing the
main idea or proposing an alternative view. Isn’t this fun!!!
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