In a land to the east unseen by man nor beast
There lived a magical folk from the mountains
Where only love was taught and only joy was sought
And everyone drank from crystal fountains
A wee folk it is true but their hearts only grew
Till they swelled too big for their chests to contain
So they shared all their love sprinkled high from above
To help soften the wind and the rain
But all the faces below whose hearts wouldn't grow
Spent their time cursing the wind and the weather
So they put all that love on the wings of a dove
And flew high above the hills and the heather
On a nameless night, under a sky sprinkled with extinguished stars,
Thoughts trickle like oil in the engine of an old dream,
And I, a lost acrobat, sway on the thin thread of life,
Trying to grasp in my palms the essence of a world that smolders quietly.
You don't have to write to feel poetry in your veins,
It's there, in the smell of gasoline and the smoke rising to the sky,
In the eyes of the one who fills tanks with untold stories,
A poet without words, dancing among car queues and time.
I am an artist of the trapeze, not fitting into molds,
With my heart suspended between a yesterday and an uncertain tomorrow,
Each leap a long verse, each catch a moment of grace,
For between falls and flights, true poetry is born.
So, in the silence of the night, among ticking engines,
I wonder, who am I to name my art?
A trapeze artist of destiny, a dreamer in the shadow of light,
Or perhaps just a soul that knows how to breathe poetry without words.
Taking him to a garden,
She sprinkled flowers on him.
He mistook it for child’s play!
Now, she’s someone’s wife!!
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I can hear the Peace settling on our
beloved,earthly lands.
As if sifted, and sprinkled, by God’s
own precious hands.
On peaks and valleys, its joy is most
generously spread.
As we kneel in gratitude, next to our
warm, welcoming Christmas beds.
12/23/2021
Pink as the sunset high above
indigo and rose sprinkles on caramel;
Now go on take a bite;
Killing with slow acting poison
sounds like the stuff of fairytales;
Placated with sugar like arsenic
rolled into the sweetness of your skin;
Ingested with every bite , a silent mark
nothing destroy dreams of happily ever after;
Kidnapped but always were willing,
led by the promise of something more;
Eating those pink sprinkled apples
dangerous dreams to the heart speak,
appetite for those that are weak;
Pretty little smiles of innocence,
plagued by no knowledge of a true villain;
Letting their heart run away with their minds
euphoria filled such precocious eyes;
Seduced by the belief in poisoned pink apples.
Sprinkled Stardust In Her Long Flowing Hair
In bright moonlight I saw her standing there
Sprinkled stardust in her long flowing hair
She looked just like an angel to me
If only this country-boy she could see
Looking for love and a heart bold and true
And happiness, with a future with you
'neath canopy of glittering sweet stars
She would be my Venus, I her strong Mars.
Wonder what would love be without her hand
Could I truly live, could I even stand
And earth could it a greater treasure gift
Than her sight, her soft touch that so uplifts.
In bright moonlight I saw her standing there.
Sprinkled stardust in her long flowing hair.
R.J. Lindley, Nov 09 1979
Sonnet
My husband wants his ashes sprinkled
Right in Central Park.
He’s picked the spot and hopes that I
Find that specific mark.
Of course, I hope I predecease
So someone else will do it.
In that case, he’ll have my request
And hope that he hops to it.
For I would like the gardens near
The river to embrace
What’s left of me, for that would be
The perfect resting place.
Why not tossed into the water?
You may think I’m slightly dim
But although I’ll just be ashes,
I can barely even swim!
Magician Whizdo had a Vegas act
he pulled a Great Dane out of a hat.
One night the dog had the urge
he sprinkled the crowd with a surge.
Whizdo escaped town and won't be back.
The smell of green grass after rain
A silky texture was added to the moisturized air gently touching my skin
Listening to a Bossa Nova and the calming waves
Espresso with a little whipped cream
Cinnamon is sprinkled on top
My dear cat Jemima, meowed
That was her reply to my sneeze
“That music isn't your taste!
What’s the matter with you?”
Someone said over there
“Is that right? Thank you for telling me.”
He might know who I am more than me.
Salt Sprinkled
This whole thing should come to a halt;
Finally would find reason and the fault;
Dander raised;
No one praised;
Salt had been sprinkled on top of the Alt.
James Horn
After listening to latest news about
Charlotte riot and statues.
The Petal-Sprinkled Path
The petal-sprinkled path
We walked together
The lip-sharing math
In the cherry weather
We walked together
Time flew with lightning speed
In the cherry weather
Witnessed by the moss and weed
Time flew in lightning speed
We knitted the tales of lips
Witnessed by the moss and weed
Through an ocean moved the ships
We knitted the tales of lips
Amidst of ancient woodland hidden there
Through an ocean moved the ships
In a quiescence of lulls spell, time wears
Amidst of ancient woodland hidden there,
Outcropping of pleasure, around, and through
In a quiescence of lulls spell, time wears
Audience veil, ardent scents, and blush dew
Outcropping of pleasure around and through
Bring forth a curtain of rare verdant trees
Audience veil, ardent scent, and blush dew
Peering out heavens trickle summer seas
Bring forth a curtain of rare verdant trees
The lip-sharing math
Peering out heavens trickle summer seas
The petal-sprinkled path
7/7/2017
COLLABORATION with Probir Gupta
Poetry Contest: COLLABORATION CONTEST
Sponsored by: JAN ALLISON
monsoon clouds hover
over my burdens and pains
wafting breeze lilts..."fly!"
fly to your destiny -
sprinkled hopes came with the rain
03.08.2016
Silent Memories, warn of past times...
Floating expectations, reading between the lines...
Fading slowly away, losing the prints of your newborn past...
Purple flowers of ecstasy sprinkled in...
Disguise your wrath..
Mental magic tricks...
Producing schools of emotionally blind...
Am I following You? Or are You leading?..
First I see You barely up ahead..
Then I feel You close behind..
Purple flowers sprinkled in.