Standards within the Heavens
Virtues with honor
Calm waters, but focused
Crystal clear inspiration
The Sun glistens with assurance
Strength enduring
Sea creations refresh through the waters
Treasures deep
Safe keeping below
Boats and swimmers enjoy the cool feel
I am the ocean being ideal
I understand being the ocean
Even the Sea Gods wonder with curious
My waves with convictions and thinking its own
What are they thinking?
Each wave having a message in being caution
Sometimes the waves can propel during a storm
Other times being calm
Through every storm
There is a lighthouse watch
The Heavens create and observe
I am the oceans with vision of horizons
Eyes seeing as far as can be focused
Angles to the shores
Being an ocean
What do you see?
Distance with possibilities beyond the seas and depth of inspiration.
Time and Moment
Bayou look
Sun glistens like a mirror
Bayou shining like a diamond
Reflection of one
Life journey
Dew that rises through the fog
The highest in expectations
From inspiration to wisdom
Stretching horizon
Bayou illustration the you
Through the Bayou Mirror of the face, eyes and mouth
Showing the possibilities of capabilities within
Ancestors that were here before me
Echoes of their voices
Years gone by
Breakthroughs yonder
Darkness that came to be and now light broadens
Time and minute have come
Shine and be counted in the Legacy
Theory with its own story
Bayou again
Understanding gained
Promise for tomorrow
Value in the Bayou eyes
The skies and wonder in wise
Here one is
Shall be
Inspiration Driven
Balanced life established
Factor and Center core.
another week passed
the sun peeks throughs
the window
thirty years since
my last run
with a creek
by my side
almost thirty-three years
since my father died
and my mother died
ten years later
would they recognize
me now
grandparents in a diner
ask where has time gone
over coffee
children play and laugh
the sun glistens
off a mirror in my loft
revealing wrinkles on my face
and all the cells in my body
are not the same as five years ago
a crimson leaf falls
and the morning calls for verse
I pick up yesterday’s poem
from the floor and read it again
before I go for a drive
seasons slip by
with a whisper
my car in back
has frost on the window
Swans float on the park pond,
serene, quiet, graceful,
sipping the clear water.
Sun glistens on trees as
scents of autumn drift with
scenes of swans to view; oh
sweet blessed October day !
waves crash against shore
sun glistens on sand granules
daily dose of beach
When after the sunrise traffic begins to roll
in the morning, Mary goes out for a stroll.
From soap water can someone she doesn’t see,
blows large bubbles that glide her past with glee.
The morning sun glistens on her blonde hair,
flashes colors on the bubbles flying in the air.
She sees them as soaring big pearls that glow,
but she knows inside they are all hollow.
The bubbles waft toward the blue sky,
until they couldn’t float up much high.
Winding slowly in cluster they come down
to touch softly her side-turned tilted crown.
Her fingers silently burst the bubbles one by one,
the sprinkle of delight she senses with great fun.
California Dawn
The scent of crushed grapes, scents the air.
Gone, the heatwave, like being crushed by an
enormous bear.
Today, the bluebirds are again on the wing.
Over this emerald state, they joyfully sing.
Newborn gratitude now overflows in my veins.
For in my heart, the Lord always lives and reigns.
An epiphany of joy doth make my spirit dance with wings.
As the sun glistens on my cherished, gleaming, wedding ring!
9/10/2022
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oars barely skim the surface
skiff glides smoothly
as if floating on the dense fog
cormorants perch on pilings
silence broken by hungry gulls
rising sun glistens water
salt air invigorates my being
memories engulf me
exquisite butterfly on a rose bloom
sun glistens his scenic wings.
appears suave to take off.
Written: September 4, 2021
Kimo Form Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Upon a landscape snowy and bright
Sun glistens in flakes along their flight
Down into a home they've never known
Guided by a resilience they've always shown
A deer bounds close and seems to hear
As my footsteps near
Briefly, it turns to look
Majestic as though from a book
All around, life sings its familiar song
Suddenly, I realizs what's been wrong
In the quest for our money
We have disrupted nature's harmony
Sun glistens with brilliance on tropical seas.
Under a palm tree we sit as a breeze
Meanders the island, and ripened on trees,
Mangoes are hanging – to pluck if we please!
Enjoying nature, we are sun’s devotees
Relaxing to beach songs, completely at ease.
Date Written: March 31, 2019
For the 'Bite Size Poem no7' Poetry Contest of Line Gauthier
Cry into the happiness,
Salty tears leave tracks in the dirt,
The sun glistens off the drops on the cheek,
Tear ducts empty onto these streets of gold.
Warming
fervid heat
sun glistens on
glorious greenery
Summer
Cooling
gentle winds
showering leaves
down from trees, colorful
Autumn
Resting
earth lies still
all nature sleeps
through bitter, barren, bleak
Winter
Burst of
energy
bright colors bloom
earth suddenly alive
with Spring
Seasons
changeable
unlike people
minds stuck, stalled, unyielding
Stubborn
Wish we
could shed leaves
or come alive
effortlessly like the
Seasons
Dreams are Angels kisses
A wet mist in the morning as the sun comes up
The leaves of the plants shimmering with anticipation of the sun
Dew drops magnifying the beauty of each single petal of a flower.
The sunbirds chirping in the bushes
Their brilliant colours like sequins glittering in the sun
Flashing here and there like a glow worm at night.
How beautifully made!
Dreams are Angels Kisses
The rolling waves before the night
The cooler air as the sun glistens and shimmers on water
The scent of the ocean as the sun kisses the sea.
A shiver down your spine.
Yes dreams are Angels Kisses
King Majestic leader of his pride,
Scans his kingdom far and wide,
With his lionesses by his side.
His mighty roar echoes over his domain,
As the sun glistens off his black mane,
All animals fear his name.
No hunter can match his skill,
Or his power and speed for a quick kill,
To provide for his pride’s fill.
No other lion can challenge him,
Others have tried time and time again,
His strength won’t let them win.
The land bows to his will,
He rules with iron claws until,
He falls to the rival he cannot kill.
This land is his family’s home,
Someday his strongest son will take his throne,
And claim the pride as his own.
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