Clearest, sunniest
Of springly fresh views
For what enhances its glamour
Pales, a mist, before.
As thickly, we, this eve
Wrapped in disappear
And step by step, make more lost
As Love's eyed hold can
Lamped and bridged Parisian
That strode! More and more!
Skies, the sunniest
Of dispositions
As far relating, run from.
Tempestuous ones.
Dark, brooding. When whoosh!
All in fright shake through.
And I, when not just in part
Their storm-force, sound do?
The sunniest mornings,
the most contemplative afternoons,
the most starry nights,
conveys my soul,
guides me through life...!
On this sunniest clear day of a lovely afternoon,
I just seen a dog riding in a car barking at a raccoon,
All while I am feeling absolutely over the moon.
Peace, I know the Peacespeaker;
Everyone I know knows His name.
And when the sun stays shining bright,
Calm and tranquility prevail.
Every time the storm clouds gather,
Simply by saying, "Peace, be still,"
Peace will be restored by His will.
Evoked, both rain and wind obey.
And should such storm clouds come your way,
Kneel and praise the Peacespeaker.
Even on the sunniest days,
Reaching out to Him calms my heart.
ancient oak with hapless owl
longs to shed his bark and fly
into the sunniest day
young and wisdom free
I saw God and now what do I do
Does he visit many or just a few
I have many questions about our chat
About being God and where he's at
He came to me on the sunniest day
It was just perfect in every way
It was still and silent, calm and surreal
A special place it just had that feel
God broke the silence what a voice
That listening to it, was not a choice
He asked me, yes he was a man
He sounded like Frank from the burger van
His question was odd, he ask if I knew
After seeing God then what do you do
I replied before thinking, always unwise
I said I would tweet it and advertise
Spreading the news of our little chat
Living in peace without need for combat
Tolerance, friendship two simple rules
Act on it now, start teaching it in schools
Trust is not easy with bad folks around
It's just an evil few that's what I found
So let's build those bridges and pray
That the word will spread to all one day.
My shadow lurks around me, in the gloom it hides,
From dawn to dusk, it walks by my side.
In the moonlit nights, it dances and plays,
A faithful companion, throughout all my days.
Whether I like it or not, it's always near,
A silhouette following, devoid of fear.
In sunlight or rain, through joy or in strife,
My shadow's a constant, in this dance of life.
I cannot escape my shadow, it clings without a doubt,
Wherever I may wander, it is always about.
On my shoulders it rests, a burden hard to bear,
A weightless presence, yet heavy with despair.
It leaps with joy when happiness finds my soul,
But droops its head when sadness takes its toll.
Though light as air, I carry it like lead,
A constant companion, as if by fate it is bred.
In moments of deep sorrow, it disappears from sight,
Even on the sunniest days, hidden from the light.
Yet it follows me calmly, consoling day by day,
Absorbing tears of anguish, easing pain's display.
In bright moonlit nights, as my beloved and I stroll,
Our shadows intertwine, reflecting unity's role.
But in the darkened hours, when discord takes its stand,
Our shadows seem to scatter, disunity at hand.
A single star to me
Reminds me of all the darkness
That surrounds it to try and take it's glow
I can see I once blended in amongst
In the darkness where my eyes were shut
When God opens our eyes
We look up and see the few stars
That are a light to a dark world
For many it's hard to see they are a light
Because there is all darkness surrounding them
But when you look up at the stars
Remember you are one of those lights
And there are others out there
In this same fight to reveal the love of God
There will be cloudy and stormy days
But those stars are certain to reappear
For they have been placed there and given strength
Then when I look at the moon I see a great light
That all these stars resemble
To seek to shine there light as that one
But remembers this is where they received
There lil glow to come out of the darkness
That one day there will be no more darkness
For all will be as the sunniest day
No clouds are gray skies to block behind
When all truth shall be revealed
Enjoy your night out my friends. : )
Dogged In the pursuit of truth
Science writes text with bone dead words
Worse parched than extra dry vermouth
Oft as tasty as rancid curds.
Keeping terms tight as verbal shields
Description is the task of prose,
The draft horse of the science fields,
That ploughs grounds where ignorance grows.
It plants the seeds of truth in rows
Which may produce some bitter yields.
I seek to learn what is real
But much prefer what I can feel.
The sun, I read, moves in ellipse
Joining earth and moon in eclipse.
Dry equations scribe orbits hips
But lack the power of poets’ lips.
I feel things of meaning to me
In robust words of poetry.
Free of parallax’ precision
Of syzygy and equation.
The sun plunges to nightly swim
Bathing deep in a crimson sea
Fringed by cumulous atoll rim
As starry friends gaze silently
Watching through the dark veil of night
Until sun splashes up the dawn
Raising up night’s curtain to light
As friends fade out without a yawn.
Give me wine, give me poetry
and a hug to shake off these blues;
give me the sunniest and bluest sky:
give me glimpses of an unstressed tomorrow...
without masked faces that cry behind them!
Breathing freely means absolute freedom,
but the loss of it imposes a new norm;
what can distract people from forgetting death,
and stare at the solemn preacher who must harrow
dying souls for their destination of fire or bliss?
What can cheer up folks and make them laugh?
I'm preparing for my departure, lest fate is gracious:
let the laborious life I lived be an example of boldness,
I've held onto my beliefs, I carried no animosity or envy:
all I had was from God, not from the hands of charity!
Give me earthly delights, give me soothing music,
my assigned time could be nearer than I expect:
I have no throne, no crown, no riches in my treasured chest;
I'll leave as naked as I came...humbleness has never left:
how calm must be the exodus from life into death...
without groans, without moans; and with an exemption from debt!
I'll render this transaction to the Almighty with easiness...
no resistance to prevent what He desires: His wish is too intrinsic!
Haven't got time for those cynical people
They're never gonna drag me down
Life's too short for whining and complaining
In their own negativity they drown
For twenty-four seven it's non-stop paranoia
Can't imagine living that way
On the sunniest day their sun doesn't shine
I rather spend time making hay
Suspecting the government's watching us
Taping us each time we pee
Had no idea things had gotten that serious
Why such interest in little old me
Well I'm just gonna go on my merry old way
More important things on my mind
Like feeding Dufus and my Persian cat Lily
A good way to stay sane I find
Haven't got time for those cynical people
There's exciting stuff to explore
This friendly old planet is beckoning me
So I'm off to open more doors
Hey, unwelcome monotony...
my moods are darker than the Squawk's melody;
all the swans have deserted the nearby pond...
will another thunder shake trees and ground,
making the rest of the huddled geese in grief
flee to a calmer and more peaceful reef?
Do I want to weep as trees do hearing flowers complain...
remembering the lulling breeze of the sunniest day?
Do I wish to bring back each joy lost to the boring rain?
Nothing is lovely behind this window so foggy and deary!
Hey, unwelcome monotony
don't be more unbearable than loneliness;
clouds bring rain and with them drabness,
can anyone find inspiration in insipid beauty?
Do I dream of valleys beneath mountains,
put up a tent and watch with starry eyes a twinkling sky;
lest I fall asleep and miss shouting stars...
those stars that never collide with hearts
that remain faithful to themselves and others?
Will they ever be betrayed by promises that have run dry?
A rainy day spent with the grandkids
Beats the sunniest day on a cruise.
You can never explain
Just how much you can gain
Without seeming to over-enthuse.
It’s a joy I feel privileged to sample,
Knowing others don’t share in my luck
But if you can relate
You know there’s no debate
That it’s much more than gold we have struck.
As they grow there are brand-new horizons
While we witness their minds stretch and thrive,
So we soak up the bliss
Never quick to dismiss
How their lives help our spirits revive.
shallow wallowing
'til the sunniest spring day. . .
a tidal flooding
Feb 24, 2020 for Maureen McGreavy's She Inspires Series - Lm Poetry Contest
Quote: : "Reality is something you rise above." -Liza Minelli
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