A thousand stars twinkled all at once
A thousand more twinkled in refrain
Swaying palms danced to a gentle breeze
As waves rushed to shore with a melodic strain
The harvest moon flashed a golden smile
As summer memories go sailing by
While the heavens glow in splendid style
As the the autumn wind sighs
I once was unlovable, till Gods love touched me,
as His truths, opened my eyes, now I can see.
Who can I not love, with the love God has give,
now I give life to others, so they can also live.
As I seek the truths, of who I am, you see,
I had to face the ways, that I came to be.
I am no stranger, to the darkness that lurked inside,
but now in the truth, daily I abide.
To love others as I love myself, you see,
to forgive them as God has forgiven me.
To walk and do those things I say,
in the Spirit of Goodness, each and every day.
For truly, in a moment in the twinkling of an eye, you will see,
the truth of thoughts, feelings and emotions just what they truly be.
A child wishing upon the nightly stars.
What a bright star way over there,
another one twinkling just like a diamond.
I want all of them to hold,
one by one I make my bracelet.
What a bracelet of stars to behold.
Barefoot Beneath the Twinkling Stars
Kevin Davis, 2024
Dusk slipped into darkness without a moon,
Children played on, though they’d be called in soon.
Hide-and-seek forgotten, feet flashed through the green,
Chasing fireflies and dandelions tucked in between.
Laughter rippled softly through the honeyed summer breeze
As stars blinked awake in the rustle of the trees.
Their giggles rose with secrets shared beneath the velvet sky,
Moments of magic as the night’s curtain drifted by.
Barefoot adventures—the night was their friend,
Wishing that twilight would never quite end.
In the glow of the streetlight, shadows shimmered and danced,
Each youngster wandering deep in a summertime trance.
The world felt so big, yet cozy and small,
Wrapped in the night’s gentle, comforting sprawl.
Memories born in that soft evening light
Would be treasured forever in the hush of the night.
Barefoot beneath the twinkling stars overhead,
Wonder still sparkled in each child as they fled.
No one was ready for the end of their play,
But their mother’s soft call drew the magic away.
“Time to come in,” she called, “and get ready for bed.”
Barefoot Beneath the Twinkling Stars
Kevin Davis, 2024
Dusk slipped into darkness without a moon,
Children played on, though they’d be called in soon.
Hide-and-seek forgotten, feet flashed through the green,
Chasing fireflies and dandelions tucked in between.
Laughter rippled softly through the honeyed summer breeze
As stars blinked awake in the rustle of the trees.
Their giggles rose with secrets shared beneath the velvet sky,
Moments of magic as the night’s curtain drifted by.
Barefoot adventures—the night was their friend,
Wishing that twilight would never quite end.
In the glow of the streetlight, shadows shimmered and danced,
Each youngster wandering deep in a summertime trance.
The world felt so big, yet cozy and small,
Wrapped in the night’s gentle, comforting sprawl.
Memories born in that soft evening light
Would be treasured forever in the hush of the night.
Barefoot beneath the twinkling stars overhead,
Wonder still sparkled in each child as they fled.
No one was ready for the end of their play,
But their mother’s soft call drew the magic away.
“Time to come in,” she called, “and get ready for bed.”
Stars
So bright
Twinkling, shining, smiling,
Heart dazzled by beauty,
Night.
He dims the light
for a mystic boe
to enter in glory
gently panting
and pawing
the crystalised earth.
Slowly he kneels
with the majestic beast
before a smiling babe.
Star
Shining smartly in the soft night,
Twinkling with an outlying light
All across the shadowy sky,
Radiates beauty to the eye.
Bright twinkling star of the night,
you validate that we have sight.
From Source you shine on every land,
It’s the Source that created man.
Just as your light keeps on burning,
Source gives man a mind discerning.
A mind that also keeps on learning,
sharing truth to feed our yearning.
Is it possible we are light?
Will the Source give us an insight?
Blink just twice to say I’m right,
Bright twinkling star of the night.
A tree twinkles one summer night
Fireflies turn on the evening light
Without sorrows, without wrinkles
One summer night, a tree twinkles
The flashes rule the dark shadows
Without wrinkles, without sorrows
Delightful view, distant from fuel
The dark shadows, the flashes rule
In gentle air, away from blue
Distant from fuel, delightful view
These bugs display lightning fun flare
Away from blue in gentle air
Lightweight lanterns, near quiet quay
Lightning fun flare, these bugs display
Spark ignited as mangrove burns
Near quiet quay, lightweight lanterns
By my garden gate, I pick, for her, one rose -
and mutter, "what will two shy eyes disclose?
If, like light and shadow, they're three times, blinking,
I'll not go to earth's four corners for an inkling,
or five star points, to fetch a jewel, twinkling,
or catch six snowflake-sides-a-sprinkling.
At the seven-colored rainbow's end, will her nose be wrinkling?"
summer red sunsets
faded with the blue ocean
hug a starry night
above dark waters
the stars' optimal moment
attract watching eyes
~best twinkling instants~
a reverie to be kept
when grey winter shows
Written: April 06, 2024
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Dandelion, damselfly, do you pray.
What sort of topics do you often display?
A lovely wind blows, oh sweet breeze.
A twinkling star, if you so desire to ease.
Put a halt to each anxiety and strain.
Beyond the expanse of unobstructed stain,
Watch delicate petals as they float away.
Be mindful, in a spirit of humility sway.
As recollections of aesthetic days emerge,
Amid an ambiguous disguise may surge.
Utterances were composed with confidence.
A thoroughly accomplished yarn providence.
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
how I wonder what you are.
Does it wear a diamond mask,
bemused, my sister I ask.
Looking up, she tells me,
in its shine the smile we see,
mother flashes for us from far,
she twinkles in heaven as a star.
Last trumpet message
Is cleansing and warning sign
Prepare for besiege.
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