One day, a bird will fly…..
One day, a bird soaring high in the sky, will be, she, in possibility
Never to return in a neverland sky, decisive in nominative totality
One day, a bird soaring high in the sky, will be, she, in possibility
Never to return about a neverland sky, decisive in nominative totality
One day…
The mountaintop, these dense clouds , layers of piling such, and so
A sandstorm, heartbroken saga, will not be a weather forecaster to go
In evocating high,a paraphrasing try,will fall, no more than brimming
Underneath a sky, for none, too aboriginal a humming
One day, a bird will fly…..
One day, a bird soaring high in the sky, will be, she, in possibility
One day…
A flute, fading slow, out there, with an absent delight, daylight! None!
None knew why,whence none could try to find a parable, a hymn, uncomparable!
A nomadic try will never end in a dead end to bolt, wondering in zero, her lame!
Herlem , once in Jerusalem!
One day, a bird will fly…..
One day, a bird soaring high in the sky, will be, she, in possibility
Never to return about a neverland sky, decisive in nominative totality
Referenced Lyrics:
Life is a balance of holding on and letting go
Where we weighed both quality of joy and sorrow
We live, we love, we cry, we understand
Sometimes too, we ask dumbfound.
Life is a gift, that is given
Uncomparable to other essential things
The mystery of joy and the hope of love
Were once a masterpiece provided by God
But beyond these -- where mirth stops
Is the endless myth of sadness, in contrast
Came upon to justify true happiness
Achieved not in our daily frolicsome needs
Nor at every junction's beauty we perceived
But in understanding of all the things that exist
Partly, how true love is attained
Not in need of every material thing...
And partly how love is lost
Because you really choose.
Donward Bughaw
Blue Jays on a branch practicing what they sing
Lions roaming the safari proudly acting like a king
Leaves falling down, back and forth they gently swing
Listen it is Mother Nature that you are now hearing
Winter melts away and rain washed into the Spring
Two squirrels run up a tree for a little fun-time fling
The wind whips in the canyons, off the hills it pings
This beauty of our world is uncomparable to anything
Within the darkest night glowing eyes are always peering
With sounds that have their own special sort of ring
The Worlds way up high back and forth the stars they sling
So many unanswered questions the Heavens always bring
The falcon in the sky up and down it flaps each wing
Searching the field below for it's days first offering
Even sometimes the act of a kill is still a wondeful thing
So grateful to be blessed of something so awe inspiring
Written for Monorhyme Poetry Contest 05/25/18
Theme: Nature Hosted by:Shadow Hamilton
*An uncomparable bond of love*
A beautiful morning
A long tiring walk
The moment I fell down
You were there to catch me.
Every time I did a mistake
Every other day I got confused
All the time I was careless
You always stood by my side to help.
All the long fights we had
Whenever I screamed at you
You still never stopped
Because no one can love me more than you.
Whatever the condition
Every other day I got lost
All the harsh times of mine
The only hand of hope was yours.
Oh, how can I ever be thankful
Throughout my life
From the day I was born
You never did a uff to struggle for me.
The times I was alone
Never did you leave my side
Oh yes, I'm soo lucky to say
I have a father like you...
Dad... I love you...
How did you learn to smile so softly
Expressing love on your well cut lips
Can i say you are blessed with an uncomparable beauty
One good creature that is perfectly made
Yes many say non on earth is perfect
But all your imperfections are well perfected
If its love that has blinded me then its fine
Because the same love will give me a perfect sight
Can i say you are the best creature i had ever met?
No,but you the best creature that i always see
I always see you when ever i close my eyes
Thus at times i hate waking fearing to loose you
I also hate to sleep because i fear to loose you
Be it a vision be it a dream be it real.
All i know is, I always see you.
The silence
How profound it can be
Silence
Pleasant in its own way
But that same silence
Can feel demonic
And dark
That black sound
Slowliy creeping
Infesting
Filling me
With sinister thoughts
That absolute impression
Of being utterly alone
That uncomparable feeling
Of solitude
A Burden
I must overcome