Beauty blooms in the midst of chaos,
Unfolding petals where storms collide.
Scented flowers push through thorny bushes,
Their fragrance lingering, soft yet undenied.
A single light pierces vast darkness,
Steady and small, yet bravely bright,
Reminding every weary heart this:
Where there is a will, there is a way through the night.
So be that whispered light that gently strays,
Shying the shadows with quiet grace,
Turning stumbling blocks to stepping stones,
And making ordinary moments a warm embrace.
Imagine the humor in the grand design—
How thorns defend the rose’s hidden art,
How one small spark can realign
The heaviest burdens of a troubled heart.
In chaos, beauty finds its clever stage,
A subtle victory, never loud or grand,
Where even darkness yields to quiet rage
Of hope that blooms and takes a stand.
Hold fast, for every trial has its end,
And you, dear soul, can be the light that bends
The darkest hour toward a brighter bend—
A whispered glow the whole world comprehends.
O Poetry, how you’ve enchanted me:
Your radiant lines and epic rhymes,
Your sense of meaning, your mystery,
Unraveling in lofty tones refined
The words that set such men as I am free –
In burnished books on written pages white
You dazzle minds with wings unfolding,
And with wondrous shades of lustrous light
Unveil an essence worth beholding,
Which waits but for the moment to ignite
The flame that sets my heart on fire –
Such cosmic truths, distilled and undenied,
In beauty’s lambent robes attired
Are borne in poetry that dignifies
Its primal purpose – to inspire –
Silence, like a glass thrown up in the air
Then exploding, its shards like a nagging echo
Raining on a heart, and it's so unfair
To bleed for love that is not there... Is there,
Through this weary way of silence, I must go.
I would turn around then I would not turn around,
Your smile and glances preserved in my mind,
And in my heart, reenacting in the sweetest sound,
The dreamed embrace, the joy missed, the love undefined
Through this weary way of silence, I would find.
With my eyes abandoned of you, fixed ahead
These weary feet, to nothingness may be led
But at least now with a direction to go,
One major burial, strange, a final song in my head
Through this weary way of silence, I know.
I've seen this before, a walk of nowhere to go
But perhaps, a bluer mojo rain shall fall for me
The road free, clearer, braver, kinder and timely,
Truth undenied, fear deposed, honesty not in throe
Through this weary way of silence, you know.
Some-Velvet-Briars/ May 25, 2025/ 2:51 AM
A joyous tear
So ravishing and complete
I fall to my knees
In utter belief
The words you have written
Touch my heart undenied
Oh my sweet my Madonna
You are my life
As I gaze upon your beauty
I can’t help but believe
You are a storybook love
So ravishing and complete
You paint a picture of inspiration
Of pastel colors and dream
I think I've always loved you
I know I always will
An inkling from a moment
When time for me stood still
It happened when I saw you
'Twas beauty undenied
I couldn't get you off my mind
No matter how I tried
Perhaps I'll never have you
To love you like I would
But how those dreams about it
For me were oh so good
And maybe love had for me
No longer is in place
But thinking that you did once
Puts smiles on my face
It's been years since we walked away from each other.
Long ago, I stopped looking back because I was afraid
that I'll not see your footprints following behind me.
Each time I dared turn my head; they'd faded a bit more.
With every hesitant step I've taken, I've wondered...
have I become nothing more than a pale phantom to you.
A memory, a ghost, who disappeared from view.
Do you no longer remember me; my name did you forget?
Or have you missed me and feel grievous sorrow and regret?
Maybe by now I'm just a delusion carried along on the wind.
Traces of you will always cling to me, a scent undenied and
in tears I cried, like raindrops falling from brooding clouds.
If afternoon showers could cleanse me of loving you,
I'd call out to the thunder god for a rage-filled storm.
My heart has never forgiven me for walking away from you.
I feel it beat more quickly on those dark and dreary days
when I think I hear your footfalls catching up to me.
I dare not turn around for fear of what I would not see.
Upon a desert's silent sea of sand,
A tower stands with strength upon the land.
Its hue, a blazing red in sun's embrace,
Yet darkness hovers, casting mystic grace.
A contradiction painted 'cross the sky,
Dark clouds and sunshine vying, none comply.
The tower's shadow stretches 'long the ground,
A solitary sentinel, profound.
Desolation spreads, a barren, empty plain,
Where solitude and quietness remain.
Footprints mark a path of souls now gone,
Whispers of their stories linger on.
The sun, a golden orb in azure skies,
Its cheerful rays attempt to mesmerize.
Yet dark clouds gather, weaving tales untold,
A juxtaposition, nature's fold.
The tower's red, a poppy midst the sand,
A beacon in this arid, lifeless land.
Though clouds may mask the sun in somber shroud,
The tower's presence stands tall and proud.
In unity, the sun and darkness play,
A dance of contrasts in the sky's array.
The tower, steadfast, gazes far and wide,
Its strength against the odds, undenied.
So in this scene, where opposites unite,
The tower stands, a symbol shining bright.
Dark clouds and sun converge, then drift away,
A masterpiece of nature's night and day.
In your beautiful eyes, stars gently reside,
Sparkling embers of dreams, undenied.
Deep as oceans, with a celestial hue,
They hold mysteries, captivating and true.
They dance with grace, like the moon's gentle sway,
Enchanting all who dare to look their way.
Windows to your soul, revealing your heart,
A tapestry of emotions, a priceless art.
With every blink, they weave a magical spell,
Drawing me closer, under their enchanting spell.
Your beautiful eyes, a universe untold,
In their brilliance, my heart finds solace and gold.
What are we but relics
of time gone by
Where painful encounters
stay undenied
The wounds may scar over
but never heal
As memory is martyred
its blood congealed
New skin tries to cover
what sutures can’t hide
Each moment recovered
a falsehood decried
With strength built on pillars
of fortunes disdain
From deep in the shadows
—our essence remains
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
Find your courage, love has no fear
Apathy was our guide
Time to steal the wheel and steer
Compassion undenied
Fate not set in stone
Free will is ours to own
We reap the seeds we’ve sewn
Below as above
Find your courage love
10/24/2021
Quietus - October 2021 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
I have the touch of viking in me
The spirit of the wild and free
I am the waterfall cascading
Across all nordic kingdom
My sovereignty undenied
I render lush abundance
Assuring joy to a parched land
Pride and glory to its clan
I am the gurgling source of life
That will not ever wither
I am Lin of the winds
The goddess of the meadows
I bring forth springtime’s magic
And the song of meadowlarks
I am Lin who hails from lands of reverie
Of the many crosswinds I am Lin
Read on air by invitation ~ January 9, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: 3rd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2021
It's in the moment taken long ago
feelings that were unintended
rising in suspense to know
as every life becomes upended.
If only I could recall the scene
and these old eyes could see
those fading memories and dreams
of all that life for us was to be.
Wouldn't change a thing
not that chance first meeting
or the aftermath it should bring
when you were my everything.
We've set aside the tears
knowing one last hello is our goodbye
still laughing, sighing at the years
giving in with only our love left undenied.
Wait for me
knowing how my heart aches
for now I must let you go
this is how - a heart breaks.
One opinion that matters,
its judgment vouchsafe
Where mountains have melted,
new rivers await
The merit for others,
but truth undenied
Beyond feeling and vision
—exists only I
(The New Room: March, 2021)
While hidden deep from nature’s wrath,
waiting in disguise
Below the ground a season born,
its birthright undenied
As winter trees now bare their souls,
whose limbs reach out in pain
Tomorrow the most promised wish
—till spring comes back again
(The New Room: February, 2021)
Fly, Dragon, fly,
let Falcon lift you high,
Earth’s gravity defy,
amaze the watching eye.
Two heroes sit inside,
taking this wild ride,
can’t be contained by sky,
our big dreams cannot die,
our nature undenied,
a new frontier so wide,
fly, Dragon, fly.
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