We pull into a Winding Station,
Hand the Attendant our key,
Head into the Station Inn
For a snack and Earl Grey Tea.
In less than an hour,
Our machine being oiled
The tension being adjusted
And our spring tightly coiled,
I slip the motor into gear
And we are off on our way
To the next Winding Station
One hundred miles away.
At Fifty miles an hour,
A once undreamed of rate,
Along the new Travel Road
Such a joy to navigate.
We pass Steam Waggons
Pulling their heavy loads
Along the mostly parallel
Heavy goods roads.
With canals and railways
The country is connected
And once long journeys
Take far less than expected.
The Waggoner with his lad
Pulled by their great Shire
Makes the local deliveries
Always there for hire.
Can this world be bettered
Clockwork coal and steam
Let us travel at speeds that
Were once but a dream.
Categories:
undreamed of, fantasy, future, society,
Form: Rhyme
The snow is falling down,
the wind blows as I stand to bury my true love;
in tears drown.
Empty inside,
oh, my true love is gone above;
he died.
I cry,
an undreamed of,
why.
The snow is falling down,
oh, my true love is gone above;
why.
Categories:
undreamed of, dream,
Form: Rhyme
In the soul, there comes faith’s promise
Stirring hearts, singing of God’s love
I believe, no doubting Thomas
This is perfect once undreamed of
Stirring hearts, singing of God’s love
Urging dreams in those who believe
This is perfect once undreamed of
Not just foolish, I’m not naive
Urging dreams in those who believe
Life is more than just facts and things
Not just foolish, I’m not naive
There comes a time when souls grow wings
Life is more than just facts and things
We’re on a journey of joy’s light
There comes a time when souls grow wings
‘Tis endless life for those who’re right
We’re on a journey of joy’s light
From within, Jesus reminds hearts
‘Tis endless life for those who’re right
We’ll feel the music when it starts
From within, Jesus reminds hearts
Keep trusting in the amazing
We’ll feel the music when it starts
Whispering love, ever praising
Keep trusting in the amazing
I believe, no doubting Thomas
Whispering love, ever praising
In the soul, there comes faith’s promise
Categories:
undreamed of, appreciation, faith, inspirational, jesus,
Form: Pantoum
Walking home from a party one cold night,
a man approached and not word did he say:
though, he seemed harmless I did have some fright,
silently, he gave me a rose bouquet;
I was enthralled and never felt the bite !
Oh, I seemed to be in a dreamy trance,
and we were in an old graveyard eerie:
I was aware of him and took a glance,
wanting to kiss him but I was weary;
it all seemed like an arranged happenstance !
He opened the door to an ancient crypt,
down, down, deep we entered a vintage room:
then, suddenly from his strong hold I slipped,
a tomb- but I felt no doom and no gloom;
in the silence I could that water dripped !
That night he became my eternal love,
he was a vampire and still I kissed him:
I died- but did not reach heaven above,
my life with him happy and never grim;
we have an ever undreamed of truelove !
Categories:
undreamed of, death, love,
Form: Quintain (Sicilian)
L O V E
—————
Love…
Crosses walls-
Invites the vines-
Joins the harvest toil-
Stays, Faithful-
Speaks the ineffable-
Increases-
Offers its fruit-
Swells within-
Embroiders tapestries-
Will not pause-
Shall be
Caressed, with appreciation-
Bears forgiveness-
Sings-
Constantly is re-created-
By the touch of God-
Great as the division of
Dark from Light-
And, is actualized by the heart-
A seed in the soul,
An enduring source-
A force of all good-
To reap peace…
And at the last,
lasts longer
In undreamed-of ways.
———————————————
(c) sally young Eslinger 11/7/21
Thanks be to God
Categories:
undreamed of, blessing, creation, inspiration, peace,
Form: Didactic
Love enters through my eyes,a smile so shy
A frisson ,toe to toe,each touch tingles
As mystery and arousal mingles
And looks attracted, a lingering sigh.
Close together into emotions dance
Our passion pulsates,as flirtations fly
Ardour's palpatations can never die
As love engages ,on first acquaintance.
The friendship flowers,boundaries unbared
Fervour pinnacles to undreamed of heights
Love explored upon silken Summer nights
Commitment binds a future to be shared
Togetherness kindles fidelity
Igniting love into eternity
Categories:
undreamed of, love,
Form: Sonnet
In the depths of the abstruse pages
A quill transcribes fathomless thought
Feathered ideas guilelessly tethered to
Existence with a black ink onslaught
The same plume that once lifted its own maker
To heights undreamed of on the ground
Disembogues reflections of speculations
On white pages that are now confound
A blank slate now full of words
From those who have come before
leaves us to cipher fact from fiction
At the confluence of winged lure
Categories:
undreamed of, analogy, deep, metaphor, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
Oh, my Lord, it is true
as a rosebud I love You.
There has never been another.
I sing my love songs to my Brother.
O, my God, my King;
I kiss Your Face;
I touch Your Feet.
The beauty of Your Eyes at night
are the stars that Heaven lights.
The fabric of Your Gleaming Gown
holds things undreamed of and Your Crown.
You are the Eternal Bliss I see
beyond the oceans and the seas.
When I leave this world I'll send,
a silent kiss and smile to Thee.
You are in me and I am in Thee;
and we are in everything I see.
Janet Marie Bingham
Categories:
undreamed of, best friend, christian, encouraging,
Form: Rhyme
Over the fruitful forests, I saw the trees
I hoofed over sleet, slush, ice, rain n' snow
On my any which way journeys
Wandering kookily at the yearn of heaven's glow
I bear on my back a bodily spirit flow
Whilst traveling in tracks undreamed of
In vasty wind depth visits, so
To kiss the creator's old sod of soil ruff
Many I saw, rip current ocean shores
Sunny and clear, potshot rain sprees
Great stones and rock on steepy cliff floors
Umpteen alpine in the deep forest trees
More than that, wild geese in clean blue air
In elevation over n' under
Heading home across the landscape fair
Hasteningly, avoiding hunter and thunder
In all my travels, I found no answers. Only wonder!
Categories:
undreamed of, travel,
Form: Free verse
DUST UPON THE STAIR
My life careers on so fast, the years and people fly by to who knows where,
times I had have been the best so I'll remember them but forget the bad.
Isn’t that the way we live our lives? Always wanting to remember the good but not the bad.
My music still sounds the same, bringing haunting memories back that I thought had been lost forever. I think of them with a chill down my spine.
They’re like dust upon the stair, undisturbed except by a solitary footprint.
Whose is it? It isn’t mine, only the ghosts know, they glide through my mind in long forgotten memories taking me to a reverie almost undreamed of in my normal state of mind.
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Categories:
undreamed of, angst, anxiety, beautiful, gothic,
Form: Verse
DREAMS OF THE DEATH OF LOVE
When a dream meets reality does love die?
When I dream of your caress I fly
Through the night so far above,
Pleasures undreamed of
Found in your
Love.
Nevermore
To kiss my sweet dove,
Gone the Laughter I belove.
Cold earth blankets your silent goodbye.
When a dream meets reality does love die?
Written 17/02/15
For Andrea Dietrich’s contest “An invented form”
Name for This form “hourglass”
Categories:
undreamed of, death, dream, love,
Form: Rhyme
I wander in the nature’s green, trees in rows the birds preen
Like a gem glimmers the morning dew, with a precious diamond’s hue
And flowers bloom as I gaze anew, eggs hatch to welcome lives in queue
I can smell the wondrous earth, the distant flow of water in mirth
It’s a new dawn another day thereof, wherein I sense his breath of love.
As I prod on the old man smiles, he delivers milk by cycling miles
Passing the farmers sweet abode, the cry of new life reaches the road
A child wails by the neighbour’s door, with a sweet candy her eyes adore
Roaming the street is a hound grown, pups trailing behind unknown
A jocund street undreamed of, wherein I sense his breath of love.
My dearest rush out sighting me afar, without whom my life is a war
The tiny tots in their cradles lie, as we sing a lullaby
This is the world I am part of, wherein I sense his breath of love.
© (4 Feb '15)
* Honourable mention in the contest 'Enter a poem #1' by Poet Destroyer
Categories:
undreamed of, blessing, family, life, love,
Form: Rhyme
From the glow of my skin you could see the white doves.
I seduce women yet cant deal with myself as a man something
undreamed of.
I'm tired of seeing what i cant change.
Its not that life is too short,its too long dealing with different souls and their range.
Give me a few billion dollars and ill give you my glow.
Ill take my life to give them freedom after all things haven't changed in this plateau.
Its simple enough to say I'm right, it brought me here
after I thought about dying tonight.
Confused I wasn't while I was,
a child has more than hands of time
could i ever be wrong
doing wrong with a kings intentions
being kept alive to know the difference today.
Categories:
undreamed of, death, fear, life, me,
Form: I do not know?
Next month, March, our young love will be alive
For one-half century plus two years; our love
Has stood through test which cause most to crash dive.
Our paths have gone to places undreamed of
Paths that we would not have traveled
One not very beaten down or worn path
Many of these journeys, we would have canceled
And would have left really fast.
God had a plan to weave us together
Creating unusual tapestry
On those grassy paths storms we have weathered
Drawing closer, love lasting, ancientry
Young love when first begun, hope, excitement
Half-century together love's acknowledgement
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest: 4 forms, 4 themes
My choice: Sonnet, Lasting Love
Date: Monday, January 23, 2012
Categories:
undreamed of, love, love,
Form: Sonnet
A hot steamy, winter day.
Made two hateful lovers stray.
For together they were apart.
But, apart they lived with dead hearts.
They were visible by the fade.
With a final blow, they forever killed.
The contained blood, spilled.
They hated to love.
They admitted this was undreamed of.
Together they emptied a cup by getting it filled.
Because they were only attracted by pushing away.
Those two hateful lovers did stray.
By looking the other away they faced each other.
They choose to love than hate the rather.
So they both lived to kill today.
Categories:
undreamed of, devotion, passion
Form: Limerick
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