The garden of love
Hearts that grow from nothing
Is it possible ?
Silver light has woven my dreams
At the sight of beauty
Life is power and breath
Laughin’, spinnin’, swingin’ all day
Chasing butterflies and bees
Oh, I love the silence that so many want to break
Unplumbed and infinity gently to my eyes and ears
Lead me to purity - something ethereal
Dalmation bellflowers express my delight
Breathed its oxygen, it felt so sweet and pure
Everything and forever, the garden is created for us
29/08/2019
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3. This All Could Be
Poem of the Day 30/08/2019
2nd place in the contest
Raven
He riffled through his thoughts erecting a wall;
black eyes from unplumbed depth of shifting sea.
Gray as gray, as the raven mocks and pin
with a withering look a prostrate pawn.
Impotent to think of anything at all
other than him on this ghostly bleak night.
His breath a combustion of nightmares
a roar of extreme death fear and horror,
suspend or expel like a reservoir.
The sounds, smells, and sights of a brittle star
and fierce with the passing of time.
His thoughts often turned an engorged raven in silent ire.
3/29/2018
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He towers as tall as the tallest tree,
wide as the lateral branches extend,
black eyes from unplumbed depth of shifting sea.
His breath, fire behind clouds strength to suspend
or expel like a dragon's reservoir.
He has saved from centuries in his heart
the sounds, smells, and sights of a brittle star,
burning red flames, hot, and fierce from the start.
Souls evaporated in silent scorn.
A sorrow severing they're only cord,
it'd crumbled into dust the years stillborn.
They had fallen apart, all shame ignored.
A seve breath beneath the vault of heaven,
adoration would have to be given.
3/20/2018
To only achieve one’s aim is surely
A deficient definition
Success is a simple word
With unplumbed depths
It raises unanswered questions
Of what and why and how
Is this a noble quest at all?
Why fret about success?
I’m left wandering in the wilderness
Wondering about motive
Maybe if I allow love to lead
And tread this preferred path
Then questions about success
Will best be answered
By the those
Who need not ask
Today, just we, just you and me
no others on this earth to see
did feel and breathe and taste and know
each here and there of each of us
and so
we did become that simplest most unplumbed of sums.
One
plus one
makes one.
And though,
our unity's far greater than the gathering of our parts,
we have just begun.
In the unplumbed depths
of whales’ deep-held breaths
a singular shaft
fired with force from the aft
twists to it end.
Deep in the dark
where reality lies stark
a flittering thought
lies unexposed, distraught
awaiting the penetrating insight.
A sweet broad smile, a million tears behind,
Aching heart invisible, so is the distressed mind,
Disgust and repulsion, the soul is shuddered,
Repose follows a burst out, tears on the wind !
Priceless pearls rolled down rosy cheeks,
Lost in unplumbed depths of the seas,
Sobbing heart, any ocean could swell,
Legendary monsters certainly can dwell !
Betrayed passion, depressed, heave a sigh,
Tranquilize belligerent fire, blazing so high,
Unfeigned feelings why not boldly express,
Why end up precious life in grief and oppress ?
Believe in yourself , to the soul's survive,
Sinking beats thump and the heart will revive,
Liberate your hostile mind of a constant grind,
Let emotions cool down with tears on the wind !
Written on 1/6/14
Contest- tears on the wind
Sponsor Gail angel Doyle
Birth of A Poem
What can be done with these pedestrian morsels?
I have tasted unformed clay before.
Phrases plead to be thrown into
the redeeming realm of manifestation.
Pushing to be metaphoric,
they will arise and come to me.
From some unplumbed soliloquy.
Kathryn Collins
February 25, 2014
They’ve hauled me into the parlour,
secure in terracotta packed with soil,
to sit awhile before my ritual humiliation.
Soon I will be baubled,
showy, gaudy, tinselled –
the court jester who will keep them
smiling through their feast –
and burdened with things that dangle,
like a tart’s cheap earrings,
and those little wooden reindeer,
hand-painted, made in Korea.
But for now they seem
to contemplate my noble nakedness,
their eyes detained by something
unplumbed in their reality;
and they are silenced, for just an instant,
by a notion, perhaps, of distant green,
a timeless forest that impinges
on the periphery of their awareness,
seeing me as I would remain,
could they but permit
such an insult to their tradition.
Beautiful words uttered softly to me
Equal the elegant cerulean sea
In loveliness and tranquility
The point of turning sees the tide flow back in time
To places of the heart, yet, unexplored
And depths unplumbed, desires ignored
When cold as deepest sea, frozen as farthest North
Chilled to darkest depths within the vast emptiness
Of this icy prison of a soul
Yet inspiration comes to crack the outer cage
Seeps through that tortured soul, washes from the heart its rage
Replacing hate with kindness and unexpected love
Brings forth renewing courage
From lowest realms to heights above
A very long, cold Winter ends
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