Barren white
The snowy vale
'Neath the moon tonight
A quiet pale
Flecked with shimmering ice
Dancing in beams of silver light
The cold winds blew
Snow gathered 'round a lonely yew
I watched the winter sun onward rise
A distant grove aglitter dazed my eyes
As the golden morning gave chase to cloud
That lay atop boulder and bush
A white ghostly shroud—
I listened to the snow crush
'Neath each step
As I crept
Thro' snowy silence
Ring aloud
In the coy and sudden waning hour
I saw your portrait blooming more than a flower
Soft encircling petals of daffodils
And your essence thrives along the wavy hills
Dazzled lycaenids are mistook by your grace
And swirled your smile across the cerulean space
By the litherly withering cumulus clouds
Your blush is merely been shrouds
You are rather not born with a fairest cutis
Rather the fair born from your breezeful beauties
The endless lushing meadow that it surrounds
And so your dazzling colors it bounds
Your eyes nearly winked in an hour of even and odd
Where your lips nearly whispered awakening the fairy god
The soughing gust of wind slices your silken hair
As though the daffodils swaying upto the air
The distant people waits you to rise about the shore
To melt away the shivering and the frore
You broke the dawn in earliest spring
As though the guitar struming it's string
High in the Eyrie, stone cold and stark,
Where stars peer in and walls leave a mark,
The sky is a floor and the wind is a blade,
And the edge is a whisper where brave men fade.
The stone is slanted, the door left wide,
So night may beckon and pride may slide.
Here justice hangs by a falcon’s cry,
In a cell where the floor meets the open sky.
But gaze too long at the void below,
Where clouds swirl soft and shadows grow,
And Nietzsche’s warning starts to sear—
The abyss above begins to leer.
It sees you crumble, stripped and bare,
A soul unstitched by frost and air.
What stares from down may dwell within,
And pull you out with quiet sin.
So watch your thoughts and hold your breath—
For the sky may sentence more than death.
In silence vast and justice thin,
The fall begins not out—but in.
“Look deep into nature and you’ll understand everything better.”
Albert Einstein
I stood on the sloped path near the waterfall.
Mesmerised by the sound of falling water.
All around grew green-leafed ferns,
While tall poplars and redwoods provided
Ample shade that covered the running stream.
Tall purple pickerel plants, scarlet cardinal plants,
Everything contributed to a sublime, picturesque sight.
A symphony of sounds emanated completely around.
Frogs croaked in great abundance, jumping in and out,
Of the clear stream where fish swam toward the sea.
And all around, busy bees fluttered over exotic flowers,
Where nectar provided them with such sweet nourishment.
Placed 1
R.S.V.P.
I read your note today.
You begged me to stay.
I needed to get away.
You asked for a reply.
I could only sigh.
I knew I would lie.
Tears blurred as I wrote.
My hand scribbled a note.
I didn’t want to gloat.
I knew I was right.
I wanted you out of my sight.
Because of all of your slights.
My response is in the mail.
Further pleas are to no avail.
I head out the door to ski in Vale.
Vale Paradiso
The sea life is blueness caused by monotony
Formica tables and dirty fingernails
as the ship wanders between water vales
climbing to the top of mountainous berg
and sharply falling into a foamy brew
when the storm persists, knowing a small
mishap is fatal, there is nothing one can
do, but hoping the end will be quick
In my ignorance, I look at the map that
shows the oceans, which appear to be endless
will the ship ever reach Los Angeles
I think of Vale Paradiso, this cumbersome
will not make it that far
Finally, she makes, any place will do, but
what waits are bars and whores, not
the peace longed for
At four o'clock,
Your world wakes:
My dainty array
Of a rainbow vale.
With fascination,
Every four o'clock I
Watch your opening eyes
Obey - without a fight -
The alarm clock in your mind.
Curves valleys mounds and folds
A sweeping landscape we choose to travel
And enjoy to linger for a time
Whenever we can
To us and our companion
To the High peak of satisfaction
And release mounting tension
In the pleasant valley below
A much-needed vacation
Then it's back to work
Again.
In the hush of dawn, brimming with violets,
I wandered to the wild side,
Where whisper of wind told tales,
Of secret buried deep within the heart,
Of a valley untouched, untamed,
To essense pure, a silent testimony,
To natures undying vow.
As dusk descended, shadows played,
With colors fading, yet hope remained,
For in this sacred, silent space,
The soul finds, solace and love sustains.
Each day you lived was a task
No ending just a sorrow to the last
You made a home for your family
With wife Nancy daughters Jane Arnna and son Grant so happily
But a monster intervened to destroy them
To take the Beaumont children and a parents peace did end
Your Nancy died and left you alone
To live your final years with no peace known
So finally you left this earth at 97 years
As this sad story ends in your final tears
What happened on that summers day on 26 January 66
Leaves us to wonder what happened about murderers tricks
Rest in Peace Jim Beaumont WW2 ANZAC soldier and father to the end.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Vale a Pena
A quinta-feira
é um dia para
fazer
valer a pena
acelere os passos,
faça com pouco,
mais e mais.
Acelere seus
passos, vá
além do
conhecido,
acelere seus
passos, com
uma mente
decidida
a fazer
com pouco
ou muito,
mais e mais.
Some people stand out in your thoughts
Of deeds done and strength brought
Mick Standing we remember as a friend
And a detective to uphold the right and the law to defend
He stood by members as a committee man
In the Association by popular demand
But now he has passed on in our memories
Another face gone no more to see.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Vale a pena
A vida vale a pena!
Se vale a pena viver,
vale a pena se esforçar,
se vale a pena querer,
vale a pena lutar
se vale a pena
fazer uma coisa,
vale a pena
fazer bem
mais e mais.
The Vale of Revulsion
There is a vale adjacent between the village and the hill farms
where people had given up their constant struggle with poverty
and of moved to France or the USA.
I walked into this neglected vale with my dog that usually
walked in front of me, this time she walked behind, not sure if
she should take flight or stay loyal, it was a place of fear and silence
a place where nature hated the humans and no bird thrilled.
There was no fox or rabbits here, the tree had bark that stung
I was petrified, behind bushes sensed monsters that only appear in a child´s nightmare.
My knees buckled; the temptation was to sink on my knees
and give in to terror, I walked on, and finally, we came to the main road.
I sat on a stone at the entrance of this nemesis of a future.
We walked home the dog and me, and as usual, she was in front of me, feeling unafraid of life
Vale
Se vale a pena
se vale a pena ter,
vale a pena esperar,
se vale a pena alcançar,
vale a pena lutar
se vale a pena
fazer uma coisa,
vale a pena
fazer bem
mais e mais.
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