Visualizing Poems

When Can We Meet?

When can we meet?

When can I see your face, your cheek, 
your eyes, your lips, and your smile?

I wish I could see and read your gaze
Yours, only yours. I don’t know others

Other eyes. Just yours. I am imagine
I am visualizing your incredible light

Your glittering soul from your eyes
From my suffering fantasy. Hmm

Just fantasy. About you. The life
Life. Life. Only life. Not the lives

Hmm. Say sorry to yourself. Say
Tell. To them, the fate. By yours

About. Yes. I couldn’t be a choice
Yours. I am so sorry. Never yours.

Needed to be. your choice
The dark light. Am I yours?

Can we meet? Never.
But yes. In Hell

I will wait for you soon
With a black carriage

You have no other choice
Said Lord Light, Satan

Loved you
A heart

INTO ANOTHER WORLD

While I was meditating 
Then I started visualizing 
And I saw a world 
That world seems differ
Different and far away from planet earth.

Just like astronaut 
I traveled from Earth 
To that wondrous world
Exploring without fear of the unknown 
Then I emerge 
It's a civilized world 
Not a jungle world 
A world without war,  propaganda or dictators.

In this world 
They're always ready for growth 
Love ruleth over hate
Courage over fear 
They strive and thrive together 
Very united, no apartheid 
Creativity, productivity, positivity etc
Their demonstration without hesitation.

Morning Song

My heart sings a morning song
I feel its soothing warmth
yellow sunshine drips down the dale
far and beyond

a whiff of enchanting breeze
skipping up and down the hills
whispering priestly prayers
all over the world

like clouds my soul drifts
freely among the towering cliffs
visualizing beauty so pristine
everywhere

nature cradles life with love
embracing each and everyone
singing gloriously to us
the morning song

and then my heart sings this morning song
skipping up and down the hills
far and beyond….. 


Honorable Mention
Contest Name : My Song
Sponsor : Jerry T Curtis

NIGHT MOON

Visualizing the Moon from Earth
Seeing the reflecting skies having entertainment of its own
The Moon craters are like being in a trap
Stuck with no way to get out
Distance beyond
Horizon showing preserver years away
Heart of appreciation
Wonders through the skies of sensation
One’s life, fate and realities
Capturing the moment
The how, when and beyond
Scientist often the universe doubt
But have they truly worked it out
The Universe strong in galaxy
Focus and vision aligning itself
Thinking like a Night star in twinkle
One wish at a time
Stars are the aspiration
My eyes attract
All in an instance
Days and nights deriving from past to present
Directing the target arrow of one’s inner thought
Research of some sought
Until tomorrow
Earth will always remember
The moment to sleep and slumber

Sounds like Candy

I love you
Sounds like candy
When it rolls off your tongue
So sweet
It's bound to fill my mouth
With cavities

I imagine you talking to me
I go word by word
Visualizing the eye contact
Dreaming of the way
Your voice sounds

I listen to your audio messages
Basking in the bliss
Smiling like the first time I heard them
Euphoric in the way
I can hear your smile
When you speak

I pop your words
Like sugar pills

HONORING WOMEN’S HISTORY MONTH

All Women everywhere
Believing in themselves
Achievers in courage
Determined minds
Desired attributes
Educated mission
Dedication guide
Established
Some are not famous and names acquainted
The women are contributors to society and values famous or not
Accepting challenges from opposition
Not afraid to fulfill goals
True Leaders inside and out
Wisdom, Knowledge and Understanding coming together as one
True Thinkers
Concept, Agenda and Theory all their own
Stories never told
They are any women being bold
Turning complexity into simplicity
Explanations with proven research
Key word is Values
Characteristics in Sustaining, Willing and Fulfilling
Women are always visualizing in improvements in making living better
Their abilities are what keeps them among
On this month of Women’s History Month
A time to applaud every women that has established in their own right.

Blush of the Blossoms

I cherished time walking through Cherry Blossoms,
And when it is to turn pink, it’s mind-blowing.
It’s like a pink rug situated on both sides in Kyoto,
Experiencing the Promised Land while having Cotto.
 
I love observing the farmland plowing,
The fields appreciate him by bowing.
 
I am dismayed at the strangers who see me trespass,
Imagine them complaining so fast to the gran who owes the meadow.
Envisioning her catching me while I'm passing through her swath,
She solicits me if I'm trying to display this as my path.
 
Visualizing my agitation after I get busted,
Then the old wrinkled gran will make me entrusted.
For sure assign me to babysit the offspring,
I’ve to make him feel like a king,
Oh God! I cannot envisage it!

FRIEND IN THE WIND

A friend stopped by
Refreshing breeze to the senses
Sitting alone I knew I wasn’t alone
Thoughts came to mind and was inspired
Ideas of some sort
Each and every whisk of the wind was encouraging
The skies whose clouds were wise
I was visualizing eye to eye
My mind then focused on reset
The wind alone had that effect
Friendly voices seem to echo through the breezes
All I could say was “What a relieve”
Sad at one moment and transformed into happy the next
Every look up at the sky seeing beauty that surrounded me
All I could see
The breezes and intertwine
All came together being genuine
Life in realize the breezes showed
The wind became an everlasting friend
Every breeze for all time
I was feeling and living it being a worthy gift
Fantastic thrift

thinking Antarctica

In Antarctica ice can be three miles thick
I try to fathom this but cannot grasp the trick
of visualizing a solid this deep and this slick
facts from a nonfiction book written by Rick

animals there turn bright dazzling winter white
camouflaged next to snow, they can stay out of sight
i would like to see Antarctica for myself, during daylight
i wonder if they have any kind of fierce sunlight?

The Race

The Race

Crouch at the start,
Count down, three seconds mark.
Exhale sharp with the clap,
Creating power, push to surge.

Cutting to the bend in the first lane,
Three hundred feeling the pace.
Listening to the rhythmic heaves,
Too slow?  My stride increases.

Breathing to the beat for more air,
Two hundred left, take the lead.
Never looking back, just the line,
Last lap, the bell chimes.

Rhythmic breathing, keep it tight,
Visualizing the fly, knees to height.
Three hundred, it's time to kick,
Stride lengthens, elbows stick.

With two hundred to go, I sprint, 
Breathing deep, three in, one out, flow.
Only the track ahead, body length I see,
Keeping knees high, maintaining the fight.

The last hundred, the world fades away,
Lean forward, more momentum in play.
Down the final stretch, ground's all I see,
Then suddenly, the crowd comes into view for me.

Lifted high, off the ground, a winning swing,
I can stop running now – I have won.
The stands alive, my name in their roar,
Commentator's voice rises in a shriek.

A record broken, a new peak to crown,
I go limp, faint, I am man down.

By Cathrin Stuart

Love Jones

Love jones, love jones. I’ve got a love jones for that guy.
Obsessing over him both day and night am I,
Visualizing him with me, we’re flying in the sky.
Effervescent I’d be feeling (were it true). I’d be on a high!

Jazzy music playing – we’d next be dancing slow,
Only he and I together in a sensual tango.
No one else is on my mind. Oh, I want him so!
Every little thing about him makes my fondness grow.
Sugared kisses from that sweet boy - how I wish I’d come to know.

Fun Abc Poem Number Three

lacksidasical larry leaps lovingly through the air
making mincemeat marauders truly want to care
nine nefarious nigglebuns are trying not to stare
outrageously outstandingly outrunning marathon mare

providing pristine plots to princely priestly pree
quizzing quality quails wondering why I am free
resident ruffians reaching residual responsibility
stressing strenuous starlight studies under thee

tricky trustworthy triple treats tripping up and down the bay
understanding understudy underlings trying to have their say
visualizing various viillains we often meet along the way
‘xoecting ‘xact ‘xasperating ‘xersizes to save the day
zany zigzagging zealots zipping into the fray

My Meditation

visualizing nirvana and Shangri-la
in dreams that take me away
include pink waterfalls and a floating moon
she has warm waters for swimming
with natural healing springs
my meditation intact

Hey Piano Man

Yeah you
Play me a melody that’s smooth
My heart needs music that will soothe
My mind in the senses
Sounds embraces
Racing to new heights
Moving on from a plight
It’s a lady friend I remember
We danced being loss in the music
That was once upon time
We dined and drank wine
The environment with the dazzle ball
The scene that was our song
That dance floor was where we belonged
The Piano man hit all the right notes
Those ivories had tempo of their own
There was no need to take a vote
Every dancing step was our jolt
It didn’t matter whether it was uptown or downtown
We were a couple in whatever town
Every note a sound to hear
It made our love so sincere
We kissed being our own sound track
Piano man, take me back to a time that was
I am visualizing in my mind now 
A time I will never forget
A loss being my only regret
The music is only a reminder
I was the open lock and she had the key and entered
Heart to heart
My moment in time
Forever yours
All time
Thanks for the memories piano man

Da Vinci Ponders La Scapiglata

I like to think of Leonardo da Vinci
Staring at his unfinished painting
visualizing butterflies for they represent transformation
depicting her as disheveled, thus more human

it was bold of da Vinci to select a woman as his subject
suggesting there is more to femininity than most men realize
what would he have added if he had finished?
would it be the same or better? It is fun to ponde

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