from the silent womb
tiny wavelets wandered off
to a silver flow,
casting shallow golden sparks,
deeper dark diamond shine.
to welcome valleys
hiding dancing butterflies,
seeking nectar sips,
fluttering beneath soft suns
and shadowed, blind brooding moons.
but the muse still longs
for a broad, white waterfall
spilling on the page,
roaring waves of wonder-words,
rolling into deeper minds.
How can the lover of the downtrodden have a favorite?
The dichotomy of Jesus’ choosing is like an enigmatic wavelet.
To become a jewel of Christ takes more than a confession.
One must let go of the earth to reach His heaven.
One must gain faith which requires humility of highest order.
His jewels are unafraid of life’s inevitable disorder.
And to believe that gain can come from complete loss.
Willing to tear down one’s own house and bear the cross.
Jesus’ jewels will give their last fish to another undeserving.
To fully commit to the unseen and to forgo self-serving.
Often being a downtrodden you have the edge.
Due to having little to lose when on the ledge.
Jesus often searches for His best Jewels in the dark.
Like Paul, who in the dark made his profoundest mark.
River is deep
River is wide
River flows snakelike
River has the immense wavelet
You can't cross
to meet me
who abandoned you
Don't dip your feet in the river
River becomes a waterfall
Please, don't go in
Rather sing for me with the river
"Our lives can't be one
Our love is ever one".
Where is the end of this waterway?
Where is the sing of your loveway?
Your cotton candy voice
comes on a rainbow
Becoming a waterfall song.
Waking-up with bird chirps and meow of my pet
Midst-summer heat I found the green carpet grass wet
Diamond dust dew drops were seen so serenely set
Gleaming! Glistening! Could these frail ones live long, yet?
Isn't their very birth for them, here on earth, a threat?
The morning sun wiped them clean as though drops of sweat
The rose, waving in the gentle breeze, seems to bet
A contest, with a plume looking like an aigrette,
The little spider entwining these with his net
Was pecked by a multi-colored hungry barbet
Was the huge vulture that caught the little kinglet
Ever feeling, for his rudeness, any regret...?
Parrots and love birds in cages with no outlet
Schools of fish in ponds and lakes caught in the dragnet
Crabs and snails escaping the back-flowing wavelet
Human beings roaming with the murder mindset
No animal or bird I could see free of fret
Each being seemed to enjoy the existence, yet...!
06 May 2023
Writing Challenge - 'Y 'Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
You of great beauty
charming and lovely
coquette
your eyes’ melody
plays only for me
duet
love eternally
flowing like the sea
wavelet
world whirling wildly
solidarity
well-set
two in love as one
not to be undone
sunset
Waking-up with bird chirps and meow of my pet
Midst-summer heat I found the green carpet grass wet
Diamond dust dew drops were seen so serenely set
Gleaming! Glistening! Could these frail ones live long, yet?
Isn't their very birth for them, here on earth, a threat?
The morning sun wiped them clean as though drops of sweat
The rose, waving in the gentle breeze, seems to bet
A contest, with a plume looking like an aigrette,
The little spider entwining these with his net
Was pecked by a multi-colored hungry barbet
Was the huge vulture that caught the little kinglet
Ever feeling, for his rudeness, any regret...?
Parrots and love birds in cages with no outlet
Schools of fish in ponds and lakes caught in the dragnet
Crabs and snails escaping the back-flowing wavelet
Human beings roaming with the murder mindset
No animal or bird I could see free of fret
Each being seemed to enjoy the existence, yet...!
06 May 2023
Writing Challenge - 'Y 'Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
The Shepherd asked the poetess-
Who are you?
Twinkling her eyes, the poetess
said-who am I.
Am I a breath or a death;
breeze or a storm;
am I soothed or havocked?
I am blazed and ashed.
Am I a flower or a crackling leaf;
sand or a sea;
rock or a snow?
I am a droplet and a wavelet.
Am I a mystic sky or a fog;
cloud or a smoke;
hazed or dazed?
I am a dew and blue.
Am I a moon or its shadow;
real or a fake;
peace or a mayhem?
I am resting and running.
Am I desired or scraped;
slapdash or deliberate;
gem or a junk?
I am nerdish and doltish.
O! dear shepherd
who cares and
wonders who am I?
I am a treasure of pleasure,
I am a glow and a blow,
I am tender and blender,
I am your treasured flow.
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Flocks of ducks ..
That is moving in a calculated frequency
In the milky sky .
Fumes rising from stoves of huts
Near by Cambridge river oaks,
Those that glide..
With every wavelet cold displaced.
Virgin forest fragrant with
Scents of wild thyme and Saffron.
Gray squirrels ..
Jumping joyfully and happily
On the cherry tree near the porch.
Sentimental anthem of nightingale
That leisurely romp along this evening .
Voices unrestrained and lost from half-
Sleepy "Wayndotte county lake".
Foggy windows from night's gasp.
Numbness which flows in me ,
When listens to squeak time,
While crushing and grinding in
Speeds of 70 miles per hour..
Every lust and curiosity of my imagination ,
It becomes scattered letters ,
Through my exhausted screen .
All of this scenes maybe not comparable ,
To loneliness that frighten the night..
Then scares me .
_____________________________
Swelling tide billows in with ultimate force,
insulting bronze sandy shoreline on its course.
Tossing creatures about in brine water home,
mixing, churning into a white frothy foam.
Against blue horizon velvet waters peer to merge,
illusion vanishes with every sea wavelet surge.
Eyes search far beyond azure ocean so vast,
replicates placidity recently glassed….
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
STREAM OF LIGHT – FILLED LAUGHTER
Her song is filled with sun-kissed splashes -
The river’s scintillating dancing necklace, coruscating in myriad sparkle.
Sweet light breeze blesses and washes
Each wavelet with a gem-caressed crest of clustered stars a-twinkle.
Her laugh, her dance : her life - her brilliance - flashes.
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Written 1st June 2011 by Sydney Peck for
Contest of Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Contest Name "Write Me A Rippling Stream ~~"
MYRIAD DIAMONDS
The fresh-washed charm of this stream
Is a girl in her first dress in spring,
Free to sway and laugh and sing:
Her first dance after the ice-regime.
She’s cast off dowdy winter coat;
Across the bridge light breeze's blessed
Each wavelet with a gem-caressed crest,
In flowing robes that seem to float.
Enhancing now her pure clean face,
A tiny galaxy of stars a-twinkle,
Coruscating in myriad sparkle:
The river’s scintillating dancing necklace,
Sun begifts his running daughter
With diamonds of the first water.
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