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With Love for You

Sun flow progressed from east to west,
   with rays of light, the day is blessed.
         Like suns imbue, rays beaming through,
      my heart still shines with love for you.

Sun rays presume that flowers bloom,
   and fill the air with sweet perfume.
        Like flowers hue of red and blue,
      my heart still blooms with love for you.

The charmed mystique of forest creek
   that trickles down a mountain’s cheek.
         Like streamlets spew their water through,
      my heart still flows with love for you.

From Moon’s soft glow, the moonbeams flow, 
   and light the darkness down below.
         Like moonbeams strew the silvery hue,
      my heart still glows with love for you.

A candle’s light glows in the night
   as shadows dance with calm delight.
         Like flames that grew with heat on cue,
      my heart still burns with love for you.


August 24, 2019

Poem of the Day - August 25, 2019

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As Daylight Turns to Dusk

As afternoon fades and the shadows grow longer daylight turns to dusk As daytime slowly comes to end, and twilight spreads across the sky; the stars in heavens thus ascend. As daytime slowly comes to end, the birds in trees the night to spend, for in the darkness do not fly; as daytime slowly comes to end, and twilight spreads across the sky. After the sun sets and darkness blankets the land lovers start to play Please kiss me when the sun has set, and darkness overtakes the land, and daily chores have all been met. Please kiss me when the sun has set; make this a night to ne’er forget; all night fulfill our love’s demand. Please kiss me when the sun has set, and darkness overtakes the land. As darkness arrives lovers cling to each other love the night away
February 22, 2018 Poem of the Day - February 24, 2018

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Sadly Musing Life and Love

I sit alone as evening claims the day,
with common crow my only confidant.
I watch the sun sink slowly in the bay
while musing life and love so nonchalant.

As night descends upon my humble soul,
my furtive feelings ponder kinship lost.
I’m missing precious love that makes me whole;
my dearest darling gone at such a cost.

And woe I say, why did she go away,
and leave my heavy heart in agony;
behind, my shallow spirit here to stay;
she cast our love away so damnably.

Alas, I rue thee, my ascetic life,
and long to lance my heart with wretched knife.


January 17, 2018
Poem of the Day - January 18, 2018



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Love Waits Patiently

                                                            Love waits,
                                                                 patiently,
                                    for those who dare to dream,
                       and envision what their future can be
                 while waiting for their spirit to be set free.
              Suspended between sunray and moonbeam,
                                                      time stands still,                  
                                 as they anticipate nature’s will
                                                                together,
                                                  -forever-
                                      together,
                                      as they anticipate nature’s will,
                                      time stands still,
                                      suspended between sunray and moonbeam.
                                      While waiting for their spirit to be set free,
                                      and envision what their future can be, 
                                      for those who dare to dream,
                                      patiently,
                                      love waits.


August 27, 2018

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The Little Owl and the Wolf

A snowy owl sat on her nest
   while tending to her brood;
her mate flew out upon a quest 
   to gather up their food.
An old grey wolf then soon appeared
   who wandered in the dark.
To owl he said, “Don’t be afeared
   my noise is just a bark.”
To him she said, “How sweet your face, 
   I’m sure you mean no harm,
and surely heart is full of grace;
   no need to be alarmed.
Please sit and visit us a while;
   I’ll share with you my time.”
To her he said, with gentle smile,
  “Please share with me your rhymes.”
And so this friendly bond was sealed
   between unlikely pair,
the old grey wolf, his friendship yield,
   and wise young owl so fair.

And so the moral of this tale
   I offer you today,
to you one day might be avail
   when stranger comes your way…

“Don’t be alarmed of those unknown,
   who fate, to you may send,
that wander in the night alone;
   they might turn out a friend.”


January 29, 2019
Poem of the Day - January 31, 2019


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The Sea of Love

The ebb and flow that comes and goes
      with ocean’s deep emotion shows
   that hearts, like knaves, become her slaves
         beneath the undulating waves.

Excitement grows as hearts expose
      amid the tempting tide’s repose;
   surf’s breaking roar laps on their shore;
         hearts enter through her luring door.

The ocean knows, as passion grows,
      the secrets that they don’t disclose;
   these hearts on fire with wild desire,
         waves pounding as their needs require.

The ebb and flow still comes and goes
      while sea of love, these hearts, depose,
   and lust’s decree will always be 
         a product of this stormy sea.


November 7, 2019

Poem of the Day - November 9, 2019


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One Step Away From Eternity

Alas, I stand atop this mountain crest,
and gaze upon the valley down below;
the graveyard where your body lays at rest,
sits in the center shadowed by plateau.

My sad heart aches with every breath I take;
I wonder why I’m made to bear this bane,
and live a life that’s cruel and opaque,
while trying hard my teardrops to restrain.

This awful illness claimed your life so soon,
while you and I were living in our prime;
the heavens haled you, leaving my life strewn
across this wasteland, sadly out of rhyme.

‘Tis but a step across this steep degree,
and I will join you in eternity.



July 20, 2018


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The Dark Side of October

The Dark Side of October

Late October moon is waking, through this cemetery shaking,
shaking as the cold wind breaking, walking ‘neath an old oak tree.
Stones like sentries undertaking, guarding graves as hearts are aching,
aching for the still ones staking, such an eerie sight to see –
dark and dreary, I’m so leery, such an eerie sight to see –
     is this but a reverie?

In the graveyard shadows shimmer, dark of night is growing dimmer,
dimmer still without a glimmer, shadows ‘round the old oak tree.
Shadows dancing ever nearer, nearer still and getting clearer,
clearer like distorted mirror, twisting ghastly sight to see –
growing vastly, looming lastly, such a ghastly sight to see –
     certainly a reverie?

Piercing sounds are penetrating, ear drums deafening pulsating,
ringing louder, devastating, echoes off the old oak tree.
Echoes bouncing screeching grating, ever louder agitating,
instigating, fears creating, from this ghoulish sight to see –
Am I mulish, maybe foolish, such a ghoulish sight to see –
     surely just a reverie?

In the dark my head is spinning, round and round these sights imprinting,
fusing on my brain beginning, questioning my sanity.
All these sights and sounds are weighing, weighing as the ghouls are playing
playing as they do their preying, preying on my vanity –
I am praying, ghouls are swaying, preying on my vanity –
     have I lost my sanity?

Eerie night just seems persisting, lasting as my mind is twisting,
waiting for daylight’s assisting, lighting up the old oak tree.
Eerie sights and sounds now fading, dark of night for daylight trading,
light of day is now invading, leaving me to clearly see –
seeing nearly, life so dearly, oh so clearly now I see –
     must have been a reverie….. 
         or have I lost my sanity?



July 26, 2018

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The Butterfly Nebula

What yonder lies in distant sky, and looks like lovely butterfly? A cloud of gas that iodized whose blazing beauty mesmerized. Throughout the universe serene, in Scorpius she can be seen, this nebula of orange and green, the stellar pride of heaven’s preen. These particles that crystalized, with nature’s beauty harmonized; this bright celestial butterfly that yonder lies in distant sky.
June 9, 2019

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A Flower Blooms

While traveling ‘cross such harsh terrain 
     left parched and barren from the sun 
   and weeks without a cooling rain,
       I saw a sight that left a stun
     beside the road on this long run.

I stopped to have a closer look;
     perhaps my vision had deceived 
   with image that my mind mistook
       and merely something I perceived, 
     but I would never have believed.

Yet there a single flower bloomed
     upon the dry and sun parched soil.
   Impossible I had assumed 
       with harsh conditions to embroil;
     to stay alive, how she must toil.

Her face shown fair in sun’s dry heat
     magenta petals shining bright 
   appearing happy and upbeat
       without a worry to incite,
     and unaware of her dire plight.

I ponder how one could exist
     in harsh conditions such that be
   and thrive with little to assist,
       yet ne’er for help to send a plea;
     she seems to live her life carefree.

Perhaps we all should take a clue 
     from gentle flower’s look on life
   ignoring hell we’re going through 
       with all its worry and its strife,
     and all the bad with which it’s rife,

       and focus on our gifts in life.


April 7, 2021

Poem of the Week - April 11, 2021

Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2021

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