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~ECLIPSE~ The shining light hides behind my eyes, Comes in a super nova surprise My spirit glides into the skies, Spreading the perfect heat like the sunrise I was like a diamond under the beauty of the ocean! My current rides out with smooth motions, Leaving a taste with intense emotion Captured by my tides, sunk to my love potion The sun sends my waves like a mirage of snow I got the moon to favor upon my glow With every star touching my inner soul A glimpse of darkness in my light entwining with a massive flow Blinded by my own ECLIPSE! My sun & moon collide Until the day we both touch lips by;p.d.
Across the white sand waters Meld of teal and turquoise hue, In sunlight, emerald facets, In shadow, grays of blue, First breaking light of heaven, Tinted sky in tones of shell, Dancing lights, pearl pink and saffron, Fleck the bosom of the swell. On waves of crisper coral The majestic sun ship sails, Bright bride aflame in glory Blushed beneath her misty veils. Such beauty blinds my vision; My gaze is downward drawn To vanilla foam soft swirling In the footprints of the dawn. April 16, 2014
The sun disappears in the horizon somewhere it's not just me who regards the beauty The horizon is a lovely color spectrum The sky is like a watercolor paper The colors float across the sky Small narrow clouds create stripes The sun drink some water from the ocean Dipped its colors carefully in the ocean Playing a bit with the waves It is an amazing sight The colors are so intensive It is sensual and beautiful The sun disappears in the horizon somewhere I do not know where but it has given me an inner peace and pleasure 03.04.2013 A-L Andresen :)
Alone atop a hill, an ornamental willow dances in the breeze. Long limbs form a lovely gown that gracefully sweeps the ground. Adored by the sun, the willow is not weeping. She blooms rosily! April's first shower has passed; for the sun alone, she shines. The Solo Dancing Ornamental Tree (new title for the sonnet version) An ornamental tree with willow leaves upon a promontory stands alone. In April's breeze, each limb, cascading, weaves with fragrance. She is dancing on her own. I wonder how she came to be at all. Her roots lie in a solitary place where few traverse to spy her - lithe and small - there moving in rain's aftermath with glee. In small degrees, the sun has climbed the sky. No longer pallid, he is smiling down upon the swaying willow. By and by, Her graceful limbs shine like a lacquer gown. Her lovely blooms have opened to expose The splendid blush of buds with hue light rose.
RED SUN #1 Brimstone's way up past the clouds Highlights against the ocean line Beautiful sunrise, warm texture Warning, the rooster! #2 Glorious yellow and orange mixture My source of great inspiration Horizon against the wind Unmatched - beauty mark In the sky Itty Bitty Co.
Hand in hand Sandy beach with beautiful sunset in love What could be more romantic than when the sun is glowing red and orange melts into the sea somewhere And two who are in love and goes hand in hand A small box On his knees in the wet sand beach Will you be mine She blushes as the sunset Smiles her lovely smile Yes, I would The sun melts into the sea somewhere But for a couple in love, the night is still young 08.02.2013 A-L Andresen :) ("mix poem" )
To take you in these arms right now flower you rise regal sunflower Sparkling petals over a princess Whispering silently and softly I am your pilgrim who would do battle for your sweet loving hand Fluttering in deep tongues of light Waving lashes turning over inside the brain Totally smitten in your shining jewels silver dazzling in a milky smile Shimmers in your deep delicious beauty love Always will be forever with me inside you my dream Lady of light you shine a promise made sparkling crowns a vision rose The moon is my banner there and back Standing on the edge with you when sunsets dance their brilliance This is were I make my peek my total love open I have to you At those words falling I am at you're feet Worshiping the very ground on which you stand out Queen of hearts who captured this soul beautiful This I co wrote with someone whom I spent time with writing just to say it has taken to now to post for me this was a very special piece took months to write from a heart
cluck! cluck!! cluck!! He hammers a nail into the hardwood, wiping sweat from his brow as the scorching sun prides itself in the middle of the sky. He examines a curve on the casket he is making, he is dissatisfied, he grabs a chisel and begins to chisel away carefully. As every splinter of wood falls to the ground he nods his head in satisfaction, he stops to wipe more sweat from his brow he mutters something to himself, looks up to the sky angrily and curses the heavens for the heat. But isn't it man who brought the sun closer? well, that is what the govt official who came to our village told us, "global warming" he called it. I wonder why he labours so hard to make this ugly reminder of death look perfect, the dead do not care about aesthetics, I do not think they care so much what happens to their bodies here bury it, burn it, they get a new one either way.
Sun sets behind hill Tries hiding but sky ignites Enjoyed more with you
PART One,,,, as she saw it. The mountains and the meadows were always so beautiful this time of year. It seemed as if a fresh new world always came to life. The high cliffs turned sharply downward. As I sat listening to the ocean tides smashing against the walls of the mountain below. There was a mild breeze blowing from the south. The grass in the flower covered meadows moved with the breeze. The sun shined so brightly I thought it would melt me at times. As I stood up from the log where I was sitting by the emerald forest, the breeze pressed my dress against me. It formed to the soft round curves of my breast, down through the curves of my waist pushing against my yielding hips. As I blinked from the sun, I saw him there in the distance. I had thought I was alone. But there he was, starring straight at me. What would I do and where could I turn? I knew what kinds of thoughts men had, my mother told me all about them. I saw that he was beginning to move my way ! I saw him there as he saw me. I was paralyzed, not knowing what direction to move. Though as I watched him from afar, he did not seem dangerous as my mother always warned. Still, I could hear her words like a tape recorder in the back of my mind. Should I dare take my eyes from his? I could see his eyes were dark, maybe brown, or even midnight blue. What ever the color, I could tell they were smoldering with restrained passions. His hair was long to his shoulder blades. I knew that because it moved with the wind. He had broad shoulders with long legs. I knew I must not let him reach me. If his arms entangled me , surely I would never get loose. And, I'm not sure I would want too. Even though I heard the words of my mother, running in my head. I could feel the tiny beads of sweat trickling down between my breasts. I was not sure I should take my eyes from him as I leaned down to pick up the fan that had slipped from my hand to my bare feet. PART ONE,,,, As he saw it . The winter snow had melted and yielded to the bright warming rays of the spring sun. The bears had come out of hibernation with their new born looking for food. The mountains and the meadows were born again, new, fresh and alive with life. Everything was beautiful and as it should be. Birds singing, their mating songs blended with the crash of the surf against the steep cliffs of the mountain. Nature was at peace with itself, and I came here to share in this peace. To be alone with the earth, or so I thought. I found a place to sit on the grass hidden among the flowers in the high meadows. So I could enjoy the gentle breeze blowing while watching the forest animals. The warm sun caressed my body and warmed me. It was a prefect day, yet something was missing. A day like this needed to be shared with someone, someone special. Stretching, I caught a slight movement out of the corner of my eye, just across the enchanted forest. Of a beautiful women. It couldn't be possible as no one knew of this place. I had come here for years and had never seen a another person before. Yet, there she was. Dressed in a dress the wind made love to, pressing it to her body. Clinging to the sensual curves of her breast, down to her firm waist and full inviting hips. I suddenly felt drawn to her and stood up. I knew she had seen me as she was starring back at me, as I stood staring back at her. She was a vision. And I was afraid she would vanish if I approached her. Yet, she seemed to be smiling, calling to me as I started walking towards her. I remember the stories my grandmother had told me of the enchantresses that lived in this forest, but I did not hesitate. I would give to her anything she wanted, anything she desired. As I approached her I realized she was real. She seemed to be looking at me, daring me to come closer. All the stories of the enchantress my grandmother had told me flooded my mind with a warning. Yet, she was so beautiful, so inviting and I couldn't take my eyes from her. I was slowly losing control with each and every step that brought me closer to her. I knew I was lost as I felt the heat of my desire to be with her, starting to take control. It was a struggle not to run to this beautiful creature , with the golden hair, and angelic face. As I came closer I couldn't help but notice her sensual breasts rising and falling with each breath she took. She seemed to be smiling, challenging me with everything that made her a beautiful, desirable woman. A woman this sensual, this beautiful, this desirable was surely the enchantress, and I was hers. As a bee is drawn to the flower, I was being drawn to this women. Suddenly she reached down to pick something up. It was just then I noticed she was barefoot. As she bent over to retrieve what she had dropped, the sun reflected off her spun gold hair. and radiated a golden brightness that was almost blinding. Her dress shifted allowing me to see that her body enhanced her dress, rather then the dress enhancing her body. She would look beautiful in anything she wore. The heat of my desire for her was beginning to consume me with it's fire. I felt the beginnings of ,,,,,,,,,, Nov. 18 1992,,,, Short story I started to write, A friend ask if he could write from a males point of view.
Inside this forest so bright and mild a fairy lived her name, Wonder Child For all the forest knew of this girl to which they knew she would change the world A fawn she crept upon one day it sensed no danger no need to escape Her acquired ability to speak with those on four legs with fur scurrying would go She was as a spirit in the woods she did walk she would talk to the animals to her they would flock She'd gentle reach down and with the smallest of hands much like the grains of sand beside them she'd stand Together as one the fairy and fawn if you close your eyes tight you may see them at dawn Donna G Fowler 8/7/06 by Donna G Fowler Review: "I have seen the fawn wake up at dawn... and then she did not tarry. This tiny deer so full of cheer set out to find the fairy. She knew that the winged one would help her through the day and with the sun at end of day would quietly slip away. But fawns grow into beautiful deer and time just passes on. Now the mother deer, it is so clear, seeks the fairy to teach her own." Donna, I hope you don't think I am presumptuous to think this would improve on your beautiful poem... No, It is just an example of how perfection can trigger creativity in the least of us... You have my honest admiration and respect for this and many other fine works in your portfolio... Love Ya! Jake Reviewed by jakepayne Your review received: Very helpful and the following comments about your review: TY Jake. I admire your wit. What I'd like to see you do is write a continuation of this like you have started. Name it whatever you want, and post me back a message Mother Doe and Fairy Inspired by Donna G. Fowler's 'Of Fawn and Fairy' I saw the fawn wake up at dawn... and then she did not tarry. This tiny deer so full of cheer set out to find the fairy. She knew that the winged one would teach her the right ways and with the sun at end of day would quietly slip away. Fawns grow into beautiful deer as time just passes on. Now the mother deer, it is so clear, seeks the fairy to teach her own. The fairy knew her language and all the others too. She had tutored many youngsters in the proper things to do. The forest had been good to her and the years had been kind too. When the Doe felt life within her she knew just what to do. She knew just where the fairy should be each and every day. She wanted her to teach her fawn to live the forest's way. The mother doe was nearing the birth of her first fawn. She arrived there at the clearing just at break of dawn. She sensed the fairy knew -- for she felt her presence there. The comfort she had sought to find Could be felt in the morning air. She lay down in the comfort of a nearby grove of trees And quietly awaited there in the cooling morning breeze. Then she heard the quiet flutter Of tiny little wings She saw the fairy coming as the birds began to sing. She now relaxed and soon she knew the peace the forest sends And she found herself surrounded by scores of tiny friends. They all had heard the news and all had been invited To come and see the miracle of two friends reunited. The fairy knew why she'd been called to this very special place She was here to help the deer receive God's special grace. It was not long – it had begun And quickly, it was over. There lay the mother doe and fawn in the comfort of the clover. The fairy then took stardust and sprinkled it in their eyes. Now when they exchange gazes their love is not disguised. The fairy and the doe and fawn then went their separate way knowing this would not be the last of many special days. © Jacob Payne October 20, 2006 Review: Jake, I knew you could continue this after what you placed in my review. First I am honored that you were inspired by something I started. Secondly, this is an amazing continuation of my poem. You are so visual in this and I could see the field of clover and the new baby fawn. I felt as if I were there watching. Fantastic job my friend.. I'm so excited!!!! Reviewed by Donna G Fowler
Pursue love, the love that has no meaning, the silver ports of the moon, shine so bright, that it blinds you in the twilight she is beautiful and she is divine she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses, like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly throughout the garden of beauty. As the roses lay along a table, as she sits at the table and she waits for me, the wordman to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine and sit with her, start a scene or two of romantic setting, to pursue love in her name. Love is around us, the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair, as her evening dress glitters and shines and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky as we lay together, we pursue a dream together, forever we live together forever, as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love, we swallow grapes and drink wine hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets, we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece of his beautiful nocturnes, which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads. We stomp out the flames as we dance the night away, and you lay in my arms, and I kiss you upon your lovely head, and you hold my hand, and I hold you tight never thinking of letting your love go away from me, I would take my own life, before I lose your love. See us together, it is a painting that lasts lifetimes, that needs no touch-ups. I care for you and love you! Love me, I know you will. My sweet and loving portrait lady, who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose that sits on its green stem, in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window. Come up to my chambers as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere as love's tension grows and suspence brings us together, let us make love tonight seal the passion and pursue love once and for all. Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun, I shall wake next to your beauty and glory, and I shall point my attention to the heavens and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road, toward my chamber door, I call my heart. Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways in the garden of beauty and I shall pick a bauquet of roses and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love for one another and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart. -9/26/2013-
Sunshine beams sparkles softly golden magic Breathtaking horizon of dreams spells casting Feelings, faces and memories within Shall follow the nature´s endless spin Creeping higher morning glory rising perfect splendor Smiling warm rays inside hot radiance glows Dizzy with pleasure, tears a falling star rain wet drop of heaven Total silence no vibration pearls on leaves dried Songbirds sing praise in a heavenly choir whistling tunes Enchanting dewdrops sparkling shivers, silver glistens Diamond shining clearly colors beauty awakening Rainbow riches polishing a heart to the highest luster Into a landscape of dreams and hope The green grass will grow for another tomorrow A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 12.01.2015 - - Thank you anne lise
Watching sunsets flare Hypnotized we stare. Horizons last light Burning orange bright. Heaven and earth one, As our day is done. Used Quote from the Little Prince "One day I saw the sun set forty-four times!' 'You know, when you're feeling very sad, sunsets are wonderful. Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 10.15.2014 Nette Onclauds Contest: Design your Tableau 4th
people are like stars, some are younger, some are older, some are brighter, some are darker, some are bigger, some are smaller, but in the end we are all the same. all together. shining bright with our personality. dont care about what other people think. its their own opinion. be unique,be you. you are who you are, and who you are is all their gonna get. so shine like a star!!!
Love forever eludes me perhaps because it flies on angelic wings And yet my earth bound body is beneath the weight of gravity Its like following a rainbow to an end I'll never see Or like chasing the horizon as it falls away from me Will I ever find that pot of gold and embrace a warm sunset With my heart on sandy shores beneath a sky I won't forget To become envious of the moon as it illuminates her face Gently dancing across her skin as it adorns with utter grace Then inhale the scent of beauty as her lips press next to mine As I watch the midnight sky reflect inside her radiant eyes and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness I learn'd the language of another world That I found deeply within one kiss ~ JJF ~ Delphinus stars ~Lord Byrons Manfred~
Alone on a mountain top, she quietly sits. Looking down below lies a dark pit. On the other side runs a river next to a valley so green. Pretty flowers everywhere, it's the most beautiful scene Overhead the birds are singing as they all fly by. The setting of the sun adds a beautiful contrast to the colour of the sky. Animals on the field playing around all so carefree. This is the place she calls her own, a place to escape reality. She closes her eyes for a minute, n the memories come flooding in. Memories of her childhood days, life then was like a dream. Climbing on the mango trees, making swings out of old tyres Hide and seek in the garden and playing with toys made outta wires. Sliding down the banks with old crates and cardboards. Not missing an episode of star wars and playing with toy swords. Running around bare feet n not worried about any cuts n bruises. Having fun in all our games no matter who wins or loses. Rushing home after school to catch her fav cartoons. Sunday morning trips to the beach n been there till late in the afternoon. Holidays and special occasions always celebrated with family and friends. She opened her eyes n wished those days had never ended. The sun had finally set, it was time for her to go. But she will be back here soon, of that she sure knows. For this is where she finds serenity, her place to be alone. A place she feels free and far away from home. She heads on back, an hour's drive away. She felt reluctant to leave, she wished she cud of stayed. But she enjoys the long drive home as she passes a forest of trees This is how she forgets about her pain by reliving the special memories. .
Take a sip of the sky, Oh what a sight. The sun is setting on our treasured night. Like romantic propaganda we sit hand in hand, and stare out into the shadows of the land. Such romantic beauty to behold, I'm holding you close so you won't get cold. Dreaming of lives together as one, as we watch the beautiful setting sun. I couldn't ask for a sweeter combination, like our poetry, we stir every sensation. The power of the flesh, the dance of the heart. On love's stage we play every part. Mother Nature in all of her glory, Plays the backdrop for our love story. Two hearts coming together as one, our new journey has just begun. We could paint a picture, we could write a poem We could call this a future, call it our home. Its more than words and it is more than lines When two lovers with a like mind combines
MY FATHER, I thank you, if it wasn't for you i wouldn't be here today i thank you for loving me unconditionally as i am, i thank you for being always there with an ear to hear me, i thank you for showing me the paths i ought to walk, i thank you for providing me with good food and health, i thank you for being a pillar,everytime i felt insecure,unloved, i thank you for forgiven me everytime i got stubborn and did it my way as if i knew better than you know myself, i thank you for your big heart,your kindness a radiance upon my soul i thank you for being my strength in my weaknesses,every time i fall giving me your hand so i rise up again,not scolding me but showering me with love my dear father, i thank you for all that you've created for me,this heaven on earth, the beautiful rivers,mountains,forests,water cascades and nature's glory. i thank you for the yellow sun which warms me every morning, the sun which brightens my days.i thankyou for the moon and the stars which twinkles soft sweet light,lullabying me to sleep.................... i thank you for the rain which feeds and nourishes the crops,so i may eat ,live and survive,i thankyou for the thunderstorms which reminds me of your power,that with you near me i'm safe,you're my knight protecting me. my dear father, i can never stop thanking you,the list is never ending,my last thanks would go for the rainbow which every now and then peeps through my window sill, the beautiful coloured rainbow which reminds me of the path........... the path,the gift of love to me---to your rebellious naughty little child......... a grown up woman now,still a child in your eyes------------------------------- i love you my father and i can't wait to see you face to face in the land of no sorrows,the land of love,serenity and peace...................................... thank you dear God for being My perfect DAD This big hug is for you ---In my own imperfect love i love you............. H A P P Y F A T H E R'S DAY-------------YOUR DAUGHTER
As I pull weeds from cracks in sidewalks Yout sit on top of thrones made of solid gold And I pay no mind to the women around me, Only to your beauty do I hold an Ode. I see my fair Spanish lady my daring, sweet rose with thorns, That run up and down her spine. As she stops in the daily parade Waving at the peasants, She looks at me and summons her guards Too take me away. Her beauty is unbearable. I cannot take not being with her For a single moment in my life. Her hair, Black like coal, Her smile is bright, as the first rays of the Red Sun In the dawn. Her lips painted with ruby lipstick, her silk laced dress and shawl wrap around her, Like a beautiful butterfly in her cocoon. Her skin of olive, dark color and her green eyes. My God, those sweet and piercing green eyes Oh, how they hit my soul and make me shiver with excitment. She is intoxicating and I am intoxicated in her beauty. She is like an angel, a Latina beauty who walks the streets paved gold, As I walk the cracked, cobblestone walkways. She shines in the Spanish sun, like a dimoand in the ruff As you blow the dust off her sweet brow, she glows and sparkles with extordinary excellence. She is beautiful and sweet and kind. She loves me, but her father minds. I am only a peasant, and she royalty. Can our love ever be together in one holy matrimony? I pray to the Lord, of all that is good, Please give me a sign that she loves me. Soon a storm came over, blowing me down to the ground And a cloud of dust swallowed me whole. A great Conquistador on a great white stallion pulled me up and told me that she wanted to see me. I shacked with nervous of joy as I followed the warrior. She was there, under a palm tree Near a beautiful beach in Barcelona. She smiled and a glow covered me with passion. I hugged her and kissed her upon her sweet lips. I tasted virginity and she tasted loyalty. We both tasted beauty and harmony. As the warrior left us, We made love upon a vigin white sheet, Soon covered with a flowing river of red. She moaned with exticy and love was in the air. The Ode to my sweet Spaniad, Mi Corazon! We lay there in each others arms Looking up at a clear night sky The twilight glimmered ever so softly And a shooting star blazed across the sky I kissed her and she kissed me. I whispered in her, "My love forever" And she pushed me back upon the sheets and we made sweet and ever lasting love again. As we looked in each other's almond colored eyes. I said to her, in a soft voice, Mi Corazon.
Under The Weeping Willow I saw you when we were kids Playing with blocks on the kindergarten floor We grew up You became a beauty I became a geek I never had the never had the nerve to talk to you Then we met Under the weeping willow down on the shores of the river We met, we held hands and we kissed That old weeping willow shed its tears The willow's tears that flowed in happiness We had found the love we both wanted I proposed and we wed Promising to share our lives from then on Never to part I saw the love in your eyes The geek married the beauty And the rest of our lives began Under the weeping will down on the shores of the river We shared our vows The rings shined on our finger That old weeping willow shed its tears The willow's tears that flowed in happiness We had found the forever we both wanted Our baby was born on a summer day The sun was warm and the breeze gentle She was named willow And she smiled at the sun shining through the leaves She loves her mother and father All the love in the world could be seen in her eyes Under the weeping will down on the shores of the river We were the perfect family A beautiful little girl with a future of love ahead She brought pure happiness into our lives That old weeping willow shed its tears The willow's tears that flowed in happiness We had found the family we both wanted That winter the love of my life died She went to sleep She answered God's call All her prayers would be answered I am sure that she was welcomed to Heaven And given a beautiful pair of wings Under the weeping will down on the shores of the river I laid her body to rest A beautiful love that will last forever She is smiling because she was loved That old weeping willow shed its tears The willow's tears that flowed in sadness The love of my life was gone
I know its the summer time because of how naturally Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see But in the same breath I am holding up my hands Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have They are even more a part of me now that they are gone As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride And I find a new place to dream of endless times If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart Only then will I believe this brand new day will start Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree
Summer is here once again. The breeze is warm, I smell salt on the wind. The same sandy beach between my toes, The same waters I learned to swim. Sun burn on my nose, To the Ocean I dive in. I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully Cold, I simply cannot handle it! Further out I paddle faithfully, For my mother ocean to keep me sane, this is my therapy, to soothe this migraine. This place gives me energy, a weakness with a name. Pleasure Island, NC. A place hidden with fortunes and undiscovered fame. Never could I stray from the ocean my passions would never be fulfilled and I would never be the same. Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013 The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.
My treasure chest My treasure chest, is not a truth It's but a metaphor For I have never dreamed of wealth My treasure is much more It's filled with the moon, the stars at night And the sun that shines each day And the beauty of the darkest sky That highlights milky-way. It's filled with trees, majestic trees And birds that sing so sweetly My treasure chest it be filled up But never though completely Everything that's beautiful Is in my treasure chest It's filled with all the countless things That make me happiest. My treasure chest is never ending It goes on till forever It's filled with all the love that lives And the sweetness of together I need no other treasure chest This one, it satisfies me For me, I know with certainty It contains eternity. 21 July 2013 @ 1018hrs.
butterflies and bumblebees egg yolks on toast mustard fields and pots of gold sunflower seeds to roast ringlets fall lightly from a little girl so fair ornaments of golden wings fall softly from her hair banana peels to slip and fall that would be no fun dreaming of yellow submarines happy face from the sun yellow is for warmth on a cold and windy day yellow through your window pane helps sunshine come your way
Missing you every day like I miss the sun. I miss the comfort of your smile. Waking beauty's you give me the strength to make this life seem more than worth while. I patiently await the sun rise, like your sweet love its beauty truly opens my eyes. Reveals to me the beauty right by my side
Feel me standing there on the draw bridge that stands stubburn and erect over the rushing waters blown by the wind back and forth. I listened to the crows posted on gargoils designed of eightenth century Gothic architecture singing their death songs, when the sun is setting in the far. The voices of women passing startle me with a feeling of sorrow I can't breathe, I am dying. Feel me, can you feel me rot away? Slowly but surely rot away as time passes with ease, and taxi cabs take smiling, intoxicated faces to wayward cafes, oh how they screech to a halting stop and wave to me to get in. "No thank you, I'd rather walk." I say to the smiling faces highly intoxicated with the thought of the birds and the bees rattling around in their empty minds. Then they drive off, into the city lights and turn a darkened corner. I look at the rushing water and feel myself rot away slowly but surely rot away. Can you feel me? Can you hear me? Can you see me? Feel my heart thump with slow paces that manage to keep up with fast melodies. Of songs that play in your mind only the ones that make you sigh and think those one days in Spring time as you walked over the draw bridge and paid no mind to the water underneth. I hear no more talk of you and me, I hear no more talk of the good old times we all shared. Time has passed, as I take my last breathe and hold my chest and shead a tear. Feel me, can you? If you can, put your hand to my weak heart and feel it thump away with every second wasted on useless items. Now, see me a man of one time greatness reflect his life with a reflection in the water below. How I sigh and cry and breath heavely, as I feel myself rot away. The voices of woman pass me by. Tomorrow is a new day, for the smiling faces in taxi cabs will go home and soak their raging hangovers with cool, wet rags. As I still stand on the draw bridge singing with the crows, feeling myself rot away. Can you feel me without you, rotting away? I surely can feel myself rot. Such a heavy word, "rot" So vulgare, yet a great description of me, without you. I pull out a shawl you once wore and I kiss it. As the wind gusts and the sun rises and my shadow comes to meet me, the wind shall take my last memory of you away. And I shall weep no more. Then what will I do? Shall I walk the streets and think of you. Yes you, still rambling all throughout my head like a lose screw. Can you feel me? Feel me rot away feel me think about you, and all your works. Can you feel me?
In the void, sipping the zoid, with mental properties of tripping on the spiral. Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning. With upside down tunnel vision leaking through. Solidifying all matter that matters, melting into the walls of your brain. It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes, satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern. Bleeding purple from the rainbow, and turning into swirls of diamonds. Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild. Where the shadows stop the spirited scream. Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity, bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear, situated in your flesh from birth to death. It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye, dancing with your spirit and licking your soul. Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria. Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds. Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise. Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms, mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures. These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise. Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste. Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter. Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are... Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, too long have we rendered your pain. The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. I'll never surrender as demons always circle. Today, begins a new day of our fight. And I have a good feeling about this day. Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. Always ready for we accept our fear. We accept our hate and everything in between. Accept it all for what it really is. No amount of doubts will over throw us. Onward, to peace.
When the sun shines down unto me, While the wind wildly combs my hair, Does it mean God is all around me? When the sun parts the clouds, While the rays reach through the windows, Does it mean God is watching over me? When the sun pierces through the sky, While the beams of light descend behind me, Does it mean God is always with me? When the sun shines down unto me, While the wind wildly combs my hair… Yes, it does mean God has and will always be there. When the sun shines through the clouds, While the rest of the skies are grim and grey, Yes, it does mean God is sending a light of hope for me. When the sun shines in the sky, While the rain is descending from the clouds, Yes, it does mean God has made me a promise. When the sun clears the skies, While the rainbow above me appears and fades, Yes, it does mean God is always behind me, showing me the way.
Hera precious, gorgeous queen of splendor, of mighty Ares,and Enyo,the mother, to thee I write my gratitude and thanks for all thy blessings showered upon my head. Thine is the pomegranate and the diadem, with which you rule all worlds and human lands, with magnanimous mercy and charity. of rainbow colors dressed divine thou art, the sunny smiling matron of the arts, Thou,queen, who favorest the pure of heart.
They walked together side by side - the old man and the boy on the bridge across the river They could have walked thus across the river of life with its eternal flow I watched them and thoughts filled my mind of the un-bridged gap between their lives The old man - with faltering step he moves slowly on His life has been lived and his house is in order as he patiently awaits the call of his maker What are his thoughts at this moment as he moves on? Are they thoughts of pain and sorrow over some incident in the past so difficult to bear that after all these years the wound is not yet healed? Are they of someone he loved as a youth but lost through folly? Was she beautiful? Did her eyes sparkle like the sunlight on the water below? He looks at the water sighing deeply and nods his head Or is he thinking of the young one at his side so innocent so pure soon to be plunged into a world where life rushes madly on? How shall he fare? Who will warn him of the pitfalls? These thoughts plague the old man's mind and hurt his noble heart But then he smiles as he remembers that in his younger days his eager spirit wanted to taste and feel the sting of life's joys and sorrows by itself There is no substitute for experience for though we know we may be hurt in love or life yet we walk on toward the very thing that may hurt us so
The sun is setting, its pink glow hugging the mountain tops. The clouds bow at its glory. The peace of night begins to set in. Dreams waft through my window and the crickets lull me to sleep.
Random thoughts of you run randomly throughout my mind, as I hold, looking through a simple picture of you and I, smiles and holding each other, embracing warmth brings me to sanity, watching your hand on my forearm, as you gaze into my eyes. Oh the tears flood such emotion, only you and I now in such madness we call love, such madness we all call life, such madness we all call reality. Thoughts of me without you, I cannot bear to see such a sight in mind, to hear such words that tear my heart out and sadness stabs me rapidly in the back, and I can't bear to see such a sight as this. Thoughts of you running randomly throughout my mind, my hair turns silver and white with stress of not being with you, and my liver covered with cancer, and lungs black with smoke, and stomach embraced with ulcers. All I ask for you, is not to be a thought anymore, and come back to me in flesh and bone in a portrait painting of you in reality come to me with your beauty and glory and kind heart and hold me again, and let me kiss you again and love you again, and call you mine again. Don't say it is impossible, when you know and I know, that it is in fact possible to love each other once again.
Crape Myrtle tree, a beautiful sight Blooming in summer as days turn warm Purple petals fall, a visual delight Crape Myrtle tree, a beautiful sight Delicate blooms, soaking up light Flowering in splendor with unique charm Crape Myrtle tree, a beautiful sight Blooming in summer as days turn warm Flourishing tree, reaching to sky Summer sun sizzles, beauty remains Lush branches touch birds flying by Flourishing tree, reaching to sky Sunshine streams through clouds on high Children seek shade in wind song refrain Flourishing tree, reaching to sky Summer sun sizzles, beauty remains By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 15, 2012
When improving upon the inner workings of your mind and upon the realms within your body, be sure not to lose your originality in the process for it will become harder and harder to express yourself and that in which you've improved upon. Pride is a trap. Simply be grateful for your attributes that make you amazing. People make mistakes, people love and people hate. Be free within; and the world will follow. And as you find your flowers and swords crossed with others who do not see the beauty and infinite possibilities in you, keep driving your soul to the beat of your sincerity. Find your way out of the dark. Don't ignore it, shed some focus on it, for it tells you all the ways you don't want the world to be. There is something to be learned from everyone. Express and listen with willingness to speak your mind to the death. Beauty undefined until you crawl through all the cob webs with certainty. Out of the dark; into bliss. Peace and love bring us unity. Don't be afraid to hug my soul. <3
It's here at last At last the spring is really here The weather's warm and sweet The doves up in the seed trays coo As so peacefully they eat The fountain plays a melody As wispy clouds up in the sky They form in me these images As the morning passes by Geraniums in their many hues They shine out in the sun The dog runs round with rubber bone He's having heaps of fun The mulberry tree is so alive She loved that winter rain She knows as she grows her baby shoots That the rain was not in vain. The washing hanging on the hoist Gives out such sweet perfume One would think the gentle rose Was close with tender bloom Mauve hibiscus dances softly Within the cooling breeze And all of this portrayed together It gives my mind such ease. 9 September 2013 @ 1924hrs.
Questions for everyone Has anybody ever sat? In a garden filled with flowers Have you felt the magic there? Have you felt the power? Have you sat there with the body still? And the mind too, just the same? Have you ever lost yourself? As the mind stopped playing games Have you seen those magic colours? And really seen them too! Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze? Have you seen the way she do? Touch those branches with her glory Make them dance in the morning sun As the sparkles nearly blow your mind And you're the holy one? Have you ever heard the dove's warm Coo And that deep, deep ravens croak? Have you seen the mulberry tree? As she dons her summers coat? And radiance and reverence Are all that one can know Have you ever sat there in the garden? And watched the morning flow.
Oh my sweet and beautiful Penelope Oh how beautiful you are, and when I see you come down to the pearl gates of immortality and come down to see me, as we join hands and walk the shorelines I see you my beautiful Penelope, she you who walks through beauty, We shall join in immortality. Your heart built of stone and paved in golden you born out of the beauty of a rose and maturity of a lady you are the one who never sings a depressing and low melody. My Beautiful Penelope, The one beautiful lady form Napoli Oh, how you walk in such glory. See me look over you and hear my heart beat for you, I love you, see me for I care about you. Take it from me, for I shall take you by the hand and as our shadows rise to meet us in the morning I can make love to you, then we shall love the night away. My beautiful Penelope, as I take you through the twilight we dream of shooting stars falling from the evening skies, as we hold each other close, take me and I shall take you and bring each other together, and fuse us together with a sweet and loving kiss. She is my beauty and I love her she takes me by the hand and curels me to her warm chest. Cares for me, Makes me laugh, Makes me feel good and uplifts my soul everytime I lay my almond eyes upon her beauteous body. My beautiful Penelope, oh how I see the glory in your blue eyes, your luxurious, long flowing hair colored golden like the rays of the morning sun. Dare to care about such beauty in her eyes? Dare to care about such beauty in her cries, as she tells me of her suicide struggles? I hold you close to me and I hope you to be my love for all eternity. See me and I see you to tell me about you and your day, as you come home and say, That you love me. And I shall say I love you too, with a zealous attitude in my voice I shall take you into our room and you shall tell me about your day. You shall tell me, under the shadows of the trees, the houses, the red rocks. I shall show you love in a handful of roses, deliver you a bouquet of roses and violets, as we see the breeding lilacs grow tall, we shall lay in the grasslands and look up at the clouds, that shape themselves into beautiful paintings in the glorious blue sea we call the sky. Oh My beautiful Penelope my glorious maiden lady, who sings such beauty in her melody that it brings tears to nightingales' eyes. My beautiful Penelope, you are my love here are a dozen roses for you to express and show my love for you, my beautiful Penelope. Love is eternal with you.
Summer is a lemonade Summer breeze blowing the grass around with a warm sun kissing my face blue skies wrap and hug me as I watch the butterflies race. Summer gives me lazy days coloured flowers and dancing trees smell of charcoal and starry nights brings back childhood memories. Summer is an endless beach sun cream, bikinis and beer salty seaspray, fish and chips postcards saying "wish you were here". sunburnt shoulders and fun fares laughter never seemed to fade grab the ice and share around yes Summer is a lemonade
It's raining today - dreary it may be The imagery of the raindrops in my view Dripping ! In my brain I visualize The dark clouds surrounding me Thus I see - will there be sunlight I look, I ponder! I watch and I surmise the sun may peak in these predominant skies Mesmerized - sun rays gleam in my eyes Those beautiful hues - and yet the spectrum The iris - that beautiful rainbow It feeds my soul - I look at beauty And thus blooms the flower - I know It rained today and thus I say The gardens grew - if you only knew I woke - I had beautiful thoughts Raindrops danced on my life this day And yes! I saw a bud flourish petals It's spring - and the rain doth bring With a little help from the sun , my flower Blooming in my head I visualize Look what I saw when I looked at the skies Imagery in my head, I thought Imagine it - and the bird it may sing Music to my ears - I listen - I see That spring - it's really blessing me Enlightened I saw the dead rose then grow And I sit, I still ponder , it's roots I know And the rose once posed- still life - of art Prominent are the skies to make you wonder The rain might start!!!!! Again & again Beauteous Be Poesy is my book of poetry available on googles, amazon. com and Barnes & Noble published by Trafford Publishing. wrtten by Miss Stacey Law
Yesterday I was a child catching butterflies on the yellow flowers sprinkled on the green grass at the roadside They were beautiful butterflies - big ones small ones red ones yellow ones and some tiny blue ones which gave different shades of colour as they were struck by glancing sunbeams There were little four-winged ones which puzzled me why did they have four wings while the others only had two? Yesterday I was catching butterflies but today a thing called progress tore up the yellow flowers on the green grass at the roadside and there are no more butterflies and still I do not know why some butterflies had four wings while the others only had two
It's easy to become lost in the idea that only things in life change you; rather than you are always changing in your creation. When you look at demons in the haze, marvel at the haze. Demons are feeling homesick. Be true to everything you are and thrive on. We all have demons, it's up to you on what to do with those demons. The most dangerous are the ones unknown. She is herself. A beautiful demon; not hidden behind a shadow. Her magic is infested in my desire. She is beautiful for I can unravel her thoughts. She expresses to me the words intertwined with my ambiguity. Riddled with love; I sleep in her soul. She is my butterfly in our cosmic cannibalism.
Ah, the september weather is here, the trees turn firery red and orange, and the leaves gently fall to the surface. Fall is here, and the grass turns from green to yellow, the souls of many change their ways. From going on beaches in sun to walking on wet streets, with jackets on. September weather is here, too most it is depressing to see, such change in the world. But I love it. The girlfriends and boyfriends go away, and that makes me happy. Then I go apple picking. I pick red apples, from low, hanging apple trees. and I eat one, while walking down the trail. Fall is here, the time of death, the last of sunshine. I don't argue, I love fall, it is so cosy and it gives me hope. Hope that a day will come again, when the sun pops its head out and the warmth returns. September weather is the best, when summer is gone, but not quite, and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane. I love fall, it gives me hope, that with death comes life.
Spring is coming Six more weeks, that's all there is The Spring is on her way Even now some shrubs make buds It's a lovely winters day And all the birds seem more alive Like something's in the air Soft green branches through the window Say Spring is everywhere. Tomorrow will be cold again Perhaps they'll be no sun That's the way it mostly goes When the winter knows it's done It gives a little then grabs hold Then slowly fades on out Yet soon the Spring will hold on tight I feel it all about. There's something special about the Spring That gets into my soul A kind of live ness in the air That makes me feel so whole I cannot wait for spring to come There's a tingle in my spine Just to walk in the Springs warm sun Makes my essence feel divine. 13 July 2013 @ 1600hrs.
The calming sounds of birds chirping fills the air, The smell of flowers just beginning to bloom, The sight of the green coming back to the grasses life, The feeling of being engulfed by a blanket of sun, Spring has arrived. The sound of lackluster lawn mowers starting back up, The smell of fresh food being grilled on the patio, The sight of sun rays beaming through the sky, The feeling of riding around with your windows down, Spring has arrived. The sound of wood crackling in a toasty bonfire, The pleasant smell of freshly cut grass, The sight of waves crashing along the shoreline, The feeling of having a slight breeze on a nice day, Spring has arrived. The sound of children back playing outside, The smell of fresh rain caked to the air after a storm, The sight of birds darting through the crisp air, The feeling of cold lake water touching your feet, That's when you can tell, Spring has arrived.
Goats They're everywhere These pretty little creatures On the serpent road to Exmouth They be some of the features Along with Emus, Kangaroos And handsome birds of prey These little goats be bountiful They're all along the way. They be domestic goats Who've gone back to the wilds Where they have bred one million fold. As one moves along the miles These little goats be seen so much In their many shades and hues Don't know where they got their water It be tough country too. The weather here be hot and dry As the sun bakes everything And mostly here no rain does fall To drinking water bring. And yet these goats look healthy as Such nimble little beasts You'd see some dead there in the road As the crows do have their feast. That be the price of progress That poor beasts have to die That be the curse of human beings Sometimes it makes me cry Yet still they be so plentiful These handsome little guys Another little part of nature That make love in me rise.
A night full of nightmares and suicidal tendencies, feeling pain rush, like tidal waves crushing me and blood boiling anger wishes and takes the best of me; but can I heal my own heartbreak? Will I ever find love again? See the angel of death come to me, smiles and says come with me. Oh, Wake me, when the morning comes, so I can show evil the light. Feelings eternal and fragile, she walks some lonesome highway travelled by the ones who fall in love. She a grand fool, who takes life for granted, wake her with the morning light and shine down rays of goodness and pride and show her the path that leads back to me. Wake me when the morning comes, place her upon my doorstep and a smile upon her loving face, I'm not ready to move on just yet. I don't want anymore nightmares and nightly visits from the black angels. I don't want to see blue eyed Death, with his grinning skull and black robe. I want to see the sunshine break through my window and I want to hear the birds sing love songs, and the trees dancing to the wind's sweet melody. I want to awake to her sweet and glorious beauty. Wake me, when the morning comes, when I can open my eyes to anew and see life in a new day, and live life in a new way. -10/5/2013-
Beautiful women stridding along beach front properties after the cruel april showers have rolled through damaging and overflooding the hanging geraniums, and the despise of jealous boys rolling through hemlock, with trousers stained with sand, they gaze like dogs looking at a juicy bone, at the beautiful women, all of them walking hand and hand singing songs of love, as hummingbirds and nightingales soar high over their heads, keeping them all company, all singing songs of love. Go now, go now, into the gardens of beauty there you'll find me hinding, waiting for my beautiful women that spare no glance, but a quick of a hand I am allowed. Go now, go now, into the gardens of beauty pick the red roses that bloom, and leave the blue violets for the dead. See the beautiful women, as the jealous boys huddle around me, we gaze at their beauty and hold our breath, till they start laughing. They drink tea, read novels and talk about everything that matters to naive girls' mind. We listen and hear their secrets, some horrid and some unbearable to listen too. Go now, young boys and stride on go to the beach front properties in your straw hats and sandstained trousers and call unto me, when the beautiful women come once again striding along. One beautiful woman I gaze upon blonde hair, blue eyes the sweetest of arian races she wears her flannel, spring dress, and cottonswab blouse, she turns to me, hiding in the rose peaker bushes, she looks at me and smiles. I hide my emotion and I leave the garden of beauty, to stride for another day. To see the young, beautiful girls, to see that one, that is not hard to spot the one, like the first rose to bloom she is not hard to spot. One day, as I sit in the garden of beauty, my courage will reign over me and I shall present myself to her grace and glorious beauty. Go now my dear, go now, go to the garden of beauty, and share your stories and drink your tea in peace; Pick the ruby roses, but leave the blue violets for the dead, for I am safe and I am just around the corner.
My love intended for the girl of my dreams, she walks from side to side, not knowing that I walk alone. She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world, everything around her shakes and trembles as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance. The wine is drunk the last cigarette smoked, the pain of heartache gone away. It feels good to see her go my way, to take the pain with her away from me, as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes. A beautiful girl she is mine, but that course of life shall no surpass mine, and my heart beats and takes me away in hope of falling in love. Irony of love and hate, it is similar in many ways, as I sit and think of her. She angers me, but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes, the passion of love enters my mind. Come now, take me away, hold me in your beauty, and love me with your gentle body. Go into the gardens, where the nightingales sing, and sit at the patio's crossway. Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden, watch the writers write about the garden, and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden. The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves, the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed, by her sweet intellegence and beauty. Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight, blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face, her lips and skin smooth and pure. She is glorious, My love she is the dream girl, who comes and takes my nightmares away from me. As I sit on the park benches, I light my last cigarette, and reminicse on the days with my love. I close my tired eyes only for a moment, and the moment is gone, my beauty is gone. The tears are all gone, the pain has gone, the feelings of everlasting love are all gone. Where did it all go? Where did my beauty go? Where did my love go? All gone now, all gone now, as I grow old, the feeling of death takes me by surprise. The park bench is cold, the cigarette is burnt out, I am longing for a drink. I lay in a wayward cafe drink a coffee and talk to myself discussing a book of poetry. Looking over to the right I am blinded by beauty once again this time this is no dream. Alas, my dream girl came that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome, who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind. She sat with me, I looked at her and we smiled together. We held hands together, and dreamed together, forever and ever. Love everlasting, everything everlasting, cigarettes smoked together. A cloud over our heads in the shape of a heart my love.
Magic in the Sky Magic in the sky Sun low and day is ending Colors brightly show I with wonder watch The sky as it is changing Clouds with such a glow Orange, pink and purple Rainbow colors making way Momentary show
She said baby I have to go, I said girl you don't need to go, Because baby I want you to stay, 'Til the sun rise, 'Til the end of the night, I said baby I'm feelin you, And I'm fallin in love with you, Which is somethin I never thought I would do, But, I did today, So girl, Why don't you stay, Chorus:2x Why don't you stay, 4x 'Til the sun rise, 'Til the end of the night, She said baby I have to leave, I said girl I don't want you to leave, My darling please stay with me, 'Til the night end, Then come back again, Because baby we have a chance, For us to have a great romance, So, girl take my hand and dance, You don't have to go, Baby don't go, Chorus: 3x 'Til the sun rise, 'Til the end of the night,
Though the midnight summer rains as we sit together under the geraniums, hanging low and at full bloom, we hold hands and talk of old times; times that were kind to us and our youth. As summer storms light up the night skies We kiss the storm away, as it rolls through the grey skies and the lighting cracks the clouds in half, riping a hole in the universe, as we kiss the night away. We sit throughtout nightlong summer dreams and talk, and we hear the storms roll into the golden hills of summer meadows filled with roses and a field full of daisies. Love rests in time to see us grow old together, and love strengthens its walls and pulls us closer together. We shall go now, as day turns to night, into our chamber of love and sleep the night away, together. Hold us close to each other, as I rest my head on you sweet bossom, and you nurture me to life of talks of love and beauty. Nature whispers and sings us songs, as we kiss and go for walks through the countryside looking at the golden hills soaked in the rolling storms that summer offers every year, upon a silver platter. Sooth me, my love as I tell you of the sorrow I have witnessed. Embrace me with your curiousity and tell me of the beauty in the secrets of life and its hidden messangers that hold secret letters from Devils that send temptations to destroy something that we share, that is so beautiful and true. Tell me that life will be okay, and my love is still true and with you. Tell me my sweet and beautiful love, tell me if everything will be alright. Love has seen us come and go, through the narrowed and sprinkled streets, as we move through life fused at hands and eyes blind, not noticing the possiblities of death at any moment stalking us with knives jabbing at our backsides. We are blind, for we see each other and only each other. As we live life eyes a blazed looking at the sun, we do not notice the obvious between us. Caring from me, at my time of need I never noticed the betrayal of our love. My heart sees, but I deny the obvious and see what I hear. As I see the knife drive deep in my heart, you with a suitcase in hand, I stand on my front steps and I watch the summer storms come back over the golden hills to say, "hello" Love is the same everytime, like a summer storm; beautiful to watch, but when it leaves, it is depressing to say, "goodbye" Now I sit, as the geraniums dry up and die and the wrinkles at my eyes make me blind, I see love walk past my house and mock me with lone kisses.
A hot summer sun and clear unblemished sky reflected upon the idle tranquil water surface of a sparkling river as the glorious day gently and slowly goes by Passing tall flourishing sprawling trees with their rustic burnaged leaves gently swaying in a caressing breeze. Elegant swans with their long necks and heads held high plumage as white as virgin snow gracefully glide by Damsel flies and dragon flies living jewels adorn their summer clothes as the heady fragrance of Lilac wafts beneath ones nose. Fish with there pouting lips lazily try to kiss the sky while painted lady butterflies dance a delicate ballet with the midst of this perfect day. Within the tall finger reeds cute and mother duck and ducklings peck at the water to feed. A symphony of joyous bird song delights ones ears and touches the soul as the temperature sears. Upon the bank under a weeping willow tree lay two lovers wrapped safely in each others arms fast asleep on their warm tender hearts their secrets they keep as they dream in lands faraway on this perfect peaceful Summers day Making hearts smile. Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.
Sunset This hour is oh, so beautiful I sit, and I devour it all As silence fills my heart and soul This sunset makes me feel so whole. I watch the sun approach the ocean Absorbed I am in deep devotion As I see it melt into the sea And oh, the joy, the mystery! The sky fills up with orange hue It's lost its color, azure blue And as the sun drowns in the sea This beauty, how it touches me The orange hue grows deep, then dies Bringing darkness to the skies As birds sing out there goodnight song To tell the silence 'Day is gone' I sit and ponder on this show Then leave it all, and home I go. 29 June 2014 @ 1337hrs.
Intro It is said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, there is only one I behold as the one beautiful enough to see the true beauty within. I I wish that I could tell her how I feel I wish that I could show her I'm for real I'm going to give her all that she would need Listen to my story and take heed II The sun may rise, the sun may set The power of her beauty they will never get Many have tried without any rest To obtain the beauty that she possess III She has the smile of a baby But the soul of a lady She is in search of that perfect love The only one that comes from above IV When I look into her eyes, I can see the pain Wherever she looks, it just seems to rain But through every situation she has stood tall And kept herself from a great fall V Some may ask if she is real Can one be this perfect without a seal? To know the truth of what I've seen Just look in the mirror to know what I mean VI We have held hands throughout the years We have also shed many of tears One thing that I am proud to see You have become a beautiful woman to me
Inside the Volcano there are hidden cracks, where no one can see or knows anything about. They're the cracks where all the ' Garbage ' is . The garbage grows, grows, expands, and expands through all the days and the passing seasons. Everyone is a wear of it's outstanding Beauty when the Sun shines down on it's high peaks, than the through the cloud cover it is breath taking. It is noticed until it starts to grumble, groans and let's a bit of steam off now and than. Everyone than looks at it so differently and wonders why it is groaning, growling, letting off the steam. Do they not know it is about ready to ' Explode'? It has been stuffed with so much ' garbage' through the years that no one ever knew or saw it's now full. One quiet Beautiful Sun Shinning Morning it happened not one person below was prepared they were going on about their busy lives not realizing that the ' Beautiful Volcano ' had reached it's limit the cracks were over flowing from the garbage of all the years passed. The eruption came so Violently, quickly it caught everyone by surprise they stood stunned, shocked, and afraid. How could something that has been so beautiful become so Ugly people all ran in fear of it this once Quiet Beautiful Volcano that had been the talk of the town is now Ugly. The folk below so confused, angry, mad, that the beautiful one could take no more and had been stuffed and stuffed with their years of crap that the ' cracks ' inside could hold no more inside that it finally had to 'ERUPT". Everyone became angry, and mad asking how cold this be. When the Volcano was quiet, still, beautiful everyone Loved it But when it became Ugly and Erupted than not one person liked it anymore because of the Damage it caused and they held her the Blame for all that had happened how could something so quiet still and Beautiful cause such havoc on the land and fold below. They view the volcano so differently now they never look it's way. Once so Beautiful on the outside stuffed full inside with their garbage and they stay Angry for ever blaming her for the destruction left behind, broken pieces of lives never to be the same again time passes and soon it's all forgotten they once again look at the Beautiful Volcano. Until the day comes again down the road when it reaches it's breaking point and ERUPTS for the final time than there is nothing left alive.
An evening on the pier Angelic hue sunset Sailboat's tall silhouettes God's masterpiece His brush across the sky Declares his majesty Reflections on the sea Awe in the breeze Eternal starlight's shine Fade in from outer space This now a sacred place The moon's aglow *I drop down to one knee Backdrop heaven on earth Been guided here since birth And you said.. Yes! *Bonus stanza is not part of the contest.. Just my interruptation of what might transpire in this scenic environment :)
~Sunsets And Sunrises~ ( Free Verse) The day goes along Extending its very long wings Extracting life from every light From every sunset till is united Forever with all the night Parting in silence with all the winds Half-closed eyes without any Sleep Hearing every single loving note And whisper Watching every single passing and Fading shadow Searching all the time For a brand-new and glowing light Till the night again departs So sad And from it comes out another New Sunrise! Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015 January,16,2015
I hear silent whispers in the wind "Take my hand and walk with me And maybe one day You can come To see what I see" What nonsense is this All I know is what I will come to see Will be the shining light of the sun As the night comes to an end The bright sun will come up So I wait for that light to guide me After the long dark night But upon morning there is no shining sun to greet me It is hidden by foreboding black storm clouds Oh rain cloud oh rain cloud You can be so quite yet so loud You know me better than I know you But I look to those clouds and only see beauty For they bring rain do they not And rain will wash this dirty earth And moisten the cracked dirt With this luscious rain it brings life To the dead ground This rain reminds me that through all of the pain regrets and mistakes You can still be washed anew Just watch the rain to wash it all away Forget about yesterday and let the new and beautiful begin Open your heart to what you never expected Maybe something magnificent will happen You'll never know until you try Oh rain cloud oh rain cloud You can be so quite yet so loud You know me better than I know you But I know that I am still here But at the moment just hidden away in this shell of a person I have become But like those clouds This shell will soon be gone And the sun inside will burst out with Shinning and beautiful light Just like the one that sits inside my heart Oh rain cloud oh rain cloud You can be so quite yet so loud You know me better than I know you Time will bring this friendship to a close But only for a short while Until then I will remember the lesson I have learned Beauty Joy and laughter are not Always going to be shinning brightly Nor will they always be loud Sometimes they are Muted and dimmed But it does not mean that they are gone Now I can say those far off distan whispers Were from my own heart Just hidden away Like I was that long ago day Take my hand and walk with me And maybe one day You can come to see what I see Oh rain cloud oh rain cloud You can be so quite yet so loud You know me better than I know you
" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and temperate" - William Shakespeare His question ponders through my mind For he claimed how thou art more beautiful than thee Enchanting summer with its mother; the sun For thou are indeed my guide Thou art my sun that never misleads Thou art the one person I shan't leave And shan't wish to be gone by the morning's rise O treasure deep within my soul Beam so strong to enlighten my days Art thou hearing the wonderful tune? Playing so softly with the rise of the light But then again thou art brighter than the sun Thou art the glass of pure water Emerging from the steep, creamy waterfall Gleaming sparks attached to your white neck Purifying the light touching your skin " Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" Nay, for thou art more beautiful than a summer's day For if I do compare The sun shall melt and the wind shall be amazed By the beauty thou behold Embedded deep within your soul Beauty isn't only from the outside, but from the inside; within a soul, For the outside might just be a disguise, to simply foul one into ambuscades
It was wonderment. The mesmerizing expression rolled off her tongue in waves. To my puzzlement I was in a state of allurement. Her vibes were sent to me in soothsaying proportions. It was almost trickery, but I knew where I was going. To the festivity that arose in marvelous apprehension. Thoughts intertwined with her perplexity. Her magnetism pulled me into an eternal trance. We floated into an elation of bewilderment. Bygone indifference; we are one. You are my goddess; ravishing, statuesque radiance. Purely beautiful with a beautiful mind, heart and soul to match. To my amazement I found her within. She was snuggled in my organism. Wrapped up in all of my thoughts. She was warm. I was connected with my wizardry. She brought out the magic in me. It was a prophecy. To be told; never old. We are undead together and full of life. We are everything and nothing and everything in between. And we are an incantation of youth. We are; limitless. Nonesuch bewitchment nor black art or ill will. This was love as we hither to the schism of bliss. Away with all devilry; we are galaxies of heavens in our oddity. I hold you in my hands like a dragonfly who lets me. My dragon with fire that doesn't burn me. My butterfly who can hold my weight. My sea in the snow; my fire in the haze. My flowers in the dirt; my green in the concrete. Sail through my eyes. Bring me closer to another zenith. Give me your endless sensual voodooism. My muse I adore; forever more. She has taken me to that statuesque radiance.
The Heart of my Friend The wings of the butterfly are painted so unique With God painting them how am I to critique So vivid and beautiful as they float on the air Showing off their beauty but nothing to compare The mountains out west are so majestic and tall The colors are beautiful especially during the fall When the sun rays hit them they show all their might The colors so crimson when the sun goes down at night The colors of the rainbow before and after the rain Figuring out how God made it makes you wanna go insane From the red to the purple I know God had a plan He's painted the world with a perfectionist hand The heart of my friend is as beautiful as can be Like the wings of the butterfly it shows her beauty Like the mountains out west her colors so pretty at night Like the beauty of the rainbow it's reflected by the light God's touched my friends face with the tip of his brush Her smile like a monet and her voice is so plush You'll understand one day if she ever lives in your heart But I'm not sharing she's more precious than art There's no other heart like my friends this is true Her smile so amazing and her eyes so imbue She's one of Gods wonders and God sent her my way I'm so blessed to have her in my heart every day
Heart pounding Nervous feeling Overwhelming Deep breath to shake it Cold chill slivers down fast Beating against cage of heart Cage of body Cage of soul Legs begging to run Heart aching to be free Truth to self aching to be seen Sweet scent of dry savannah plains Sharp smell of thorny veins The aroma of Africa surrounds Scents sights sounds In these home is found Frustration mounts Captured leopard Bound Snarling at every motion made Scared but defiant Blinded by fear and rage Paws long for endless journeys On paths walked centuries ago For elegance in element A space all her own Where earth still bleeds red on horizon Morning and night Continuing the endless fight Fight for borderless freedom Everlasting sight The pale yellow green eyes Dismays the truth inside But tell the story Of wild soul Story to unfold
How To Sky First, get rid of the skis Grow very large and blue Do not confuse yourself with the sea Place your planet close enough to the sun (But not too close as you might burn) Gather the reflective angular light there It must be just right Almost prism like It is suggested; to have 78% nitrogen, 21% oxygen, mix argon gas and water Don't be afraid to use other gases with small solid particles, ash and pollen If you must use salt, make sure it comes from the ocean Hold these and other elements in the atmosphere This will highlight your day Surround yourself with clouds At night turn black and add a full moon That makes you look marvelous
STORM The calm waters edge Happily splashing the shore The look of the calm So happy and free The perfect place Anyone should want to be Thoughts of friends Family you wish to share this moment with The overwhelming feeling of joy A swirling in your mind The most amazing scene by mankind Displayed right before your eyes You want to cry At this feeling of pride The pride and love of what is in front of your eyes This epic moment Sun shining to the sea Such an amazing thing Between the rays of light on sea You see such godlike things This whole feeling bringing you to your feet For there is nothing like this This one thing The joy of this scene The warmth of the light beaming The feeling of being free This perfect view. As the sun slowly flows down You sit with it Staring at the sea Its depth amazing What it can hold All the life inside its depth The suns gleam Off this godly thing Makes you wonder How such a beautiful thing Exists in this world of death. The trees stir The sun now tucked away The ocean moves, calm as every other day Laying down by its edge You look towards the sky The stars slowly form Showing their light the moon takes the place As the cool new sun The crisp air of night Flooding your mind Making you lose track of time Drifting to sleep You awake in your dreams The same old scene Surrounds you Yet it is not the same joy The feeling is strange The sun is clouded Darkness making the ocean look grey What was once a nice day Has been shown to the side of decay The wind flows around But in a different tone The way it moves No, no something is wrong The once clear open sky Now looks to have drowned and died The soft ocean seems to turn tide Then the noise. There is nothing. The storms fury is coming Spin, turn, look for a escape Unable to hear yourself over the gale You shut your eyes and think of the time That time... The one with the nice breeze The one with the clear sky The one that made you cry Cry and cry Those tears of happiness and content The beautiful scene That beautiful time. the one that there was not a care in sight the one where stars where shown bright yes, yes once upon a time...
Suns ember through the tree. Life inside. Chakras blooming for spring.
wickery shadows palish yellow light reflects nest lonesome mistletoe * - An evening view of sunset through the wood line
Copyright © 2014 12.28,2014 Beaming into our eyes a beautiful sunrise. But birds still sing and humans cling. Clinging to hope still trying to cope. Cope with what was and is a sunrise to birds still a thrill. That beautiful sunrise fading from our eyes. by: lp//0830hrs Easter Standard Time
we live in an angelic world made by numbers all that i know that its made by nature stones fall and trees grow day by day we all grow together all along we live in a beautiful world we all rejoice together and bound together like leafs on a tree just like how they fall and die we can all do it some how we all have some one to lean on close our eyes and get lost in motion transition between man and nature we can all pull though sea is spinning around the world the rain comes and goes every time you see the snow comes a white light in our eyes we all grow with cakes and candles the old faces fade and so do the new but we all live in a beautiful world the sun rises every morning for some others have there backs turn but wats ever happed to our souls its happened to someone else so dont look back and grow old burn your anger not your soul just think that your still have this beautiful world were the sun will always smile in the morning at you every time i look around i see beautiful long green grass gliding objects all over my head and me and you together i know we can all live together as the light touches our hands we think of future plans so make me unstopperble
No one asked her to dance at their Prom that night It beggars belief in me, what's wrong with these guys Her beauty is all I see, personified within my sight To not even to approach, I'm in total amazed surprise Moving now to the present, although pasts have lived Paths of life have drawn us to be amidst of each other Recent discussions daily, our template to never sieve It beggars belief to me that others they would rather Now you have to be me to see to what my eyes declare Breathe with me to see, within politeness my eyes grace It beggars belief in me what's wrong with these guys stare To never to ask her to dance, their Prom, invited place <*> The night has finally arrived for my ask to come to light To see her standing there for my eyes to behold Draped against her tanned a dress that so delights My heart in pumping joy as our evening starts to unfold At the edge of our bed she stands, her beauty immaculate I offer my girl my hand as she smiles we begin to dance Hands to shoulder to waist, two in movement calculate Engrossed, absorbed, I'm caught, her scented fragrance Slowly our hands in roam, listening to 'The Flame' by 'Dare Eyes in glancing look, anticipating minds in thinking wish Lobe to necks now met, disheveled clothes reveal bare Our song now nears it's end, our hands in touching bliss <*> Buttons open straps in slide, shoulders where fingers walk Gravity about to be tested, soft cotton just can't resist Tongues like fencing epee's, when earlier they just talked Unison hand in hand, engrossed in naked to bare assist Covers turned lie silken sheets, rose petals sporadic adorn Two souls in facing look, kisses aplenty caressing touches Entwined in loving join, hips grinding torsos bourne Rhythmic writhing palms in palms, lovingly in clutches <*>
A Red Rose sticks out from between two stone, So bright this Rose that's blossoming here. Reaching between two great stones for a trickle of light, Pleading with it's petals like hands clasped praying. Such a curious and unique flower sits there. Across a stream that flits by unassuming, Content to flow by this beautiful rose trapped by stone, Reaching for light so that it may be free. The leaves have fallen and the sun is grown weak, It falls from the sky like it was fleeing the thought. That if it hung any longer it would not have the strength, to lay itself down to rest for the night. It has grown cold for my Rose; red and shaking as bits of snow lick at its petals on their way to the ground. Alas! The stones have lost their grip and the Rose starts to dip slowly toward the stream to escape in it's powerful current. As the Rose reaches the water's edge against the silent snow, Ice is all that awaits the Red Rose that has wilted in the cold. I step out of the wood and walk across the ice, That contains the powerful flow of water like a plexiglass prison. I have never met a stream so unassuming and ignorant To the beauty that is 'bout to be forever lost When as I'm bending to lift the frozen Red, Beautiful Rose The sun strikes up into the air like a match and burns with such white hot intensity That it melts the ice upon the stream. Where I stand. As I am swiftly swept away in the cool water, my eyes fall for a minute. on the Red Rose which has risen again: strong. and bright. and beautiful. Robert Dixon October 7th, 2011
It's morning time at Nornalup A new day, it is born The river flows so lazily Reflecting all the morn The Tingle trees on the other side So strong and silent, they As morning sun enhances them At the birth of each new day. I sit here on this little bench And watch the morning born I see it as it turns from night And heralds in the dawn Oh how that sleepy little river Reflects this morning show Of fluffy bushes, midst strong trees It gives them such a glow. A Kookaburra, how he laughs Awaking brand new day He flies above the lazy river As he goes upon his way He looks for something in the grass A snake, something to eat I sit here and enjoy this show It makes life so complete. Two ravens fly above my head And give out lonesome calls As brown ducks waddle here and there It's all so beautiful In this lovely paradise Beside the Frankland river Oh so much blessed harmony. This scene, it does deliver. 11 June 2013 @ 1404hrs.
The Dawn Dawn's drunken dragon yawns from his fiery bed slowly sending steam to rise salmon – peach Breathing hinted color upon darkened sky Lifting weary head ache he roars coral – copper glowing light and burps his pungent morning breath blazing fire engine red, burnt orange, sunburst golden flame firing sky awake Published: Red Fez
Sunrise Sunset Pink sky at morning sailors takes a warning Pink sky at night sailors delight. The morning sun gives way to a pink sky mixed with gray clouds. To let the sailors know a storm may be brewing at sea. As the sunrises high in the sky, the storm has left high and dry in the clouds that son will fall to night. As the sun does set the sky is pink once more this day. To let the sailors knows that the day will be delightful for them at sea. As they go out to sea the dark gives way to just a pretty pink Which is a wink for the sailors to see.
The poet leaves his winter study and roams around mountains and deep woods, The painter sold his pictures and is off to sketch on heath and highlands, The child runs through sun kissed meadows and across dusty golden commons, The lovers walk down country lanes and wander about each other, on mead's, The man of the road smiles as he knows the night will not be bitterly cold, The nightingale sings a haunting melody bringing tears to the lovers eyes, The trees swaying in a breeze an oak drops acorns, the child collects them, The mountains capped with snow unleashes a stream of fine words from the poet, The heath and highlands glow with beautiful greenery and the painter paints, The birds swoop from bough to bough the poet sees and he writes some prose, The man of the road listens to bird song his eyes mist bringing sad memories The evening sun falls behind the horizon a beautiful sunset the lovers kiss, The poet sees the sunset and writes about dark golden evenings and warm nights, The painter mixes yellow and black and that captures this wonderful picture, The boy leaves the woods to go home as it is nearly time for his evening meal, The man of the road lays down deep in the woods his overcoat is his blanket, The lovers walk arm in arm as the day darkens they make their way home slowly, The painter cleans his brushes and carefully lays down his canvas in the dark, The poet is happy he has written beautiful words he lays in his bed reflecting, The boy is fast asleep dreaming of the fantastic day he enjoyed in the woods, The six unconnected people that were unknowingly were connected sleep soundly.
In the woods the shadows fade as the sun falls away the darkness hides the trees inside the woods come alive. Hear the sounds the owls make as they hunt for their sake. Scattering feet running to hide little mice trying to fly the owls are hungry,its their time to eat and scare the shadows inside. Now the sun is opening up the darkness fades and the light shines the owls sleep and all is safe for the mice are scampering all around pleased to know they are safe and sound. Written by:©Betty Bolden
It's amazing to see you smile sweet beauty lights blushes warm the soul Looking behind the mirrors a reflection stares straight back at you love Sparkling in the mist when rainbow colors sprinkle magic precious gem
Let the sun dance on your bodies Dream, People, Dream Let the sun dance on your bodies A new song comes down the pike We'll be ready for it! Ready for it! Dream, people, dream Love is coming to you Listen to our music Listen to our music Let dawn dance Let dawn dance We'll find peace Dream, people, dream
Why would I swap? What have they, these men of wealth? What could they give to me I have the skies the clouds the rain I have eternity For I would live within this now Expecting naught at all Because this world, all by itself Is so, so beautiful. I see them with their dull, glum faces No hint of any smile And yet I'm supposed to envy them! With all their wealthy style No belly laughter comes from them Cause this be all dried up As for the joys of life itself They hardly fill the cup. While birds are singing in the trees And the stars shine bright at night While the flowers smell so wonderful And the birds give sweet delight! Oh, I could go on all day long Why would I want at all? When my world is oh, so beautiful And theirs seems oh, so cruel. 2 August 2013 @ 0740hrs.
There is a place, a magical wonderland that sits at the end of your mind, and everybody dead and living goes there when they are tired. It is a place that is special and is diffrent to stand to your approval. It is a nighttime wonder only open from eleven to five and you can only come, if you truely believe. It is a place where the streets are paved gold, peace runs through every corner and avenue, no jails, no hospitals because there is no crime and no sickness. The skies are always blue, and the clouds are all white, the sun is blazing hot and the woman all give you a wink of an eye and all blow you kisses, where the men want to be you, and where the women want to sleep with you. It is a nighttime wonder, a special place, in the back of your mind. It is real, not imaginary, nothing is fake about this place, this is where dreams come true, where there are no cancers, headaches, toothaches, no wars, no enemies, no hangovers, no schools, no politicians, no lawyers, no greed, no sin, no temptation, no demons or devils; everything is beautiful, and everything grand. A piece of Heaven on Earth. Everyone is happy, all with a smile on their face, not a frown in sight. Songs are sung with the most beautiful of voices and the sweetest of songs sung. This place is a nighttime wonder. When you tuck yourself under the sheets, grab your pillow, or girlfriend, or boyfriend husband or wife, or even your favorite stuffed friend, we all go to this special nighttime wonderland. A place of joy, a place of happiness, a place where you go to forget and enjoy, a mini vacation. Till that alarm clock's annyoing buzz comes on and pulls you out of that nighttime wonder and places you back into reality.
This and other things I write By God of Earth and Eden In this life I have a seat Bitter and sweet Heavy and light I will sit for a while but then I must buckle for my boat to set sail into the Island of Light. I will wrestle and wrestle despite those of them who think they know it all. And to them I must say 'I never forget a face but in your case I will be sad to make an exception'. Behold! I have a feeling Bitter and sweet Heavy and light that my life now has a beautiful meaning worthy of the struggle that with my hands I work and eat not to steal and smuggle. I have a feeling that my heart keeps sight Of what my mind conceals my mind tells me I am a knight so what? I reply. What of it? My heart is fragile and bleeding and keeps grist to the mill of it. I need to read, pray and weep and my tears are drifting As the autumn's leaves Have fallen and keep falling. My tears are trickling down But one day I will lie down and be at rest. After this coming cold winter I will rise up in the splinter With my steps up and up till I find the garden of spring. My life has a beautiful meaning In it I have a feeling Heavy and light bitter and sweet always worthy of the struggle. For as the sun hides behind the clouds and hides behind twilight and people on earth wonder Where has it gone? What have we done? The sun comes up with beautiful light and when the stars sparkle at night and people down ponder how far in the sky are the stars? Those giant eyes looking down on us They still come up with heavenly light. My life has a beautiful meaning In it I have a feeling Heavy and light bitter and sweet and always worthy of the struggle. Thus, I will keep doing what is proper I will keep doing what is right and sober I will keep looking for the invisible fountain Of love and life even in Parnassus Mountain. Chokri Omri
Buds of love bringeth thy breath Buds of love - on a sun shiny day The rosebuds bloom in the womb The womb of the soul in a sort of way Shines the sun - nourishing thy bud Awakening thee - to then be in bloom Gorgeous the flower to see with the iris Promotes the feelings of love if only to then see We perceive the beauty glorious to then be The roots of the flower we bring into view Saying I love you if then you only knew Walking paths of life if only then the clue Loving you my love a long stem is divine So are the climbers we planted on the fence To say that I love you dovoted I am and hence Forth each spring we grow such a flower To cherish our love everlasting, planting the seed And cultivate the weed - opposing the bad in life We love each other - morality, and so we do need Each loving moment we cherished with the bud Buds of love , we sought to mean to one another The love we endeavored to only each other The rosebuds bloom! And I love you forever Like the sun shining down upon my face Glowing a radiant hue of beautiful rays Still cultivating! The sky I then trace Looking too at colors of the rainbow, I see After the rain pours down , I oppose the blues Buds of love, your true love , I be And in the womb of my heart, I cherish This beautiful feeling that overwhelms me Each bud that blooms , blooms in my soul And my soul walks with you day by day I truly love you, This i can say So therefore buds of love I welcome I know in my heart they will bloom And the weed is disposed of Voila I'm on love!
In that moment. If I could hold you softly in my arms I'd tell you tales of mourning suns. I'd pull you close and inhale your musty scent and breathe you in till we are heaven sent. As the night-sky sun arcs around the earth it throws-up auroras like chaffs of fallen grain. We lie still in caves and wait in silence for the morning sun to come yet once again And in that cave we watch it rising. As it jerks up slowly and fills the horizon. Then surrounds itself perfection-round enclosed in an orb-ness of fiery sound. So we choose to make that moment. Momentarily we are in "sublime." So we fight to hold the moment those intimate moments held momentarily in time....... Anthony Kirk 26th Dec 2014
Flourishing leaves and solemn sunsets, Yield sensual feelings to never forget. A brisk moment of natural beauty, From an evening suns' casting duty. Staring in awe like a child's first snow, Gazing through panes in a bedroom window. A horizons' gold for eyes to behold, Dimming the earth with shadows so cold. Fine-ration the seconds, sweet-savor the sight. The slimming light beckons, just prior to night. -Yours Truly
Every morning my heart wakes up to find you. I dash from my bed and put on my slippers. I have driven miles just to see you. Many times with my camera in hand. It's a love affair that began when I was a little girl. Chasing sunrises and dreams. You never look the same to me. Every morning it's a new encounter. What will today bring? Will you be dressed in soft orange and lilac? Or perhaps a warm glowing amber? To not see you is to not live. To not see you is to not breathe, for you are my beloved sunrise and you belong to me. You set my day in motion. You set the tone of the creation. Without your input nothing would be the same. Don't ever let me wake up without you. If I oversleep please come and tap upon my window pane. Forever friends. You and me. Let us journey once again today. Let us hold hands and see the new opportunities. Laughter and complete silliness to sincerity and warmth. There will never be a friend that brings such calm to my soul as you my beloved sunrise. I tried to snap a photo of you, but you keep moving. Your beauty is too difficult to contain. Gwendolen Rix 11-4-14 2 Samuel 23:4 * And he shall be like the light of the morning when the sun rises, A morning without clouds, Like the tender grass springing out of the earth, By clear shining after rain.'
The sun beams down lighting up my face and warming my skin Coaxing my eyes shut to leave the physical world Letting the natural world fill my veins The wild wind refreshes my lungs Replenishing my whole inner being My mind goes to a wonderful place to take a break from the ever crazy reality My body begins to weigh down sinking into earths comforting ground Natures lullaby soothes me to drift off into unconsciousness The land of dreams and wonderful things, hopefully With nature surrounding me and cloaking me in divine bliss Only allowing the subconscious to bring to life beautiful scenes Flowered trees, fields of green, skies painted picture perfect blue, the air smells and tastes of honeydew, birds sing along to natures tune, the rivers move to the beat of Mother Nature's heart A natural awakening brings back my soul from its deep sleep Slowly uprooting my body from Mother Natures' loving grasp She infused me with her energy to help me through the unnatural world we live in I can't wait for the sun to coax me again to close my eyes and appreciate her beautiful essence once more
Long after the sun has set, and the moon has been out for sometime, and it is full, and a couple stars twinkle with no remorse, the sky is dark purple and blue. The headlights from hotrods shine through my living room window, as I sit there listening to the classical station on the radio and I sit hunched over my typewriter, a cigarette hanging from my mouth, a half bottle of red wine at my possession. I look at the clock upon the wall, 11:45 P.M. Ah, midnight is almost here. Midnight, the turn of a new day, as I sit there I breath in, feel my heart skip a beat, I turn to the radio and click it off. the classical nocturne of Chopin disappears into thin air. I put out my cigarette, cork the bottle of wine. I type one last poem, before the end of the night, before the night goes away into the past. Then I think to myself, Goodbye old day, oh, what memories I created along with the shining of the sun? Then I write about the midnight slowly approaching, slowly climbing to the zero hour, the hour of: a new day, a new hour, a new life, a new start, a new woman, a new adventure, a new everything, a new anything, a new politician, a new choice of lunch, a new walk around the block, a new time, a new day, a new sun, and a new moon, and after a new day, a new night, and another midnight, and a new cigarette with be lit, a new bottle of wine will be open, and drunk with responsibility, and all will be good and everything with come into place, with a new day, and a new life, a new midnight. The start of a night soon will come. It is now 11:52 P.M. I've been writing for seven minutes, eight more minutes till a new day, till a new beginning! I'm tired, I'm going to bed. Have a goodnight.
Mysteries of the great colorful sky, your body's aura maybe seeing Noticing the birds flying above, feeling the earth's entire being. Of the warm bodied bright sun, upon feeling the beautiful rays I could be staring off in space, being here feeling them for days. Knowing I might not come back, I reach up in the air so high To endeavor touch the white clouds, clear as the open sky. An inspired free willed warrior, the greatness of the open The pleasure to be free as him, the sky's rule to be golden. With the blazing sun shining over, space where he was born Space which has been timelessly frozen, he was created to lorn. Left aside becoming quite lonely, this warrior made up his mind To leave it as it was, the world leaving him to search and to find. Upon the great discovery of himself, this sun warrior in space Leaving loneliness aside, the warrior now maybe scoring an ace. The fire compassion from within, this warrior that came to be The sun inspired warrior of truth, has come to make it history. Freely roaming this open space, this warrior coming to realize Being free with out some one, the space now hearing his cries. This warrior now wishing for a friend, maybe just like you His lonely wish to have a companion, came undoubtedly true. Not so alone with his buddy, traveling space joined together Not with any care in the galaxy, for he's not having any more anger. Once a lonely warrior, making the very best of the smallest things Now becoming free together, spreading the most beautiful wings.
You are a beautiful thing. A very beautiful person. If only you could see, You are, to me, more important than anything. You are, my love. My best friend. You are the smile on my face, the sun in my sky, the light to my day. You are a beautiful person. Through thick and thin, is what we've been. And i guess we are just lucky, lucky to have each other. You are the best there is out there. Regardless of what you may think, You are a beautiful person. inside and out. With the things that you say. The things that you wear, How you feel, and what you think. My my, are you unique. You are the smile on my face. The sun in my sky. You are the light to all my days. You are a beautiful person, In many, many ways.
The grey mass that makes all kinds of shapes Laying on the meadow grass looking upward Life has no strings attached it's a wireless cord Life is not easy but at the end we will receive our reward Being next to the one we love which is our lord Far away in the distant air Floating free with not a single care Sitting in a chair with all despair Watching the clouds and butterflies having an affair So beautiful as the sun begins to set all we can do is stare One with the sky as the wind blow On the earth the descend and flow During trouble times they come together and become dark and grow Even after the sun rays find there way through on the earth they glow For us everyday they put on a different show Looking up in amazement we clap in our hearts from below Always floating quiet and never loud No matter how many are in the sky they never seem to crowd They are all together as one and together they are proud It's a beautiful life to live…the life of a cloud
They say never stare at the sun, but I can't bare to look away, Even if it leaves me blind for the rest of my days. I stare solemnly until the sun explodes on the horizon and dark grows the sky. Its light dies down but however does not cease. It's almost as if it cannot bare to say goodbye, So it spreads itself across the darkness piece by piece. Stars or so they are called light up the way at night. They have a way of causing my heart to ignite, And set it ablaze with a burning desire. I feel lifted as if my heart is soaring higher. That is when I feel the warmth of your skin, And I realize now after all this time where I have been. I now realize all I have seen does not reside in the sky, For my sun and stars live in one place and that is in your eyes.
that painting i look at every day. god i wish i was there. the beautiful orange leaves falling everywhere. an old house just calling my name. in the middle of nowhere. i close my eyes and imagine the breeze. it feels cool, i start to sneeze. the clouds are moving to the west. i lay down a blanket and watch the sun set. the sun goes down as my phone rings. i'm back at the office my dream is gone. i look at the painting whistfully, i'll be back. i start to loose focus, there i am, under that tree. staring at the clouds as leaves fall around me. snap, back at the office again. until tomorrow my beautiful friend.
I wake to the crisp winter air I feel the wind so cool in the night My soul seems to want to take flight I hear the lonely winds so cool in the clouds the birds chirp a song to waken the others two hungry shadows lurk in the breeze So dark this morning in time waiting for the sun to rise I hear scampering around the tree's Hoping to hear your voice hoping to see your hand in my day seeing the shadows keeps me longing for your embrace The sun rises and the leaves seem crisp ready for snow this morning the clouds are grey and the wind seems to have went away. I close my eyes and see the sun the sun shines deep in my soul waiting for my master to take control. Written by©Betty Bolden 11-11-04
...And one day my prince charming would come and hold my hand and dance me around would take me up and up and up to the frosted and beautiful folds of cloud through folds he'll take me to the heaven where the birds would chitter and chatter around and the waves would play a soft music the winds would make a rapturous sound the sky would shower exuberant colours milky, creamy, snowy and pure combined to give spirited emotions leading us to the infinite tenure of cheering and jovial time of life and leading us to a promising hope that life would bring joys and beams have faith in God,dont leave the rope of silverline and lots of trust of courage, aspire, desire, support believe that love wont fail and sink our lives are meant to be one and whole me and prince would dance along till the night is passed and the sun is dawned till the sun is set and the night is borned and that very night is permanently prolonged My life will change to a wonderland all the blessings will be combined and summed my life will sing a beautiful song and one day my prince charming will come
Nothing more than a simple weed As far as the flowers go A bashful beauty from a windblown seed Who catches the early show Its beauty shines before the sun comes up Admired by the moon It paints the earth with beautiful colors But leaving way too soon It lives its life while tethered together Like a chaingang on a vine But one by one it starts to bloom Before the sun can shine For a flower that's not a flower at all But enchanting to me indeed There's nothing like the morning glory The world's most beautiful weed
Rounding Out Reality Rounding out reality Dreams fall down on columned nights Walls fade in golden mist Swirl into the clarity of day A kiss is tangible in the distance Flavored vapors and water come From the last midnight rain engagement Came and went away with sleep, pure with sentiment Sweet sense and fragrances of forest clearing Corridors of trees lead on the wind Solid as concrete love, white, with water droplets Paths circle on themselves to find a clearing in the forest There is nothing more fragile than my love Holding on to her is like holding onto time Sleep rounds out the walls of reality A golden light on forest green One soft spot of ground to lay a blanket down And with my love round out reality
When the sky is blue, and a sea of white snow litters the ground the one romantic an beautiful thing to witness is a winter's sunset. As the last of the Sun's beautiful glow plays hide and seek behind snow covered hills, and leafless trees, it is a true sight to see, but then you feel sad, for it only lasts a moment; then it is all gone. appreciate such a beautiful thing as a sunrise or a sunset, no matter what season it may be, to witness such beauty is a true gift of freedom. .2.3.2014.
Blue Bird All alone inside of my magical little paradise called my mind is an peaceful and quiet, the sun is like a gentle kiss on the cheek, and the people are just so warm and friendly but watch out because if you open your eyes everything you once knew will be gone. This magical little realm has an bloody little twist to it. The sun that was once as comforting as an warm blanket was in fact the glistening moon and the empty black sky, and the people are now all blood thirsty monsters that are no longer affected by the sun light are now out for blood. I run to escape the sickening but yet oh so enticing scent of blood and failure, I run to escape the screams of those who's lives were cut just too short, and I run to escape the sight of the undead, blood thirsty zombies who are on the hunt for others to join their group. I'm running, running to safety and security but all the time there's nothing but pit falls and traps. I'm running and success isn't that far away but just then I see prince charming I stop and become distracted by his promising words but just then he too becomes a monster. I scream and try to run but I just can't you trap me in fire and I can't escape. My mind goes numb, I can feel the darkness further enclose around me, my mind goes blank, and I forget about everything. On the inside I'm screaming, fighting, kicking to get away but on the outside I'm a love sick puppy. I know I'm stronger than this but there's something about you that I just can't get over. Just as the darkness seems to grow closer an light appears and an blue bird fights off my nightmare monster and takes me back to my snowy paradise where I'm safe and at peace and I continue my lonely dark and cold path to my brightly lite future with the little blue bird by my side reminding me that I am and will forever be loved by both my family, people who actually care about me, and god.
Wandering with friends through romantic and enchanting scenery the sun shines down on us, The day is cool and clear each step on spongy mossy ground makes us feel as light as the air, Finding our way along banks of a winding stream with each turn a fresh scene of loveliness, This beautiful walk gladdens the eyes and charms the heart as nature is shows us her pictures. While looking at these beautiful canvases of nature it is very hard to choose which is the best, And looking at the glowing landscape a friend points towards a display of even more beauty, In this scene there is nothing to say but just look at what is around us each turn makes us glow, We feel the happiness of nature unfolding her gifts and you just know she has a winsome smile. And as we walk further along a summer glade we nestle deeper into the bosom of mother earth, Mountains and cowslips and the good old daisies join the purple heather laid out like a carpet. The feeling is that nature is not exhausted yet she has many more treasures waiting to unfold, As the dancing stream bubbles along and winds round an impending rock a surprise awaits us. There is a scene so grand and wondrous that makes us silent and we are chained together in awe, It seems up to this time a handmaid have been leading us through the porch and into the hallway, Now we have arrived we have entered the chamber itself and stood face to face with our host, Once more nature has opened her house to all her guests and hung forth her richest draperies. The scenery before us now makes goose bumps rise on our arms and raises hair on our necks. The sun shines brightly on the waters and the brown watered stream turns into a river of gold, The land stretched out before us a radiant green that met the turquoise sky on the far horizon, The caressing breezes carry delicious smells and scents it's a new spring everything is awake.
~ Dream Big ~ It is hard to believe Sixteen years have passed Since the day you were born A bundle of joy The apple of your Dad's eyes Your Mom's little princess Her baby girl I knew it then and I know it now You are special Always will be The sky has no limit Neither does the Stars, Sun or Moon You will go far I know you will Be who you want to be and ~ Dream Big ~ Over the years you have grown Into a beautiful young lady Full of love Compassion and Kindness I love you so very much The sky has no limit Neither the Stars, Sun nor Moon You will go far I know you will Be who you want to be and ~ Dream Big ~ Here is to you One of the most beautiful girls I the world While some may say I am partial to you I know it is true Just keep being you The sky has no limit Neither the Stars, Sun nor Moon You will go far I know you will Be who you want to be and ~ Dream Big ~ It's your sweet sixteen However nothing is as sweet as you I love you so much I love you like my own You will always be The apple of your Daddy's eyes Your Mom's little princess Her baby girl Yet you are growing up so quick I wish nothing but the best for you I believe in you The sky has no limit Neither the Stars, Sun nor Moon You will go far I know you will Be who you want to be and ~ Dream Big ~ Happy Birthday Michelle Love Aunt Jean
I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her memory. It was a dark and very sad time and I miss her so much. The Invisible Man poems are supposed to to show the the darkness of my world, the way I felt. They are very precious to me. Thank you for reading. The invisible man goes behind the stores looking for some food, by then he has had enough the bitterness and hate. He thinks if he has happy thoughts he will be happy. It seems its always a warm spring day when I walk with you down my memory lane, I remember always holding hands with you as we smile and walk down there again, The sun is shining brightly with flowers budding along the pathways of the past, Pointing out little birds and beautiful wild flowers are my memories that last, No clouds dare to mar the sun's watery glow, which melts into skies of soft blue, No shadows would dare to mask the sun when I'm walking back in time with you, From those long ago golden times I remember only happiness and never any tears, Those were the most beautiful days of my life, the sweetest of all my many years, For a short while I forget my loneliness the dreadful loss the hurting and the pain, It's always spring and happiness when we hold hands skipping down old memory lane. Thinking of the past makes him so very sad, sadness that comes from deep within, A wrenching passion that makes him lower his head into his coat to hide his warm, tears that uncontrollably drip from his gaunt cheeks and splash on his ruined shoes. Nasty bullying men taunting him and pointing out what he already knows that he is a cancer on society that he stinks worse than the garbage he rummages through and would better off dead.He shuffles past these people and leans on a wall Invisible sobs loudly he can't stop. All the pain and constant sadness is too much so he goes to a supermarket and buys some, cheap booze to ease the pain. He queues with his bottle of cheap vodka his face still wet with tears. Everyone moves from his queue to another one Invisible cannot get out of the shop quick enough. He sits on a bench in the shopping center and begins to drink. The more he drinks the quieter the taunts are. Darkness hides him in neon light his sadness is now bearable.He sits with his bottle between his legs and just stares at the floor and as the booze disappears so does Invisible.
Brown eyed beautiful lady, dark skin glistening as the sun there shines. sweet smile, glorious eyes, making a cake with a beautiful smile, icing on her nose she laughs for a while, laughing and smiling like kids at play, the day well spent with a brown eyed beautiful lady. New year to remember, as the sun gave way its glistening shine, shining on her beauty divine, pretty as the morning, I look as she comes through the door, I stare in the moment, she captivates me like an angel, I get lost even farther as I look in the eyes of the brown eyed beautiful lady
This is your time, Do you see that this is your time? The rain has united with the sun and when it falls it shall bring water to the Earth. The sun will cast colors as the rain falls. The beauty that will be seen, will be across the sky. Seems that the Birds would taste the sprinkles of the water, as they pass the bright colors of the bow that is placed in the sky. This is your time to shine. The sky will unite with clouds, and cause an beautiful array, of whiteness, for all to see. This is your time, to stand and be free. The wind has united with the gentle breeze, this will cause the mixing of aroma that will ride along the gentle breeze. The smell so free and sweet. Twirl and swirl upon the warm breeze. This is your time to breath. The air will be sweet, and damp. This is your time, to dance. The Earth will cause music to flow through the trees, Can you hear the sound? Listen to all that is clean and new. The uniting of nature, that is so crisp, it is safe here. You will only be seen through the glass covered sky, Seen by his eye. This is your time, Twirl, and dance, feel the earth between you toes. Twirl, sweetness. Let, the woes, diminish. You are so beautiful here. So very lovely. This is you, this is forever. You are united here, with your creator. He can hear you without speaking. This is your time to smile. This is your time to become who the Lord wants you to become. Quietness, will fill your being, united. Peaceful and still. Let the wind Blow through you. This is your time, So lovely so pure. SarahL. Bowman
You are the most beautiful love of our lives You make the heat of the sun soothing to the skin You make the fear of the storm a simple excuse You make the lightning an thunder sound like music You are the dream of every young heart around You are the console of many pilots of peaceful landing You are the plaque in the hearts of men of valour You are the stitch in time after the strong tear Here is the beef sun dried and peppered to your taste Here is the carrot watered and gardened to your table Here is the bread cake of the nation fresh and sweet Here is the temptation, wizardry and subtle witchcraft Of the villain lurking on the verges of your conscience But shielded by the beautiful love shining forth A light to the narrow minded people from yonder A pride of a nation and a prop to democratic points But do not slander the cracked feet of the Nomads But do not neglect the artisans and their workman-ships But do not suffer the wisdom of the ancestors here And betray the most beautiful trust reposed in you
Wandering with friends through romantic and enchanting scenery the sun shines down on us, The day is cool and clear each step on spongy mossy ground makes us feel as light as the air, Finding our way along banks of a winding stream with each turn a fresh scene of loveliness, This beautiful walk gladdens the eyes and charms the heart as nature is shows us her pictures. While looking at these beautiful canvases of nature it is very hard to choose which is the best, And looking at the glowing landscape a friend points towards a display of even more beauty, In this scene there is nothing to say but just look at what is around us each turn makes us glow, We feel the happiness of nature unfolding her gifts and you just know she has a winsome smile. And as we walk further along a summer glade we nestle deeper into the bosom of mother earth, Mountains and cowslips and the good old daisies join the purple heather laid out like a carpet. The feeling is that nature is not exhausted yet she has many more treasures waiting to unfold, As the dancing stream bubbles along and winds round an impending rock a surprise awaits us. There is a scene so grand and wondrous that makes us silent and we are chained together in awe, It seems up to this time a handmaid have been leading us through the porch and into the hallway, Now we have arrived we have entered the chamber itself and stood face to face with our host, Once more nature has opened her house to all her guests and hung forth her richest draperies. The scenery before us now makes goose bumps rise on our arms and raises hair on our necks. The sun shines brightly on the waters and the brown watered stream turns into a river of gold, The land stretched out before us a radiant green that met the turquoise sky on the far horizon, The caressing breezes carry delicious smells and scents it's a new spring everything is awake.
The sun never sets the same way twice But even if it did, I'd still call it beautiful every time. He says "I am normal." Even if he were, I would still call his soul beautiful every time.
What is wrong this morning? I know something is not right The sun and the moon together And not letting go of the night And the flowers look so sad And the birds don't want to sing Just a dark gloomy shadow That's covering over everything Ever the rain refuses to fall So the trees can quench their thirst But no one else can see this It only exist in my universe And the world stuck on pause And at that moment I can tell? That beautiful my sweet heart Got the flu and not feeling well She's such an angel to me Just a joy to the world A gift to humanity And still such a down to earth girl I try to got out side And the day just stands till For how can you go about life? Knowing the one you love is ill I saw on the news storms here All the roads are blocked off But I've more important things on my mind Like did she takes her Vicks 44 for her cough I wish I was there to take care of her To make some chicken soup Trinidad style To chase away that bad cold And bring back her beautiful smile Hey you don't look at me like that I know all of you will do the same For when the one you loves feels down You, ill do anything to make them well again So I will try to survive these days Through the snow, storm, and shivering Until I see the blue sky, the sun and the rain It's how I know my sweet hearts feeling well again
A beautiful sunset, a painted picture in the sky. The clouds dared to take it away, but the sun shone through over this breathtaking horizon, I always knew with you, there would be a reason. I always believed in you, my heart whispers you are speaking the truth. I find blithe safety and trust in thee... please don't ever leave me. You'd miss this beautiful sunset, our memories you'd soon forget, would you want to risk that all? Giving up everything for nothing... who'd be there to help you up if ever you took a fall? Who'd be there, but me?... Who'd remember it all?... A cold wind sets in, I search for you... A ray of sun finds a sparkle of hope inside of my heart, I see you standing still, proud, and tall. There you are. A butterfly in my soul, how happy, how joyful. With this one last sunset before the end of our time, it paints a beautiful picture across the sky. Forever a butterfly fluttering, enchanting in my mind. And so you fly away, transforming in the light. Tears stream down my face, a broken heart, a sad goodbye. We will soon be together again, a promise until the end. Love will last forever, forever will find us in the end.
Such beauty is something one must never forget. The smells, sounds, sunsets at the ocean side. Sitting on a beach towel on the warmed sands with a big umbrella shading from the sun of the day. Now evening has come the sun is setting across the ocean. The warm summer breeze blowing bringing the rippling of the blue waves sloshing against the rocks on the beach. Sky is now being lite up with colors of the rainbows. As she sits watching the sun looking now like a big, red beach ball, ready for someone to toss it about. Breath taking to see such a beautiful site from God. Than sets the sun, and up comes the moon lighting up the darken beach with such beautiful light, showing all that has now been swept on to the sands from the gentle waves, far out shells, crabs, jelly fish, star fish, lobsters. So the night ends with her picking up shells, putting them into her bag, folding her towel, putting down the umbrella. Taking one last walk across the sands wet with the tides, knowing tomorrow she will be back to see it all again.
Its been there Always has Since first we fell in two The ache to open the secret Let this beautiful love Be public view I can say it in hushed tones Always wary of stray eyes Always eager to see I want to shout it from the hilltops But my heart is sellotaped closed No one knows I am loved for me People fall upon me Look away Sorrowful conclusions on their face I want to tell them If only you knew My tender place I often dream of it Packing up our bags Watching our clothes huddled close inside Wondering what it will be like On the other side of this secret With no more secrets to hide Walking hand in hand For the very first time Feeling the hot sun on our skin Being greeted as a couple Nothing would make me more happy To be acknowledged as the love next to him Walking along the beach Just as the sun is setting Looking at a sleepy blue sky Holding his hand in mine In the freedom of Cephallonia Trying so hard not to cry We would dance Our forbidden bones Excited by the touch of the sand Nestling between our toes Encouraging us To embrace this beautiful land As tired eyes emerge We walk the sun kissed Breathing in every beautiful breath of the sea My heart is at last Shouting from every hilltop This is Cephallonia, My Love and Me...
Beneath the trees feel the light wind breeze. A truly bright powerful sun comforts me. Shines upon with grace, such warm embrace. As I gaze into the beautiful blue sky, I just breathe with such ease. Is this my reprieve or am I released.
What a beautiful place It's so peaceful, no sound, there isnt a trace Cool wind blows against my face I wish i can stay here forever I just wont leave, ever Here my thoughts float off into the sky I spread my arms out to fly Looking down below, I feel so high The rays of sun shine down on me Untill darkness falls, they're for me to see Glimmering stars begin to shine In the darkness peace is still mine The bright orange sun is rising, far far away I smile because I can have another peaceful day 4th floor balcony, what a beautiful place
FOOLS The sun is warm high up in the sky----- Too beautiful a day for men to die. Still they do each passing day----Tell me why? The sun is high up in the sky and its rays show me what man has done. It's done under this sun so high in the sky.. To beautiful a day for men to die. Done… done… done ….Why? Why? Why?
12:30 a.m.: Wednesday I spoke in silent awe as I watched the sun breathe its final breath, creating a beautiful silhouette which sat parallel to me. She laid her gentle voice upon my ears, as she sat comfortably beside my thoughts. We spoke of generalized topics such as hobbies that turned to addictions. Mine: The soft caress of a woman who could hold my heart with out fear of dropping it. Hers: The sudden rush of learning of a person's person through their vocal discussions. 5:45: The night stood still; frozen, in the course of the mental love we were about to make.. Our discussions lasted for what seemed as endless hours, only to be realized as a brief moment in time. She took me to heaven through her words And soothed my aching heart with the memories I've most wanted: Her and I, together again, yet for the first time. 9:36: Dew drops formed a symbolic ballet for the dance we'd made through our verbal affections during the hours past.. Never had I known such a love as the presence peacefully presented before me though it felt as if we had met in a lifetime earlier than the current. Her angelic appeal aroused the blackest depths of my mind, grasping me beautifully as the night does the moon. I reached for the night sky, piecing together our own constellation with hopes that it would draw the perfect idea for her of us, everlasting and asked if it pleased her so. She replied: "So long I've waited to meet another soul as divine as yours. I've been blessed to find you through the journey I've traveled for so long now. Waiting, wanting…to find a perfect balance for my scale of love and here, we sit." 11:25: The horizon screamed of the apparent day break and our eventual departure coming ahead.. Our hearts palpitated vigorously at the evident knowledge, soon enough, our words would run out and the conversation would cease. I expressed my fear of lonliness and failure in love only to find a daunting but pleasing laughter glistening before me. She uttered the sharpest reality that "in time, lonliness and failure coexist with love and success....in time, the world is our playground." With time soon running out, the most important question I never thought to ask: what is your name? She rose, gracefully as a true angel does and with the sweetest voice, she echoed ...Faith As I woke from a slouching position from that same park bench as before from what seemed to be the cruelest, Yet most beautiful dream Just as the sun rose at Noon.
As I lay, the world around me alive yet hushed, time rests still to let the mind catch up with it. A night sky with one sea of clouds and the sun reflecting monsters created by accident lays still. While these beautiful monsters, in their size, kill the grass they stand on, their beauty takes away breath from all living things. Soon the sun will cease to shine on the melancholy above us. The waters will recede back into the horizon as the sun wakes up to shine on flowers abroad 'till it is bored of sitting in these flowers and goes off to explore all the other wondrous designs once shown in Eden upon soft pedals of gentle, yet plagued life. Songs of sorrow come from the ones left in the presence of one mightier than the sun until the beautiful monster comes again with his deadly stomp. Watching, wandering, and wondering, the sun asks, "How is this death so glorified. Do none wish to grow, or do they confuse north and south?" The fish calm, the waves roar to the horizon in understanding. As this reality becomes my fantasy-I live in this world that men before me have created.
a year each time, we must wait for warm climate the world creates, the singing birds and the apple trees so, full of wonders and covered in leaves how can one world make such beautiful things? At summer time the world just sings, holiday sun and fun, fun times it's coming soon if you see the signs, hanging with friends and dips in the pool a little bit of freshness to keep you cool, little beach hut and sand and sea a little world that is perfect for me, sun tan lotion for the browning skin how can this beautiful world be full of sin? Gentle waves lapping at my toes, like a little secrets no one knows buzzing bees and butterflies flapping there wings so they can fly, waking up in summer is a beautiful dream with no more cold that can be mean, and the massive sun that now just shines we are in the worlds most beautiful design.