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online today!My Celestial Lover
Dreamy goddess of distance and romance
Far beyond my lonely world do you reign
In fields of wild flowers watch floating dance
Your flowing headress made of daisy chain
Long days working in fields of dusty haze
A farmer's life tilling the good brown earth
At first evening star I rest and will gaze
Fruits of my labor bring to you such mirth
Every sunrise I greet with great pleasure
Your graceful perfections smile down on me
Thankful each season's for fullest measure
Smile back into your soft radiant eyes
Great Ceres make multiple my hay bales
Run wild the foxes with flamming tails
Far beyond my lonely world do you reign
In fields of wild flowers watch floating dance
Your flowing headress made of daisy chain
Long days working in fields of dusty haze
A farmer's life tilling the good brown earth
At first evening star I rest and will gaze
Fruits of my labor bring to you such mirth
Every sunrise I greet with great pleasure
Your graceful perfections smile down on me
Thankful each season's for fullest measure
Smile back into your soft radiant eyes
Great Ceres make multiple my hay bales
Run wild the foxes with flamming tails
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
A sonnet in tribute to the great Goddess Ceres.....she's so lovely!!!
Waiting Angel
Quietly an angel waits for you there
Can't you see the light glowing in the dark
Even if you don't show it lets be fair
You weren't serious I was just your lark
Stirring winds blowing bringing times of change
Rains have passed gentle winds blew clouds away
Once at a distance no longer feels strange
Tides keep moving back and forth changing days
In a distance standing tall solid ground
Fear is not mine determination claimed
Not to be crossed over I'll go around
To leave my imprint in the ground life stained
Giving up is what my angel waits for
Always with hope given she will wait more
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Can't you see the light glowing in the dark
Even if you don't show it lets be fair
You weren't serious I was just your lark
Stirring winds blowing bringing times of change
Rains have passed gentle winds blew clouds away
Once at a distance no longer feels strange
Tides keep moving back and forth changing days
In a distance standing tall solid ground
Fear is not mine determination claimed
Not to be crossed over I'll go around
To leave my imprint in the ground life stained
Giving up is what my angel waits for
Always with hope given she will wait more
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
When I was younger I felt so big and important. As if I was the whole world. With time that has passed by I have humbly learned that I play such a small part in this huge world. And everyday that is given to me I except the challenge to try and make it better than the day before.online today!A Hidden World
Hiding in tall grasses a world unseen
Pass creatures over and under the ground
Only visible to sight very keen
In the slightest indentation or mound
So life exists which we're barely aware
No appreciation or knowledge gains
A living world as if not even there
Under marching feet which only disdains
Clever creation works in small places
Against unconscious attempts to destroy
Look closely again at Queen Anne's laces
Many creatures living there to enjoy
Down the dark tunnels dug in the grasses
On hands and knees...magnifying glasses
Pass creatures over and under the ground
Only visible to sight very keen
In the slightest indentation or mound
So life exists which we're barely aware
No appreciation or knowledge gains
A living world as if not even there
Under marching feet which only disdains
Clever creation works in small places
Against unconscious attempts to destroy
Look closely again at Queen Anne's laces
Many creatures living there to enjoy
Down the dark tunnels dug in the grasses
On hands and knees...magnifying glasses
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Rediscovering an incredible abundence of life right out there in a field of tall grass, a hidden world which 99.9 % of us have maybe never seen...well perhaps since our own childhood.
We'll say no 'goodbyes'.
If thou loved, then love's not lost,
despite the breath that's ceased to be.
Fond oceanic joys secure the memory,
although on grief-stricken seas toss'd,
earth's soft pillow cradles thy noble head
and calms the storm that tormented thee.
Now, a life retraced shall immortal be,
in sweet silence that around thee spread,
tho' sad-eyed tears count the cost.
Courage with stronger heart may say
to heaven; we've given the best of day,
where love's love shalt ne'er be lost,
Thus to redeem from oblivion e'er we will
remembered years, bathed in sunlight still.
despite the breath that's ceased to be.
Fond oceanic joys secure the memory,
although on grief-stricken seas toss'd,
earth's soft pillow cradles thy noble head
and calms the storm that tormented thee.
Now, a life retraced shall immortal be,
in sweet silence that around thee spread,
tho' sad-eyed tears count the cost.
Courage with stronger heart may say
to heaven; we've given the best of day,
where love's love shalt ne'er be lost,
Thus to redeem from oblivion e'er we will
remembered years, bathed in sunlight still.
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
A sonnet written on the death of a friend, for in the sweet by and by, we'll meet again.online today!Penniless Bench
With a broken body and broken mind
Hobbles crippled into the park to sit
Daily watch feeding some crumbled old bread rinds
To a few friendly birds he'd never quit
Tattered clothing old and out of fashion
A rough, hard weathered look upon his face
His are endless days without much passion
While Passerbys glance away in disgrace
Long ago wounded and now most forgetful
His body wrecked with the passing of time
A great victory no less merciful
Listen every noon the church bells still chime
Pitiful sight whose clothes have such a stench
Sits a great hero on Penniless Bench
Hobbles crippled into the park to sit
Daily watch feeding some crumbled old bread rinds
To a few friendly birds he'd never quit
Tattered clothing old and out of fashion
A rough, hard weathered look upon his face
His are endless days without much passion
While Passerbys glance away in disgrace
Long ago wounded and now most forgetful
His body wrecked with the passing of time
A great victory no less merciful
Listen every noon the church bells still chime
Pitiful sight whose clothes have such a stench
Sits a great hero on Penniless Bench
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Reflective of many , old and downtrodden folks who have once servedin wartime only to be left behind by an ungrateful nation. Sad but all
too true.....
Byegone London.
It was a time when local dialects rang,
to the dulcet sounds of 'cockney' slang,
conversely then, cinemas spoke not a word,
yet, a time, when its softer voice was heard,
Oxford Street, Oh! there in windows fine,
one saw manaquins, displaying exquisite crinoline
and in the self-same place exhibiting thus,
Top Hat and Tails in Haut Couture ubiquitus,
and such, on open carriages velours rare,
doyens seated, amidst the solitude of care,
neither speach nor thought they need apply,
such their quietude, nursed stars on high,
One moment brief they ensconced would be,
immune, from Hades World and its insanity.
to the dulcet sounds of 'cockney' slang,
conversely then, cinemas spoke not a word,
yet, a time, when its softer voice was heard,
Oxford Street, Oh! there in windows fine,
one saw manaquins, displaying exquisite crinoline
and in the self-same place exhibiting thus,
Top Hat and Tails in Haut Couture ubiquitus,
and such, on open carriages velours rare,
doyens seated, amidst the solitude of care,
neither speach nor thought they need apply,
such their quietude, nursed stars on high,
One moment brief they ensconced would be,
immune, from Hades World and its insanity.
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
A sonnet on construction, highlighting how we all too often? wax lyrical about bygone days, yet in general, it was far from the truth, hopefully, the closing couplet focuses the condradiction to the previous twelve lines.online today!Love's Incalescent Fool
Watch and wait things will always get hotter
Sooner or later love will turn around
What grass really grows greener and wetter
Grass over the fence or all over town
What can be argued in and of itself
Stop, think about what you already know
To even change one thing about myself
Is when your love is only 'just for show'
Searching halfway across the universe
Hoping to find what was already found
How can anyone of us just converse
When speaking faster than the speed of sound
When all you can say is all you just heard
Better believe you are being absurd
Sooner or later love will turn around
What grass really grows greener and wetter
Grass over the fence or all over town
What can be argued in and of itself
Stop, think about what you already know
To even change one thing about myself
Is when your love is only 'just for show'
Searching halfway across the universe
Hoping to find what was already found
How can anyone of us just converse
When speaking faster than the speed of sound
When all you can say is all you just heard
Better believe you are being absurd
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Love just is.....it doesn't just pretend to be....To a Lady.
Through many a fertile glimmering glade,
far removed from life's harsh noisy throng,
with noiseless art, gold sandled made,
She, in whispering time, gracefully glides along
sun-filled hours in vitues soft velvet purse,
floating floats, like meandering streams quiet sigh,
that mocks the cynics uncouth social intercorse,
where dwells dishonour in tunnelled visioned eye,
She, unknown to guile, walks in beauty of the soul
amid slumbering stars and 'Elysian Fields' lush lea,
bestow love's love, away from waring man's control,
thus riches of the heart, flourish in her sanctuary,
this love, cupped where soft breast's ever wean
each new sprung dawn, with flowering hopes unseen.
far removed from life's harsh noisy throng,
with noiseless art, gold sandled made,
She, in whispering time, gracefully glides along
sun-filled hours in vitues soft velvet purse,
floating floats, like meandering streams quiet sigh,
that mocks the cynics uncouth social intercorse,
where dwells dishonour in tunnelled visioned eye,
She, unknown to guile, walks in beauty of the soul
amid slumbering stars and 'Elysian Fields' lush lea,
bestow love's love, away from waring man's control,
thus riches of the heart, flourish in her sanctuary,
this love, cupped where soft breast's ever wean
each new sprung dawn, with flowering hopes unseen.
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
A sonnet to the best of womanhood.online today!Some Summer Eve
Take a beachside stroll on a starlit night
Under canopy of a silver moon
Walking along with your eyes gleaming bright
Thinking of a good harvest coming soon
Given to me these long days of summer
When many fragrant flowers fill the fields
All around the boathouse lights will hummer
Thousands of hungry moths with shiny shields
Gently the tall grasses bend and quiver
Rolling along like waves of golden grain
Standing near sparkling waters deliver
Brightly burning fires ringed in stones remain
Wonder a warm night just to sit and gaze
For all the beauty of life does amaze
Under canopy of a silver moon
Walking along with your eyes gleaming bright
Thinking of a good harvest coming soon
Given to me these long days of summer
When many fragrant flowers fill the fields
All around the boathouse lights will hummer
Thousands of hungry moths with shiny shields
Gently the tall grasses bend and quiver
Rolling along like waves of golden grain
Standing near sparkling waters deliver
Brightly burning fires ringed in stones remain
Wonder a warm night just to sit and gaze
For all the beauty of life does amaze
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Much scenery and nature on the edge of our lake with the moon and stars all ablaze...rising over so many mountain peaks on a summer eve....New England.online today!Sweet Summer Rain
Now many hot days and dry earth repeat
Lost in a cloud of dust on a dirt road
When newly planted crops wilt in sun's heat
The spring up in my meadow rarely flowed
When all hard work slows to barely a crawl
Even the panting fox gives up his chase
Clever rabbit stares like a sawdust doll
A little relieved for some breathing space
Then a cool breeze blows from the north-northwest
Gathering clouds rise in darkening dusk
A hawk circles three times around its nest
Long awaited raindrops appear so brusque
For the drought would end after a fortnight
Much do farmers dance with giddy delight
Lost in a cloud of dust on a dirt road
When newly planted crops wilt in sun's heat
The spring up in my meadow rarely flowed
When all hard work slows to barely a crawl
Even the panting fox gives up his chase
Clever rabbit stares like a sawdust doll
A little relieved for some breathing space
Then a cool breeze blows from the north-northwest
Gathering clouds rise in darkening dusk
A hawk circles three times around its nest
Long awaited raindrops appear so brusque
For the drought would end after a fortnight
Much do farmers dance with giddy delight
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Reflecting on those anxious days when the new emerging plants are so tender so early in the growing season and watching the sky for clouds...and all the abundent wildlife for signs.....of sweet summer rain.....Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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