enigma2 Poetry (9)

For the love that is purest
it's shy to offer a desired kiss
long dreamt about ...
and in every whisper'd word of passion
to shadows bitting heart
is hidden in the million stars
reflecting from your eyes
and smile that says it all ...
like music on the waters
needs to be listen by heart
so I listen with soft emotions and watch you,
grown up man jumping in ear so high,
like a boy that won great price,
for accepting your single hand in dance
It was our moment of angles in ecstasies ...

It's odd but true
the most happiest folk are not
the ones who always boost about things they're got
or about to traveling to the Moon just for fun ...

The happiest are simple humble folks who share smiles around,
and prise all good little things that matters the most
where our hearts rush to warm around simple wooden fire...

Let's be guided by Love, it will be our lantern to lift all shadows in dark empty corners of our soul,
let our Love go before our lonely footpaths true dark streets where our shoes steps makes Echo and feels like friendly company
that's pushing away doubts and uncertainty.
Lets travel with Love without caring heavy stones baggage's of our past of hurts and despair
or heavy loads of expectations for our future
as all disappointments with people and life often comes from our own creation of dream garden where we alone spread seeds to all kind of flowers that bloom and grow for good or bad to come,
some times going ahead of ourselves, forgetting that only our intentions and acts at present time can save us to walk towards hopeful future safe journey.
Let us to cheer up in celebrating sadness,
as much we have a reason to celebrate unknown happiness
as we don't know how long is our time on Earth and to be thankful for the time we shared with people round the world,for life's simple things is gift of life blessings we often take for granted.
Let's Love to one another, grow the man beneath the heaven to overcome our weaknesses to desire and want more than what is in front of us to accept and cherish,to change what we can and to accept what it can't be changed as peace in our heart and mind is valued more than any promising stars or the highest hills that some times can be riche only in our dreams which can be hard to let go...
as heart wants what it wants,
while mind vary with all sorts of facts to assess what is worth in risking heart and soul as we don't know the truth that may come as shock and surprise what promising distance offer to us...
Let's follow up our life path by lantern of Love and with all doubts of what is the truth - make our speech still always be with grace, seasoned with respect to all living kind...
Let's Love even when we're sense that we're about to be betrayed,
just like Jesus know that with Jehovah kiss he didn't gain a loyal friend but let's still love what ever comes our way and
let go with Love what can't be changed ...

It was while ago when I become aware that my charming King
in shining armor goes on endless games of deacitfulness,
feeling crashed like sudden hurricane thrown heavy tree
to fall on my soul,
realising that all my suffering in sleepless delirium
of selfless giving to chase dream of love - true desert dust
where oassiese of discovered water waits to greet me,
to remind me that all troubles where worth while.
It was all just a childish dream,
creating sett of necklaces made of empty sea shelves thrown on the sandy beach...

It was while ago when I become aware that my charming King
is dressed in seductive performer of love deception,
King who loves me truly by selling radiant love letters and
passionate phone whispers where stars always rise
above my eyes,promising love to eternity...
somewhere near the ocean where palm trees inviting us
to promising happiness and thrown net in the sea never comes out
to leave us with empty hands
while 'little favours' of his endless troubles are lefted for me
to be sort out...and dream that some days soon
everything will be over for good.

In game of deception is two of us now in enduring time
to pull another trick on each other
and serious game of life is played like a poker cards,
who will come ahead with luckier hand
but now my King of romance doesn't know that
table is turned over
when we keep feeding each other with dreams,
where my King of deception become enemy of all I ever dreamed
and I sadly know that there is no real winner in this game,
where my dreams of the greatest love story,
rhymes song of hopeful happiness meant to inspire,
all turned to be empty bubbles made from my King to gain profit,
and now my Sisyphus laugh goes beyond my hidden tears that hides at the cone of my eyes where little shiny stars twinkles in hope of better future to come;
reassuring myself that I'll be all right
and it's no use of being blind.

The truth is;
it wasn't my seductive King od deception that deceived me...
I was deceived with my own chase to reach fantasies and divine love
To be in love with Love that is the greatest of me and my King of deception,
To be in Love with my own compassion for humanity,
to be in love with selflessness,
where suffering makes me feel closer with God,
who teaches us, for only what we give away
Enriches us in finding Divine,
while tears hides in cone of my eyes with twinkles...

I still wonder how to end our seductive playful game of deception,
Between me and my seductive King of deception
My humble self become better performer in writing my King sweet poetry
while wishing to lock him as bird in cage
or make him push heavy rock all day and night as Sisyphus,
and as the days passing by it's getting more tiring for me
as there is no joy or triumph in my wining...

Deceiving -deceiver
is not a childish game
but stiller of time in happiness.

I come hear to learn more ways to love you all,
to learn more ways how to touché you and to be touched by you,
and olthrough we are miles away,
each of you show me more ways how to dress soul in all seasons
of collarful emotions where love in sadness of loss
or captured by happy moments
make us kind.

I come hear to learn more ways to love you all,
to learn how on this artist's palette find a colours
to describe Love, loss or rebirth of new emotions all known to us,
to share the evening twilights that fades away,
to share sunrise or rainy days,
to share clouds above that flouts from me to you,
to be delighted with another day of gift from you;
the gift of opportunity and youth itself
that never dies in poet corner.

I come hear to learn more ways to love you all,
and when birds fly to their nest or fly's to other land,
I think of you all;
being witness of the same artist picture in daily life somewhere else,
and knowing my thoughts are not only my,
there is more of us hear
in this unity of human face of Love.

While reading comments on my and others poets cone,I thought how lovely, generous, friendly and encouraging is to read other poets comments support with all given kind attention and care and what a great example to each of us from the first day I started to write and pleasantly noticing kind welcome ...Thank you !

I like to share with you wise remark from Leo Tolstoy splendid novel writer of "War and Peace"; "Even in the best, most friendly and simple relations of life, praise and commendation are as indispensable as the oil which greases the wheels of a machine to keep them running smoothly."

You're all wonderful friendly people and it's great to share this poet cone with all of you. Thank you.

For Lovers time is too short when planned to roam the world
playing two clowns for trills full of laughs and tears,
taking life's adventures as joy in each new day to come,
as it would last forever and ever
and ever ...
but what is forever means to butterfly that happily fly's ?

For lovers time is too short
as butterfly who gives their best in short live,
spreading their rainbow colourful beautiful wings,
where human hopes grasp a dream of love,
Love to eternity.

For lovers tumbling emotions wants to let wild birds fly out of cage
and passion with bitting heart gallops like runaway horses,
so unaware that love carries dreams on butterfly
tiny silky wings
that can be taken away or squashed with unexpected hurricane.

For lovers time is too short
as butterfly who gives their best in short live,
trapped by the moment of butterfly effect.

I went to bed for sleep
between strong old trees
that stood there for centuries,
like proud toll people;
and before I closed my eyes
I was laying on my back facing sky
with hands behind my head
that felt like bird wings wishing to fly...

Last thing I remember before falling to sleep is;
my eyes shining in reflections looking above the stars,
listening gentle sounds of breeze going true branches...
Birds were singing; "Good night" whistles
while I forgot myself and all the world,
than waken up in the morning
and I was gone...

Disappeared between trees
and become part of them.

While the wind and rain passing true
so it's our hopes and dreams changing and passing too.
When you get tired and feeling down from unfulfilled dreams
that slips away or just become too old to keep carry them on
like old shoes that needs to be repaired or thrown away for good,
so as you my friend renew your hopes, polish them and go out
into lanes and the fields,
listen and look at the birds still singing,
they didn't lost art of beautiful voices,
tree branches still waves to unknown passengers
and leaves changing collars,
falling down,
and growing again with each new season...
and just because you lost some dreams
the world didn't stop to go around
so it's you my friend that needs to replays old dream
and spread the new seeds in the world ...