reguiny2006 Poetry (108)

Softly sweet, here the setting sun blushing stain
shimmering rivulets upon golden fields of grain,
her subsiding rays harmonize late hours dying art,
whilst we, life strolling free view its fiery heart,
oft blindfolded, pay but mute service to nature's charm,
weave vespers kaleidoscope, dulcet days soft sung balm,
focus keen our short hours, like as a sea spun wave,
she to the returning tide, we to the solitary grave,
leave our lofty schemes, wet eyed awash, a barren cry,
therefore neglect not, the hours that swiftly pass us by,
once its glory flown, e'er estranged from youth's green door,
flowerless, as the deserts, thirst stricken waterless floor,

Alas! life's fragile path, oft traversed sightless alone,
impotent to the difference twixt the neglected and the sown.

Oh! This arid land so rough,
sand! you could eat the 'Bloody' stuff,
like salt and pepper on your food,
unrefined and coarsely rude,
embraces what, scholars call ubiquitous,
when covering every part of us,
in our nostrils, in our hair,
the sense of being everywhere,
in the morning when we rise,
the wretched stuff is in our eyes,
we clean our teeth and we find,
like as emery wheels that grind,
in our pants it chaffs and chaffs,
enough to make the Devil laugh,
between our toes it hiding mocks,
as we don our khaki socks,
in our boots it lurking too,
and in massive quantities accrue,
in the heat of day when we sweat,
we perspire in sandy rivulets,
but in better words I will attend,
comic quaint by my 'cockney' friend,
who would just curtly state
'mer china, it's a right blooming two and eight.

Sadden breath awash with mournful sigh,
highlighting soft the hand-held Maiden's track,
a struggle felt within the tear bound eye,
as swift, those love-lane memories travel back,
sterile now, star spun smiles bright and bold,
to winter's destiny flown, without remorse or sorrow,
the faded rose thy warmth of hand did hold,
leaves but pompous prayers and pious hope to borrow,
thus the ides of winter furrow deep the brow,
whilst fiercer blows it's tormenting icy blast,
yet; love still breathes our eternal Spring somehow,
in constant cherished days, until I breathe my last,

Though short sweet this life e'er we're given,
will flower again, when joined we are in Heaven.

Spied I, half concealed in a secluded cell,
lost graceful posture, shunned by sun strewn day,
ne'er far away, from Man's notorious perverted hell,
toiled weary worn amid sulky shades of grey,
blossom lost, she in quietude, a shy and lonely flower
that once shone sweeter, than fragrant roses e'er can be,
wiled away lost hours among dungeoned walls dark bower,
much tear known to murky tones unwanted melancholy,
serves sombre like, scattered sunshines once known hour,
thoughtless dismissed by impious hand, heavy, needlessly
by creed, of self-centered power's countenance most sour,
taints so the air, that wafts its fresh blown fragrancy,

Thus we, the caring world pass by,
talk proud ethos, yet no ethics e'er apply.

Oh! I've lived my dream, that's ever still
sun drenched in joy and boundless thrill,
a flowered garden bathed with colours bright,
waft fragrant scents beyond starry realms of night,
strolled we fondly o'er Eden's soft spoilt heather,
when hand in hand, traversed life's path together,

Therefor in heaven wandered we, so close, so dear
in rapturous joy, amid life's beguiling atmosphere,
each day, a chorus of love's emotional sways,
whilst guardian Angels, with zephyr sung praise
reeled peals of love, that did our hearts so tether,

Daily asked I of heaven, e'er this be true,
dream caressing the reality that's ever you,
no need of conquest nor oceans thus to roam,
in truth, thy grace, thy presence is but my home,
for we, the climes of time did jointly weather,
such, the riches of the heart, bind us so together,

Securely we, from wattles wove our nest
in simplicity sweet, fond heaven gently blest,
soft sung our song, like a child's embrace
by love-lit eyes, affectionate overtones e'er trace,
thus strode we, through life's inclement weather,
e'er smiling through, symphonically together.

High velvet spheres trackless interstellar air,
where stars pulsate amid their unique bower,
universe caressing, opalescent hues refined so rare,
much unknown to frowns or rancour sour,
wheels soft scented wares, ridicule lighting's glare
to assuage, Man's trouble world of sin repeating,
those feather touched hours embracing angelic care
deride the shame, profane tearless eyes a weeping,

Love, I speak of thee and of that you gave,
entwined love's silken sash, thy bossom wearing,
whence sang you, Love's anthem, to smiling save
impulsive glory, those full flowered days of Spring,

Thus, held you a candle to the stars,
shinning more beautiful than they are.

Oh! in innocence that we ever knew,
the glory of the young grey morning dew,
where Heaven's vapourous protective shroud
floats serenely, the night's hung captive cloud,
that from the caverns of night has torn
an awakening spirit that's newly born,
to invade the mind with conscious care,
the unrivaled breath of daybreak fair.
For within this half-slumbered sense
cradles the future's omnipotence,
as tomorrow's smiles and tears must be
conceived in dawn's deep misty sea,
impatient time bid the darkened hours flee,
to free the air that now we breathe.
For flown the stars' soft burning fire,
to future's magnitude that we so sire,
birth of memories from star-lit dreams,
flows the hope on crystal streams.
Shall optimism quell all pessimistic scorn
within the orange light of crimson dawn,
and strength to wreck day's most fearful ploy
with intoxicating faith found in joy,
shimmering through the grey cloak of morning new,
gleams the radiance of day's sweet blue,
its rising fire quenched mists that flew
and dried the tears that kissed its grassy hue.
Life, like the sunrise now that in tranquillity glows,
awaits the prospect of the scented rose.

Within the silence of my heart,
lost verdant spring my vision greet,
though youth and age now leagues apart,
love joyous years still pulsating beat,
forever the smile upon your face,
the blush of love still living there,
full softer than all starlights grace,
once golden tones thy then flaxen hair,
a beauty that Greek Gods did seek,
elegance of form, pure, supreme,
soft as the flush upon your cheek,
with subtle hues lingering supreme

that, callous time may never slay,
as springs dear abiding vision stay.

O'er thy hills as young clouds e'er ride,
you sallied forth with childhood pride,
you told me once, how you played
with flowers gay fond heaven made,
how once you said, the Lilac tree
is more than flowers and leaves to me.
How summer's breath bathed scented hour,
adorned thy regal gem coloured power;
then, with girlish twirl, tiptoed the heath
so light, scarce felt the mossy earth beneath,
thy young laughter scanned the sky above,
caressing gently, all with cloudless love,
pied daises o'er thy flaxen locks entwine,
dancing light reflecting beauty fine.
You said how you love to sit at noon
and listen to the sea's soft murmured tune;
oft times you strolled its sand shored-side
to catch the lilt of its changing tide,
heart dreaming schemes that went along
in thy spirit's fancied wave-sung song.
In innocence then, you had no notion
what time would bring, from its vast ocean;
all you knew, was life's sparkling stream,
gold bound in waves' most purest dream;
unknown, grey hair or weakened limb,
nor cared you when sparkled eye grew dim.
That far off life lingered not there
and winter's grave was naught to fear,
whilst the melodious voice of birds that sing
in that enchanted world of playful things.
May's blossom's long since fallen from the bough,
for Autumn's come so quick somehow.
Soon winter too, when quiet graves shall be,
a peaceful haven, a resting place for we.
Thy girlish ties time long since wrenched
and girlish games of gaiety, thus quenched,
thy spirit shall leave thy flesh once bold
and with heaven's God thou shall behold.
For in those spheres, new joy shall flow,
sweeter than all the ages of earth below,
and love we'll share that is to come,
will forever smile in that new home.

Alas! Empty hours around me lie,
dull rain-soaked days squalid are,
yet thy voice I hear like birds winging by,
and in dull puddles, eyes smile from afar,
these silent footed hours, sullen claim
golden joys, now, absent in severity,
fills the soul with unwanted misery,,
though sweet distant stars, light thy name,
re-calling how late in time all was blooming
with perfumed hours that youth holds dear,
melt soulful sorrows, past days re-newing,
allow the pallet taste, late moments dear,

emphassing, life's verdant joys that I had missed
and all in spring that I had kissed.

I remember the lane with loving footsteps worn,
that fragrant filled each sprung dawn,
serves to underwrite my life with bliss,
to relive the joy of loves first kiss,
remains the dawn of life that never pales,
to fill this later day with soft scented tales,
recording love in beauty's soft repose,
with depth, far deeper than the ocean knows,
that soothes the pathway of my sleep,
an exclusive world, my cherished keep,
a whitened world where poets dare,
charge their ink with sonnets fair,

endorsing love, like as the ivy clings,
leaves me richer far than Kings.

Love,

there's naught in thee, that I would yearning change,
nor thy daily ways, yearn to re-arrange,
for folly t'would be, for I know not best
the complexities, thy caring heart invest,
or which moulds the smiles lovingly worn,
as in sweetness to the ethereal morn,

and love,

see not in me, what best I should disguise,
imperfections, that may surely close the eye
and cloud the heart in love's reject,
best see in me, what others may not detect,
wilt thou, with open eye and sober wisdom scan,
see no wondrous ideal, only what I am,

then love,

a stairway to the highest mountain, we may build,
with love that gives and a love that yields,
with created dreams that lovers satisfy,
the bond of blood and minds that unify,
then walk together in our noonday sun,
that cast no shadows from which to run,

then forever love,

we shall, loves sweet nectar sip,
through the joys of love's relationship,
and rejoice, that once the barren sod,
now an emerald way that we have trod
hand in hand through our eternal June,
to share the fragrance of the roses bloom.