#shimmering
Opportunity after opportunity
some could say leads to discontinuity
or spontaneity?
Can it lead to deity?
Frailty surely will come
But we can spark that with
originality?
Frivolity can be a gateway,
To birthing new possibility.
Imagine the ingenuity!
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 2:42 PM UTC
I made an album out of confusion
I found a journey worth pursuing
in the rubble of it all, I found myself underneath it all
the stones and bricks, the hero within
to save me from this apocalypse
under the shimmering moon I grew
this is a rebirth, once in a blue moon
Jan 22, 2022
Jan 22, 2022 at 11:32 AM UTC
It is like in a certain room to be
Alone, no windows and not even
A door;
And so you sit or even lie
There prone,
And the darkness emits
So strange an odor
Which is too hard to scorn but neither to adore;
And all you see is an unfathomable
Darkness
Which nonetheless does shine
And shimmer with all its dark brightness;
So bright it could blind you; but if you are
Blinded by darkness then could you regain
Your sight by
Shiness?
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 12:55 PM UTC
When God indeed
rubs a forehead with luck
what on earth can hide that?
For how long, how far
eclipsing on the way
can the clouds roam high?
The wind will blow
and will rain them down.
Ah, the pure blue in luck,
in abundance, up in the sky
always shines out!
That's a trait of the eternally blue
The lucky colour sets the better backdrop
for the shimmering sun in the sky.
Luckier is a man with a righteous wife!
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 12:10 AM UTC
I’ll fall.
My tarnished ideals,
Heavy on my heart
And filled to the brim
With intoxicating…
Lust?
It sweeps through my veins.
Leaving me wrecked,
Lost in dreams
The kisses of memory
A hazy shimmering world.
Heart pounding.
Beating.
Thrumming.
I’ll lose myself in the mists.
Emerging, filled with fire.
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*Verses crept under my
Selkie
like incarnatio Tattoos
billowing surface
blood
streams
dream
To break out like ripeness'
like
Inevitability
opens up a delight of a persimmon
a passion, a mad devotion
transfering abundance
to
satiate flesh flames
a sentient transformation
from crystal clear
primal
scream Journey
to ethereal mind-
waves tumbling unending
down on my
tummy
with yours
sweet sweat's
shimmering plankton
surrounds me as
your love's energy
u n en ding u n d u l a ti on*
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
Would you care to give me a tour into your breath taking and undeniably fascinating galaxy that is visible from the way your eyes glisten and the way your face light up brighter than the sun up above?
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC
My skull echos loudly
Inside are roaring thoughts
Pounding like waves crashing into ships
I need quiet, I need tranquility
Perhaps if I opened the lid of my scalp
I could spill out all the excess noise
As I sew my scalp in place Clarity would whisper in my ear "peace is yours dear"
Clarity sweeping her delacate fingers across my restless bones
The rattling would stop
The roaring would silence
At the touch of Clarity 's shimmering skin
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
(A POEM FOR PRADIP)
In these early hours of evening
when sun has dipped down, hiding
cold has set in, warmth cooled by wind blowing,
your words haunt me, left me pondering.
For a sunshine poem, you asked,
but how? when it is now dusk,
there is no sun, only dark to show,
not even a moon aglow.
All i see are fiery dots of light, shimmering
in the garden, i am alone, wondering
I do not see them closely
yet, i feel they could be friendly.
They are luminous lanterns, seemingly beaming,
could these suffice to keep your flame burning?
In the widening dark, they bask
to perform their given task
carrying drops of hope with their sparkles,
scattered ***** of chances, radiated by lighted candles.
They are so tiny, collectively bright,
wandering, even on a moonless summer night...
I have not one sunshine poem for you,
instead, thousands of Fireflies, i offer you
to let their light shine generously on your face
dry every bit of sadness, leaving not a trace.
to dry tears hidden
ease your shoulders laden.
I wish i could see your smile
hug you, even just for a while
wear your sombrero
'til day after tomorrow.
I pray my words have beamed enough,
to save your day, to see you through...
F I R E F L I E S
by
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
Morning voice whispers:
Stillness and silence bring and guide the soul from the darkness into the door of light, bring hopes, bring tears of happiness, and dancing into the new breath of life, rebirth and producing "healthy baby"... And known that I'm loved I'm being blessed.
Poetry replies:
All welcome... As the dews in the morning shimmering the rays of love to the world... All welcome... As the morning air cleanses the past burdens... Purifies the bloodstream of mind and heart to the point (of no return) where freedom exhilarates life; envisions the paths for greater humanity and God's glory... All welcome...
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
Decipher the beautiful
Intricacies
Woven with simplicity
To create the
Most elegant taffeta
Striking hues
And softer feel
Silken moments
Souls glide merrily
Enchanting tales
Laced with yearnings
Shimmering covers
Overzealous hearts
Lustrous symphony
Of rhythmic hearts
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
What would I do to be back?
To live my life,
to feel in tact.
To cross the waters
and see your face.
To feel my heart beat
with your hearts beat's pace.
To fall deep into love,
to float adrift in the ocean of peace.
Let the waves crash over my head
salty water stinging my lungs.
To let the dying sun dip
into a burning fiery ring.
To feel so free
in the shimmering sea.
To dance like the waves
and glisten like the sun.
Oh to be with you.
Oh to be near your marvelous light.
Oh to carry your burdens,
and dismiss your plight.
To calm you as I have been calmed
to hold you as I also have been held.
To walk through the swallow trees
glide my fingers on the lovely things,
where dreams meet me half way,
between parallel worlds.
And where stars dance
and moons leap.
Where life slowly passes by
calmly floats away into the sky.
What would I do to be back.
To feel the warmth one last time,
to see the light from the little blue house
Shining like the sun,
beckoning me home.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
Her skin is pale
A wash of gentle light
Her hair silver
Glittering with starlight
The girl born of moon and star
Her eyes piercing blue
As the blanket of sky
Her face upturned
All the relaxed beauty of night
The girl shimmering with light and dust
The moonlight drapes over her
Clothing her in shimmering silver light
She dances with glittering grace
As the the dust of stars trails behind
The moonlight girl born for night
When god created this creature
He used his most precious gifts
Glittering stars, shimmering moonlight
And all the dreams of a sleeping world
Bring forth the daughter of night
Nyx herself would envy this girl
God saw the hearts of men break
Just her sight shattered them
Sympathy moved the mighty God
The silvery girl of the stars
God talked to his daughter of night
She agreed to leave this world
Some nights tinkling laughter echoes
From the distant world in the sky
The world of Moonlight Girl.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC