"gorgeously" poems
Once upon a time,
Is how this story shall start.
There lived a mermaid princess,
That captured this mans heart.
Her hair was of purple,
And then changed to a shade of blue.
This was the mans favorite color,
I assure you that is true.
Their first true sign of affection,
Begun with a playful kiss.
In the centre of the universe,
Quite impossible to miss.
He absolutely loved her hair,
And her gorgeously starry eyes.
The color of the ocean - blue,
So naturally no surprise.
One day whilst talking,
About unicorns and magic.
He told her that life before,
Was miserable and tragic.
And gave to her his heart,
Confessed that the rumors were indeed true.
He was the man and her the mermaid princess,
And told her "I love you".
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
Let us paint our canvasses on WOMEN!!
Curious I stand to unravel your perception of a woman
Would you weigh her as a piece of wonder or a gruffly aggressive thunder?
She is extraordinary, gorgeously efficient, solely independent!
The love she embraces is wider than the infinite heaven and deeper than the fathomless sea.
The shallow world with its profound hypocrisy,
Banters with a judgemental frown.
The world has changed, and so has she.
It has known the beautiful rose, tarnished by its prickly thorns,
Only the delicate rose, the world, with its abysmal critics, abides by to adorn.
She knows her paths, truly determined to achieve her goals,
Her patience deserves a salute, her tremendous sacrifice only to satisfy our souls.
Dare never to shred the lovely red petals, not knowing her darings!
For also the thorns in her are perilous, to blemish a wound till your last.
With her chin up and a gaze so ferocious, ocean of wisdom she is vast.
She rises, she grows, taking a free flight, venturing to claim new heights,
She is benevolent, a ray of sanguine sunshine to your forlorn nights.
Walking proud, believing in who she is, glimmering like a star!
Born strong she is, refuses to be judged by her scars.
She is the teller of her tale, over fears and worries she will prevail.
A miracle of God, with a sweet lingering fragrance she leaves a trail,
Of patience, commitment, empathy, and unfaltering fortitude !!
by ~Mihika Rohatgi
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 10:50 PM UTC
Your kindness
a sunflower
whose many seeds
sustain the sparrow's
song of joy
and rest assured
do gorgeously
germinate in
thin-hulled souls
the soil is ripe
love yearns
to be reborn.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
#
*The finest meaning of 'Wholeness'..
Is shown most fully within the intertwining
in to the pivotally and most necessary
healing of both body and mind..
In that
the perfect expression of Spirit here on Earth
can only happen through the physical--
You "feel" the Receptives and/or the Urgings
from deep within you (your flesh wrapped spirit),
That are only brought out into the light of day (made known)
the moment your very tangible fingers touch the keyboard..
Or up close..
the tangibly-heard sound your very voice-tones,
Created by your so very tangible vocal cords-- made unique
by how deeply infused your spirit is into that
beautiful mind and body of yours..
By your ever-renewed
and continual choice to heal.
Within that beautiful union, the Sensings and Respondings
of the body bring impulses into the spirit..
touching deeper, the Core--
The "Image" of Perfect, Absolute Being
placed deeply into each and every one of us..
by the very nature of Love's Ache--
Residing within the center of this Universe..
(and all other Universes).. both known..
and those also yet to be..
..An Image placed, as to be a Plumb-line,
and also a Never-ending Cinematic placement of the View
onto (and within) the inner-wall linings
of both mind and spirit..
..Seen in greater and greater "less dimly-lit" degrees,
based solely on how far we commit ourselves along,
and in to, the healing process.
In its finest form, through healing,
the things we take in.. through feeling;
and then express back out..
from both mind, and body's untethered Unfolding,
..Becomes closer and closer
to the very Expression of God's own heart,
..Therefore smashing through, and gorgeously undoing
the ever- quenching.. ever-diluting nature of Subjectivity, itself.
Hmm..
The "taking in" and then The Tremblings, of your body's
unavoidable responses are the very thing most 'maverick loners'
like me need most from another in this world,
if we are to continue on in our mission with any kind of strength..
(along with its much desperately-needed resolve).
If, within the "taking in" process.. the beautifully feeling
Receivers such as yourself, were to be overcome
to the point of release~ all alone.. on the edge of your bed..
isn't that a very understandable and nearly unavoidable
and also so very very tangible part of the process also..
--In itself
above and outside of all human (and Heavenly) judgement?
Carry on, sweet Angel..
and so gorgeously continue to be who you are.
Those that can see.. see (and feel) most clearly.*
I see you.
#
Aug 12, 2023
Aug 12, 2023 at 8:19 PM UTC
May I have your hand?
Okay....
I would like to tell you
how you were made
And what these folds mean
Inside your hands
I know it sounds silly
but please listen to me
Haha okay so...
That crease right beneath your fingers
Means invincibility
The ability to ensure serenity
when encountered by enemies
the will to build
the power in your veins
strive during the worst
to prolong a better days
A creative freak
A pursuing perfectionist
Etiquette of measurements
Treasures endeavour unhesitant
And you care for it
Your strength will prevail
Take your time
And you will see
How your mind is unparrelled
Do you see it?
Can you see it smiling at you?
And that crease at the bottom
That cups your thumb
Represents your beauty
And your the rarest that they come
But you haven't realized it yet
And its frowning at you
Your potential to succeed
And the elegance you brew
Your smile is of wonders
Your eyes are a universal sunset
Gorgeously burning
But you haven't realized it yet
Do you see it?
Do you know how beautiful you are now?
And now....
Its your middle crease
That bounds your strength and elegance
With such unravelled symmetry
Now I want you to look at it
......
Stare into its shape
......
Now I will hold mines up
And if they all match
It means we are soulmates
Wow,
They look so much alike
So give me your hand
Let our fingers interlock
And our uniqueness will stand
.......
For the rest of our time
Look into your palm
One will frown and one will smile
And the middle will keep you calm
The middle is me
The reflection of your soul
And it will be there
Till our spirits are up with the nightsky glow
I want you to look at me
And repeat what I said
Because no matter where I am at
I will be in the folds in your hands
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
The foretold episode is ripe
And the childless dawn is now flowering,
The awesome parrots of Africa
Have began swimming in the heavens
And singing the verses of the paraded bees,
For the warrior of South Africa
Has ultimately impregnated the Godsbaa
Without violating her divine virginity,
The black star arouse from Ghana,
Journeyed gorgeously through Zimbabwe
And has decisively descended on South Africa,
Bu this is just the divine seed
Yet to grow into a full black African moon,
For the black star of the black man
Is the religious light yet to radiate on
The colourless naivete of mankind,
Ah, the premise behind this
Exhibition makes a perfect sense,
We did begin it all,
Pilgrimage through it all
And shall end it all,
For the wreckage of
Humanity flies with time
And the megapower status
Of the African is a fact of life,
Today, a new voice has been
Added to the joy of the black women,
Causing the dry bamboo flutes to buzz
With the pantaloons of the ancestors,
Adorn our emerald embryonic pride with
The ambrosial smiles charms of the sunrise,
For he pelts of the peerless mid-night
Has been remodeled with our dark gore.
© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: [email protected]
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 6:09 AM UTC
#
*You make yourself easy to be seen..
by someone like me.
The only thing I would think you would find
as surprising
Is why it has taken this long
for a beautiful Thoroughbred in Spirit
such as you
to finally be seen
for exactly who it is that you are
Free from assessment or judgement,
I would venture so far to say
that the greater central part
of who it is that you are,
is (sadly so) tremendously lonely.
Again, not a judgement at all,
but an assessment of life in general.
A lover like me would be perfect,
but I am (as you could guess)
spiritually volatile in how deeply I push--
..Even within the normal give and take
of everyday things. Sometimes even
one well placed word can bring one
off-center and into (and towards)
an even deeper part of their own journey.
Most gorgeously-luscious
Thoroughbreds such as yourself
usually pick less 'challenging' partners
in order to have a somewhat more
'stable' home life..
..But sadly with that also, develops
a relationship where the deeper,
more exctasy-based and driven
parts of you
are left with no choice
but to become, dormant..
in order to protect the 'beautiful-luscious'
within you from slipping into despair
--Until one day,
what you have been avoiding
(longing for) most,
shows his ******* unorthodoxically-untethered,
brazen attitude (and perfectly clear eyesight)
and suddenly you become seen.
There is absolutely no way
with some one like me that you..
(within all of your Wondreous,
Deep-feeling Glory)
would not eventually be seen.
I urge you to take every single
part of it all, in..
(the very thing you were "built" to do)..
Even if in doing so, you were almost
continually brought right up to
(and so very often, "over") the edge
Gifted fingers, helping the body find
its own form of release,
when the pressings of Spirit, mixed
with the deeply-Penetrating View that
Love carries within every single part
of itself..
..Those gracious fingers are not 'up to no good'..
but instead..
(by the very Deeply-Understanding
nature of Love itself)..
both they.. and the whole
beautiful process of Release..
is deemed, Holy.
The physical human body becomes
pushed way too far within its limited
ability to contain, the Wholly
uncontainable Ectsatic Pulsings
of Love's true Agenda.
Perfection knows that and says
(so do I)..
"How could she not?"
Be gracious to yourself, girl.
You have wanted to live
within the Beautiful Realms,
worthy of your calling.*
Welcome Home ❤
#
Aug 17, 2023
Aug 17, 2023 at 12:59 PM UTC
Her hair descends perfectly,
gorgeously with the shiny sun,
And I like the way she stared at me
in those stolen moments I held her hands:
She's in my wishlist;
yet her mind is the thing I couldn't define:
I think I'm just starting to like her bubbly smiles...
My days are incomplete
when I can't hear her sound,
My skies turned to gray
when I can't see her around...
And I want her to know me
as I know her right now,
'Cause I'm vulnerable;
perhaps, I'm nothing for her somehow:
Yet when I find her bubbly smiles,
things easily get exceptional
That even parallel lines intersect
even just for a while...
Asymptotic love,
is this happening as of this time?
But I think I'm just starting to like her bubbly smiles...
Is it affection?
But I really mean it, it's a crush.
So how come I feel
these feelings in a sudden rush?
I can't sleep peacefully
when I can't dream about her,
And I can't utter words comprehensively
whenever she is near...
I can't walk carefully
when she passes by in front of me,
And I can't wonder thoroughly
whenever she's just a distance away;
Is this just a hectic situation I'm at,
or these have been such trials?
I think I'm starting to like her bubbly smiles...
And when she will perceive
I'm into her, someday
I hope she won't becoming
insecure being with me,
'Cause now maybe we're just friends
living on a different isle,
I think, and will always think about her bubbly smiles...
Oct 15, 2011
Oct 15, 2011 at 4:14 AM UTC
I have been insulted for sharing out
my peasant songs, pataphorical poems,
on the table of the cultural patriarchy
the insults have come in a serial flow
into my dark soul a basin of condemn,
it began as my duty to take my poetry
to the bottom of African latrine,
followed by volley of insults like ;
cerebral panicking insensitive idiot,
a gifted ******** of arsolian poetry
One other contumely went aboveboard
to announce me a better dead ******
i wondered how much one can ****
without erstwhile duty of creation,
now i have been condemned in starkness,
to be a beautiful walking ghost
of William Seward Burroughs,
Uhm! folly of eugenics, No! i am wrong,
this accolade, i seriously decline to take,
my innateness is not wounded at all,
by anything near to genetic disorder,
i am only conscious of my luckless past,
of Slavery,colonialism,wars,re-colonialism
Then poverty spiced by open ridicule ,
And partly trenchant and half-honkey tease
firmly fuelled by racial intolerance,
i have now been mistaken in awry,
to be a looming ghost of William Burroughs,
and i am not
i am purely my self,
without imperious wide blood
any where in my by black veins,
i may easily have chimpanzee blood,
Flowing turbulently through my vessels,
but no tincture of white blood in my zoo,
Burroughs broke his virginity with a *****
i have remained a ****** for three decades,
As African virgins marry only virgins,
Burroughs was the king of underworlds;
chasing lessbian prostitutes and gays,
to quench his mad erotic appetite
the turf in which i am a better sham,
Billy was a serial criminal, ever on the run,
my soul is clean as new pin,
in fact gorgeously dressed
in the unique royal attires
of as a Bristol pin merchant,
Billy worshiped crime and drugs
my piety is anchored on freedom of all,
Billy went to Latin America for *****
i have been there to mourn Gabriel Garcia,
the Nobelite who was alone in deathly solicitude
Billy never lifted a finger against tyranny,
my arsolian poetry is center-pieced on nothing,
other than African chantings for liberty,
freedom for the white and black peasants
perhaps to unyoke themselves,
from the yoke of vicious human avarice.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
I can’t help but keep my hands off you.
You are the most beautiful being on this earth.
You are imperfectly perfect.
Every aspect of you -
your light brown, curly locks,
the rough stubble framing those gorgeously rose-toned lips,
that infectious laugh of yours,
those hypnotizing eyes that I could stare into for hours,
the taste of your supple lips…
So please excuse me for not being able to control myself around you.
I’m helplessly drawn to you.
There’s not a single second that passes,
when I don’t wish that -
I could trace your skin with my fingertips,
have your lips pressed against mine,
or to feel the warmth of your tight embrace.
And when I can’t,
I find myself staring at you,
adoringly admiring one of God’s most precious creations.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
I struggle
To be back in this place again
Warily treading a gorgeously uncomfortable river
Of crashing beauty
And the shivering memories of devastating pain.
I press my hands to the cold car window
And I let this landscape of thoughts roll through me
Dense and flat
Like the low-lying valley fog flirting with the evergreens.
The beauty rinses me clean for a few hours
Absolves my blue beating heart
Of a loneliness that falls and puddles within me
Like soft rain.
The cold smell of snowy pine is sharp
Like the crack of a whip in the white metal air.
A distended azure sky swells to fill the heavens
Smelling sweetly of snow and wind.
Wind hums gently through dense, endless miles
Of storybook forests
And my heart shudders inside me
As though it has never been touched before.
It is then that I let myself wander to you
And I feel your last kiss
Burning softly on the lips of the woman
Reflected vaguely back at me in the window.
She waits for you, as I do
Both of us dwelling in two cities so different
That a wide and courageous fjord
Holds them forever apart.
I wait for you
Life's brave soldier
Eyes that still my soul
Arms of kind and gentle steel
Heart of gold and purple and blue
Kiss of waterfall and wildfire.
Come home to me.
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 10:02 PM UTC
They make their way through the crowd.
Beneath the sky amber in the last sun
the retrieved spark steers their feet
to explore the gorgeously festive town
smelling of discovery at every turn
of people and shops and sellers
and food tempting to be tasted
women too lovely not to be noticed
houses illuminated like light is free
flying as in a dream long in the coming
but arrived too glorious for any regret.
The younger when a few paces ahead
stops so the other could catch up
always remembering the six years
matter much in the count of speed.
The sky above grows older and paler
but their blistered feet feel no pain
from the four hours of rewinding years
glistening as night dew in their eyes.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 10:18 AM UTC
#
.
*To feel things as deeply and as multi-layered as you do-- instantly and all-together, at once.. is to live a life that is far too often right on the edge of temptation, right on the edge of falling. The Art of holding on to who it is that you are, is to never betray that beautiful Self of yours.. whether in word, or deed.. at any given time. Ok it is to f e e l things as deeply as your luscious body and spirit so fully can, but as you already so clearly know.. certain "acting on's" can create such havoc within and to the things (people) you find important.
. .
That being said, a form of self-betrayal also is to deny yourself the beautiful Gift of fully feeling at all.. in order to help keep a peace that will forever come at the cost of who you truly (fully, within yourself) are.. even if it were to be acted out all alone on the edge of your bed.. or even against the back of a couch. In the world of Magic and Deep Deep, Beautiful Feeling, there is always a place for the win-win within you, and also within the world that you currently live in, over there.
You are an artist. An artist F E E L S.
The Universe will always, always help you find a way.
Always. xox
. . .
You are far too strong and stubborn to ever fully give up. That, I know. There is also a 'weakness' within you that hinges around the word "Vulnerability" when the Beautiful world of Magic overwhelms and then truly overtakes you. Your spirit's receptors are far too deeply intertwined into the gorgeous molecules of that lusciously-Responding body of yours. That makes your Path (your "Portion") that much more difficult to endure. There is a tremendous aloneness (loneliness) in living a life that has to so often be subdued, solely due to the consequences within others that truly do not understand. What you need most of all.. is simply to be Understood.. yes, Kid.. within all of that seemingly tremendous complexity of feelings and experiences.. your brilliant complexity of mind.. and the succulence of body that so gorgeously feels.. Everything.
It is not a "Curse", young Love.
It is a beautiful, beautiful Blessing.
. . . .
Surround yourself (if you can) with those who understand (because they struggle within the "Deeply Feeling" world as much as you). It is in no way an act of unfaithfulness (in any way whatsoever) to fully feel. Finding for yourself the most beautiful of Releases within those Moments of deep feeling is the beginning of your way 'out'.. and (so very lusciously), the way through. You are so very worth your own fighting for.. in order to hold on to every single part of who it is that you are.
Every single beautiful part
(and those within you that you currently "think" are not beautiful)*
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Aug 28, 2023
Aug 28, 2023 at 8:29 PM UTC
Mesmerize This~
Tantra~sition of Life
moves way beyond ***********
of your mind into another~
must merge gracefully, mixed~
engorged gorgeously~
~Please~
Please Me.
You must trust~
The Solution.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
Yes, I've no shame in accepting,
'Coz I haven't committed a sin,
I have just loved gorgeously.
In loving her I have been busy,
But now I will not restrict her,
She lives it her childish way.
If she is going to fall this way,
I won't manipulate her now,
She learns on experiencing.
Even I learnt living this way,
So I am afraid of her falling,
She may not get what I got.
May father Time be lenient,
I just want her to be happy,
She'll become the lifesaver.
I promise myself that I'll always be there for her if she needs me and I will never expect anything in return.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
She is beautiful beyond measure, excellence
She is gorgeously brilliant,
Her skin reflects the heavens dark canvas.
Her essence illuminates
like the stars lighting up the skies,
journeying across the galaxies many years away.
I backstroke deep within the depths of
her ******** celestial milky ways. Wet Misty ocean spray erupts, splashing all over my body and face.
Her u ni versal magic causes all kinds of havoc.
She ferociously drags me under submerging me, deep in her underwater ballot. Keggle rip currents pulling me deeper into the depths of her dark melanin hole.
Behold I can feel her heartbeat.
Exhale, with asthmatic like breathing as we engaged together, unified harmoniously simutainulously. I can feel the vibrations of her eccentric, electric current flow.
I plugged into her slow, submerging into her soul. Surging to converged as one, Matrimonial we shall dance forever from dawn to dust until death do us part.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC
She is gorgeously slim & her skin feels softer,
I visualize & often I dream of being with her,
Cuddling curls of her otherwise straight hair.
So refreshingly sweeter her voice feels softer,
All things begin & end around a smile of hers,
Under her calm eyes in the shade of her hair.
Whether the fruit of my Karma or otherwise,
I find it hard to ignore this gift of time to me,
The calmest sea after that tsunami in my life.
So sweetly attractive is her thought in mind,
All the time she stays staunchly on my mind,
Under the blues of mind making them violet.
She hacked all my sins & put pins to them all,
I wonder how she got baby colors in my life,
Cuddling the long grown-up baby inside me.
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
Dear diary,
Today I was inspired
See, for me they'd conspired
I've finally got the attention I'd desired!
And it's from that particularly dashingly gorgeously fabulous man!
I'd felt so alone
All I could do was moan
Even though I had a mirror-like clone
See, we weren't all that close except in physicality and proximity.
But now I could scream!
- with joy, I mean.
Oh I've been covered in cream!
Such beautiful, fabulous, marvellous and wonderful involvement as this!
His friends they remark
"Oh, what a lark!"
As we frollick in the park
And I haven't figured it all out, the why, the what,
It's not as if it bothers me one jot,
It's just,... well,
That dashingly gorgeously fabulous man,
They like to call him 'Foot Fetish Stan'.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC
today i made love to a gorgeously golden woman high above the ground.
she gave me great warmth and her foreplay made me smile.
sweet and hot like cinnamon-sugar.
a chocolate covered chili pepper melting all over my skin.
somewhere coal shoveled into an engine burns the same color she releases with her essence.
almost like a dragon, her breath scares me and protects me both,
but fails not to wrap around me the aftermath of billowing smoke.
Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 10:13 PM UTC
The other day I was walking
Along the main road of the
Capital city of my state
I saw a Beautiful caption
“corruption is a social evil”
On the vigilance Head office itself
The devil is sitting on the roof
Nobody needs any authentic proof
Without flowers and jewellery
No wife shares her bed with her husband
Every body thinks only money makes them grand
Bribe has become the watch word in this holy land
Without liquor and a hundred note
Nobody will cast his precious vote
Even the teachers took silver glasses
And silk saris for casting their vote
Without a bribe one can’t register the land
The officer shamelessly stretches his/her hand
***** looks more like a beggar
And reminds me of a grave digger
But a few officers are very honest
Because of them a poor man gets a post
May God shed his divine light
And make their lives gorgeously bright!
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 2:41 AM UTC
Not mine, but truly beautiful - and exactly how I believe things should be - not only love - but life, work, self-esteem, everything.
"Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you’ll return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often. You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives. It doesn’t require modifiers. It doesn’t require the condition of perfection. It only asks that you show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU. It’s enough. It’s Plenty."
-Courtney A. Walsh
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
She is like gold, gleaming from the water within,
She is a rose, picked without any thorns,
She is like a bird, free in flight,
She is the wind, always blowing me away,
She is the sunshine, hot and pure,
She is the air I breathe, although she always takes my breath away,
She is a goddess, loyal and mighty,
She is the magnetic pool, just bringing me closer in,
She is a queen, so majestic... my royal majesty,
She is like gravity, always holding me close to her,
She is a princess, always singing the sweetest melody,
She is like a river, her voice so peaceful and filled with beauty,
She is music, always here lifting my spirits,
She is like a lion, so strong and yet so precious,
She is like Earth, always serving a home for me,
She is a locksmith, who holds the key to my heart,
She is like a tree, she sleeps so gorgeously,
She is like electricity, sending a shock to my core,
She is the blue sky, so bright and vivid,
She is like the ocean, her smile so wide and pretty,
She is love, sending my heart warm and cozy feelings,
She is my soul, controlling my deepest emotions,
She is my mind, having thoughts of her every second of living,
She is my power, I cannot resist her pure beauty,
She is mine, always will be, that means forever,
She is my charm, i'm so lucky to have her,
She is my addiction, I can't live with out her,
She is my happiness, always putting this rare smile upon my face,
She is the perfection in my entire world.
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 6:40 PM UTC
Personality disordered,
untamed ardor explores
every river delta
and corner forked;
borderline morphs.
Formless torment disorients,
roaring torrent force
forging its course,
divorcing arboreal forest floor
into a gorge.
Clear mirror
gorgeously adorned
with floral orchard, adored;
stream looks on in horror, forlorn-
shore a formidable fortress stormed,
water waging war on
brambles, thorny swords,
and flourishing orchids scorned;
armored only by rain's discord
and fresh petrichor worn.
Sep 10, 2023
Sep 10, 2023 at 8:56 PM UTC
O, how I admire the flower larkspur
Anytime I sit on the greeny meadows in despair!
Larkspur, a beautiful, lovely fragrant flower thou art with other flowers I compare.
Moments unforgettable in blooms berry, larkspur!
Jasmine, daisy and lily of the valley, the flowers that care
Larkspur, a flower so dear and rare
Admired at the sight of bloom, but forgotten soon at noon, blur
O, how I long to smell the sweet fragrance of larkspur in the time I spare
Of all natures beautiful flower is larkspur
The symbol of love, binding couples so dear
The uniqueness of larkspur I cannot compare
So clearly depicting the true nature of love I declare, sincere
The bride’s bouquet hailed, kissed and preferred but at noon, marred
Symbolizing the truth of love, I pondered, larkspur
Love, so unrequited and err
Fleeting love, takes wings, stirred, like a butterfly on larkspur
Gear towards love's hidden truth, clear
Everything in larkspur has a lesson to spare, stare!
Attractive, adorable, wonderful, sweet scented flower, larkspur
Gorgeously adorned on the bride’s hair; in fair to glare
Rose flower and larkspur, a perfect pair!
Unrequited love, so impaired and blur
Stained by man’s feeble love affair, bizarre.
Larkspur, not a flower mere; to the brokenhearted, repair
The brokenhearted's nightmare, larkspur!
Flaring mixed moments of happiness of the lover’s vows, glare
Drawing sad tears to the eyes, where vows are broken, there!
Stare at the wedding pictures in eyes blur, here…
The shining diamond ring and the beautiful bridal bouquet; larkspur, tears incur
Now, fleeting love mystery and vanity bare
True perfect love non - existent; rare, but where?
Sphere of unrequited love revolve around me, as I stare at this larkspur, now aware!
Augustus Quaicoe
Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 4:25 PM UTC
Gorgeously in the sea
You swim and glide and breathe sweet love
Your smile from above
The ocean floor glows of a gift
We listen to it sift
You help us move through bliss leading
Eternally dreaming awake
Teach us how we can shake our fears
Our hurt learns how to rise
To slide with joy and glide away
It never wants to stay
At home more than a day, we find
A colorful dreamtime
Surfing we are aligned and sleek
We can finally speak
And everything we seek we have
Our inner voice will call
You help us through it all as we
Listen in carefully outside
All around us the tide is loud
A lion roaring crowd
We are seeking the sound that sings
Balance and harmonies
This comfort in us brings great peace
Reveal to us ourselves
Spirit Seal tell us what else we need
To comfort and to feed
Our spirits if indeed we live
Another day to give our prayers
Ask God to meet us where our deep
Wisdom and souls will keep
Us safe when we're asleep Amen
tHE tERRY tREE
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC