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PhiWrit Dec 2014
The heights of which my heart doth soar
Above the clouds golden topped from the sun
A place it has never traversed before
Encompassing the loving light angel spun
This creates a tapestry of stars at night
On opposite ends these figures dance
They could not withstand their light so bright
On a hallowed eve they met happenchance
The luck of that night one couldn't believe
Two hearts of gold with stories to be told
Through each other's experiences they sieve
To retrieve the treasured stores untold
So it may be sacred and kept aside
For it is precious beyond compare
To be cherished along this ride
A union of souls through fire shall fare
My fire burns so bright,
It is set to consume the world
WA West Aug 2018
Barely do my Wednesdays fill with longing,

Lost observers rendering August whims to the scrapheap of infinity,

Galvanized entities downing tools schematically,

A posse of awareness pronating towards incandescent light,

Mostly everything a prolonging of jest and belly laughs,

Dawn brings the sick belly of listlessness,

Hordes of happenchance and imaginers of silence dancing,

The chitter chatter cadence does dim for a minute stretching yonde
#listless #wednesday #shortpoem #silly
eleanor prince Jan 2019
no ripple
on glistening pond
bucolic greenery
greeted sweet mornings
like apple muffins
dusted with
spice

pathways through
rainforest's half-light
hushed cathedral
birdsong rang true
retrieved to senses
a lilting lullaby's melodic
notes

then machinery
of life's happenchance
seared through undergrowth
chainsaw's presence
halted paradise
lacerations on earth's
lungs

reverberations hit
tremors appear
reach beyond
borders coddled close
as things find a new
place to roost and
grow
sometimes things change perhaps somewhat unexpectedly -  a relationship experiences a different phase, needs are not being met the way they once were, someone close to us moves far away, a sweet friendship can suffer an unanticipated wound - whatever the loss, there can be regret and it can feel like much of value has been lost, yet at times it can lead to certain insights and more...
I bow to Life

I prostrate full body at the sacred feet of Nature

Willowy branches of trees swaying, bending
in the spring breeze
their hearts overflowing with sweet sap
I am so grateful
You gladly share the boughs of fruit
abounding on my oak wood kitchen table

Wild forest daisies don their
vivacious, yellow Easter bonnets
dancing with rays of sunlight
nod Namaste
Salaam, Salaam, Salaam

I bow to my furry friend Rama,
to the red and black poka dot lady bug
seated by happenchance
on my folded palms

I bow to you dear reader and lover of poetry

I bow to the Light within You
taylor Feb 2020
Greenleigh:

Rounding your cottage side,
There you were, bundles tied,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed,
What plan were for the blooms?
In the kitchen rose fumes,
You truly  hoped for a tryst,
Wine love potion cauldron,
Boiled in my drink to stun,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed.

Haven:

My beauteous neighbor,
I submit to ardor,
All in obscure struggles midst,
I see your distant gaze,
But you I try to faze,
You were all to me exist,
“I will beckon at noon,
In this hot summer June,”
All in obscure struggles midst.

  Greenleigh:

But as I spy, I think,
Then discreetly slink,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed,
I culled my own blossoms,
His allures my thraldoms,
I truly hoped for a tryst,
To you a bit of remorse,
Yet my heart waxed full force,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed,

I catch the way you stare,
I will avoid our affair,
All in obscure struggles midst,
Supplanted your fetters,
Entreaty, scrawled letters,
He were all to me exist,
I thought to meet halfway,
Might I be led astray,
All in obscure struggles midst,

  Wyn:

And I received her word,
Intended a detour,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed,
Read the book of magic,
My love to you chronic,
I truly  hoped for a tryst,
Donned my riding garments,
Leas, with my assortments,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed,

Her eyes, you I outshone,
Heedless to her writ tone,
All in obscure struggles midst,
Fancied your ivor teeth,
Smooth skin, your clothes ‘neath.
You were all to me exist,
In daydreams I drifted,
Blunders, I self chided,
All in obscure struggles midst,

  Greenleigh:

Shocked when I saw him trot!
With grasp I became fraught,
All in obscure struggles midst,
He visits you, not me,
Deceit deserved, yet plea!
You were all to me exist,
Could not look in his eye,
Yet utter not goodbye,
All in obscure struggles midst,

Haven:

“Neighbor, wrong I done ye!”
I watch only blankly,
All in obscure struggles midst,
Her twisted mouth distressed,
No one thought we were blessed,
You were all to me exist,
I mumbled, brimming tears,
Should have asked direct, fears,
All in obscure struggles midst,

He was the fool of fate,
Confused yet did await,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed,
I vied for your full love,
As you to his yet shove,
I only hoped for a tryst,
Rapt in misconceptions,
Mocked us, even aspens,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed,

All:

Yet not so sly were we,
Does cognizance come bleak,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed,
We greeted happenchance,
What’s left but insistence?
Our furtive attempts yet missed,
Admit not errs, turn rightwards,
Fracturing our concords,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed,

  Greenleigh:

Anxiously sipped bottles,
And did we start battles,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed,
Suffused eyes, flushed faces,
Affects spill, anguishes,
Our furtive attempts yet missed,
We die lone in shambles,
Bonds of love in scrambles,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed.
MRQUIPTY Apr 2016
swiftly passes some grey occluded light
when temperature and high currents shift.
not excluded; that worried moon at night,
yet their voluminous nothings drift.


happenchance that such collisions can wreck
the fusion made dance of light and heat.
a silent complicity has no check
to balance this pirouette of deceit.


not seeing the empty left by your draught
he is all rapt in the swirling eddy.
trapped with me now giddy and, mad laughter
in the blooming gloom, casting shadows, steady.


we,too much like drab dancers on a stage,
lit tragically for such a tryst parade.
Little Wren Dec 2017
I fell from you

A limb overburdened with fruit
Spring's ephemeral light, windswept
that trickled in from first frost
left the juices of our bounty
Dripping from my twigs.

The ripening ****
passed her prime,
too rotten for the birds
Mulching the rootlets that lay
at your feet--

I fell slowly away.

Sluggish to snap free
Quick to embrace the descent,

I let go,
and the bliss felt
once I was returned to earth
earnestly began the decay of me
into a much more beautiful
Happenchance.
Alan S Jeeves Apr 2020
I reflect on what you look like now!
You were beauteous when I saw you last.
What precious gifts did time endow?
All those years of tranquil absence
As you slumbered away the time somehow.

I wonder if your eyes remain bright,
They always looked at me kindly.
I think that, if you're at home tonight,
I could give you a call ~ perhaps...
Or should I just simply write?

I expect that you smile as you always could;
Intriguing, enchanting, and toasty warm.
But you smiled for me today ~ I knew you would
(In any case I've misplaced your number).
I must be more careful ~ I know I should.

Do you think of me, perchance?
When days are long and nights are cold
Bestow on me a passing glance?
Think of times, now far away ~ distant?
A sombre time, a valedictory happenchance.

I should visit but what's to gain?
~ To see, now, how you are?
I could easily even cause you pain.
I would come soon, now! today!
But outside it looks like rain.

                                          ASJ
Pauper of Prose Jun 2018
I miscalculate my fortunes and searching in pain
Find my lovely and ask her for another change
She says “no”, to my requested exchange
Baffled, I make myself clearer but she still refrains
I pull out crisp bills and push them in range
She shakes her head but doesn’t explain
Yet we’ve done this before, it’s simple and plain
Traded currencies without concern or complain
Her thoughts are riding some otherworldly train
Finally her lips depart and she exclaims
That I must leave her station without a backward glance
So I walk from her in a dazed, dull, trance
Then a friend lets it slip by happenchance
That I confused the words change for chance
When she's going, going, gone...
Mary Gay Kearns Jun 2018
Two
It be happenchance that two personalities find
In one another an asymmetrical mirrored mind
Brought together in space and time, bending
Reality so far that the book of knowledges closes.


No prediction could have guessed such a loving
Couplet, nor devoured a nectar so cunningly sweet.
For at its core, unobtainable without the other, lies
A tale of unimaginable cradling where terror abides.

Love Mary  x
True about two boys .One planned to get the other to ****** him.
Fortunately they both survived
This is internet / grooming crime at its worst .
Love Mary x
Larry Feb 2020
Another New-Day.
One where I give it ordinance
and stands proper.
Never one to shy-away from giving due
whilst paying-dues
and more than likely to draw-near
befriending that which is inside of you.

Questions w/ their various answers
riddled-out in sequence for actions
but not excluding inactions
for all stimuli exact happenstance
playing-out as rigmarole- happenchance
leaving answers w/ certitude verifiable
although their nature elusive, thus: unreliable.
Shamai Jan 2022
Isn’t it amazing how much attention we give to body
We dress and clean and groom it and explode when we look shoddy
We think that our appearance is how other's tend to judge us
Can we take some time here to justify and talk, so let us now discuss this
Our body is just a part of us, a part and not a whole
Take time to look a little deeper then you’ll find a better goal
For our bodies are just a fraction of what we should be looking for
If we look a little deeper then for sure we will then score
We are more than just our bodies, our minds and feelings, oh
We are so much more than what we know, let’s take this all in tow
We have a body to take us places where we’ve never been before
We have a mind to guide that trip and feelings can be a chore
So body, mind and feelings are just a part of who we be
And what is it that steers the ship? Let’s look and we will see
We have a body, mind, and emotions and we are so much more
We need to find our true, real self, we need to find our core
The Self that guides who we are now and who we’re meant to be
Is something more than our tri self, take time to look and see
Our self is a flow of mind-stream and ****** conditions
Our self is taken care of by our family physicians
Our Transpersonal Self is able to stand in itself
Received, absorbed and utilized by the self
When we look beyond body, mind and emotions
We find that we’re much more
Than who we thought we might find
Our true Self at the core
Our driving force is Self which is a truly focal point
An enduring reality, stable center with a very simple viewpoint
The Self is what is left when we take away the parts
The Self can stand alone, it’s the power from where life starts
The self is not a working force, in a sense it just can be
For the Self is not the electric cord, it’s the power which we can’t see
The self and Self in unison can be a beautiful dance
It comes from knowing who we are, it’s experience not happenchance
So if we take just minute to know we’re more than just our body
We’ll find that we are so much more, a soul that we embody
Materialism is believing that our body is all we are
Yet when we look much deeper we’ll find our soul is the true star
Kelly McManus Jun 2019
Once was happening
isn't happening anymore
just by happenchance
                                  Kelly McManus
thanks my heavenly dad and mother
for the rosemary tea seasoned wih salt from tears
dis may,  dis stance, happenchance,
now i remember why
i don't want to

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