"marvelously" poems
You are beautiful
You are tremendously beautiful
You are marvelously beautiful
You are astonishingly beautiful
You are magnificently beautiful
You are breathtakingly beautiful
Inner and outer
You are beautiful
You are the definition of Beauty
Or shall I say, what is Beauty compared to you
What is Beauty compared to you ?
It feels shy and ashamed when I describe you
A weak meaning it has when I describe you
A meaningless meaning it has when I describe you
Never existed it wishes when I describe you
You are beautiful
For your beauty I searched
Every language ever lived
And every word ever existed
And the romantic era that occurred
Could not find a way to describe your beauty
Could not find a way to tell the world about your beauty
You are beautiful
Vocabulary will be invented
Words never existed
To the dictionaries will be added
In the dictionaries will live
In the lovers tongues will breath
To describe your beauty
The one and the only beauty
The living and the dead will forget about Cleopatra
Because your beauty is ultra
A new period will start, The Beauty Era
Your era
--Hisham Alshaikh
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 12:20 PM UTC
He began with all living things
On the first day of anti-creation
Killing all; be they beggars or kings
No judgment just pure negation
On the second day lights went out
There was no longer night nor day
Only darkness was present throughout
Not a shadow not a tinge of grey
All this darkness destroyed vegetation
Photosynthesis ceased to take place
Everything was beyond devastation
Gasping and lacking in grace
The fourth day destroyed solid ground
He made sure every rock all the stones
Would sink and not ever be found
No one would ever unearth old bones
On the fifth day the clouds were unmade
Rain reunited the sea with the sky
In a marvelously heavy cascade
So the second last day went by
On the last day he reversed creation
Of Heaven and Earth in one blow
It was much easier than damnation
And God sat there and enjoyed the show.
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
Your smile is like the scent
of a wildflower; you give
it generously and graciously to all;
like a flower you wear beauty
Marvelously; that is why designers
made you their abode;
the bees (journalist) and beetles (fans) of the
concrete jungle love your sweet nature,
which is like that of a flower;
that is why your name is
on their lips and they chase
you wherever you go.
You are the most gorgeous flower
with the most captivating blush
and beautiful stalk;
you make the world blissful by
allowing our eyes to drink your
beauty till we stagger drunk with it.
By Jove! Everything about you is
wild, charming, and down to earth,
like a wildflower in the spring.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 10:35 PM UTC
I drew the second third line
A first fourth one is on deck
Knew I inked them finely fine
Still, I go check and recheck
Marvelously filleted corners
Cleave an unsettling sound
Put compass back on paper
Just to make sure it's round
Anxiety was bound to happen
To the fifth first line I go back
Again, I sharpen and sharpen
But I give up, made it all black
Perfection is not my liberty
But a numb skin I wish to flay
Half of my mind seeks symmetry
Yet the other half
is in
disarray
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
You and I are piles of skin and bones
Wrapped in linens to protect us
From getting holes
I'll follow you through your ever venture
Blue eyes pierce me like the icicles we strolled past
As I fell marvelously in love with you
Golden tips to the nuts and bolts
Of a crying, perfect, hopeless disease
I'm calling this sensation what it is
(Remind me to tell you in the morning.)
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
Marvelously Mentored
In mind
I guide my wheelchair
forward through the valley of death
and fear rises as if lachrymal dew
But I take heart knowing
there is a private way,
a fusion of mind=body,
my tao
Out of this valley
the way is paved
with slippery tempting templates,
Sirens songs,
a lyrical playlist cunningly self collected,
but I remain mindfully resolute
caped in electric blanket and birthday suit
my 3D hero is me, Marvelously mentored,
sans copyright.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
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The devils situate me in the dungeon,
In this pitch-dark place,
Chains locked to my hands and feet,
I clamor at the top of my lungs,
But only my voice echoed,
And penetrated deep, deep within my soul,
A voice with dejection,
Tears gushed out from my eyes,
All swollen for hours and hours of crying,
My hopes almost diminish,
My prayers weaken,
This little faith lifted my chin up,
But my body is so worn out i can't hold it any longer,
Oh God please help me,
Please save me from here,
Then suddenly,
I passed out,
After awhile i feel two hands holding my face,
I opened my eyes,
But the light is too bright,
I can't see anything,
I close my eyes and listened to the wonderful voice talking marvelously to me,
It's a man's voice!
I open my eyes again and i see a man,
With all white clothes,
And a huge wings behind his back,
I was dumbfounded,
An angel!
Exhiliration enfold me,
And I started weeping silently,
My God answered me! He answered me!
He is my angel,
I slapped my face with my two hands,
I might be dreaming,
But no i am not,
This is totally true!
He stand me up,
I stand up with no troubles,
I was astounded,
No more chains, no more chains !!
I am free, i am free!
In my happiness i hugged him.
One second i was hugging an angel,
Another second I am hugging a man.
Oh, Wow!
That man is him,
The man who did all for me,
The man who saved me from my darkest place,
He took me out of that ghastly place,
And now I am in paradise with him,
He makes me happy all the time,
All the time,
He is always there for me,
Whether I am happy, sad or depress,
He is always there,
He inspires me,
He is my angel,
He help me overcome my demons,
He is my light here on earth,
His radiance shines brightly on me,
And I am beyond happy,
He comforts me,
He is my refuge,
I always have this hope to wake up each day 'cause I know, I know i am gonna see him,
He is my happiness,
My best friend,
The one I can always lean on to,
The one I can always trust,
His smiles are my daily dosage,
His laughs, his jokes are my daily medication.
His love is my supplication,
He is my all, my all,
I learn to extend my patience,
I learn how to be selfless,
He showed me a geniune love,
A love so recherché,
He guides me to the right tract,
And hold my hand so tight and walk with me,
He protects me from bad,
He is my other half,
My preordained one,
My strong king,
What's the best thing in him is,
He pulls me closer to God,
I can't thank him enough for all he do,
He is so amazing to me,
How can i even deserve this?
God had been so good to me,
I am way so blessed,
I am so blessed,
I am gonna show him my love daily,
I am gonna be by his side always,
I am here waiting for him alone,
I am here to love him always,
I won't leave thee,
For you are preordained for me,
My love, my soulmate,
Ohhh goodness Lord,
I praise you oh Lord for all you do,
I thank you for all you have done for me,
I am so blessed Lord,
I am so blessed!
with love <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC
“creamy unto delicious” he marvels and marvelously replies,
when a hazy memory from mournings past asks howz it taste?
this café au lait in a french handleless cup big enough to drown
your bad dreams, just the thing, the A way to start to day, manufacturing schemes to wipe the slate or just add to a long longingly “to never do” list, time frozen, whitened emptily clean, a familiar frenemy
but staying in bed on a beauty of mostly sunny, partly cloudsy day,
is tempting now that he is armed and dangerous with mug gigantic,
doing nothing is so sublime, until a lunchtime of Corona and lime,
reminds you that dinner planning will be needed under the influence of vin rosé, ordering by app so easy, marveling at the choicest array, easy quick under his non-currant existence, wordplay for no-audience
when there is no one there to disagree or temper your eyes appetite,
or bring you café with heart designs in caramel and white, or inquire
howz it taste so you nonetheless reply out loud with tears while wondering how memories live-on, in drinks and catch phrases,
you answer when she no longer, not here to ask, to gentle reprimand,
but answer the answer to everything, with an all encompassing
crémeux à délicieux creamy unto delicious,
reminder to David, you now, king of nothingness, shepherd of no one,
no longer need a real voice to answer unto anything
~for my lover of everything french~
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
Countless pages are silently turned in unread books
With quiet secrets passed through the ages
Mysteriously holding inside, wisdom passed down
Deep thoughts of the sages
Sensational scenes of marvelously profound dreams
Lie patiently there waiting upon the fading ink
The rich abundant thoughts of great men of worth
With an innate drive to uniquely think
A gentle breeze of knowledge blows across one’s face
Softly calling out a sweep of welcoming hail
Tempting minds with a voracious need to learn
To come and read their untold tales
Take a moment out in your life’s seeking journey
To rest your eyes upon these unread lines
Read and treasure the wisdom offered in measure
Satisfy the hunger you hold in your mind
If you find your mind is hungry and seeking appeasement
Driven deeply, by a powerful need to learn
Take a taste of the great wisdom left there in earnest
Satisfaction waits, in those pages you turn
Aug 1, 2010
Aug 1, 2010 at 6:13 AM UTC
Actually Awesome
Beautifully Broken
Courageously creative
Differently Dazzling
Eagerly Edgy
Fascinatingly Fastidious
Gracefully Great
Handsomely Harmonious
Independently Intelligent
Jokingly Joyful
Keenly Kind
Lovingly Lyrical
Marvelously Magnificent
Naturally Narcissistic
Originally Open-minded
Passionately Pleasant
Quintessentially Quirky
Respectfully Rebellious
Sarcastically Smart
Typically Twisted
Unbelievably Unique
Vigorously Viscous
Wonderfully Wild
X-tremely Xenodochial
Young-fully ******
Zealously Zany
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
rain
in the summer attraction
the luminous water
drop above the emotional sky
limitless feeling
poured beneath
unto my feet
subside to my inner reaction
blessed by the creation
gratitude sprinkle
with freedom and happiness
marvelously,
i am
amaze of what the nature
could give
to live with the energy of its spirit
wrap it all around my soul
as my body move automatically
like the wind blows
like the flower grows
like it flows naturally
so let me dance
and follow
the gaze of an epiphany
as it flourish the golden hours
of time and space
pleasure i find from tranquility
releasing it
in the hidden treasure land
beyond the living things
that we’re savoring for
i’m awe and stunnned by every moment
that i spend
and
slowly
take it while it last for an hour
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
In a midnight lamentation,
the soul (suppressed) of reprobation,
wallowed in wasted conspiracies-
unjust (censored) confirmations.
My shoes (foundation) which were half on,
stained the beer (love), which was half gone,
that he camped- (devoted) so entitled,
marvelously, (masculine) so magnificently upon.
Ongoing obstacles, alluring alike,
repressed restraints depicted, despite-
ones that evaded, encompassed our love,
which freshly, faithfully, finally took-flight.
That beer (blazing) tottered so temping-
wrongfully, radiantly, reluctantly-right!
It swiveling-and-spinning, (dangling) around the axis of life,
Makes this, yet another- lamentation in the night.
Jul 2, 2010
Jul 2, 2010 at 2:22 AM UTC
I always believed scars were so beautiful,
until I became one.
A walking, breathing, talking scar - an unchanging reminder of what was and what shall never be again.
I became the scar reminiscent of our love- or rather my love because you were the definition of unrequited
and I used to like that about you - your unwaveringly selfish nature, I used to accredit it to your self belief but then I realised you got that from stripping away mine.
Bit by bit you became who you were by chipping away at pieces of my soul.
Catching the dust of all my dreams and beliefs in your hands and then sifting through it to get what you needed.
Some days you needed a lover.
You needed the heat of my hands raw against the planes of your back- which I had studied in such a neurotically engrossed manner-that surprised even you.
Other days you needed a slave, bent upon raw knees to serve your every whim
and not in a ****** sense because you made it clear that I was repulsive to you most of the time.
No,
you needed someone to serve you and worship at the temple that was your being. You needed a women to be enslaved to your love. You needed to be served and ushered and elevated with no emotional connection. You needed an unchanging commitment that only served you.
You see, I was forever trying to be what you needed and in that attempt-that feigned attempt at what I used to believe was love, I lost myself. Wading through parts of you that you didn't even care to understand I lost myself.
Raw on my knees.
Wading barefoot through your soul.
Between the sheets- crawling towards you milimeter by milimeter only for you to move further each time.
Tracing the planes of your burning back.
That's when I lost myself,and became a scar. Evidence of all the times you hurt me in a marvelously unflinching and unforgiving way...
All of which I realised when I was destitute.
You see you used to be my home but then the season of our love expired and you threw me out and as I walked the streets of my new life, navigating what it meant to exist without you, I had an earth shatteringly glorious ephiphany - that loving you and being destitute were the same thing.
So here I am. A scar that walks and talks and breathes and the great thing about this scar is that I'm evidence of a healed wound. I am no longer raw from loving you and I am no longer lost. I'm a *** who smiles with no teeth.
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
[A child of indeterminate sex--either a delicate-featured boy or a tomboy-ish girl--, 9 or 10 years old, enters the chamber where the United States Council of Artists is meeting.]
"Is this the United States Council of Artists?"
[The Chairman of the Council responds:] "Yes. Who are you?"
"That doesn't matter. Are all the high arts present? Poetry, Music, the Visual Arts?"
"Yes. . . . There are people from all the various arts here. . . ."
"The Hour of your Doom is upon you."
"What do you mean?"
"You've failed to create with feeling.
Nuclear angst no longer excuses you.
Moral uncertainty, the dissolution of society,
no longer excuses you.
The 'Death of God' no longer excuses you.
Human beings have not changed.
We are not the hollow men.
Great art
comes from the heart;
your superfluities will now depart.
"Painter! Isn't it true that the same day you started work on this [holding up a reproduction of the painting "Incongruities: White Lines, Pink Lines"] you visited a hardware store with a middle-aged clerk whose face was wonderfully sad and quizzical? That as you walked home the pattern of the sun shining through the trees onto the sidewalk was marvelously variegated?
"Composer! Tell me honestly [playing a cassette recording of "Duet in F-Minor for Flute and Woodblock"] that these rhythmless sounds move you. . . . It's made with the head, completely with the head.
"Poet! Isn't it true that you've never written any poems expressing your deepest feelings: your love of your older sister; the painful growing-apart of you and your wife leading up to your divorce; your hatred of the stuffy academics who denied you tenure; the passion you felt for that Australian girl on Corfu last summer. . . . Instead you've written these [holding up a book entitled Root Crops, No Metaphors and reading from it:]
translucent, magenta-veined root-tips
push, cell by cell, into humid grit;
dark green, dark-red-veined crowns
expand profligately sunward. . . .
"Great art
speaks to the heart;
your superfluities will now depart."
[Another Council member:] "Mr. Chairman, with all due respect to this --surprisingly eloquent-- young person, I suggest that we return to the business at hand which is" [consulting his agenda] "the allocation this fiscal year for haiku in South Dakota."
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC
I watch you gracefully
Move peacefully
Around the heavens
Confine to a coffin
Of lost souls
Unable to escape
The world that once
Rejoiced purpose
Now left to decompose away
While children of the night
Resurface to eat the leftovers
Of what was me
A dinner, a fest, a mockery of me
Split open by ghoulish fiends
A banquet of adulteration & fornication
Bathing in a fountain of pleasure
Drenched inside a velvet river
A life taker & a death giver
I lived a heinous life
Destroyed poor souls
Violated the code of being civil
Hell wouldn't even accept me
You
The moment I gazed my eyes upon you
My aggression to desecrate sentient beings
Vanished
What have you done to me?
What were you?
Why do you accept me?
Why do you love me?
I’m a hideous creature with no sympathy towards
Anything that breathes the air of
Creation
Your innocents was so pure
Your wings spread so gracefully
Your voice was so elegant
Was I dreaming?
I ask myself, why me?
What do you see in me?
I cannot be loved
I have no soul
I just have a ungodly grim heart
Dark as a raven’s feather
You
Constructed from the finest marvel
Glorifying marvelously
Upon where the gods stand
Pure like a diamond that shines
Magnificently in the light of Apollo
Yes!
You were the light to this
Horrific monster
My other half
This duality we created
Balance & union
Love & hatred
Life at one point had meaning, but time has finally caught up with us.
I watched you leave my very arms
Disappear into dust
Vanishing into the air
Returning home to recreate a new life
That roams this rock
I can never return
Only watch you from the heavens
While I suffer an eternity of loneliness
Unbalanced
And
Hatred
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 10:31 AM UTC
They made an elephant paint,
using reward and punishment, method
marvelously created paintings!
that success made world headlines!!
******** yet another folly of human creation,
let me tell you the truth, kept hidden.
Angry for not getting coconut fronts,
generously supplied in other occasions,
the elephant just pretended the brush was palm front substitute,
the paint kept in front, to him was dung to play with.
The shapes of his hunger turned to accidental art,
it wasn't his fault, poor guy, his canvas cries out!
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 7:29 AM UTC
Words couldn't express
Like a vanilla ice cream
Floating up above
Like an angel
Humming and singing together
Sleeps evaporate
Dreams melt
Marvelously exemplary
The gazing tantalizing sky
The wind of the air that never ends
It chills me that i couldn't breathe
Procreation at least beneath
By the largest motion on
And so maximized the feeling inside
Love and inhale
Love and exhale
The power of fate
The power of life
Cycling all over again
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC
Dear Mona lisa,
So Comely Just like The Queen of Sheba
Standing Wonderously As if you are The leaning Tower of Pisa
Putting me under like anesthesia
Forgeting where I am As if I have amnesia
You are Everywhere I want to be like visa
Painted With glitter Shining bright Like Fame
Some may see you as a picture living in a frame
But I......I just Pondering at The thought of just knowing your name
As I Admire from afar
Praying to get to know how truely beautiful you are
It amazes me how thru you I can see him.
You remind me of an artistic painting in a museum,
Seen Marvelously but left untouched
Yet I yearn to have your heart to clutch
Desiring One day that you and I can love one another so much
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
What thoughts most admirable to take the emotional avenue to create to see in your mind a one of a
Kind person get the soul right and then move to the exterior that which would be seen and interacted
With for a life time what an undertaking but what else could make such sparks and the tremendous
Emotional swell to go to this place stand before the quietest shimmering possibilities a personality like
No other accepting the fact there would be common traits that everyone has but this is special this is
Horrendous in the idea no tolerance for error can exist this new person with functionality of will and
Freedom to express it demands nothing less so lies social justice and order then the operation of
Communicating what extreme place of awe you have to stand at to attempt this feat the tone the
Measure it will exact in the human drama of life seemingly simple but genius throughout in form and
Substance a constant flow that was the sum total of exquisite harnessed displayed in ordinary you need
To think on these matters when negatives penetrate the operational defense they should die as you
Contemplate how marvelously and wonderfully you are made your being passes the greatest minds and
Achievements our language is beset and besieged for a temporary time so the best we offer is listen
Here buster but behind that there is an imprisoned intellect that is now subject to the winding and trifle
Terms of existence but in those confines what beauty what treasure is hinted at the suppressed holds
Such revered qualities if we could get this psychiatry would be reduced greatly what a storehouse you
Are every need in human existence is there every fixation has deep roots foundational bedrock you
Were mined in a divine realm your feet are weighted to earth but over riding this is spirit that can’t be
Held completely to the functions of the body what immortal springs call to you as you have a thirst for
Them nothing else will satisfy why else is there such unexplained anxiety the Psychiatrist can’t give this
Answer because they follow the same path that is ignorance that parades as intelligent comprehensive
Analysis which you can plainly judge as ineffective and man trying to answer spiritual complexity with
Limited understanding I guess it is hard to unravel the statement that we are all fearfully and
Wonderfully made this writing comes from me looking at your picture truth truly will set you free
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 11:33 PM UTC
The immediate introversion,
A safe solitude.
Alone and alive.
Lacking loneliness,
At this disturbing depth,
Unlike the saliently superficial.
The calming confusion
Relaxes and reassures.
Defiantly deliberate,
And thoroughly thoughtful.
Marvelously mesmerized
By my continuous contemplation.
Overtly observant,
And insightfully introspective.
Fiercely focused
On building and bettering.
I meticulously memorialize,
And succinctly summarize,
My lavish love,
For being
Alone and alive.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 4:45 PM UTC
Privilege: written on my skin
I swear I'm on your side
Though I lock my doors when you pass by.
Try to ignore what's within
The enraged masses to whom I spoke
Though I'm guilty of what's battered down their throats.
Get me by the *****
The phallicist marvelously displayed in power
Squeeze out every drop of lust; watch me shrivel and cower.
Place me within these walls
Walking along your glass ceiling as I dream
Fondling your ******* on behalf of the company.
I'm no passerby
Though I weave you on the street like a fleeting ghost
I serve like you're a growth and I'm the lucky host.
It's a **** good lie
To myself; believe I'm not guilty too
Of all the hate and greed that's crippling you.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC
My biggest wish for you
Is that when you are old
And grey
You have crow's feet
That crinkle
At the corners of
Your eyes
The world will know
You lived successfully
You were fulfilled
In life
You found happiness
In all you did
You will not have
Wrinkles on your forehead
From years of furrowing
Your brow
In dismay
May this life
Bring you
Nothing but pleasure
May you find
Beauty
In the cracks
Of the sidewalks
In the face
Of your reflection
In the still lakes
You will age marvelously
With a smile like that
I just wanted
To tell you
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 1:38 AM UTC
tangerine and cerulean
cool beneath our feet
in a spiraling mosaic
while we rest and eat
olives from the groves
salty as the sea below
lapping on the shores to touch
fields marvelously aglow
with the shimmer of the fireflies
as they perform their dance
a lilting, evanescent display
that leaves us in a trance
we amble back to the villa
as the setting sun paints the air
a dazzling vermillion
that reminds me why i'm there
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
there is no where to hide when
under pale moon light
and when rolling in the deep
there are no lies, no falsities
for you can see right through me,
and I through you
like a kitten with a spool of thread
you spark my heart evermore
with your little quirks, and comments,
your opinions, and open ended topics
oh and yet, you're a marvelously beautiful creature,
with your flawless curvatures, and features
you're darling, just darling
all the way around, inside and out
and when laying next to you,
as you run your fingers through my hair
not a single worry bothers my pretty little head,
not a single care
oh, so long as you're there...
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 12:59 AM UTC