"overlays" poems
*Sunset orange ardently overlays periwinkle and thistle whilst two tone brilliant fuchsia in passionate , reserved grace quietly dominates the image of sunrise as portrayed by a child . Forest green , royal blue and cinnamon depict backyard adventure and wonderment of Blue Jays , Begonias , Daisy and Petunia , rainy days captured in black , silver and indigo and raspberry , magical yellows , reds and gold , smiling friends on the school bus , hop scotch , favorite Teachers and kick ball , Summer vacation , grandparents and sand castles on the beach , turquoise sea , brown pelicans and scarlet sailboats , salt water taffy , midnight blue ***** and fuzzy wuzzy starfish*....
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
GLIMPSE
My heart a pouch of rich wine overlays yours
a drop of blood spilled over an arum lily
waits with longing intense, retains no tears
as it remembers its cringes of final fear when it
jumped into your chest of steel, smell of fruit juice, water and old leather all around
My soul lays naked in a room of light while your music plays next door
two plumed serpents dance slow dances to rhythms of drums and pipes, notes of knowingness, sounds repeated
I listen again and again
Spacious a white room waits aged and innocent
in a no-zone forest of mushrooms, poppies and pebbles as the piano vibrates with silence
while Goddess does not speak of a mission that never ends, watching for symbols that appear and vanish while progress moves worse than a snail with a footsore over splintered glass
Surrender struggles to be free !
Drops in space hung on Venus threads
******* heaving and falling, passing tests of temperance, strength, solitude
swallow death and darkened silence deep
in a psyche of five thousand years
Across oceans of space my thoughts travel
not knowing whether they reach your light or
hermit in your head or the warehouse in which
you play with waves of froth on ***** sand
seals and gulls glide and shout
A lighthouse looks on still and sure
muck in the harbour awaits an embrace
fried chips beckon and call to fill my open belly of waiting Sun as love struggles for freedom on a higher plane with yours in ether on a wall I read
Still you sleep a hundred thousand sleeps of
fear and watchfulness
in the distance runs Skeleton Woman with tangled bones to be untangled
knowing that long ago she completed her work
of inner peace with honours
Spartacus and Helen looking on
I wait not for you alone but to fill your Heart
for another work of love, to drink your tears
slate your thirst ~become one, two, three to
ten again as dough rises with surprises inside
eggs fresh full, two yolks and cream to be
eaten on a jetty of harmonious voids
Love lost and found, lost and found
all over again
©ghairodanielspoetryandsong2003
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 4:55 AM UTC
The heart warming melody you produce,
Your my everlasting polyphonic tune,
An endless loop of your love plays,
Heart skips a beat as it overlays.
You are my song I die to hear,
The sound waves I hold onto dear,
I'll press rewind to relive it again,
And forward to skip to the end.
Dust never surrounds your record,
In fact it's the only one heard,
Your greatest hit and my addiction,
Its a beautiful eccentric infliction.
You're the only sound I need,
The reeling tape I take heed,
Bump my night away to grasp my dream,
An endless harmony I'll forever deem.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
Each line overlays the preceding line,
Building a foundation to yours truly;
A passageway to bond your heart to mine,
With bridges of stanzas and roads of words.
A simile for your exquisite smile,
Like the luminous pearls from the oceans;
Or like stars that last in the night awhile,
Yet remembered for an eternity.
A metaphor for your beautiful eyes,
The way they would gently look into mine
And sometimes rained as clouds from the blue skies;
Out of security and happiness.
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
Felt Board
In Sunday school we strained
to hear sandals scraping stone
snap and crackle of kindling
echo of gospel songs sung
in three part harmony
Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego
overlays free floating
smiles all around, fronting
a fiery furnace more
beehive than crematorium
Nebuchadnezzar scowling
from the soft verge of his velvet palace
hush of orange aloe leaves
licking the plush pink
feet of an angel hovering over
the muffled din of a passing July morning.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
Lines Laid Down By Others
Days of measles spent cloaked in twilight
Veil of curtains and dime store sunglasses
Between me and a sun gone dark with evil intent
Hell bent on robbing my sight while I was busy
Looking inward tallying wage against sin
Bedeviled by an itch that needed scratching
Hands sheathed in white tube sock condoms
To ward off nails rendered poison as the fer-de-lance
Snakes that glared back from steamy jungle overlays
In the World Book Encyclopedia, cotton prophylactics
Incompatible with the proper grip of a crayon
But the germ of a lifelong refusal to stay
Inside lines laid down by others.
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
As she moves to the rhythm of my pulsating rays
Playfully teasing under my gaze
Intoxicating hills, mountains, ripples and waves
Covered by 3/4 ths overlays
The mental visual plays.
Finger lumens caress and rove
Flick and probe
tickle and pinch
Patiently exploring every square inch.
A galactic minx
Bringing me to brinks
Prospecting her nectar for energy drinks
Spin at a terrific speed changeable and swift indeed
her winds will cut in a storm
Yet the right currents keep her warm
Spinning in orbit at 93 still in full form
To know the cipher and understand the God
ahm smiling at her curves.
**** it’s hard
could shatter light into shards
Transforming crystals to stars
must dip in her dew
It’s mountin’ and this fountain
bout to spit atomic stew
nucleatin’ and hydratin’
keepin up with her gyratin’
vibratin’, shakin’ and quakin’
Osiris’ rod cleavin’ into her sod
spewin’ ray seed in clods
a spectrum of dust
It’s a must to keep her satient with love, no lust…
– Haakim Understanding
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
I live my life in fantasy,
I am always daydreaming,
or am I always sleeping?
I cannot tell what is real,
and what is a construct of my mind.
Imagination overlays my senses.
Did I see you or did I create you?
Is the sky even blue?
Every shade of red I see in the sunset hue,
I see blue in black as all goes dark,
I see stars twinkle, but if I stare too long most fade from sight,
and as I blink, they flash back into existence.
Are they really there?
I feel as though the moon is always full, I see the dark side filling in a crescent of light.
I smell earth and metal below the wet grass but most only smell the mildew rising up as the sun pulls water into air.
Hot air above concrete, it distorts my sight.
Can I truly trust my own senses?
Maybe I should only trust thought.
But my thoughts are merely a compilation of all I have ever experienced.
What can be trusted in life?
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC