"praiseful" poems
*Deep within Sleep
Gleam in the beautiful Dream
Attract the mindful Abstract*
Pleasantries of meadow breezes praising my soft warm skin, Rows of wild green stemmed roses sway silently to zephyr's sonata, colorful floras bless the land with vibrant violets, blues, reds such desirable scenery to take in upon the moonlit Earth, Distant sounds of soft howls barking at the pale blue moon
**Dreaming free__________warmly touched breeze
Vibrant roses__________colorful scene**
**Moonbeams mend__________Earth's dreamt surface
Blessed soft howls__________restful meadow**
**Pleasantry__________pristine dreams flourish
Violets, blues, reds__________Zephyr's song**
As I open my pale blue eyes the land I possess inside dreamscapes, divinely flourishes with deep beauty, The happy sun makes its presence known by sharing its gifts of growth and warmth with the Earth's den, while nature dances with glee at full blooming process, The birds sing their illustrious praiseful songs unto the newborn life that Mother Nature produced for all to share
*Endearing sun
Growing beautiful flowers
Rebirthing nature's bounty*
May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 10:07 AM UTC
writing a nonsensical poem
and
expecting
a praiseful
comment
on
it
is
the
greatest
weakness
of
a
socalled
poet
like
me
on
HELLO POETRY
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 2:20 AM UTC
Summer time -
the romantic time -
for picnic in the park -
with obscene ********
She has a smile -
that is not ***** -
but is clean,
and praiseful;
witnessing the heavens -
declare our glory.
Naughty?
Wanton?
Sin is puzzled...
Assuming wrongly it pauses.
Beefsteak lollipop creamhorn,
and chocolate cake,
cherry bon bon,
honeysuckle
with coffee.
Shocking the sordid and sullen, as they look for wickedness to relate to.
The warmth of God upon us...
Elohim, Adonai, Tetrgrammaton, Jesus!
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
6/10/96
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 2:11 AM UTC
Look at the caged bird, surrounded by barbed wire.
It's always complaining about this and that and freedom and stuff.
Hey little bird! Aren't you grateful at all?
What would you do in the wild wide, perilous sky?
Can't you see my wingless, spineless vultures?
Don't you see how grateful and praiseful they are?
The little bird does not reply.
It pecks and pecks until the cage turns blood.
To get some blue, it's paying in red.
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 3:48 PM UTC
With colours i am singing
that song of hope and love
up in the light sun rising
i saw a trush on the tree
singing a song as a prayer
and i too did exalting nature
i should be humble and thankful
to that pretty spring morning
coming with coloured words
all came easily to my mind
garnishing that praiseful song
merciful to the one who created
all that beauty life coloured
with all the créatures species
colours of light unbelievable
thank you life again and again
till you will wash our hypocrisies
life came from that love who
became now strange to us
people fear it as an illness
humanty will ends without love
it is the end of the colours
without love it's the end of the lights
the dreams and the songs
the end of the ocre human dust
what will remain at the end!
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 4:54 AM UTC