Thy countenance behooves what I adore
The sun is dim beside your smile and glow
I see things in you never seen before
You make my heart beat anything but slow
Your feet they float on surface where we walk
Your clothing wafts like mist above the ground
I look at you and find it hard to talk
My voice does not give forth the slightest sound
I see your hand and wonder does it call
Or is it just to drive me far away
Your hair, is as is for a summers ball
I have the will, I ask show me the way
I contemplate the way to make you mine
I may need help to get me past the line
Water flowing downward from the hilltop
Meandering through gullies and the fell
Even bigger mountains for the backdrop
Where it really starts so hard to tell
Reaching a low cliff it becomes airborne
And plunges to the pool not far below
Down there in amongst the thriving buckhorn
Where fish live in the depths and lesser flow
Colours dance in spray that rises swirling
And wetting all the plants for yards around
Then duck and dive, and begin the twirling
Accompanied by crashing water sound
The strength of nature has me in its hold
A power that has been since time untold
January 31 2020
I am struggling a bit here, totally new to me. If I did not get it, so be it. I would like a hint where I went wrong
Simple question was asked but they fumble;
What are you going to do with your life?
Most of them babble, to speak they struggle;
Appears they don't know how to handle strife.
Don't have idea for their future day
lost their direction that shows confusion.
Answer to question is simple if they
apply their minds, there can't be illusion.
It's to find what makes them happy, see what
interests them most, what helps them to let
their creativity flourish; Don't shut
once known, go ahead, take next step, heart set.
But, don't be afraid to believe self, trust
it'll bring happiness; in HIM now entrust.
DEEDS
Along life's way there are the little cells,
inside of which are lives in parallel,
the walls are windowless so no-one sees
therein if hearts are warm or cold diseased.
The island of the home and of the man,
small enclaves set upon an oceans span
where living is dim seen amongst the waves,
close as your hand, far away as the grave.
Words are a sound inspiring or just plain
and through them real insight is hard to gain,
the coding of a man’s most true intent
is when words purchase action, honest spent.
Then we will understand how truthful reads
the manifest of people through their deeds.
@riamichelle
Picture perfect! Paint the perfect picture,
Pictured as my mind defines true beauty.
PERFECTION posted permanent fixtures,
Providing this POET with his duty.
Premature appreciation? NEVER!
Pretty MISS riamichelle reserved it,
Purposely presenting us with clever
Perceptions of herself; SHE deserved it!
Please accept this ode, with an open heart,
Personifying your pleasurable
Presence. Your beauty is state of the art;
Poetically unmeasurable!
People, position yourselves, as I load
Plausible reasons for writing this ode!
Unwilling to trade her time for my rhymes?
Needless to say, this is never the way
Any Poet earns a flirtaceous dime,
Paid whenever efforts are made each day.
Perhaps this task could be too much to ask
Right now. How much time does it take to make
Efforts? Escort sadness behind my mask,
Creating a debating heart that breaks.
Insensitive or misunderstood acts
Always cause questions to be asked of each,
Teaching us to, first, straighten out the facts,
Instead of letting truth get out of reach.
Not showing the things that need to be shown,
Gets in the way of things that should be known.
Destiny made a way out of my reach,
Instead of welcoming with open arms
Spread wide. To each his own! On my own, each
And every day, I did life no harm.
Priorities, other than me, came first,
Prior to closing my eyes and dreaming
Of better days. But, bad days made the worst
Inceptions; Days and nights double teaming.
Nothing prepared me for what I would get,
Though I really should have seen it coming.
Most of the time, both my eyes were too wet,
Evidence that God did not do something.
Next time, I will choose to abandon hope,
Trying to get by, while trying to cope.
Ashley William has become my new muse,
Since she has inspired me with her charm,
Her beauty, and her wit, which help me use
Lustfull images that could do no harm.
Eventually, I will warm her heart,
Yearning for her to approve my advance
With one of her own, thus playing her part,
In a game we are playing at a glance.
Let us dance this dance, until we are weak,
Leaving all that energy on the floor,
Instead of saving it for those who seek
Attention, with unworthy words that bore.
My new muse has earned nothing but the best,
Since she touched the heart beating in my chest.
I bid welcome at this, our magic hour
as we create the witch’s potent brew,
Macbeth is yearning for a kingly pow’r
a plot of murder, deeds so foul construe.
From the shadows he came into the cave
when witch’s chant the secrets to the night
thrice venom portrayed visions from the grave,
as aged Crones were faded out of sight.
Beware Macbeth, MacDuff is drawing near
so take thy blade and steal his final breath.
Defeat thy foe before he calls thy fear,
and spirits haunt thy hearth with death.
The fires shall burn beneath our witch’s pot
until Macbeth fulfils his given lot.
For months our sun has hovered overhead
To crack the barren earth across its land.
The streams run dry, no summer buds expand,
No desert death has ever been so dead.
No haven safe as place where souls can run
Since truth, in brutal slumber, woke and found
A final fury tightly wound around
Each ember edifice of dying sun.
Malignant flaws turn light on human fears
and consequential truth replaces lies
as man forms memories with last goodbyes
remorseful eyes pour out torrential tears.
The final surge of heat falls harsh upon
The raw reflection of an amber dawn.
As darkness takes our souls to hell
what has become of pleasant dreams
when death has tolled its final bell
no one remains to hear the screams.
Gwyllgi calls, the end is near
as demons dance across the land
their laughter chills a heart with fear
for fate has shown her evil hand.
Awash with blood to purify
the world of Man's eternal rage
no longer can our words deny
Gwyllgi's here to close our page.
And no demons shall rape and kill
for evil comes from Man's own will.
The sun is sinking into seas of gold
as lovers sit and talk of used to be's
carafes of wine as stories are retold
and laughter sparkles on a dusky breeze.
A glance recalls the kiss of yesterday
how passion burned beneath her silky skin
as love revealed a forgotten résumé,
desire and hunger linger deep within.
As lovers gaze across the empty sand
to where the gentle ripples meet the shore
we stand beneath the moon while hand in hand,
embracing times we lived and loved before.
Two lovers, spirits of eternal night,
entwined in love's own infinite delight.
I awake to the dawn of a new day
I wonder what this day will bring to me
I reckon I should start off with a prayer
I feel as empty as my barren tree
I’m drifting back through the years of my past
I don’t know what I’m hoping to find
Perhaps something that I missed long ago
That is secretly plaguing my lost mind
I pray my mind is not forever lost
As I quietly stumble through my past
Trying so very hard to find away
To forever shatter my homeboy mask
My mind now holds me in captivity
I pray my heart and soul can set it free
Whispered sighs cause my lonesome soul to soar
Released, it is distressed by stormy seas
Tattooed lonely secrets my dead heart bore
Forlorn harbor has brought me to my knees
Distant window my weathered eyes have spied
Through clear glass your beauty is seen within
Raging sea surrounding me now has died
Can you embrace then cast away my sin?
Silhouette construes such lovely delight
Bares stark contrast to my worn quality
At last, freedom from grief within my sight
Through window pane I’ve seen equality
Once shut in fear, my eyes now open wide
You offer your hand and lead me inside
Distain, dripping now, from lying forked tongue
Transcending eyes upon shattered back door
Your poisonous breath has filled your black lung
My skin, silky beneath rough hands, has tore
I beg, freedom from bleak endless suffering
How your hands fit perfectly ‘round my neck
My mere flesh no longer is buffering
Your dark, hysterical, heated mad trek
My soul never was yours for the taking
A thought that has never crossed your small mind
I soon shall be dead, my heart now aching
Exposed, now I see that true love was blind
In my passion I had learned to forgive
In my folly he took my choice to live
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