"A spoonful of fantasy is often the best medicine for reality." - Poet
Somedays I'm a pale apple wishing to be a tangerine.
Fantasy focused fulfillment fondles contentment dreams.
Enthrall me free amid emerald enthused energy,
wrapped snug-complete in scented sachet sheets -
let gleaming threads golden-gloss this glorious bed.
May lyrical lilacs air link, lift and softly dance while
harmony twists and peace dips to dazzle me.
I shiver, smile and sigh sensing the sheen of sky -
an ebony-onyx symphony sympathizing with me
and the ground, a gushing-grass generous scene.
Somedays I'm a pale apple wishing to be a tangerine.
Ardor abated
Bodies both
Collapse
Damp
Erotic
Fulfillment
Gains giddy
High
Intense
Kiss keepers
Lingering
Melting moves
Nestle Narvana
Optimal
Passionate
Release
Sated
Touch
Unleashes
Verve vapor
Whispers wanting
Xanadu
Zees
An artists paintbrush splashes againt a white canvas,
like the sun on an untouched sea
the palette of vibrant colours the same as
the rays of light reflecting off the waters surface.
Wielding his brush in between his fingers,
he mixes two colours carefully,
blurring the line
between the water and the beach.
He paints yet more,
leaving strokes of fading yellow, vibrant red and pink
upon the sea's deep blue ripples and frothing crests,
the sun's image shimmering on the surface.
Intricately he constructs serveral palm trees,
their leaves tickled by the wind,
their bodies forming delicate shadows
dotted all around the beach.
Ethereal rays of light illuminate the idyllic scene,
a majestic combination of ruby, violet and gold.
As the final strokes are set and done,
the silent painting jumps into a cacophony of life.
The cry of seagulls.
The neverending crash of the sea,
palm trees swaying gently in the ocean breeze
as the sun slowly sinks beneath the waves.
Ah!
A summer's sunset
On the precipice of a dream,
Thirty years in the making,
I have a wheeze in my chest,
And my breathe says "Chu Cha. Chu Cha"
And I wonder whether God will take me home before I get to see my dream come true.
And then I realize, heaven is a dream too!!!
Chu Cha, Chu Cha, Chu Cha, Chu Cha, Chu Cha, Ahh!!!
The new year is here!
A year the lord has made
Let us rejoice and be glad in it
And look forward to fulfillment of His promises
Thank you Lord
For a new beginning
Thank you Lord
For the grace that helped to overcome
The turmoil and turbulence of the year gone by
Lead us every inch of the way
To a successful and prosperous new year
Lord let the new year be good!
congrats
glad hearts!
good work*
sans jerk!
best done
go yon!
God's light
leads flight!
yehey
blest day!
*Philippians 1:6 Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ.
October16, 2024
Edited on May 19, 2025
2nd place, "YOUR CHOICE j" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/20/2025
professional children
with good life and jobs are fathomless achievement
thanks heaven
child’s fulfilled dreams
are parents’ great accomplishment
praise HIM
success
contentment
yes!
professional children
are parents’ great accomplishment
yes!
Despite the sweat and tears
We keep on striving because of the joy it brings
It stills fears
Our life 's purpose
The sweet satisfaction that clings
The source
The peace
that always springs
Ease
Despite the sweat and tears
The sweet satisfaction that clings
Ease
Syllables:
6,12,3 4,8,2 2,4,1 6,8,1
for fulfilment, we cry.
it is a wild mirage we chase, but never get,
though we try.
desire all time,
though quite hard it is to beget,
it’s prime.
dream big.
you need not fret.
hug!
for fulfilment we cry
though quite hard it is to beget
hug!
I heard a still small voice
prompting me to write poems to uplift, inspire.
Not my choice.
My inner guide
directed me to try, aspire.
A stride.
Attained.
Published the quire.
Fain!
I heard a still small voice
directed me to try, aspire.
Fain!
Written: September 24, 2024, For Mohan Chutani Minichu Contest
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My fate brilliance award
I'm stuck on a small path, getting wicked advice
floating sword
should strive to dream.
stoutly climb the steps in a trice
breeze stream!
high hope
weave breath precise
grope!!
my fate brilliance award
Stoutly climb the steps in a trice
grope!!
Achieving any goal-
fulfillment is the gift that follows what we've done;
makes us whole.
It lifts the heart;
confirms accomplishments as won
from start.
Life beams
fulfillment's spun
dreams!
Achieving any goal
confirms accomplishments as won
dreams!
fulfillment is achieved,
when all is said and done, by the trek not the prize
ill conceived.
as way forward
when it's not a shallow, hollowed
reward
chest task
as memento
mask
fulfillment is achieved
when it's not a shallow, hollowed
mask
She led me by the hand
Through a green forest.
Twisting around the trunks,
Ducking beneath low branches.
I followed blindly in love
With the feel of her hand
And the utter sweetness
Of her breath on my cheek,
And her – encompassment.
She stopped in a clearing
But a few yards across,
Pulled herself against my hand
Until her lips covered mine
And her breast impressed
Pertly on my nakedness.
Our kiss was unending
And filled me with fire,
With secret understanding,
And a lust for life itself.
She breathed into my body
Something greater than air.
We held each others hands
As our twinned lips parted,
And I? I breathed out lust.
She mouthed silent words,
Smiled an angelic smile,
Unfurled her gorgeous wings,
And in a column of white
Rose toward the open sky –
Hands and arms outstretched
As if she had just placed
Me in this wooded scene.
The trees and I once more alone –
Free to navigate a way
Though the multitude of leaves
And questionable maneuvers.
I watched her elevation
‘Till she was a star, afar,
As night had brushed dark
Colours over her euphoric clouds.
I found myself reborn.
© Griffonner 2024
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