In the frozen air and frost gripping the malachite meadow
within the mystique mask of the arctic dawn,
defoliated lone tree wrapped by dismal melancholy,
stands static as shadowless sentinel of dormant dreams.
From the melted chilling clasp of the glacial desire I rise,
the heartening rhythm of the serenading heart I hear,
the music of love resonates with the symphony of ardor.
I glide in its cadence, soaring in the beguiling bowl of blue.
In the lonesome bouquet laced with the reverie of love
lies embedded the frozen fragrance of remote reminiscence,
enticing the defrosted solitary soul to reflect sunshine someday,
hold the faded lattice of mesmeric memory in warm embrace.
heavily haggard Helena’s haphazard hilarity of harmony
homogenized her humble habitat, in no way hampering her
humanitarian handicap. Hazy harshness hastened
a heartening of her highness’s high hopes for humanity.
I found myself standing in the old church, near the entrance. It had been over thirty years since I last set foot there, and now, twice in one year, I was back. Country churches have a unique warmth, small yet deeply personal. Friendship, I realized, is much like a small church.
I was there to say goodbye to my loved ones, my mother and my godmother. The moment was filled with nostalgia and a surreal sense of disbelief. I kept asking myself, “Why take her?” It was heartening to see familiar faces I hadn’t seen in years, though time had changed us all. At sixty-seven, I too felt the weight of those years.
Returning to St. Matthews, my childhood church, brought a smile to my face. So many memories flooded back. We offered our prayers, seeking strength and ease. The year 2024, despite its sorrows, brought my family together. It was wonderful to see everyone, from the youngest to the oldest.
I didn’t visit the beautiful beach on the island; it felt like too much all at once. Today, my lower back aches, but I cherish the warm memories of July 2024.
Henry was harried and haggard.
down, depressed, despondent and desperate
seeking solitude, serenity and silence
he found a haven in the wilds of west woods
the trees nurtured him back to harmony and health
wood nymphs healed his heart, heartily heartening him
he decided to build a life here
among the evergreens, elms, maples and oaks
trees understood him better than any human ever had
his epiphany garnered enthusiasm and energy
the most humane place in the world, he felt
we who knew him before were amazed by his transformation
many followed his lead, moving to the west woods
It is you, who makes my sweetest dreams come true.
You inspire my heart with love that stirs my dreams,
Kiss away my fears with passion that’s brand-new.
It is you, my love, who stays with me, it seems,
Erasing doubt, urging me with your insight
Your love is like a light, brighter than moonbeams.
It is you, my light, who glows through the dark night,
Baring the wonder of love that is complete,
A love that breathes gentleness which can unite.
It is you, promising I won’t know defeat,
Heartening me so I let go of the past,
Your gentle love softly blesses each heartbeat.
It is you, who gave me a love that will last
Love this startling is beautiful and steadfast.
After the glistening stars have spoken,
Night has fallen, soft and quiet, with poise,
Reflecting all the hearts that have broken,
Shattered by the winds, such a ghastly noise.
After the gentle moon finds its shadow,
Still as the quaint forest in its glory
Beautiful tears, like dew, tumble so slow
Early moments of grief in the story.
After the graceful flames ignite the soul,
Embracing tears, kissing away the fears,
Then appears God’s breathless light to console,
Heartening dreams in tales like Shakespear’s.
Night soon gestures to trees in their bright green,
Enchanting hearts as summer starts to grieve.
Napping on shifting boughs, a restful stirring
Moving the spirit to sing and dance, soaring,
Gliding over the cloudless night, skies blurring.
Resting on gentlest night, sleep so restoring,
Remembering to screech at the morning light,
Forests are flooded by those who’ve been snoring.
Wisdom invites hearts to sing of all that’s right,
With this world, which seldom brings our lives much praise,
Kind souls sometimes cling to a forgiving night.
On the nocturnal, wings flutter like a maze,
Silently settling with music in desires,
Who ripple through my heart, so I can stargaze.
Just being myself is all my soul requires,
Heartening this owl’s dreams before life expires.
Gloom
melancholic, mournful
lamenting, doubting, hindering
rigidity, shadow, serenity, rainbow
laughing, delighting, heartening
jubilant, joyful
Glee
Good words are instruments of exaltation,
like fine lyrics in poetry that give birth to a great song;
For, graciousness inspires great creation,
like good words that make a spirit strong.
Let your good words echo through eternity.
Make your poetry be a lasting inspiration.
For, in this world gripped by claws of monstrosity,
heartening words are gateways to salvation.
Make your poetry echo to the stars,
and shine the light of peace and harmony;
Let it help mend the deepening scars
that halt the course of prosperity.
April 6, 2023
Simply Poetry 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: John Lawless
From on high, only by Him
How throned o'er, thought of?
When as prompt, through each flash
Rainbow's, ray's, re-sent
The heartening mercy!
The heart-warming love!
To believe, must we bear
Full-faced God's descent?
Capturing inner feelings with the camera of heart,
Empathy gifts child-like internal and external start;
Placing one's self into the shoes of the very victim,
Empathy feels one with the sufferer with love dictum...!
There's no tinge of pity in it; there’s just fraternal love;
As though, in thoughts and words and deeds, graces flow from above;
Treating others as one likes to be treated - is the norm,
With internal warmth, it makes the sufferer, brave the storm...!
Concern, in empathy, like nectar in bloom, is innate,
Sensitivity toward the troubled is never late;
Gestures of heartening, in empathy, as cool streams flow,
Soul connection makes the lost, like gold in the sunshine, glow...!
Empathy does not lose heart when, the helped, does not respond,
It does not stop till it establishes a friendly bond;
Till the person in prison of pain, like a parrot fly,
Empathy goes on relentlessly, showing the bright sky...!!!
14 February 2023
As the spent year sinks in the cauldron of history,
tracing the fading furrow of the setting sun’s blaze,
engraved within the realm of remembrance,
the new one is waiting to unfurl the buds of promise.
My children who’ve grown wings of freedom,
have flown away to the sky they have chosen.
In the new year I wish they all will return
to the longing nest I will make for them.
In my earnest pledge I will hopefully resolve,
I will mend with love the hearts I’ve unknowingly broken.
The dreams that have eluded me in the year going by,
I wish to fulfill before they’re abandoned in the wrap of time.
For those in the dark night linger in the domain of despair,
a heartening dawn of hope I will seek in the new year.
For those ailing and suffering I will pray for God’s grace,
wishing the new year won’t take too soon my allotted time.
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December 17, 2022
Contest : Resolutions For 2023
Sponsored by : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
You hang there on the rise of dawn
Bending twigs where you cling,
Glistening gems on sunlit lawn,
Where I greet you before you're gone,
Before my passions forlorn ding
While you gleam rays of spring.
How long dear will you glint and glow
Upon vibrant realm green,
My heart and I would like to know
For zephyrs of west will soon blow
To dethrone you from where you preen;
Oh! force of gale is mean.
How ardent you paint golden morn
Blushing on canvas gray;
Glinting rays my sight you adorn,
Assuaging grievous yore lovelorn
As verdant limbs gentle winds sway
Waltzing with lucent day.
Time has risen to bid goodbye,
Yet, you flinch, loath to part,
As sun paints arc in gamboge dye
When a fervent tear sparks your eye,
Heartening warmth love-vibes impart
Vowing to cure my heart.
Dreams run wild
Can reach outside your home
Your view and your heart
Anything outside your home
May be full of expectations
And possibilities
Anything not in view
May be full of hopes
Anything outside your heart
May be more heartening
So you travel with your dreams
And your knapsack on your back
One day you may be back home
With extra happiness
Or with extra sadness
Of course no more dreams
You're back home once more
Once more you're your own self
Dreams abroad are always
For the young guys
But a home is always a dream land
For the oldies
Ruling out the old folks home
You will gradually understand
So, please hurry back home love
"They" miss you so
Sometimes life may be simple
Especially after you recovered from
A certain sickness
Being bedded too long is dull
Sickness makes you suffer and worry
Sickness is a burden to everyone
You find many things not meaningful
You have to rest for a further journey
You have to regain energy on and off
Not to work for greeds and desires
The devils of your heart
A cup of coffee is wonderful
A chitchat is luxurious
A gathering is excellent
A prayer is heartening warm
A poem is a simple gift
Let's take a short break
To enjoy a simple and leisure day
Before it's too late
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