by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
love,
1. "I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..." E.E. Cummings
You gave to me your heart when we were young.
On stars we danced, and on the moon we swung.
Unfailingly your heart beat just for me.
Rhapsody’s composers of romance were we.
Honey of your sweet lips. . . I taste it still.
Eventide consumes me with thoughts of you.
As shadows slink in and sun slides behind the hill,
Rivers of memories flood me through and through.
Tears fall. I have loved your heart, and I always will.
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
love hurts,
1. "I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..." E.E. Cummings
You gave to me your heart when we were young.
On stars we danced, and on the moon we swung.
Unfailingly your heart beat just for me.
Rhapsody’s composers of romance were we.
As shadows slink in and sun slides behind the hill,
Tears fall. I loved your heart, and I always will.
by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories:
color, morning, nature,
Orange is the chakra color
that governs our sexuality,
our creativity, and passion.
This chakra, the sacral area
beneath the naval, sparks our
drive to love and reproduce.
It calls upon artists to paint,
poets to create inspiring poetry,
composers, melodious music.
Orange rules hues of firelight in
the glorious sunrise and sunsets.
Tangerine skies lend tranquility
with beauty each dawn and dusk.
Carnelian, orange jade, and agate
gemstones increase and aid self-
esteem, confidence, and balance.
Orange, a color of joy and harmony.
So wrap yourself in orange glory!
3-5-16
United Color: Orange Contest
Sponsor Silent
by Michael Campbell |
Categories:
art, beauty, feelings, first love, inspiration, muse, music,
Sacred texts, secular art
Oratory, verse, harmony in part
Only this, the noblest art
Takes a soul's stirrings, the
Heart's songs and echoes
Every emotion in the human experience
Tortured souls, angelic praise
Human sounds and otherworldly tones
Echoing love, pain, ecstasy, death
Sounding the call to action, to war
Admiring the beauty all around
Verse after verse, strain after strain
God endowed through singing of hymns
Everyman stories, beginning to end
Basal desires, emotional pains
Earth-stilling melodies, harmonic delight
Always with you, no matter what age
Singers, artists, composers, as one unite
Tearing asunder, your heart as the stage.
by Chicano Eddie |
Categories:
art, death, deep, depression, loss, love, son,
"MY DEATH"
when it comes for me
there won't be a sound
but I'll know it when
it gets here because it
won't be here to take me
for the first time.
I met Death the day Eddie
and Robert were taken.
I was brought back to
father Addis and after
all three of my boys
become one, Death will
come and claim what has
belonged to him all along.
then we will drink our
Pacifics and listen to
the classical elegance
from our favorite
composers.
By: Chicano Eddie
7-11-2016
by Cona Adams |
Categories:
allusion, bird,
Who wouldn't want to fly,
to simply lift your arms
and soar aloft
with eagles and hawks?
Who wouldn't want to gather
straw and string, weave a cozy nest,
lure a mate, raise the young,
push them out to fly on their own,
and go on their way?
Who wouldn't want to splash
in fountains, feathers and all,
on a sweltering summer day?
Who wouldn't want to join
the mockingbird's song,
spilling joy
into every listening ear?
Composers have echoed his notes,
in string and flute,
and the melodies we love most
rustle through leaves,
breathe into ocean waves,
thunder down mountains,
and walk with the dead.
Yet, there remains
the mystery of birds.
by Sally Eslinger |
Categories:
devotion, emotions, husband, love, me,
Devotion Poem. MY PLEAS
(For Jim) ***
I’ll call out for you
All the enchanted,
The splendors
all usually
unwitnessed by
the average day’s
Noticed sights and
The sweeter songs
blue butterflies
hear, and which
sound unto
Composers’ ears days
before they’re
written.
I’ll plead colors of joy
encircle you like a
Future-come more
Than this present
noon…
A future drawing of itself
Reborn, with you
A Phoenix rising
On the dawn of peace.
This is a poem that has no end…
and as I wait, will please find none.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 10/7/21
by Born Free |
Categories:
beautiful, garden, joy, love, peace, wine,
Sipping wine in the garden
is one of my favorite pastimes
it’s when I can fully exhale
and clear and cleanse my mind
my heart violently breaks open
tranquilly finds me worthy once more
each breath and sip I take
leads me back through serenity’s unlocked door
distractions lose track of me
the bees protect me from peace poachers
I get carried away by the symphony of silence
nature is one of the greatest composers
I’m almost finished this slightly chilled Rosé
I’m feeling as light as a freshy born rainbow
I’m going to sip this last glass nice and slow
cuz I’m so not ready to go