Constellation Of Stars

In Honor and Appreciation …

When a poet dies
Life sprinkles all around us
Their words reaching out
All at once, for all time,
Essence of hearts
Once shared in delicate shades of love.
What to do
When a poet becomes a part of you
Without a trace of where they have gone,
Only words they have left behind
And an unwritten poem entailing why?
Influence, intellect, words so personally seeded
Is who they were, and what they had given –
Unselfishness to be remembered
For the poetry they loved for us
And wrote endearingly!
Poetic soldiers, writing fearlessly to the world
Until their words ran out of run,
Their passion lives on strikingly rich
For soldiered generations to come!
Echoes of their poetry bloom our hearts
Creating a path to walk easy in today
Paved by the words they had flowered –
In brightly painted gardens of yesterday!
Poetry always arrives with the snow –
Then off to Spring, such a pretty young thing
What better a place for a memory to grow
And melt the heart when remembering!?
Honor.
For those before, and then Shakespeare, and all across the lands, to here and now
Whom have shared their words and touched our hearts so beautifully.
Thank you!
Myth*.
© 2013-2018 Myth (All rights reserved)

Like A Sweet Fine Wine!

Me epistles, My poems
Have been to each of you my dear heartwarming friends, and acquaintances of my life. I am so beautifully blessed to have the most Gorgeous, Courageous, Influential movers and shakers in my circle of life!
To each of you,
You have been the bubbly surprises that fill my heart with love!
 Handsome,  Beautiful
Mind and Soul
Whom hold understanding and Riches of heart in highest regard.
Honesty, Nobilities
Your greatest attributes, and my Tender Mercies…
And your hugs and smiles conquer my vulnerabilities and sensitivity.
My soul shines remnants of our friendships, an any given time…
When we laughed, cherished, and unwantingly cried.
Life at our feet, and together we carry our burdens long haul
Together, the softer, through it all!
My love for each of you grows ripe along Vivacious Vine
As together we grow older, gracefully, like a sweet fine wine!
And as the good Lord barricades our Holdings of Sage
Let us raise our glasses to the importance of Saving Grace… for wage!
Myth*.
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Infamous Ruby Reds

Numerous times in death’s war zone, helpless.

Stripped down to the harshness of moments too soon

Watching loved ones die,

Not everyone gets to come home again!

Time nagged on about sunshiny days

Or drowning in sorrows

And why take a chance on tomorrow’s  no guarantee?

“A river is deep, but an ocean is shallow”

On my own, with the infamous ruby reds

With skies still blue, what to do? What to do?

So I clicked my heels and fell in love with the world …

Inviting my nature to dance!

Anguish never had a chance to hold me down.

No! Not this time …

Though that was years ago.

I kicked off those ruby red slippers

And I ran with my loved ones deep within my heart

I ran all the way home into my life!

Chilled to the bones rattled my chains and I broke free!

Free to give the love that had been given to me

Free to pass down the ruby slippers –

By those who won’t be coming home,

Free to love this life, this world,

And the fragile I fuse

To remember that I am not alone!

Myth*.

© 2013-2018 Myth*. (All rights reserved)

Ansel,

A common thread can be a thing of beauty
Turning the eyes to a new direction
An Artist’s affection, an Artist’s attraction –
To share a deeper meaning!
Black and White …
A message, a common thread woven by one man
Standing in the heart of a dense forest
Until all of the colors ran,
Like eyes, the camera does not lie,
Interpretation can stumble on a wonderful surprise
A new meaning in the beauty of Black and White,
Ansel, in the heart of my forest, I stumbled by!
Myth*.
© 2013-2018 Myth*. (All rights reserved)
Photography is a passion of mine! Ansel Adams is my favorite photographer, and we happen to share the same birthday! (Fun) 
Thank you so very much for reading.
Be safe in the world!

Long Stemmed-Roses

Dearest Love,
Long-stemmed roses, can they do you justice?
You have been whipped and chained
And tied to sacrilegious impious!
You have spanned over lifetimes
In the company of deceit and mistrust.
You have stood in battlefields of bloody lies
And drug through perilous muds of lust …
Only to be paraded down bloody red carpets of goodbyes!
You
‘ The better part of us’, left hanging
Hanging in blasphemous shadows of human capabilities
Where wishful thinking is nothing at all,
While heart-lights fade with you in the comfort of your name …
In private sanctums where we never sleep the same …
As we did the day we were born, humanly unscathed!
And where many, oh so many, will refuse to love again!
Dearest Love,
Traded on street corners to cover the cost of pleasure,
Then ask for forgiveness by a knock on a door
To give all that you are worth to another.
Over and over, you are the accused!
In truth it is you who has been used …
Used to replace secrets and fill hidden voids.
But oh, timeless, harmless, valiant Love,
You are still what stars are made of
Glitter and gold an ageless light
Seep of hope in endless sight.
And long-stemmed roses, those happiest Souls
Whom dance on lightest of air,
While your tears fall like diamonds
Diamonds bought and sold,
By long or short stemmed roses
With or without care.
Myth*.
© 2013-2018 Myth*. (All rights reserved)

Sweet Something’s

… Not to be taken for granted
Rather to be taken to heart!
Easily, delightfully, a lightly kiss on the cheek
 Moonlight nurture, under full moon bright
Final departure after a bittersweet weep
An incorrigible stroll in a lovers light!
Sweet Something’s,
Compared to chocolate Bordeaux mouth-watering melt
And recognized as snow caps as our elders nap,
The unsuspecting wayside holding so much love felt
Relief releasing a sigh from a slightest shoulder tap!
Someone’s recovery on the darkened road called “dead end Street”
 Then Heavens descent in a miracle chasing hell-bent,
Some things are so delectably sweet
Like a song irresistibly heart kept,
Sweet something’s are meant to keep us on our feet
Oh World hearts, we’re not empty yet!
Myth*.
©2013-2018 Myth*. (All rights reserved)
Thank you so very much for reading my poems.
Be safe in the world!