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*.
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Written In The Flowers

Dearest Flowers,
Hand written by God.
Heavenly love letters for each an every one of us
For as long as the Earth shall be.
I have seen you on the windowsills of loneliness
And all around the magnitude of grief
You are silent, but heard, just as God had planned?
Messengers of all we wish to say, without words,
Language of the flowers, visuals we all understand
Just as effective as non-lyrical songs, sung by birds.
You are scented garden candles lit by sunshine
And world wide medallions, first prize in our eyes,
You are all that we could hope to be, in mind
There are just as many flowers, as there are tries!
Your petals are as delicate as butterfly wings
And as beautiful as the love, life must lay to rest,
Valued, are your most treasured tidings
Measured across a heart, nestled in chest.
Our heavenly love letters
Oh if Only, we could speak like flowers,
Quietly showing, of our potential love, protruding,
Flourishing in the attraction of living, until our final hours,
Extensively written in equality, and for beauty of all humanity
Every softly petaled possibility, universally sweet, nay sour.
In early spring, I have seen
Flowers rise above late freezing snow,
After an April shower, a petaled tear, slides calmly,
At the end of our heavenly letters, God wants us to know
Flowers born so many, so differently
Quietly live peacefully, then die, why can’t we?
Myth*.
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Sophrosyne

Dear Peace,
I have seen you weave a forest complete
And lay so many down to eternally sleep,
I have heard your voice weeping for a friend
As another generation comes to an end.
How hard it must be to drift upon an answer
Within the undisciplined action of eruptions absurd,
All I can do is blow you a kiss or two, and a wish
All could never be lost if we all did this.
Your redamancy for the world is on the cusp
Wind speaks in susurrus to your wanderlust,
Oceans have calmed to your commotion-less song
As you wave after wave continuing on.
I have heard you in the psalms of my dreams
Within velvety cravings of possible things,
Seek your kingdom of stronghold and wellness
That dwells in the heart of lasting kindness!
Myth*.
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It Is All So Beautiful!

Whether it be …

Flourishing in acquainted arms, heart, and soul

Or captivated by someone’s charms, may they be real,

Ephemerality, thoughts attending far away stars,

Achievement in a new day in life, appreciating our role!

Caring’ for a person who has forgotten how that feels

Embraced moments, our existence is all we have

Contributing ourselves to the beauty of living by breathing out

Be ourselves, exactly how’ the mirror tells our insecurities!

Exemplified composure, an early morning warm sprinkling rain

Compassion wish, positive prayer, coming true for someone else,

Hearing laughter when it rises like sunrise

Wiping delicate tears when everything is going to be alright!

Not everybody gets to enjoy a perfect day, no

Nor a love of their own in a special way, oh no

But there will always be kindness, joyousness, a smile

A friend, even a kind stranger, even for a little while.

Extended lifelines, eternal sonnets written in the stars ..

Look up, where ever you are, read about togetherness,

Walking with time, instead of in front of, or behind

Spontaneity of lady luck, turning up on an unlucky day,

Being so in love with so many things, loosing count.. inevitable!

Silence negativity, like an ocean tide coming in smooth

There will always be more than enough .. better days,

Open brightly window’s of your soul

It is all so beautiful!

Myth*.

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Thank you so very much for reading.

Be safe in the world!

Going No Where …

Mortality. 
What if
Time glided right passed us?
What if
The Reaper dropped the scythe to collect some sleep instead,
Leaving us with endlessness, in the center of our head?
Would we remain troublesome and restless?
Would we end our grievances?
Or
Would we run to the ends of the earth
*To Look up where nothing’s gone wrong, for relief!?*
How important is time to you 
When there is so darn much to do 
Or is there?
If we were given all the time in the world
Would we still be going, No where?
 
Why do we keep looking up
When we have the ability to love, and to care, right here?
Dear Mortality,
Behind the exterior of our walls
I believe it is you whom we fear?
Myth*.
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Sentimental Dreamer ~

Dear Aureate,

Where have you gone Sir eloquent –
To all those dreams in which were meant
Essence of something in search you went
With heart of gold most Heaven sent?

Humanity has become such a terrible host –
An empty glass without a toast
So many dreams disappeared like ghosts
Where is tranquil when you need it the most?

In a place called Cup Runneth Over, my friend
There is ambience in the warmth of all wind
I hear it is carefully woven, from beginning to end
If only for a moment, to dream once again!

Are you chasing lost moments in the blink of an eye
Maybe rolling with thunder becoming a sigh
Then thinking the inevitable that all life will die
And the very last tear you will ever cry?

But oh to have been a part of this physical song
Living lyrical verses lengthy and long
Within the warmth of the wind where you belong
In dreamt repose and invitingly sprawled …
Paralian dreamer, over dreaming long.

Myth*.

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Children

We thought
We were gladiators by far,
Yet bringer’s of gentle raptures and gestures.
Explorers untaught,
We were the watchers to pillow feathers in flight
We were the mouth shapers when bubbles and balloons popped!
We knew too much about nothing
We slewed our dragons with imagination
And left talons to their peace
Ah yes,
Remembering those feathers in flight
Feathered gestures, free flying geese!
We were the harmless
Until eager grew within us,
And we forgot about the softness of feathers
When they taught us about gentle presence!
We were gladiators by far,
Though unafraid to let our enemies live –
Amongst the bubbles and balloons,
Somehow we knew, that somehow too soon 
Winds that always and often blew
Would drift what was, away …
Myth*.
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