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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Maybe Someday …

It must have had something to do with the rain?
Because I thought of you today,
I thought about the last time we spoke
And what I whispered in your ear, you were sure it was a lie!
As you stepped off the train, as the train slowly rolled,
I cried all the way home
Neither one of us could say goodbye.
I’ve traveled so far from you now
The kids grew up, my parents died,
But the world didn’t stop turning!
The Sun kept shining, I saw it, in the corner of my eye.
Funny how that tiny little speck of light
Turned out to be such a giant leap of faith!
So there I was today, walking in the replenishing rain
Thinking about  how I renewed myself to live 
Without the source of my pain.
But then, I recalled
What I had whispered in your ear,
Oh how I wish I had lied!
Maybe someday…
Myth*.
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Sometimes, we love someone for so many years,
Then sometimes
We may be pushed into loving ourselves even more!
Love.

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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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!

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*.

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

Thank you so very much for reading.

Be safe in the world!