Avalanche
HB 2027
Happy Birthday, Enchantress 2027
Stars come out, profuse display
On this, the most momentous day
Time runs on without delay
Exposing all that I belay
Fountains flow in bright array
In revel and a vast dismay
The wonder of the blinding ray
Of you and of your rebel way
Happy Birthday, Gypsy Empress 2027
Reading through the book that's meant for you
Uplifting heart, revealing loving view
Insights fall like petals on the lawn
Renewing heart, revealing a new dawn
Of Love like none before that's ever been
A life like none that ever has been seen
Happy Birthday, Kaleidoscope 2027
As shadow of the sun arrives across the varied scene
The glistening of heart of love, more real than ever been
Angels of the Earth and Sky and Song's Kaleidoscope
Leaving watchers breathless, seeking for some way to cope
The trends of time will have their way
The dance in arms of swing and sway
The love that drives the lesson through
That all of life and heart is due
Through lifetimes long with hint of you
I carry on, to life bestrew
I feel like it's going to be one of those years, with heart renewed.
"Certainty"
Certainty
Just a sign with certainty
Of thoughts that you apply to me
Met with receptivity
With surety, would set me free
Your cautious steps, I know their source
Necessity has laid their course
I laboured to rework the score
To fill the life with something more
Knowing you have sung the scale
Would fill my life, my heart, and tale
So long
It seems I really have run out of rhoetry. The book is more than double the size of the last one sent. I keep trying but it seems I've run out of steam ... and heart, maybe.
I did make on last attempt...
Mists
Beyond the vague concealing mists
Hidden by the tale of twists
Behind the veil of waterfall
Remains the clear and steady gaze
Unbent, at last, and standing tall
Fresh from charge of demon's raze
Shedding armour, once and for all
Undisguised, attractions fell
Finally, no tale to tell
Still, the urge to craft it bright
Replace the armour with the light
More enduring than the steel
Shattered stain glass, by the feel
Wrest the demons from your fate
Trample them, in light ablate
It's funny, that, the unwrit tale
The devastating one, I fail
The clatter of the armour as it falls
Sigh, within my hardened bones, it calls
Transcribing all the legends of the past
Still, one spell remains that has been cast
No desire to let the spell abate
I nurture it, the end result of fate
So, maybe, it's just creaky machinery due to disuse but, still, I have no desire to post (or be) online any longer. I am uncertain as to whether filling a book that will never be published, or sent again, would be engaging.
"Intrusion's end"
Intrusion's end
Don't worry my dear
I won't be there
As you take to the stage, once more
Your revel is clear
I'd hate to stare
As you open your heart to the score
Intrusions are ending
But, rhoems are wending
To make of this life what I may
No certainty here
That the ether is clear
But, still, I have something to say
I won't bother your stride
As I take to the ride
In the only way left
Without feeling bereft
'Tis just as it's been in the past
My existence remaining a fast
Something I never have sought
But the will on its own as it fought
Through the willanuck ways that are taught
Excuse me if rhoems are wrought
For you
"Mountain mists"
Mountain mists
The swirling mountain mists enshroud the quiet majesty
Enclosing all the trails and joy of pomp and pageantry
The solemn vows are hidden 'neath the cap of each dewdrop
The pinnacle revealed in light as mist departs the top
The rumble of the mountain can be heard both far and wide
The pain of rocky remnants tumble down the mountainside
The tumble scatters risks down on the trails on which we ride
No shelter can be taken with no place in which to hide
The mist in mountain's shadow cloaks the rumbles deep inside
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"Touching"
Touching
Sing to the mountains
Sing to the skies
Bursting from fountains
Let river raise tides
The day her drawbridge touches land
The day she fills the world
When all the love is faintly fanned
The woman's flag unfurled
The day the wonder of her voice
Rings out with no more pain
Is day that life has won its choice
The ending of the rain
The day the voice that ne'er holds back
Is singing, free of heart
The day in which we find the knack
For chains to fall apart
One of her nicknames is Gaia. Artful Dodger, or Gypsy Empress, also. Another layer is about womanhood. For me, they are the same.
"Raindrops"
Raindrops
As much as you complain about your heart
In efflorescence from the very start
It scatters like the raindrops from a storm
In vast expressions of the woman's form
Transcendence lies between the raindrop's tears
Combustion of the end of all your fears
Another one I halted before it got out of hand. Maybe I'm learning something. Maybe not.
"Empress' ways"
Empress' Ways
Every time I leaf on through the layers
As I ponder all the sundry players
There is no doubt within my mind
In every channel, bound in kind
The Empress gets it right
She raises standard, leads the way
Into forays, she leaves at bay
The paltry and the fight
She fails to signify her grace
No thought thereof, without a trace
As my heart begins to race
I guess she feels she stumbles
As life begets the rumbles
As all of mankind humbles
Recovering the grace
" Display"
Display
For some, the secrets of the heart
A difficult display
Through a life, right from the start
You know more than you say
You blaze and, then, transcend display
A shelf-life lived in days
And, so, I rhite it on the way
Expose the mythic maze
A little isolation
That was bought at such a cost
Defining all creation
Bringing refuge to the lost
I realized, today, that I believe in you far more than humanity.
"A Puff of Wind"
A Puff of Wind
A puff of wind that brushes 'gainst the cheek
A random wave that hits the highest peak
A sense of life that will not let it go
An ache to let the wonder waters flow
A brush's stroke, an image in the mind
Piano's note, that leads to more in kind
The lips against her cheek and words in rhyme
The loving 'cross a wild expanse of time
The thrill is not in rising to a peak
But, seeing in your eyes the love we seek
The sharing is the loving, knees so weak
The river of the love from minor creek
I had to stop writing this one before I went overboard. I think I like it.
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