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The Poet's Delight
My delight is right
It is a poetry to write
Something very light
A bird's flight
A pure wide landscape
A blinding mirror of snows white
What a delight !
In a pretty sight
A kite swimming
Within ethereal flight
What a delight,!!!
In the long Summer's night
A quiet dark starred sky
Sleeping in the moonlight
With crickets out of sight
chanting beneath the vines
And when the gloom
Unfurls on a bright dazzling light
The perfect queen a round face
Sends a morning smile on earth
Leaving the Orb in heaven's mirth
A pleasure got and felt
A nimble rooster's scream
Awakening the dormant stream
Echoing cheers thru the hills
Arising the lazy sun flower
Still lounging in her shady bower
And the cliffs fill with atmosphere
Between hills the vision is clear
The air sways hung to ethereal string
A joyous bird skylarking with grace
Within the void, the moment is still
And, in the far blue yonder,
Where the pathways meander,
Up to the foot of the grand mountain,
Down by which, crimson dots glimmer
The far-off village, lies by the canyon.
The dale snakes through the plains
And its line in the distance, wanes
To the misty skyline where the sight ends
"please listen to music"
https://youtu.be/t2zRfSpYKrA
It is a poetry to write
Something very light
A bird's flight
A pure wide landscape
A blinding mirror of snows white
What a delight !
In a pretty sight
A kite swimming
Within ethereal flight
What a delight,!!!
In the long Summer's night
A quiet dark starred sky
Sleeping in the moonlight
With crickets out of sight
chanting beneath the vines
And when the gloom
Unfurls on a bright dazzling light
The perfect queen a round face
Sends a morning smile on earth
Leaving the Orb in heaven's mirth
A pleasure got and felt
A nimble rooster's scream
Awakening the dormant stream
Echoing cheers thru the hills
Arising the lazy sun flower
Still lounging in her shady bower
And the cliffs fill with atmosphere
Between hills the vision is clear
The air sways hung to ethereal string
A joyous bird skylarking with grace
Within the void, the moment is still
And, in the far blue yonder,
Where the pathways meander,
Up to the foot of the grand mountain,
Down by which, crimson dots glimmer
The far-off village, lies by the canyon.
The dale snakes through the plains
And its line in the distance, wanes
To the misty skyline where the sight ends
"please listen to music"
https://youtu.be/t2zRfSpYKrA
Published 28th Apr 2024
| Edited 29th Apr 2024
Author's Note
https://youtu.be/t2zRfSpYKrA
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28th Apr 2024 6:48pm
Thanks Sam, been busy, did not pay attention dear friend, apology
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stay safe and happy for ever. regards
those were Hermanos Gutierrez, creole bros; Metiss Euro- American brothers...the best players so far.
stay safe and happy for ever. regards
29th Apr 2024 3:28pm
The music is soothing and rhymical on its own. I find listening to it at the same time a bit distracting though, but that's just me. I'm a musician. :)
I really like the details you give in this. You create a picture for the mind to see as the words are going by.
If I could mention one tiny thing:
What the delight
In a pretty sight
I would take out "the"
What delight
in a pretty sight.
Other than that, great writing. :)
I really like the details you give in this. You create a picture for the mind to see as the words are going by.
If I could mention one tiny thing:
What the delight
In a pretty sight
I would take out "the"
What delight
in a pretty sight.
Other than that, great writing. :)
I put the music at the end, so its normal listening after reading as a conclusion to my almost all poems........
Music is the rhythm that helps me focus on my subject, and write in a calm situation, so i choose my words one by one to form a unity then expand my thoughts like a tree with its stretched branches.....from the Root or the origin,....
It's a good observation the bad use of " the ''; i did not pay attention as its an old poem....
I listen to music 5 to 8 hours per day, so its normal the lyrical sensation
leave thru my poems.
Thanks for your feedback, it is really constructive God bless my friend.
Music is the rhythm that helps me focus on my subject, and write in a calm situation, so i choose my words one by one to form a unity then expand my thoughts like a tree with its stretched branches.....from the Root or the origin,....
It's a good observation the bad use of " the ''; i did not pay attention as its an old poem....
I listen to music 5 to 8 hours per day, so its normal the lyrical sensation
leave thru my poems.
Thanks for your feedback, it is really constructive God bless my friend.
