2013 Poetry Theme Challenges

#14 In the Eye of the Beholder

Thank you to all those who joined in with the last challenge, this time the challenge is about all things beautiful or we think as beautiful.

Quote "Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams." Ashley Smith


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She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Lord Byron

In the Eye of the Beholder

Terry Clitheroe

Fire and Frienship
Just one Look
Your Complexity

Divena Collins

Devout Within Prayer
How it Was


Things are often how they feel

Terry Clitheroe

Fire and Friendship

Friendship grows with the briefest meeting
Like a raging fire grows from just a spark
Burning all in its path, leaving havoc and pain
Yet that small spark can also create warmth.
Fear not the fire you create when you love
There's a sense of comfort and deeper feeling,
Rather care for the tinder and fuel you use
Because small sparks can also create warmth.
Hard woods burn slowly and smoulder and last
Sitting in the evenings warmed by that fire
Its soft red glow, entirely warming your room
Created by a spark that has caused that warmth.
Friendship grows with the briefest meeting
Created by a spark that has caused that warmth.


Just One Look

I look at you again, and what do I see?
I see your face and know it's full of love
There is no other way I'd want it to be
That facial glow I worship all else above.
I see a light brighter than moonlight in your eyes
A sparkling glow telling me of my great prize
A prize worthy of any of the words great lotteries
Or any wine from the worlds greatest distilleries.
Just one look and I have become addicted to you
Lured by your eyes and the expression on your face
The look that turns me on and my pulse to race
And the knowledge that you feel the same way to.
There is no wine greater than the taste of your lips
And the pleasure I get with all those loving sips.


Your Complexity

In my dreams I see you really as you are
Perhaps as we were, or someday may be
It's something only my sleeping self can see.
In my wakened mind I see you for real.
You negate my comments out of feelings
You know I lie not, yet you do not believe
Past experiences have caused you conceive
In my wakened mind I see you for real.
Tis not your fault that you believe it is so
I know inside how delicate you must be
I wish somehow, you had complete faith in me
In my wakened mind I see you for real.
In my dreams I see you really as you are
In my wakened mind I see you for real.

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Divena Collins

Devout Within Prayer

I who hath denied the pleasures of love
And hath entered within a holy convent
I hath sang of praises to my lord above
Knelt within prayer of dedication meant
I hath broken bread and drinketh of wine
Beheld of thy kingdom within thy power
For thou art forever my saviour divine
That ringeth of bells within thee tower
I hath ne-er forsook of holy matrimony
Within constant prayers none confessed
To abide, worship of love within harmony
It is then Oh Lord love hath been blessed.
Casting aside of evil demonic obtrusions
Within prayer shalt be non such illusions.


How It Was

When Pilgrims sailed to the promised land
No promises were made of milk and honey
All they found were footprints in the sand
Dedicated followers achieved no money
Bleak was the outlook so arid and sunny
No clouds on this island to promise rain
To nurture this land as fertile once again
For this was their inner accomplished needs
All shall they gain from a false awakening
With handfulls thrown of sun ripened seeds
Within time food may be ripe for the taking
But drums from the natives loud awakening
Caused the frenzied dance of an Indian breed
For Pilgrims they knew shall revert to greed.



If I was a lark or maybe a swallow
I should spread out my wings to fly
Thro' the clouds to a clear blue sky
And no one upon earth shall follow
I may go today or maybe tomorrow
Depends upon the stormy weather
I do not want to damage a feather
It would be a very hard act of sorrow
I will just be patient and wait and see
Right now I am so cosy within my nest
I shall go tomorrow that will be best
Its great to be a bird with life so free
Beneath the tree lies a huge black cat
Who is after me I know what he's at.

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Things Are Often How They Feel

Who ever coined the phrase,
"Things are often how they feel,"
was no doubt a genius.

For example, take the convex
curvature of a woman's leg
starting from her ankle, up
calves and across thighs - - -

she wears a pink
dress falling to the floor.

White flour and yeast
avacodo breasts
crease and bend
in my palms.

There is grape-
fruit smell, taste
of bitter rind.

Hair dark olive

Feel it.

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