Beautiful Minds Poets

Patricia Amundsen, Valla, New South Wales, Australia

Wherefore art thou my beloved

I see no sign, no word of thy affection
Perhaps I didst dream of a true lovePer chance 'twas merely the WindWhispering words sweet to my ear!

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Pramod Gangadharan, Kozhikode, Kerala, India

Wild but Mild

She is a flower

That blooms every hour

Ignore her she will be a fireAccept her and enjoy the holy showerHer fragrance matters the way you treat her

Never point out her flawsShe is well aware of themShe only expects to hear That she is lovedRegardless of the flaws

She is wild With a heart that never hardens\
With a soul that cannot be tamedBut a goddess that Turns every thorns and pains

In tears and wars
She stays a little fixed as a star
Or a boat that trials
The unfavorable water
And safely takes you to the haven

© 2019 sagarikapramod.

Freye Hudson, Goole, East Riding, Yorkshire, United Kingdom

Sometimes

Sometimes when all seems lost
To you
Not always much more
That you can do
Then in The Silence comes a Word
As if on The Wind
Something Stirred...
You realise come what may
Many a friend may forsake you
But others will come your way
You realise some are just with you
For only a short stay..
But there's one who'll Never Leave or
Forsake you..
But it's then all you can do is
Trust...
Just as Little children
Yes you really must
For without these times of testing..
How could Your Faith
Grow Strong
For it's then you can
Fight Each Battle..
For courage Will be A Breastplate
And Faith a Mighty Shield
Sickness a Different Matter
We often Don't understand
But we Still must Pray for Each Other
Some Healed a Beautiful Miracle
Some may be a Different Purpose
Is his Plan For You
At the End of The Road of
Life's Journey it will
Someday be made Clear
Some mysteries we cannot Fathom
Until in Heaven we meet
But Surely
The Most Important is
To Meet at Jesus Feet
Till we meet Till we Meet
Till we meet at Jesus' Feet.

Prarelo Paul (The Diamond Poet) & Dipalesa (The Platinum Poetess), Tembisa, Gauteng, South Africa

Mandela Day (July 4)

A day of laughter and excitement
When there's no resentment
Affection is felt
As warmth is shared
All around the world

Nations come today
To celebrate this day
A day of a man
A man of passion and compassion
A man of liberty and liberation
A man of courage and character
Oooh :The great son of the Xhosa

Iqhawe emaqhaweni!
Indoda emadodeni !
Monna motsamaya puleng enale magadima
A man of dignity and honour
Who stood still and conquered

Heelang! Osa botsa? [A ha! Do you ask?]
I am talking about
The one who made the globe his dwelling
Who made nkgono [grandma] to get a visa
Who gave birth to heroes and heroines
Who changed many zeros
Who gave birth to our Constitution
When it lacked oxygen
He dwells in South Africa

Kera yona Afrika Borwa [Back in South Africa]
Where he was groomed, fed and nurtured
He was a natural so they called him a plant
As he Fought to the ground
Until the enemy felt his courage
And decided to give up
He walked with pride
Because he knew the reason deep down.

Nelson Mandela
A man of honour, respect
Courage and pride

Let us make everyday a Mandela day 💎.

Zulu text:

Iqhawe emaqhaweni!
Indoda emadodeni !
Monna motsamaya puleng enale magadima

A hero of warriors!
A man among men!
The man in the rainbow has lights

Noel Cornelius Dawson, Irish Poet, Ireland

Noel has been a friend and member of Beautiful Minds since its founding three years ago on Google+. This is his first appearance in our Community Blog. Welcome to Beautiful Minds Community, Facebook, dear friend.

Yustini Zega, Depok, Indonesia

wayang beach

langit membiru
awan putih berarak
di Raja Ampat
pesona batas laut
alam indah terpancar

the sky turned blue
white clouds marching
in Raja Ampat
the charm of the sea boundary
beautiful nature radiates

Dale Warren & Myrna Dupre Badgerow (Collaboration) Covington, Georgia & Houma Louisiana respectively

The Dance Of The Lonely Silhouette

(Dale)

He watched her silhouette dancing along the stained glass
He wonder if she ever noticed him as the day passed
At times he imagined dancing with her beneath the sitting sun
But yet he was shackled to the life of a lonely one

(Myrna)
She saw him glance her way
And thoughts began to run astray
And then he smiled and she knew
That maybe life could begin anew
She was tired of lonely and feeling blue
And his smile told her he knew too.

(Dale)
So the shackles of loneliness began to fray
As the sun cast her silhouette in a new eloquent way
He reached out for her silky hand
To enter her ballroom would be grand
As the sunset faded into night
Their silhouettes dancing in radiant crimson light
Filling the breeze with a sweet delight