Beautiful Minds Poets

Sunday, August 4, 2019

Mary Lynn Luiz, Winter Haven, Florida, USA

I Hope

I saw you coming toward me and when

I looked into your eyes I fell in love!

As you touched my hands and held them, saying " Hello.

The smile on your face told me you loved me instantly also!

Flames of fire danced between your touch and mine!

The loving arms that enfolded and caressed you,

with tenderness of an angel’s wings, where mine.

Lost in your embrace was a feeling, I considered to be divine!

Your kiss swept me away, to a world where I had never been,

raptured me and then brought me back again!

How could this love so filled with passion and bliss,

that we shared for so long be only a memory that exists?

My heart is full of hairline cracks,

Where love for you keeps seeping through.

I keep making things to do, to try and forget about you.

But when I tire and stop, I find myself in thoughts of you!

I hope you find eyes of blue, that see you the same way as I do

I hope you find a love like mine, to kiss your lips with love divine.

I hope you find love, not lust and you’ll know the difference before you say “Hello”!

I hope you find a love so pure you’ll stay together your whole life through!

I hope again before I die, I’ll meet the man who will take me to the sky!

With a love so pure that our souls will thrive, together we’ll fly so high!

Within his kiss and embrace, we’ll survive, becoming as one until we die!

And with God's help and guidance, my dreams will come true. I’ll be satisfied!

Dolores Altea Lapinid, Marikina City, Metro Manila, Philippines

#haibun
Sampaguita *

Long ago, Rosita, the daughter of the Datu of Gagalangin and Delfin, the son of the Datu of Balintawak, fell in love with each other. Both of their parents are mortal enemies.

forbidden love
disregard family feud
meets secretly

The lovers meet secretly at night when the moon was bright near the boundary of their respective territory.
Each territory has a bamboo fence. Both parties see to it that territorial divisions are observed. One time a territorial battle occured. Delfin led the battle for Barangay Balintawak. He was young and inexperienced. He was hit badly. Before his death, he told his men that he will be buried near the boundary.

I'm ready to fight
what is mine is really mine.
till the last drop

Rosita too got sick. Before she died. she told her father that she will be buried near their property boundary.

my body will rest
in our secret meeting place
with sweet memories

Time passed and there were changes made by the government. Some people said that a small bush grew near the boundaries of former Balintawak and Gagalangin. It had small white flowers and fragrant smell at night. They could hear moans of the dead lovers saying, "Sumpa kita( I swear)." Later the flowers came to be known as Sampaguita.

dainty white flowers
with sweet fragrance at night
remembrance of Love

Henry Farrell, London, England, United Kingdom

With Unquiet Thoughts

In loud think the heart...
The self, a blessed host,
That super-abundant the impart
Of air...our haughty fluting utmost
Of heavenly wisdom, and free winged,
A might enough...is the heart...of emotions,
That by truth of the wind...
Thou are...the uplifted; rhythmic of love's fickle'd potions;
The unquiet, not seen or smell, but feels,
And that to move with as rational beings,
With little interrogation or care of ills;
And possibly, that love rarely happens with wrong beginnings:
Alack! There shall be them...of love's continuous dreaming...
With unquiet hearts, seeking love's true meaning ✍️

Mirella Ester Pennone Masi, Pavia, Italy

GOCCIA DI RUGIADA

Scende la sera,
ha spento l’azzurro
e il rosso dei papaveri.

L’acqua delle rogge
fluisce gorgogliando
nelle chiuse
balzella.

Nel cielo blu
la luna brilla;
questa notte
sarò
la goccia di rugiada
che non posa...

evaporerò
assetata
del tuo respiro.

La gota de rocío

Cae la tarde
ha apagado el azul
y amapolas rojas.

El agua en los canales
que fluye, burbujas,
en el cielo azul
la luna brilla;

esta noche
seré
gota de rocío
que no plantea ...

evaporearse
sedienta
de su aliento.

DEEP DROP

Evening falls,

has turned off the blue

and the red of the poppies.

The water from the irrigation ditches

it flows gurgling

in the locks

Balzella.

In the blue sky

the moon shines;

this night

I will be

the dewdrop

that doesn't pose ...

I will evaporate

thirsty

for your breath.

Sher Chandley, Roodeport, Gauteng, South Africa

The Bonds that Bind

I know a man
I know many men
So many I can't count
In the general tradition
Love their sons and daughters
Oh how they love them so !
Seems beyond divine instinct
Feed and clothe them
Teach them with patient care
Succour them in illness
Through gales and sunshine

I know a man
I know many men
So many I can't count
That transmit hatefulness
Into their beloved progeny
The same hatefulness
That was induced in them
Milk and bread of poison
Filial bonds that bind
So I ask you father
Is this truly love ?
Can it be a bond ?
Or rather a binding chain
That shackles the soul
A burrowing fetid worm
That rots to the core

I know a man
I know many men
So many I can't count
Who know not
That they pollute
Love with hate .

Rajiv Gwra Basumatary, Kokrajhar, Assam, India

Fragrance of my heart

Beyond.....
My imagination canvas
You are beyond my words too
How can I explain her beauty !
Her eyes are half closed mildly
Her rosy cheeks bursting into red
Lips with perfectly pink of hue
Walking on tiptoe tiptoe tracks
Her fragrance marks leave
Saying ! Good bye !
She's a silvery fairy of the Heaven
Her laughter opens up flowers
Her golden hair glistens like sunrise
She's very elegant like rosy rose
All eyes stare at her stunning looks
She's in my heart so dearly lovely
Never ending forever endearing
She's a rosy rose of my love and
Fragrance of my heart.

(C) 2019 Rajiv Gwra Basumatary