SHoe Preme

There was once a young lady from Claw
who lived in a cupboard where stored
all of her shoes but many in blues
as that was her fave color of all
Each day at the start
she explored her way through
so she could find for herself
just the right shoe
Maybe in red or perhaps in green
even in yellow. No! she would'nt be seen
always she'd return to her Shoe, Shoe Preme
a number in blue the crop of the cream.
SUnday Silly ~
pub ~ dVerse

Pub Grub ~ Drinks in Blue

we'd chop up the onions
and slice up the cheese
cut through the cobs
crisp as you please
lashings of butter
thickly laid
soft fresh bread
newly made
the smell lingers still
as we piled them up high
for customers
to try
so along with my cobs
and perhaps a crisp or two
I'd like to raise a toast to all of you
with drinks in blue
cheers !!!
everyone
(c) Libithina

for dVerse Poets
new beginnings ~ at the pub

Magic of the Faerie Queen

See how slowly she moves
catching at heady rose and musk perfume
nectar delights her gossamered fleur
natures framed
hearts to care
whispers love, hope
and lightness of thought
rippling soft and slow
onto crystal dreams
of sacred silver lakes
sprinkled in blossoms of cherry white
for her form to grace
tracing curves of slenderest waist
and lips that plead
pulsing hearts receive
How shall I call you ?
My star guiding light
sparkling as morning dew
cupped in lush grasses
tenderest root juiced
and eagerly being
whirled, enflamed,
giddyness barely contains
overpowers
urges to reach
to touch
My Angel
My All
fanning fagrances to
pathe your way
seeks to sealing
promises for all our days
Then come sparkling star
wakening sleepy fields
and rushing falls onto streams
where birds sing and call
a gown prepared of the finest
spun golden filaments
clasped in emerald
matching eyes of green
and slippers of softest moss
caressing your feet
Believing declare
no beauty to compare
Such is the Magic of the Faerie Queen.

(c) Libithina

many thanks to Rosie for the stunning image
from a wonderful collection ~ inspired by her
love of weddings ~ magical ~
and to @onestoppoetry Sunday a special thanks

Waving out to all of my friends with hugs and love

~ That May Be Which in June ~

Hears a shivering on the hill,
Calls
Dances cutting through woods
Up to knees in bracken leaves
The dawn promises
Sunset glory blazed to the skies
At Midsummer’s Eve
Painting scenes of ribbons ringed round locks of hair
Faster round wheels of
Seasons gathering to and flow
But never to forget the leaves in city streets that bleed at
Longest held dreams more radiant than deepest desires,
Before we knew that time began with even
cloven hoofed to stand but quivering
wings supplied the backbone of that command,
The call of Pan
And the Faerie Queen
Threading intricately patterned
Flutters speedily swings down low from branches hung with dew,
flying so
graceful, swooping swamps in
Seethes reveals continuing
sinuous whispers
laughs
spun around rings,
cautioning.
Orange russets flicker spilling fanned decks of shards
Twisting crumbling confetti
Tumbling
Softly
Slowly
Bending beckons with coy innocence tied but all is seldom what it seems
Whirling sycamore seeds near keen listeners
for whisperings enchanted clear.
Shoulder’s stooped
in springing squatting stance
especially entranced
licking
fruitful with finely sharpened grip,
smiling, dripping juiced to finger tips
Filling snails to a fine lined edge.
© Libithina

)0( Norb

Pas de Deux

Crowned with flowers his own sweet gentle dove,
on satined shoes, pease blossom peach in rosied hue.
Tresured with such a care and showered with love,
she in oystered cream frilled in powdered blue.
Gently, hands accepts his favor from satined glove
where petticoats swirled gossamer flaired in pas de deux.
From chance first meeting on the bridge by the green,
little knowing was conspired by others now unseen.

(c) Libithina 30/5/2011

Form Ottava Rima (abababcc) from @Onestoppoetry. Thankyou Gay.

In dedication to those romantics now passed, Alec, Joyce, Edward and to commemorate special anniversaries ~ Silver, Pearl, Ruby, Gold, Diamond

)0( Norb

Framed in Blue

If I could turn myself around
upside down hanging in the sky
and look down at me lying amongst the hard, black asphalt.
Would that make it any better,
me sky walker, cloud burster,
framed in blue,
could peep through
rather than hit the deck of solid mass.
Stepping back to 'look at the bigger picture'
with just the tiniest bit of vision,
profoundly impacting,
pounding out a different path,
radiating patterns from chaos,
symmetries fractiously knitting
together meaning, for correlation.
Tracking horizons
for key elements of harmonics,
processing frequencies
to control and stabilise
cleaning and finely tune ~
zooming out and in ~
freezing scenes ~
rotating angles, grooving seals and curves
smoothing out structures to reaffirm
participating interlacing data,
encrypting, decoding, unravelling,
discovering, valued insights ~
Spiriting in the sky ~
common ground breaking through,
travelling far in one spot,
without moving,
gazing below at high flying jets,
The world that we make is only one shot ~
Harmonics open in lush green
doorways to dimensions of portals
previously unmined and unseen ~
Wanna join the ride ~ ~

(c) Libithina

credit for photography to Scott Wydden ~ thankyou Scott ~ http://scottwyden.com/gear

featuring @Onestoppoetry

)0( Norb xx

Silence Speaks

windswept undulations
shaping formed
features steps
seemingly teetering
espied in orange crested waves.
Crimping harsh realities
but life affirmed
unravelling scenes of
vastness viewed
space and room to be blown,
to dance,
enraptured in seclusion,
lightness of touch
barely marbling sandied grains,
rapidly glimpsing shadows,
the unseen listener,
the watcher,
to what appears barren
sees life,
as not so much teems but
in changes of glorious light
shifts in moving sands,
gestures unity,
persisting,
giving a voice to the unnoticed,
averting gazed shrouded in mystique
but within his eyes he silently speaks.

(c) Libithina

Images kind permission of Rosa Frei
featuring @One Stop Poetry