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Mandi June Poems
Far upon the rising waves the rolling sea gives way to sunset far, accomplishing the end of restless day.
Forever in my thoughts, and always with your grace, there lies the clearest image of this; our love's embrace.
Make Haste! My dreams! For sleep ensures that in the night I'm only yours! So, bring the darkness; bring the night until dawn brings its humbling light.
Visions at Twilight
Why must show, the twilight so, the prophecies of ebb and flow to give a light one cannot see and highlight insecurity?
Strange and reckless midnight beckons forth the wicked souls To humbly find within themselves the peace of which they're told. Then wand'ring through the wretched woods, a path to ease their pain, By glowing moon fulfills their void, and shows the way again.
Let Shine The Light
When comes the time to raise the humble mast, To give release to feelings of the past, Surrendering the lies of what we've known, And take light of the beauties which are shown,
Sinners and Saints
One man's loss, is another man's gain. The man who has lost, is then never the same. The man who has won, not sure what he's done, to deserve the reward, to be placed in the sun.
The night; so quiet, so obscure My thoughts are always seared By remnance of the unforeseen And all that I have feared
Fading gently into rest I listen to your words. The deep contractions of your chest leave not a breath misheard. Relaxing fully to the sound I feel a sigh release; Enraptured by the bliss I've found that brings my soul to peace.
Drawing nigh, the time of choice inside my fiery soul Digs deeper. All the while, lacking balance takes its toll. The stone and mortar build a base from cold and empty ground Erect, at length, the structure that has now come tumbling down.
War On The Shadow
Without the curse of midnight Leering silent overhead, With no apparent shelter But, the cold, dark air instead,
The things I have to say to you, I should not, in this state But words are only words, and so, I know this cannot wait You'll never really understand just what I've overcome To conquer, scorn, and disconnect from everything you've done.
Trickle down from heaven, as your magic softly flies. Above, a glimmer of your light descends from dim-lit skies. Bringing hope, a simple wish of faith, you fall away. The shooting stars of nighttime bliss; Oh never come the day!
When sorrow shadows brightness from above Misguided, faint emotions start to swarm To battle saintly waves of bliss and love; The brackish gray of hate becomes the norm.
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Far upon the rising waves
the rolling sea gives way
to sunset far, accomplishing
the end of restless day.
The life within the ocean
glides effortly; at peace.
A fading light of glowing sun
starts, quickly, to decrease.
The moon above the water,
the shine of twinkl'ng specks,
luminous and silent light
from countless stars reflect.
The sound of rolling power
from the crashing waves beneath
produces majesty and strength;
a deep, blue graceful heath.
And, as the grandeur of the sea
surrounds a calming mind,
the wind and ...