Butterfly (Haiku)

Hi bloggers,

Here is a new haiku for you.  Thanks for the inspiration over at Carpe Diem :

February soars

In blue, majestic waters

With spring on her wings

The Smiling Monarch

Part I.

I see her smile upon the wall
My unknown beauty, could she be
The queen, the holy monarch
An unknown pearl in the bed of my dreams
I wake up, it is Monday
My work phone rings but I am gone
To see the familiar walking path
Where the art gallery gleams upon the sun
Poor fellow, they remark, and whisper with their eyes
To behold a man enraptured with a frame
But the mysterious woman, she is mine
Oil on canvas, glow in her cheeks
She comes alive in me

Part II.

Days of the week
Are all the same
They shepherd me
From activity to activity 
Though every Monday
A kind fellow
Blows kisses at me
Signed the Queen

Written for O.S.I. (Monday) and Sunday Scribblings (Monarch)

Ticket To Her Soul

Hi all,

I am writing for O.S.I. and Sunday Scribblings.  The themes are ticket and embroidery.  The style is written in Lanturne form. 

She 

Leaves poems

A ticket

Into her soul

Cry

They

Ransacked

In the dark

Her box of things

Gone

Eyes 

Searching

Calls her name

Stitches a rose

Loss

Sugar & Iceberg (Haiku)

Hi all,

I have written a pair of haiku for Haiku Heights and Carpe Diem.  The themes are sugar and iceberg.

Two lumps, please

With your croissant smile

Sugar bliss

Break the ice

My crystal island

Has a heart

The Daughters of Aman (Part I)

Hi bloggers,

On February 15, 2009, I embarked on the journey of blogging. Four years later, I am blessed and thankful for the creative inspiration to keep writing today.  Thanks for all the comments, views, and followers over the years.  It's been awhile since I shared a short story on this site.  I hope you enjoy my latest work.

Lord Aman possessed great fortune.  His wealth was so great that all the men envied and admired him save the king.  Now the king had also sent for Aman as he was very wise.  And the king divided a portion of his kingdom and left one under his jurisdiction. Moreover, the people hailed Aman as favorable and just, but the king had seized all the taxes and revenue from him.  

"My good man, do not cheat the king!  But give what is rightfully his."

"Your majesty, you have taken all the money without cause.  Am I not worthy of my share," Aman cried.  

The king was wroth by his reply and threw him in the dungeon. Aman lived in utter darkness for five years.  Only Aman's three daughters came to look upon him.  They alone were Aman's strength and comfort.  

Gabriella, the eldest, possessed her mother's eyes, which were gray and heavy as the sky before a storm.  She granted her father strength and sweet sustenance.  Amielle, his second daughter, kept him abreast of the outside world and gave him great knowledge.  Milliana, the youngest, whispered in his ears like a song bird.  Her presence made his soul merry.

On the anniversary of Aman's imprisonment, his daughters prepared a feast and adorned themselves in silk and gold.  

"Ah, my angels," Aman laughed.  "What manner of greeting is this?"

"Papa, we are here today to restore honor to thy name," Gabriella declared.

"Am I not in chains and cast in darkness?  Did you bring weapons to break me out," and Aman thoroughly rebuked his daughters.  

"Nay, papa.  Listen to Gabriella," Amielle reasoned.  "For we have planned thy escape for five years."

"Nonsense! Return home and cause no more trouble.  For I have accepted my fate.  God should have blessed me with sons."

"You are more blessed to have daughters," Milliana whispered with a kiss.  Then, the girls placed shawls over their heads and departed.  

To Be Continued...

Courting Night

The courting night

Humbly asks one question:

Be my Valentine 

Happy Sky Watch Friday

Classic Night

The scent of rain in the morning 

Hurry love

The bustle of rush hour traffic

Get home

Valentine rose for your hair

Red muse

Slow dancing at candlelight

Barefoot 

Here's looking at you, kid

Classic Night

Inspired By Imaginary Garden & Casablanca

Romance After Dinner

Yellow tiles and silverware

Come, let me play with your hair

The patrons glance but I don't care

There's only room for two

Come, let me play with your hair

My heart's on a plate and tastes of strawberries

There's only room for two

Your eyes make music like violins

My heart's on a plate and tastes of strawberries

An engagement ring floats in a flute glass

Your eyes make music like violins

Joy to kiss your lips all night

Artwork By Joseph Lorusso

Written For The Mag & O.S.I.

Sakura (Haiku)

Hi all,

I am writing the following poem for Carpe Diem and the theme is Sakura ( a Japanese folk song celebrating spring).

Bright daughter

Waltzes in winter

Singing spring

New blossoms

Christen in fragrance

Life anew

Sakura

A song of beauty

Notes on trees

Shadowy Sky

Cloak of raven

Lifts her veil 

Into the sky

Black cherry eyes

Trail of velvet

Greeting sunlight

For Sky Watch Friday

My New Store Has Launched!

Hi bloggers,

I am excited to announce my new store has launched at zazzle.com.  Zazzle is a wonderful place to express your creativity.  Currently, I have Valentine cards for that special someone.

My store can be found here: http://www.zazzle.com/sunrisepoetry

More to come!  Thanks for stopping by!

Pride & Joy (Haiku)

Hi all,

The following haiku is written for Haiku Heights and Carpe Diem:

Pride and joy

A nest of eggs born

Mama sings

Do re mi

Song bird's soft greeting

My heart soars

Charisma on a Morning Train

Hi bloggers,

The following poem is written for O.S.I. and Carry on Tuesday:

The sun shines with kisses
And the yellow light spells your name
You came in on a morning train
With words that sang of spring

How did you know my life was winter
And my clothes smelled of wood
From long blizzard nights and cabin fever

You have more charisma than a rooster
Who swoons the hens from a hot tin roof
As you whisper in my ear:
Fear not for the future
Weep not for the past

I recite the verses in my heart
Release them as sparrows into the clouds
And they return as bountiful stars
To light my darkest nights

Stare Down

Stare down

Man-made vs. Nature's way

Steel and concrete

A wise, ancient tree

Earth the master

Skyscraper its pupil

Happy Sky Watch