Sunday, April 30, 2017

Got A Hold On Me (Sonnet #465)

Got a Hold On Me (Sonnet #465)

My dear Princess was born to rule my heart
The day we met, so small within my arms
Yet grand the scale of love, none shall alarm
Papa’s total surrender was her art.
So great this mystery ‘twist old and young
‘'Tis been a partnership, these miscreants
We two, against the world, not innocent
Exploits, attempts, misses, shall ‘ere be sung.
Enthralled, this joy roots deep as she matures
The hints of whom she’ll be unfold each hour
Writer, poet, imagineer, for sure
Enter the debutante with grace and pow’r
Wonders unleash’d, amazement, and allure
Blink back those tears, this Beauty now flowers.

© 2017 David W. Palmer

Thursday, April 27, 2017

What She Means to Me

Like fog
         Your coming was
       Unnoticed; suddenly
There you were, materialized
  Beside me, speaking words,
                 My pen

                Like stones
            Falling in shafts
    The air grew cold, fearful
How could I write, even want to
    If you, my heart, were gone?
              I wept buckets
                   Of tears

           Slowly did Dawn
 Break the gloom; colors drew
My world with Faith; discovery --
    Anyone makes me laugh
       She who draws tears
                  Owns me

                    Not one
              To set my hand
      To plows and then forsake;
   I turn toward you just as flowers.  
          Seek the sun’s energy
              You fill my heart
                    With joy.

© 2017 David W. Palmer

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Tango in Buenos Aires, Sonnet #461

Tango in Buenos Aires (Sonnet #461)

Tonight our city comes alive, the dance
Is our seduction, let us feel the heat
Of love’s passion, too long I’ve lived apart
From moments which possess my very soul.
Tonight the movement comes alive, we press
Together desperate – eliminate
All hint of separation’s gulf betwixt
And press the flesh that souls may follow swift.
Tonight our love has come to life, the range
Of life we know: sorrow, sighing, crying,
Laughing, loving, kissing, feeling union.
This is tango, loving music, and you.
Step with me cross the floor, cry violins
Satisfied lovers, a thing of beauty.

© 2017 David W. Palmer
Al Pacino, Tango from the movie, Scent of a Woman

Monday, April 24, 2017

Précioux (Sonnet #459)

Précioux (Sonnet 459)

Have you seen, heard of, or known love like this?
She came with autumn rain’s drumbeat, echoes
Of angelic thunder, myriad wings
Folding, snapping, praising her nascent dreams.
One chubby hand reached out to grasp that one
Lone feather floating by her bed. Today,
That loving gift transfers her silken words
From page to sweetest imagination.
Heaven sent you, Beauty, that I may long
For life with passion, color, and fragrance
Soaring sightings so you share surely
That I should love her is no mystery.
That she love me is beyond belief
And my moist eyes are mute acknowledgment.

© 2017 David W. Palmer

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Elusive (Sonnet #456). Enhancing (Sonnet #457)

Elusive (Sonnet #456)

Through filtered patch of waning daylight
I caught the end of Noah’s bow kiss earth
No gloom of gray soggy day can dampen
Spirits when full colors of our spectrum
Shine and tantalize us. She was a tease
Today, for as I moved toward her, retreat
Was her response. Take not your colors from
Me, was my plea. She gaily tossed her curls.
‘Tis not your gold, I will not take, but share
That treasure locked within my heart for you.
Your colors hold the life of which I dream
I, for one, a home for you can provide.
No more servitude to the sun, now shine
When, where why and how you choose to display.

© 2017 David W. Palmer

Enhancing (Sonnet #457)

I’m dancing over clouds of joy, beneath
My feet, my precious bow, sustaining, shines
Born from the tears, angels shed for lost souls
She does transform life’s pain to heaven’s verse
Colors from her heart do stain her parchment
Yet she performs the alchemy of soul
To lift despair through arch-span in the clouds
Beauty be not quenched by reign of terror.
Wonder not at her glory she studies not
The gray, but faces ever t’ward the sun,
Reflects his hope down on soggy sorrow.
Thus, why I long to live with her and see
The Glory True, and live to know bright love
That glows upon our pillows ev’ry night.

© 2017 David W. Palmer

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Bomboléo (Sonnet 451) #BeauifulWords

Bomboléo (Sonnet #451)

Something moves decidedly between us:
Gazing into your eyes, flamenco steps
Sway hearts in love; your arms across my neck, 
Foreheads tilt-touch, there’s no where else to look.
The steps, the slide, ‘tis metaphor; the brook
Tumble tunes harmony, dancing this speck,
Solar dustings alive with hope. From depths
Of soul, I seek meaning’s sweet rush.
Those eyes, deep brown, divulge to me much more:
The thoughts you think hidden from view, I share.
Passion rises as we take to the floor;
That’s why dancing in time, we’re quite the pair.
You are within my soul, and I in yours;
Bomboléo, our sway in sync we dare.

© 2017 David W. Palmer

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Saturday, April 15, 2017

Sonnet #47, Alive! (A Sonnet for Easter)

SIGHTINGS: Finding Your Story in the Pages of Scripture, Sunday, April 16, 2017, Easter Sunday

By David Palmer 
25-February, 2006

First streak of sun’s fire alights the black sky 
As on the First Day of this world’s existence, 
Not, “Let there be Light,” but, “Son, Let there be Life!” 
From betwixt night and day came forth One Shining, 
In might, tossed the stone, Death feebly entwining 
The form of the ONE it could not claim.  The Strife 
Ended before it began.  Magnificence, 
Majesty Strode Forth, mighty Victory’s cry!    
Proven to be Son of God with ALL POWER    
Hell’s Gates battered down, broken asunder    
Captives long held there, He led in procession    
Up to the Throne of His Father.  Confessions    
Poured forth from the Angels rejoicing.  Praise    
The Redeemer, Lamb Slain, Forever Raised! 

(C) 2006, 2017 David W. Palmer

When He spoke before at the dawn of time, it was to bring Light out of darkness, form out of void, and a universe of wonder out of chaos.  This time, the Creator has stepped back onto the center stage of existence and proclaimed —”This is the first day of the rest of your Eternity!!!”      Before this day, death was a very formidable foe.  As Shakespeare said so eloquently, “No man has gone into that country and come back to tell about it.”  Therefore, conscience, and fear of what lies beyond, makes cowards of us all.  Death is the enemy that separates us from the dear faces we love, robs us untimely of our children, laughs at our hopes and plans, is the dark shadow hiding in the corner of every birthday party, reminding us that this milestone just brings us one step closer to his evil clutches.    

But today, all that changes.  Physically, our bodies still wear out and decay.  But now, we know a new destination for our eternal soul, and we see the ultimate redemption plan for our bodies.  We know that when He shall appear, we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is.  And everyone who has this hope, purifies Himself, even as He [Jesus] is pure” (1 John 3:2-3).  We shall live with a body very much like His, and our soul and body shall be bonded for eternity with a bond that will never break.  All because of this day!    

-- Pastor Dave, Easter Sunday, April 16, 2006
[Just as true for me today, as it was when I signed this then]

“I serve a Risen Savior.  He’s in the world today!  I know that He is living, whatever men may say.  I see His hand of mercy, I hear His voice of cheer.  And just the time I need Him, He’s always near. He lives!  He lives!  Christ Jesus lives today!  He walks with me and talks with me along life’s narrow way.  He lives, he lives, salvation to impart.  You ask me how I know He lives.  He lives within my heart.”  — Alfred H. Ackley, 1933

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

skylarks (a haiku attempt)

skylarks murmur
fill God's dance card
field poppies wave

(C) 2017 david w palmer

Monday, April 3, 2017

Oldsmobile (Sonnet #442)

Oldsmobile [Sonnet #442]
By David Palmer
April 2, 2016
Maple Valley, Washington

Power enough to fill my dreams, but then
Performance to get me into trouble.
Ventura Highway to the Coast, double
Time, there to find Cal Highway One, that’s when
The top came down, all sun, sand and endless scenes
Blue Pacific twisting vistas from bluffs
Overlooking rocks, waves and surf so rough.
Eight hours to the Bay, and she my queen
She nestled close; upshifting like a dream.
Our chariot christened the Noble Steed
It was our day, just she and I, no need
For ought but living in the moment’s stream.
By moonlight did we love near Monterrey.

©2017 David W. Palmer

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Markings. Sonnett 441


By David Palmer
2-April 2017
Federal Way, Washington

She bears the marks of love, discolored
Shades of purple, yellow green, red fading
Perhaps from sight but ne’er from recalling
Kneeling he pleads, “Forgive me, Dear!” Tired
Now, she does not hear his speech repeated,
All these symbols of synthetic sorrow,
Cyclic anger shall raise welts tomorrow,
He blames her he is so ill-tempered
Why does she stay, accepting this torture?
When friends say “Try not to make him mad;”
Church exhorts, “Patience, and be submissive,”
Who believes and says, “You deserve better?”
Shame on us, we hid our heads denying
Private hells our sisters are enduring.

She bears the marks of love so ravishing
For her new man worships the ground she treads
Praising beauty he sees within the threads
Her glowing eyes reveal to him seeing
Today’s promise he keeps, now believing
Her brow he crowns floral beauty adorns
Constant smile today her face has borne
His queen, she is, over his heart reigning
Every woman’s soul remains a garden
To tend to her a man is truly wise
For she a multitude of colors hide
But blooms her soul for Love which is so ardent
Her joyful soul, exquisite work of art
Each stroke reveals the beauty of her heart.

© 2017 David W. Palmer

Written for #Positively Prompted +Niamh Serendipity in The Dream Scene
Invited by +Niamh Serendipity  and +Nasreen Malik  – thank you my friends

Robin Antiphonal (Sonnet #54)

From My Whispering Thunder Collection this is Sonnet #54, released one year ago today. Can you believe that I wrote 390 more in the past year? She who is my muse knows why.

By David Palmer
2-April, 2016
Maple Valley, Washington

Kiss of the dew on my feet from freshly
Mowed grass, comforted internally
By Morning’s enveloping chill; Above
The Sons and the Daughters of God rejoice
In such cacophonous antiphonals --
Bethlehem’s hills rang no louder with praise
Then these mighty midget winged cherubs
Tweeting melodious praise to their Lord.
Awaken the Dawn with your song, my Soul
Join your lines to this superb symphony.
Your Day is Alive with Promise and Peace
And unfolding rapidly to your gaze.
O, Carpe Diem, ‘tis not time for sleep
Blend with these Angels His off’ring of Love.

Copyright 2016, David W. Palmer
All intellectual property rights retained by the author

POESIS Newsletter Came Out Today from Beautiful Minds


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