A Handful of Words - C.E. Vance (best business books of all time .TXT) 📗

all whereabouts - waits plaguing umbra,

echoing its longing - morose wails from soul

Grieving that beckons - with infinite tears,

always time to cry - takes the misery's toll

 

Not a hope to dream - life just passing by,

dread for the 'morrow - memories on hold

Depression that binds - nowhere else to go,

death inside myself - in a grave so cold

 

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Inner Sky

Past glint filled eyes in worlds of dreamland ponder,

journey to distant stars, sharing the moonlight's rise

Through sky of mind- across sheen of velvety pitch,

sought solace for  heart - where one's hereafter lies

 

Lure to Elysium, softy prompting by name-

like windblown songs voiced by sirens at sea

Path's way to light places darkness in hold,

'neath halo's calm - troubled thoughts set free

 

Encroaching shadows, bearing faces of dread-

garner somber tidings - yielding mar to soul

Plunged into depths with scarcity of hope,

headlong fall oft-times takes a grimaced toll

 

Advancing spawn with grasping clutch,

drags despairing turmoil along in tow

Disquiet crafts the scenes for imagined fate,

visions with greetings in shadings of woe

 

Many trials to find you - either day or night,

come as they will, tribulations fade to way

Through inner skies - a refuge in sanctum's home,

repose the while during a quiescent stay

 

Beyond the eyes are soothing places to ponder,

behind each star is another moonlit sky

Solace for heart - in worlds of dreaming thoughts,

realms where one's hereafter will always lie

 

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Fresh Are the Flowers

Fresh are the flowers,

misted bouquet from morning dew
Your blossoming splendor,

holds in awe those spying you

Sweet roses of crimson,

splendor trellised toward the sky
With lattice holding them aloft,

their beauty brings a sigh

 

Beckoning, they softy whisper,

shared sweetness for one adored

Presented gift before star lit eyes,

a silken petaled - treasure’s hoard

 

Fresh are the flowers,

twining cluster along trod path
A rainbow of mingled array,

among them,  kneeling to task

Gently gathered - one by one,

each due my patient care
Arranged in bundled neatness,

I'm off to you know where

 

Fresh are the flowers,

clutched bouquet to give away
A present for a lady so fair,

with hopes she’ll ask me to stay

An aromatic assortment,

a gathered beauty to view
Fresh are the flowers,

but they'll never compare to you

 

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Fortunate Child

Fortunate child,

born wonderment to a mother’s grace
Heavenly smiles,

reflections mimic each parent’s face

 

Image formed,

given to likeness of the Creator’s mold

Mirroring style,

portrays your destine in future’s hold

 

Fortunate child,

slumbered hush caresses bundled joy

Bassinet chimes,

musical tones from a key wound toy

 

Blanketed lull,

blessed with dreams for tomorrow’s sake

Serenade score,

peacefully plays till eyes come to wake

 

Fortunate child,

years pass unnoticed throughout your days
Awaited dreams,

forged perfections clinging to wishful ways

 

Tearfully mourned,

hopes placed to wayside go unseen

Intensely grasp,

lay no misfortune upon a silver sheen

 

Fortunate child,

purity of heart will present your fate

Passionately seek,

shun the villainy as longed fortunes wait

 

Forever trust,

give voice to Heaven in solemn prayer
Gracefully bow,

earnest whispers delivered to Father’s care

 

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Forever a Dream

On the brink before slumber,

in blush of a moonlit night.

Felt brush from flowing tresses -

a feathery wisp, so slight.

 

Just a wink away - dreams form,

entering from behind closed eyes.

In the room - a presence swells,

a wish - given to its rise.

 

Upon a breeze of silent swish,

a silver light in draping veil.

Through darkness - seen silhouette,

on winds without a wail.

 

Out the window - sole shimmer steps -

past a portal of swirling mist.

Moments that halts ensuing breath,

forever after - lovingly kissed

 

Solemn words with promise of heart,

stayed the years - and life slipped by.

Fell endless tears to pillar's fire,

the count of dreams scattered to sky.

 

Each now whispers - softly sweet,

like wafting jasmine in the air.

To closing eyes- my eternal sleep,

I feel the sweep of flowing hair.

 

On the brink before slumber,

in blush of a moonlit night.

Just a wink away - dreams revived,

enters - my shimmering light.

 

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Forever

A sprinkle of starlight from high in heaven's lair -
mimics crystalline highlights that shower your hair
The many shades - gently caressed by an angel's hand -
gives rise of lilac's fragrance from each silken strand

 

Unknown to harshness - her soft unblemished skin,
smooth perfection unaltered by sun or wind
Outer beauty is seen, but there's more to be told,
nestled in comfort like a child in cradles hold

 

A tinge of jade speaks of gentleness deep inside;
emeralds slowly fade with the closing of her eyes
With turn of heads, the moon and stars often weep,
silently gazing upon this gentle soul in sleep

 

Life's grandest views - hidden within simple things,
beyond shallow eyes it always holds more than seems
Gates swing wide for those seeking something more;
enter the refuge - peer into your mind's open door

 

Mild as a whisper, her voice delicately refined,

upon lovely smiles each sweetness combined

Like an air of dreams - cast by magic's spell,

into these depths is where I long to dwell

 

If images could be paused in a moment of time,
inside  stilled sands - you would always be mine
With halt to seconds - through portals of hourly glass,
I'd be there to love you until eternity's very last

 

C.E.Vance

Fledgling

Swooping in flight on wings of a fledgling,
forgotten wisps in the journals of time.
From hither to shores of destines wait,
aloft on winds begins journey's climb.

Soaring past threshold's weathered stoop,
countless dreams enter far-reaching doors.
Ageless tides rippling with flourished hope,
gather inside the recess in un-tallied scores.

From breaking dawn to evening's fall
challenges by day end suddenly with night.
Spirits that beckon for closure of eyes,
forbear the demise of imaged plight.

Envisioned triumphs succumb to the hour,
earth 's mortal kindred fall to slumber.
Whisper filled portals surrender to silence,
tomorrow into eons come without number.

Fledglings anew taking flight on wings,
children born to follow future's scheme.
Into waiting unknown they one day part,
none to return except in a passing dream.

Swooping in flight on wings of a fledgling,
forgotten wisps in the journals of time
From hither to shores of destines wait,
aloft begins another journey's climb

C.E.Vance

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