~ CALYPSO ~
Odyssey of the open ocean
Eclipsing the performance of Heaven's delight
A beautiful name whispered along the night
Calypso, enhanced with enchanted lullabies
Sweet silver streams, dreamy epic diamond dreams
Serendipity falls in like mist, under the majestic marble moonlight
Calypso, you belong to;
--Sunsets of the secret sea.
Mysterious-- many precious places to go,
Calypso -free flowing, floating legend!
Ride the beastliness breeze above the sea
Whisper, Calypso come for me!
Beautiful Comforting, Calypso Carry me!
Reflections easily deliquesce into thin air
Sedating the open waters -Voyage- view
Visionary Vessel above liquid level,
as divine in spirits she sails.
CA-LYP-SOO-- Nymph Nature Name
Aquatic of belief-----------------------
CALYPSO, the journey of all journey's
For all eternity-------------------------
The Butterfly Flutters By
On a steamy, sun-drenched, summer Sunday,
Tree leaves delightfully dancing to the tune of
A warm, welcoming, wandering breeze blowing,
Metamorphosis now complete, no memory of being yesterday’s creeping caterpillar,
The butterfly flutters by.
Blatantly, brazenly, boastfully,
Showing off beautiful, brilliant, blue-black and brown wings,
Gracefully gliding through a breathtaking, glorious garden,
The butterfly shyly pitches from blushing, boldly-colored, buds to fragrant flowers,
Cunningly outmaneuvering a competing, hovering hummingbird.
Slyly snatching a satisfying taste of tantalizing, syrupy, sweet nectar
From attention-craving, Golden Flame Honeysuckle vines,
The butterfly flutters by
Cheerfully and completely satiated -
Perhaps, already dreaming about tomorrow’s anticipated sugary feast!
Entered in the contest "The Butterfly Flutters By"
Brilliant blue butterfly
Frequently fluttering freely
Delicately dancing on dahlias
Softly soaring skyward
Buddleia bushes brimming with beauty
Enchanting everyone’s eyes
Written for Alliteration Contest Sponsored by Dr Ram Mehta
6th July 2014
~awarded 3rd place~
Desirous dust devils dance for a chromium god,
withering winds wandering whither they wish.
Silenced as shadows stretch, silhouetting strange shapes,
elongated ellipses etching the expansive emptiness.
Quickly cooling, the sunset slathers the sky in carnelian colors.
Deep desert darkness descends, a moonless diaphanous dome.
Looming above us, the luminous universe lifts our eyes aloft.
A celestial shining so supreme it spawns starry shadows,
succoring our unsatisfied souls in its empyreal embrace...
The watcher waits...
September 15, 2014
wind whips the weeping willow
a wolf rests deep within
watching snowflakes waltzing
Wonderful wonders woven within wild.
Titillates theatrical tender thoughts
Consistently creation, contrives conservation concerns.
Ecology evolves equations, entitling entities essence.
Empowering equality, enlarges existence.
Life lovingly leases Longevity.
Biodiversity braces, blatant brutal balding.
Deforestation, destruction devoid due definition.
People physically, plundering planet.
Prevalently procuring, products proscribed
Pilfering practices producing poisonous pollutants.
Greenhouse gases generated, generously grievous.
Temperate temperature’s tempers tumultuous.
Creating Climate changes, causing catastrophes.
Planet purges peril predominately.
Preached, placid platitudes, politicians podiums paced.
loved lives logged listed lost.
Lacuna languished, lessons least learnt.
Losing Life lingers, listing leeward lazily.
No tears as we scoop up the moon,
zip up dirt statues that dance in the sky,
and pour out the sea of stars.
We laugh as we boil to pull closer the sun,
turn our night song into the whistle of a soothing wind,
and blanket mountain tops with snow.
We sip blueberry flowers as we clip birds to trees,
turtles to seas, and playful dogs to shoes;
then we lean in and candle the dawn.
No tears as we scoop up the moon,
snag the sun, and slice the sky.
As morning rain they fall.
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Across The Sky To Praise
The Maker and All His Wondrous Ways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Rises High, In Grace
Yet, Still In A Humble – Pilgrim’s Place
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Will Not Betray
All The Moonlight, GOD Lets Display
Tho’ She Moves In His Cosmic-Stage-Play
From His Theme-Theatre, She Will Not Stray
My Pilgrimage … Thru Deep, Dark Space
With Silver-Wings and Beams, I Chase
The Unknown and Known Questions Raised
Will Be Answered, When The Maker Says …
My Pilgrimage … To Touch Heaven’s Face
That Beauteous, Elusive, Mysterious Trace
Borne At The Blessed-Beginning’s Base
My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pray …
My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pay –
My Vows, My Voice, In Vesper-Vase
As This Moon, Is In Harvest – Phase
And Beams Brighter Now … Tho’ Slanted-Gaze
… The Moon … Glowing Ochre-Gold Or Silver
The Moon … Is Making Pilgrimage, Remember
The Moon … Is Trying To Help Deliver
Lost-Souls, Who Can Not Find … Moon River …
… Moon’s Pilgrimage … Keeps Steady Pace
Even Climbing Thru Dense, Cloudy-Lace
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Is Like A Dance, That Sways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Into The Night’s Embrace … …
Threw two trees a heart was seen
Two trees bent, shaped by time and wind
Threw these trees the truth can be gleaned
Hards times shape, make, and blend
(Threw in this instance means strategic place.)
Traveling twisting mind streams.
Grounded to earth that conforms to flow freely,
Gently follows carved curved paths,
Nothing can block its destinations track,
Tandem in movement supportive round ripples,
Rocks on which it rests and slides in tides,
Glides, eddies, and tumbles,
Calm in cool pools.
No strains against nor entrenched,
Conforms yet grows in light wide water windows,
Changes through time as it bends, it tends,
Cleans spiritual souls that mystic sparkling sight lends,
Turbulent, transforms with mounting energies,
Eternal shifts from small cliffs and life reflections,
Boundless directions share theirs,
Open to the currents creativity,
Positive energy flows and travels there,
Becoming aware, joined with passionate raptures.
~ William Wooding ~
Leaping in barefoot abandon
Soaring every which way from Sunday
Laughter effortlessly exhaling cool breezes.
Lounging on nature’s lush carpet
Silhouette illumined by carefree serenity
Lapping up rays and shining them back
Licorice sticks and crackers and brie
Sweet plumpness of kiwi and mango and peach
Licking ripe juices off contented grin
Long luscious showers in waterfall glory
Swirling delightfully playfully pure
Lingering loving caresses of freshness
Last blush of daylight’s electrical charge
Sunset yields gracefully generously kind
Lights flicker syntax where space enfolds meaning
Lay here beside me
Savor my dream
Let my enchantment touch yours
Summer sings silent songs
Autumn air arrives Aloud!
Careless, clumsy, cool, crisp
Lingers like a lullaby
Up in the Autumn Air
Clouds cling in clusters.
soft silhouettes in the sky
morphing mystic masterpiece
Sponsor Dr. Ram Mehta
February 21, 2014
shake salt slow so she see's slick snow
Watching wild Wasps
Fiercely flying forward
Sonic stings, sickly screams
Painfully piercing pandemonium
Experimenting with form I have not previously attempted.
the man within me makes me who i am
he is the source of my being
And he controls my life and feelings
Spirit mixed with emotions and grieves
A Breath from the creator
On that faithful sixth day of creation
Natural being beyond description
He direct my steps,
As mother hen direct its chicks
spiritually being of old incarnation
physically invisible to the mortal eyes but,
spiritually visible to the immortals
its leaves as the body dies
just like a gas leaves from a container
To unknown destination only known to it
within, the voice speaks humbly
the ten commandment of mosaic law
Which order your ways purely and rightly
Humbly inserted to enforce holiness physically
when try to channel or control, it leaves you
leaves you to your bidden until you understand
it dying, fainted voice so friendly
conscience of mortal s are the man within
spiritual immortal, unchallengeable mountainous beast of value
friendly synonymous to the whirlwind
vanishable like the gas into the air
Beyond microscopic power when its leaves the body
it stimulate your pains and groans grievously when hurt
when in motion, it becomes mulish
to stop you from crimes
munificent ghost but very grievous
all right reserved john chizoba vincent 2013
How nature works
The corresponding relationship
Between all creature
One thing happening
Is the outcome of another
Is the beginning of another
That is the act of nature
Like food chain
Each depends on another
Everything has a season
And for a reason
Evil deeds ends hell
But good deeds ends well
For perfection is the spell
Those who tread
This path will excell
The bosom of happiness
Will they dwell
Seven cities sat* silently in the sandstorm**
Waiting as the wind whipped around wickedly**
Dun walls draped with dirt and dust**
And the darkened sun desperately seeking a dim scenery*
But as the unsecured boards were battered and broken about
Clapping clappers clipping** the next scene
The humans huddle in the hovels hiding and hidden**
From the farce of the ferocious furor, full of fear**
But then, as suddenly as it started, it subsides**
As silence settles** and the sand sifts** down
Down to the ground and gravel
And carefully eyes peek out of slits and keyholes
Seeing the first rays slice through the haze
Defining from pastel to watercolor to crisp bristle brush
Even if the voice of the cities are still hush*
There is a stirring of life
In the end of stormy strife***
Dry, dirty, dilapidated buildings by day
Become suspicious, spooky shanties at night.
Daytime woods are filled with cute, cuddly creatures,
Yet at night they're forests filled with ferocious fiends of foul intent.
By day the moon is hidden half a hemisphere away
But shines marvelous, mellow moonbeams at midnight.
Invisible entities that revolve around our world by day,
Provide a panorama of planetary beings parading across the cosmos at night.
Flowers flourish flavoring the field,
Wild waifs that wave and whirl and whip
Beneath the wind's wanton waltzing ways.
Bucolic bees buzz blooms and sip
Sweet sage, sacramental savorings.
A halcyon habitat, a happy home,
For blessing birds and bees and blossoms,
Majestic, magical May meadowland, my own.
July 6, 2014
Fantastic friends fry fresh fish friday for fun
The top of the terrace trembles
With worshiping warlocks sit wondering
So stupendous the sky seems surreal
I inquire intelligently inside
Thinking that time throws what troubles
Colorful chrysalis shines and climbs courageously
Lovely light lays on lowered layer
Perfect and powerful portrayal presents pleasure
Of outrageousness opened only so often
Never kneeling now or noticeably feel
Sky’s superiority spits my soul’s special sight
I enjoy every encased enlightenment
Full of fascinating floating essence finally
Enveloped within enigmatic enlisted joy
The sky spreads its light superiorly shared
Remembering recreation watching the real sky
Entered into Nathan A.'s "alliteration alliteration, nothing but sweet alliteration (must have alliteration in the title)" contest
I moan in the morning
See stones, soil, skunks, snakes
Birds, bees buzzing
Sweet scent soar in the sky
The clouds hanging low
muffled the maple-covered mountain.
Fog from the saturated earth
weakly, wet the newborn breeze.
Mist maintained the rainy connection
between earth and eternity.
A gray day lay upon
the weary weakened eye of morning.
Soon the breeze blossomed to wind
wiping the cinders from the sun.
Winsome Wendy walked in winter's white
Wondering when her window box wisteria would grow.
Wintry wisps followed by winter's windstorm
Wiped out her wonderful window work.
Winsome Wendy wanted to whine
"Without the wisteria, could winter be fine"?
While still walking, Wendy happened upon Woeful Will
Who worked without reward.
Winsome Wendy withstood the wisecracks that
Woeful Will had witlessly worded to her.
Wendy's withdrawal, spurned the wishy-washy Will
Which was witnessed by Watchful Ward.
Winsome Wendy went to the windbreak
Which Watchful Ward had wrought.
Wincing in the wind of winter's weight
Watchful Ward worded a simple warning to Wendy...
"Watch out for the windchill".
Flames roared through the nights sky.
A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames.
The heat warmed the mortals below.
They believed that this was a great night.
The sky emulated a beautiful red color.
The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue.
They believed that they were all safe.
They were not nearly as safe.
They were witnessing Armageddon.
The war between good and evil.
For no one is safe until judgment day.
That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue.
The birds will sing a tune.
The flowers will bloom.
That will be the day.
The day when we will all be ok.
An asphyxiating smoke
Coming from a secret
Fireplace – not a single spark
Is to be seen
She naturally searches
For the bonfire left scorching
By campers in the surviving forest
That grew and selfishly devoured
The entire sylvan dales
And commands her soaring clouds
To scan the flaming, smoking
Spots on the earth and, straightaway,
To spray extinguishing showers
For them to cool down and shiver
But, alas, Atmosfera still sniffs (with rage)
An asphyxiating smoke
Coming from a secret
Fireplace, and not a single spark
Was seen by her soaring clouds
We are creators not
We've no sedition nor
division, but distinction
Our words from
We are created
Our existence, our
Our thirst makes us
But through words they
say we persist
Our hearts and the
earth are connected
But we are called
We are not deviators!
Our movement without
Journeys within our
Speaking, but not
Oh God! What's
The impossible made
Yet, "they're all lies",
You'll indeed lie, for
your answer still lies
The end of lies...
The final end...
The world's end!
Sweltering sun on your tea stained skin
such a sensual aphrodisiac,
pungent wafts of fresh worked soil
scorching my sandy soles,
brackish trickle between ample breasts
now heavy bellied with desire,
brooding for but a single kiss
bestowed by burnished brow.
Let loose your laborious implement,
languidly lie with me my love,
where last autumn’s littering lingers still,
liberate my lustful lips.
Carelessly where the cornflowers crown,
cast all caution to the wind,
as coppery caresses wantonly crave, a
covering of common nakedness.
Deny me not this delicious deluge
of self indulgence, as I dare,
to demand away the doldrums, by
day dreaming in the dirt.