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Beauty Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Beauty

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BEAUTY OF MAGICAL FOREST



• * ) Forest of stars all clad in jade Varnishing buds with hints of cream, As magic weaves through sky’s brocade. * Lucent veil lifts trance of nightshade Garlands tossing my hair, agleam Forest of night all clad in jade. * Leaves dancing, O wings on parade Butterflies reel to catch my dream; As magic weaves through sky’s brocade. ~ Tinsels from grass drip to cascade Such loveliness cruising downstream *Forest of stars all clad in jade. * * Then, pixies dart on rock’s glossed shade My breath enthralled by stardust beam; As magic weaves through sky’s brocade.~ * *) Homeward bound, tasting mystic glade Fey whispers like child-like hours' dream. Forest of stars all decked in jade, ~As magic weaves through sky’s brocade. The Magical Forest Contest of Roger Horsch


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MEADOW'S ROBE



When meadow flaunts her robe of green
and covers me in tender lace
her perfumed view lights up onscreen.

From mantle wrapped by pure citrine
a peaceful view my breaths embrace,
when meadow flaunts her robe of green.

Cascading dewdrops quite serene,
wheels gently to enshrine my face
her perfumed view lights up onscreen. 

A nightingale takes wing, unseen
to pipe last croons within this space,
when meadow flaunts her robe of green.

She glides around like myth's Celine
oh beauty lit by skyline’s grace,
her perfumed view, lights up onscreen!

The newborn dawn will spread its beam
lingering through mild slumber’s pace.
When meadow flaunts her robe of green,
her perfumed air drapes path’s onscreen.


Juli- Michelle's Rhyme Battle: Round 4


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Last night I dreamt

Last night I dreamt, a picture my only inspiration
How the world has changed in the passing of years
The memory even now can lead to temptation

I pass now through my own trial and tribulation
All these things leave me with a multitude of fears
Last night I dreamt, a picture my only inspiration

So vivid and so distinct I could feel the sensation
A happiness that could almost bring me to tears
The memory even now can lead to temptation

I have learned through experience and trepidation
Of the ideal of a person and how then it endears
Last night I dreamt, a picture my only inspiration

Abstraction ultimately needs some cultivation
The congregation of people and their peers
The memory even now can lead to temptation

Everything said right now I still live in jubilation
Enjoying every aspect of the moment jars and jeers
Last night I dreamt, a picture my only inspiration
The memory even now can lead to temptation

Penned 8/5/2013 for Last night I dreamt contest -serious entry


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Anne of Snow


Unalterable turned, cold's Anne of snow;
Of winter laughs and aves in modes of white;
With stare conceivable and face to glow. 

In everlasting streams of mirth and flow;
Orison's company betimes forthright;
Unalterable turned, cold's Anne of snow;

What is important to keep tight, and stow
Ghost nuptial forms of Sunday's blue shore bight,
With stare conceivable and face to glow. 

In silence comes, her white quilt to bestow;
my winter's solitude and dreams' benight;
Unalterable turned, cold's Anne of snow;

White blanket to descend, silent and slow;
The sovereign deep woods, in wordless rite;
With stare conceivable and face to glow. 

Retention of her intellect to show,
Perceptual is her entity and plight;
Unalterable turned, cold's Anne of snow;
With stare conceivable and face to glow.

© 04-16-2012, G. V., All Rights Reserved
(Pentameter Villanelle)
 


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The Beauty In My Lovers Eyes

No bluer than the stars, that mar the night With eyes ablaze he leaves a trail of soft restart No sifting years can dull those eyes of bright A golden touch of halo round his cherub light Enough to send oblivion thoughts a first impart No bluer than the stars, that mar the night He bends my wings and holds steadfast in flight It all began when cupid failed at martial aero art No sifting years can dull those eyes of bright Wild temper flares across his beam our souls ignite I feel myself go crash and burn, beneath his heart No bluer than the stars, that mar the night We dance beneath a tell- tale moon magenta sight Of blushing shades, that none can tear apart No sifting years can dull those eyes of bright One lustrous gaze from him, and I lose the fight Amongst my sweet frivolities, he’s off the chart No bluer than the stars, that mar the night No truer than the wings that bring me flight
January 19, 2014 For contest: Beauty


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A mothers Love- A viianelle for all wonderful mothers

A mothers love is without compare
It will not fail under the hardest test
She gives all but always has to spare

Judgment is witheld from her stare
She knows  your situation isn't jest
A mothers  love is without compare

Even when she's hurt she will care
Your never a burden, never a pest
She gives all, but always has to spare

A long speech she won't  prepare
Mom always knows what is best
A mothers love is without compare

Unconditinal love is so extremely rare
Mom is never counted among the rest
She givees all, but always has to spare

The judging father had better beware
A Prodigal son, by his mother, blessed
A mothers love is without compare
She gives all, but always has to spare


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A Beautiful Song Takes Face

A beautiful song he heard in the air
Music in the distance approaching near
He succumbed to the music without  care

He didn’t question it no he wouldn’t dare
It sounded as though soon it would be here
A beautiful song he heard in the air

So nice was it that it gave him a scare
 Getting closer and closer waiting in fear
He succumbed to the music without a care

The score was very beautiful to be fair
But nothing compared to what did appear
A beautiful song he heard in the air

The beauty  he witnessed  now could ensnare
To him it became oh so very clear
He succumbed to the music without care

He could spend hours in a single stare
Probably more than hours, maybe a year
A beautiful song he heard in the air
He succumbed to the music without care


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The Beauty of His Shield

There’s beauty in His word though we don't see His shield.
Are we caught wand'ring round while others focus in?
Beauty is encountered each time His arm's revealed.

Think you need a coat of mail on your mission field?
Do you require a gauntlet, helmet past your chin?
There’s beauty in His word though we don't see His shield.

Refuse the body armor, with sure fervor wield
the treasured sword of prayer and praise, its mighty twin.
Beauty is encountered each time His arm's revealed.

Though we pray constantly for sickness to be healed,
know there’s joy in suff’ring and find Christ’s pow’r therein.
There’s beauty in His word though we don't see His shield.

When doubt comes upon your mind, do not stop or yield,
leave that villain in the dust, Christ forgave your sin.
Beauty is encountered each time His arm's revealed.

Do not thwart your Lord, by His Spirit you are sealed.
Give Him wreaths of glory, amid the thick and thin.
There’s beauty in His word though we don't see His shield;
Beauty is encountered each time His arm's revealed.

written January 20, 2014


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From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands

From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands.
Comely words of comfort put the comma in the gray;
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands.

Hesitating white clouds meet the night`s dark commands,
But bring the dawn`s serenity for the a golden bay;
From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands

Luminous black jack oak stopped the moving sands;
The winding road might have danced on the hills` clay;
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands


Recollections` last wave in the glass blowers` light stay,
Smiling from Spring Lake to Thistle Shimmer`s way, 
From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands, 

Pine Barrens` silken grasses are kissed by birds of height,
Chateau Inn looks at the grave laurel and blueberry gay, 
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands.
In Paradise, rivers flow under Blueberry Month` sight.


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Diwali- Festival of Lights



Twinkling stars in courtyard light up the sky,
On an absolutely dark moonless Diwali night ,
Sprit of festival comes in alive !

Everyone looks glamorous, in best of attire,
Colourful lights and candles glow bright,
Twinkling stars in courtyard light up the sky !

Warm Embrace puts an end to enmity and satire,
Sets off every mood exactly right,
Spirit of festival comes in alive !

Colour display of crackers, no fight fire with fire,
Exchanging sweets and gifts gain new height,
Twinkling stars in courtyard light up the sky !

Beauty in ideas beyond diamonds and sapphire,
Vast hearty emotions walk in equal delight,
Spirit of festival comes in alive !

Return of Lord Ram to Ayodhya we celebrate,
Worship of Goddess Luxmi, prosperity to plight,
Twinkling stars in courtyard light up the sky,
Spirit of festival comes in alive !




Written on 7/5/14
Sponsor- Charlotte puddifoot


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