She is dark she is pretty
She has an easy grace
When she smiles sky's open
As she walk beauty accentuates
If me alliterates she's beauty me beholds
In her hugs me befoulded as am beffuddles
The in her me spy genna
Me spying beautiful l meadows of genna
When with her me fathom lilting nivarna
Her essence a paradise of carousel emotions
Her name is Rue an enchantress gem is she..
The whole world down, to our floaters of love,
be the Agrias Butterfly, from South
and Central America. In awe of
their mystique hues and mid-sized, word-of-mouth
spreads 'neath tropical forest canopies,
their delicacy is rather putrid,
from decaying fruits to rotting fishy.
Their family name is the 'Brush Footed
Butterfly's, because they have four hind legs
used for walking and two short, sort of front
legs slash brushes, hairy sensory pegs
that tastes and smells. A basic tool to hunt.
Beauty accentuates hidden splendors ...
tropical Impressionist ascenders.
Venture advances, the future ... occurs,
the White Willow trees, best found by rivers
edge. Salix alba, and 'Tristis' means sad,
hence, 'Weeping', yet the essence seems to add
a picturesque of a draped graceful scene,
nay gloomy but most tranquil, and serene.
The whitish tones of the leaf's undersides
evolved the tree's name. A meter trunk, wide's,
diameter, thirty-meter stretch that
leans caused by sloped limbs that bring its Top Hat
tilted downward. A bow ... accentuates,
or curtsey, being a deciduous
tree, where the flower's genders grow distinct,
genteel parade cascades in white trimmed linked.
Time’s brush paints the canvas
of a year untold with precision;
Fine details and soft strokes
take on an emotional outburst;
Of a year untold with precision
the clock accentuates highlights
shaped like roller coaster skylines;
Fine details and soft strokes
joyous freestyle of highs and lows;
Abstract design’s the buzz of life;
Take on an emotional outburst
with a brand new color palette;
Coast on all of the chaotic shades.
Beguiled risks sensitive alterations
that redesigned unknots and cutup trice
as the fresh teases through the looking glass
exposing timepiece resemblance glossed spilled.
Bemused forgives absence, mindful at hand,
tenuously gripping the rolled spent yarn
that edges fingertips loosely as threads
answer questionable finds, stitch-by-stitch.
Period accentuates the sensed thence
for the bestilled entangled narrative
plots exclamation points of those foregone
chapters ... period midst frames of escape.
Styled room for maneuvering that spirals
at a loss now hangs overhead ticking ...
mockery behold guardians of greens
that grow within disoriented poise.
Blue compliments presence expressed squarely
drafting the voiceless lucid residue
that nurtured former brush and forever
sealed a dream sweeter than a Danish roll.
intent accentuates
vibrancy of our heart
in agendaless exuberance
pulsating thus in the vast void
this intent is innate aliveness
of pristine consciousness
that’s aglow at all times
screen of awareness
abide therein oh hermit
30-April-2023
Who builds the nest of the weaver bird I ask.
Using one thousand strips of grass, it is a daunting task.
Starting with a ring-shaped frame, it accentuates his life.
Male weaver bird’s building skills determines if he gets a wife.
Mystique in that smile,
Ardency in those eyes,
Delicacy in porcelain skin,
Honesty in her voice,
Uniqueness in her spirit,
Soul in her passion,
Mystery again in gestures,
Intricacies in her flaws and perfections,
Tenderness accentuates in all of her,
And again, her madding Mystique.
We Look Up At The Family Of Tracery Architecture
Tracery architecture began seeing the light
From the Gothic Age on it gained its birthright
Its beauty spread left and right, day and night
In the stoneware dividing the glass with all its might
It took shape in the rising windows to a viewer's delight
The molds and shapes symmetrical and out of sight
Where the decorative patterns do please the eye and incite
With grooves, twirls, and colors holding the window tight
Many a cathedral today share its passage and sprite
Like an acquired custom, blessing, and rite
That duly accentuates the interiors and exteriors flight
Where the parishioners do see more than the rays of daylight
1/28/23
TRACERY Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Julia Ward
What others think of it
It doesn't care at all.
It's not the absence of thoughts
but the presence of mind
It's not the carefree attitude
Regardless, the caring nature
It is not the unconsciousness
but the consciousness
in the inner conscience
It doesn't deal with a materialistic world,
but accentuates the need for
conscience belief
It's not the bafflement of thoughts,
But the concentration on a single notion
It is not about closing off eyes for meditation
But being awakened even when you are low
It's not being unaware of your criticism
But handling critics with a smile
It's just an emotion
that is unintentionally dignified
Because it is true that
Within the chaos, peace is found!!
Sensual day on the life trip she searches
The walk through broken glass accentuates the rare pleasure of disappointment
She checks the mirror for past reflective glories
Empty cradle tells no lies
Search for man like the rarest fruit
Search for the perfect man, gold lined
The planets look good, aligned
Princess in search of Prince
Admirers fall by her side
But not the right admirer, yet
The enchanted waits
Planets shifting
Time is of the essence
He comes
Pleasure is all his, for a time
Lifeblood flows
The signs are good
Exsanguinated, ecstasy passed
The mirror screams as new life bears fruit
The planets crash
She Sleeps
The empty cradle rocks
The planets lay dormant
A slight flicker
The mirror reflects
Rejuvenated, she seeks
The trip brings gifts bearing
Conquest boasts young blood in thought
Dreamlike fading in sensual pleasure
The cradle rocks
The planets grow angry
The mirror soothes in the night
New journey begins as planets align.
POSITIVELY THROUGH HELL
They say: Nothing's new on this surface of mother earth.
The mouth that speaks life must have tasted death.
The eyes that sees optimism must have seen dead-ends.
The smiles that accentuates must have been puffs of sighs.
The life you see is the survival of close shaves of death.
We're masters of suppression of pain beneath.
Positive peeps are not just positive enough
because they skated through tempest of life.
They're positive cause they've got stories to tell,
scales to shell-off as they've been through hell
and decided not to live there anymore.
Positive peeps are eliminators of a terrible life sore,
They are the hell survivors of a great War.
Vick Manuel Poetry
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COPYRIGHT© 11TH NOVEMBER, 2022.
Crystal dewdrop jewels pendent from leafless Hawthorne
over snowdrop pearls and early golden buds of daffodil.
A blackbird upon Sparrow, Peggy Gladys does adorn,
while morning light accentuates the name of Mitchell, Bill.
I look behind, my footsteps in the dew a path have worn,
past Throwers by the row, as well as Bunting, Jane. Stowe, Daniel.
Her silhouette in moonlight’s gaze
accentuates her splendid curves
she dances in moon’s golden glow
feet tiptoe ‘cross the velvet turf
She floats through night’s gentle breeze
as if she were a lullaby
enticing only lovely dreams
amid a velvet midnight sky
You are as close to me as my skin.
Through my pores, you invade me.
In untouched places awakening.
I can feel your presence endlessly.
Where existence began progressively.
In my heart emotions drifts, along
You made the candace of hope grew strong.
In the zone where the twilight belongs.
I breathe the breath renew in your perfume.
The sweet essence that accentuates my life.
fragrant scent that melts my dream.
With a silver line of stars to shine.
Draw into twilight the flutter of hope.
To dance and dined with flavored wine.
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