He walks with me
His stance strongly weak
Come on he yells
He reaches out to me
Today I hate him
He looks at me
A look so sweet it's bitter
Come on he says
His smile seems so familiar
Today I am lost
He laughs
His eyes so alluringly green
Come on he whispers
His head nods to go
Today I fell in love
The exigent mountain
in the tough terrain
of upheaved life,
crumbling,
needs to be climbed
as the solemn summit
alluringly calls.
I follow
the undefined trail
in surging storm
of stifling strife,
relentless.
I cross with piety
the divine portals
God installs
in the precincts
of eclipsed destiny,
dormant.
In His decree,
designed with certainty
I repose resolute trust,
faith shows me the path
to the content summit
of solacing rapture
in the dark nights
of scary squalls,
delusive.
The turbulent sea
of chaotic life
in tempestuous disarray,
I need to sail
serene,
find with forbearance
the last anchorage,
get guided
by His benign beacon
with dedication just,
steadfast.
The tormenting alley
of endless anguish,
submerged
in opaque darkness
desolate,
needs to be lit,
the shreds
of shattered soul
salvaged from the abyss,
are to be sutured
with threads
of divine essence
esoteric,
embroidering ecstasy
at the frail fringe
of agonized actuality,
shaping the survival instinct,
indomitable.
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An alluringly ardent ambiance appears
Uplifting breeze and wind play music of the spears
Gorgeous flora and fauna display rainbow shows
Umbrageous trees, in the coolness of drizzles, doze
Serene, silent sacredness seems to fill the earth
Tranquil therapeutic environs bring rebirth
By Mark D. Stucky
Glamour is a hollow, shiny shell,
a rapid, pretty paint job
on an insubstantial surface,
that alluringly promises much
but never satisfies the hunger.
True human beauty is internal,
from the depths of one’s core.
It starts in the heart and soul.
It slowly sprouts and spreads,
percolates and permeates
the exterior from within.
The best but bleakest beauty
grows from wisdom
wrestled and wrought
from woundedness.
Pain, a teacher of distinction,
comes to every one of us,
but only some students
embrace the lessons
and find meaning in affliction.
For perceptive learners,
crises cut and clear the clutter
from bloated, busy lives,
enabling the complex splendor
of sorrow and healing,
of tears and laughter,
of doubt and faith,
of truth and grace,
of peace and joy,
of love and compassion
to emerge from pruned spaces.
(First published in Small Town Anthology VII: Entries from the Seventh Annual Tournament of Writers, Vicksburg Cultural Arts Center, 2021, p. 93.)
IMMERSED
so fascinating
I recognise
a participant
existence
engaged
&critically
alert
& bewitched
I love
hearing
the torrents
of sound
this sensorium
throbbing
in an array
of art
inundated
by light
so
alluringly
mystical
experienced
in this way,
formal terms
sensation
& consciousness
fused
freestanding
yet
cascading
merged
in a detonation
of colour
saturated
images
of
surreal
dimension
both
spiritual both
&sensual drama
visual
ebbs &flows
to inaugurate
sacrosanct
rituals
in
liberation
of the eye
fantasy
in
experience in
echo
under
immersive
happenings
dissolved into
impressions
I wish the sun doesn’t set, waits for me awhile,
it’s not time yet to go down with the day.
The sky is not yet suffused with all the color pile,
the wafting lattice of wispy clouds longs to sway.
It’s not time yet to go down with the day,
while the horizon still holds the crimson sun.
The wafting lattice of wispy clouds longs to sway
in the golden gleam, the journey has just begun.
While the horizon still holds the crimson sun,
the flowers haven’t finished floating their scent
in the golden gleam, the journey has just begun,
the tinsels of radiance are still alluringly present.
The flowers haven’t finished floating their scent
in the sparkling ambiance under twilight sky dome.
The tinsels of radiance are still alluringly present
at the end of the path where I’ll be going home.
In the sparkling ambiance under twilight sky dome,
the sky is not yet suffused with all the color pile.
at the end of the path where I’ll be going home.
I wish the sun doesn’t set, waits for me awhile.
_______________
August 26, 2022
Rhyme checked with RhymeZone.com
Contest : Pantoum-Old Or New
Sponsored by : Joseph May
The exigent mountain in the tough terrain of life
needs to be climbed as the summit alluringly calls,
follow the undefined trail in surging storm of strife.
Cross with piety the divine gateways God installs,
in His designed ordain repose your steadfast trust,
faith will show the path in dark nights of squalls.
The turbulent ocean of rough life in tempestuous gust,
needs to be sailed serene, the last anchorage found,
get guided by His benign beacon with dedication just.
The tormenting alley of agony in darkness profound,
needs to be lighted, shreds of soul salvaged from abyss,
in the glow of divine essence God’s grace will abound.
The journey on the rhythm of prayer hymn is never amiss,
it takes life through the stillness of soul to the bay of bliss.
_________________
July 21, 2022
Contest : Five Stanza Terza Rima
Sponsored by : L Milton Hankins
The tree
balancing the
branches and fruits
so alluringly
You are in
tremendous glee
no wrinkles anywhere
dimples so prominent
those jingling ankles
I will wait for gondolas
under the stars
tonight
The daunting mountain in the undulating terrain of life,
needs to be climbed as the summit alluringly calls,
follow the undefined trail in the surging storm of strife.
Cross with devotion the designed gateways God installs,
and in His prescribed ordain repose your steadfast trust,
faith will show the path in the dark night of dreary squall.
The turbulent ocean of tempestuous life in grueling gust,
needs to be sailed serene, and the last anchorage found,
get guided by His omnipresent beacon with dedication just.
The dark alleys of suffering suffused with silence profound,
need to be lighted, and broken heart recovered from abyss,
in the radiance of divine essence God’s grace will abound.
Floating on prayer hymn the journey isn’t construed amiss,
it takes life through the stillness of soul to the bay of bliss.
September 12, 2021
Contest : "J" Contest, Old Or New
Sponsor : Constance La France
Wrapped around the sylphlike waist
the sumptuous silk chiffon sari
is hand-gathered into even pleats,
likened to the petals of a flower,
and is tucked bewitchingly below the navel
baring the midriff alluringly.
The loose-end Pallu, crosses over
a sleeveless bosom-hugging choli
and is draped caressingly over the shoulder.
As she bends over to fix the hem of her sari
one gets to sneak a peek at her cleavage
before she clutches the gliding Pallu.
Ha, the vision of the divine!
like catching a glimpse of heaven
before the Pearly Gates slam in your face.
A symbol of fragility and femininity,
Sari is the embodiment of elegance and grace
An outfit for the Apsara—
At once demure and saucy!
(Pallu: loose end of a sari; Choli: a blouse; Apsara: A celestial Nymph)
~Contest: Imagism Poetry contest
~Sponsor: Emile Pinet.
Eye gazing ears shadows galaxies prowlers;
Light passes Saturn's moons prisons delighted;
Dark blankets of unseen polar showers;
Moonbeams raise sparkle and glow background blighted;;
We watch Hearts universe run their courses;
Embrace our face and let darkness provision;
Often kissing our eyes with sightful visions;
We caress dawn shadows spawns midnight rhapsodies;
Jupiter rings gleams sparkles so alluringly;
Twinkling glimmering hearts adorns burgundy;
Shining on brightly on this earthen shore
1/26/21
FOR HEARTS UNIVERSE POETRY CONTEST
SPONSORED BY: Regina McIntosh
The sunburst sky alluringly captivating,
enthralled eyes open to the splendor of spectrum.
Kaleidoscopic dawn weaves the tapestry of imagery,
defining the contours of the garden path I tread,
and greet the glow of the new day.
The empty canvas creatively inviting,
waiting long for the brushes to gently caress,
but colors flow now with the strokes of ecstasy,
making the stillness come to life as the hues I infuse,
and shape the scene of the new day.
The awakened muse intensely inspiring,
unfurls the buds of dormant imagination.
The petals of words design the blooming poems,
emotive cadence flows from rhythm of the heart,
and cascades on the course of the new day.
The drizzle of dusk silently engrossing,
sprinkles twilight gleam on the vase of satiation,
the bouquet of sunlit hours glitters with patina of joy.
I count the sprouting stars as the mesmeric night falls,
and make my dreams of the new day.
____________
September 13, 2020
Contest : All In A Day
Sponsor : William Kekaula
For A Brian Strand Premiere No 1206 Contest
Neat Allure
There are always gals like you
Strong dominant passionate
You seduced the quiet shy guy
Totally outclassing him all ways
He worshiped the ground you hiked
Professional climber you the best
The lad so quiet and reserved
Total mismatch people secretly nattered
Only one dared ask, 'Why him?'
'Why not?' you replied unfazed
His vision blurred as you took his soul
Like you stole his heart
And popped his cherry
Oh so alluringly
The shy guy now but memories and bones...
Dreams of spring ignite spectral luminescence,
gossamer verdance glistens under the satin of azure,
the unfurled scent wafts alluringly to the hive
with the silent call of the enticing new nectar.
The motif of yellow and black adorned on silky hair
comes alive bouncing on the patina of petals.
The kiss of sting drawing the spirit from deep within,
performs symbiotic symphony of maestro nature.
The picture perfect of amorous pristine elegance
filled the canvas of fantasy of this dreaming girl,
who bloomed on the sapling of sixteen springs
in the garden where nascent passion got unfolded.
Tinted by the sunburst sky her tender heart danced
with the cadence of the rippling southern zephyr,
her lilac luscious lips keenly quivered to be kissed,
felt the sweet pain of sting extracting nectar of love.
September 17, 2019
The ebony hair alluringly untamed
Some swirl on the trail of squall
Some form enigmatic motif on the forehead
Locking the charisma of the reflected mind
Lest it flies away from the face in the wind.
The almond eyes charmingly unclosed
Design butterfly lattice on fluttering eyelids
Eyelashes align satin strips of the starry sky
Holding the facade of the dreamy vision
Lest it blows away from the face in the wind.
The lecherous lips invitingly unfurled
Don the lilac petals of the sunburst dawn
While dew drops shine with sparkling allure
Shaping the contours of the mystique smile
Lest it withers away from the face in the wind.
The crimson cheeks temptingly unveiled
Spread jasmine scent in the seductive zephyr
Caressing the face with the glow of aurora
Paints the portrait of ethereal glamour
Lest beauty fades away from the face in the wind.
June 11, 2019
For Brian Strand's contest All Yours (Feb 2)
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