( extended sonnet )
o there's a twilight magic midst the mist
it floats between the eventide and dawn
attending winds of fancy, heaven-kissed
that billow with sweet breaths of Avalon
so waiting on a hope 'til gloaming's gone
a sea of suns to cast your dreams upon
o there is an enchantment thru the night
that dances with dark charm and reverie
it holds all yearnings in its bosom, bright
and waits for your desire to set them free
to plumb the inky depths of midnight sea
and loose your sleep's imaginings-to-be
o there are wonders in the evening’s air
thus brought to full fruition in your sleep
all spun to threads of artfulness and care
and woven into wishes, grand and deep
a tapestry of moonbeams meant to keep
the secrets of the twilight in its creep …
and ev’ry soul who tends that great expanse
obliges your sweet dreaming … as they dance.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
alert, alleged, altered armed aristocracy’s armament,
arranged around Allah, aroused an array of arrestive
arrogant allegiances. Arsy-varsy artfulness articulating
artificial artsy-crafty assertion, allowing armadillo army to
advance.
o bright lives twilight’s magic in the mist
it floats between the eventide and dawn
attending winds of fancy, heaven-kissed
that billow with sweet breaths of Avalon
awaiting on a hope that gloaming's gone -
the sea of suns to cast your dreams upon
o there is veiled enchantment in the night
that dances thru dark charms and reverie
it holds your yearnings in its bosom, bright
and waits for your desires to set them free
to plumb the murky depth of midnight sea
then loose your sleep's imaginings-to-be
o there are wonders bound the evening air
thus brought to full fruition with your sleep
then spun to threads of artfulness and care
and woven soft to wishes, grand and deep
the tapestry of moonbeams meant to keep
those secrets that a dusk holds in its creep
o all the souls who tend that great expanse …
will see to your sweet dreaming …
as they dance.
A simple explanation for the ones
who speak in complexities as if they
can know the universal rhyme of suns
in the cosmic poem of endless play,
never comprehending that in romance
of stars we are the offspring of stardust,
shaken loose at creation and perchance
becoming Earth and becoming nonplussed,
grasping then how small in the marvelous
plan of endless making and unmaking~
design and designer, the artfulness
of intelligence awakening.
The simplicity is this~
we know, we are, we become.
Sunset sky was like a fiery red flame
Swarms in artfulness swirls and whorls and drawn
Glorious heavenly feelings breeze came
Narrow wake trailing off with morning dawn.
Swarms in artfulness swirls and whorls and drawn
Wistful caress entrails tangled brushwood
Narrow wake trailing off with morning dawn.
A crimson rose bud in safe caress stood
Wistful caress entrails tangled brushwood
Glorious heavenly feelings breeze came
A crimson rose bud in safe caress stood
Sunset sky was like a fiery red flame
1/27/2021
For decades I longed to see you
Oh! You accomplishment of aim
You are the fulfillment of purpose
And the result of one’s artfulness
With patience choose you your friends
Hard work and determination you are
Great men of all time you made them all
The sheriff, the mayor the king and queen
You are the reason of their pride
When they succeed they became successful
And now they have seen success
I went to a party for lonely hearts,
With friends to celebrate singleness;
The invitation read, cake, chocolate and tarts.
We played games like charades to show our smarts,
Truth and Dare was just full of silliness;
I went to a party for lonely hearts.
We drank pink margaritas and played darts,
Home made decorations showed artfulness;
The invitation read, cake, chocolate and tarts.
The centerpiece was made of fruit parts,
Hanging the red lanterns took adeptness;
I went to a party for lonely hearts.
The party goes to the top of all charts,
Conversations were full of absurbness;
The invitation read, cake, chocolate and tarts.
Memories made, like the most finest arts,
Being with friends was blissfulness;
I went to a party for lonely hearts,
The invitation read, cake, chocolate and tarts.
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February 14, 2016
Poetry/Villanelle/On Valentines Day
Copyright Protected, ID 756-762-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Your Valentine Day, 2016
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
First Place
Creativity given to a pen
moved by a thoughtful man,
divulges ideas with a steady rhythm...
not minding noises, just writing what pleases him.
Find him dreaming on a deserted island in the Adriatic Sea,
laying on a soft blanket woven by patients hands;
see him wearing classic, dark shades seen in a famous movie...
implementing thoughts too sober for pretense.
Creativity given to a pen
guided by his swift fingers in constant movement
composes another poem with a new arrangement;
why is he a prisoner of his own den?
Have a conversation with him on a breezy noon,
share his favorite drink, which is a burgundy wine
made from local grapes dangling on the vine...
he will explain the realistic tone of his lampoon.
Creativity given to a pen is to express
with artfulness and astuteness each mode;
read his works and try to unlock his code...
you' ll be amazed at what you'll find in your quest.
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