Written: September 4th, 2023
Fall Splendor Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
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August walks out, ushering in a chilly decay.
Buds on the shrubs started turning shades.
Winds mock foliage as they swing and sway.
Anyone who finds will feel ecstatic by serenades.
Aestivating under a full moon, an inner tune swells.
Fragrant leaves litter the aurous floor where one dwells.
Night-flying fireflies escape being caught.
Feel the splendor of nature without a squat.
A breeze from the scarlet trees cools the night.
Before winter frost, the chill brings delight.
Crisp air, a yellow, crimson, and violet maze.
Jade autumn foliage whispered winter glaze.
Summer, now fading, begins to elapse.
A telltale indicator of fall mishaps and haps.
Dance to unheard carols; they flutter.
Hypnotic motions beguile a splendid stutter.
Categories:
aurous, analogy, appreciation, autumn, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
I'm silk-fire, curled in emblazoned quartz horizons,
Of aurous equator, rising in smoke as a secular bird,
From own fossil-ashes, flying to distant honey-shores, scarlet spun,
Stretching across merlot crusts of earth, like a coal-storm, sobered
Yet, my heart is not a silent sandstone, flaming with rage,
It whispers to my Mon Cherie, my arctic air,
In dialects of redolent romance, midst ethers of space,
And he, who fuels my glory by igniting spirit, emerges in graphite flares
Our skies are not sketched with rose-gold glitters,
Rushing in a black-horse's symphony,
crashing porcelain herbs,
We paint universe in ruins of lead and metallic cinders,
Me and arctic air, breathe as one in thunderous heartbeats of reverb;
Orbiting in jade bonfires of ornamented redwood,
While cradling wrath in crimson vineyards,
Has any nurtured offspring of starburst hope withstood,
If our eclipsed union is a toxic twinkle upon sacred lotus' haven-yarns?
Categories:
aurous, art, deep, fantasy, fire,
Form: Personification
The light within us all,
Is aurous and pearl white,
The essence of our souls,
Coming from the blessed divine
In all its piety and whole; sublime.
The light within us all,
Is everlasting grace received duly
From the most worthy being,
The saviour dressed in silk blue,
His love is forever shining through.
The light within us all,
When bridled with woe,
Inflames a deeper wisdom
A lesson that shall help reap,
Golden fruits in sweetness steeped.
The light within us all,
Is like blossoms rare,
Is our foothold upon which we stand
He offers forgiveness for the depraved,
On our hearts his shadow is engraved.
The light within us all,
Is magnanimous and bold,
Within both young and old
Delivering peace, bounteous and serene ,
Through him and in him, believe!
4/12/20
The Light Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
aurous, dedication, devotion, feelings, god,
Form: Free verse
Where did you come from?
This rendezvous caught me
Totally off guard
Because I didn’t consider
You would choose me
With such a natural regard
Where did you emerge from?
My first glance of you
An interrogation began within myself
My cognition was flooded
With actions of iniquity
Shouldn’t your origin come
From the clouds
Where Greeks god’s like
Zeus, Apollo, Aphrodite reside
Did you step down to this earthly realm
To undertake many acts of salaciousness
Enticing me with your
Unfathomable echo
Your aurous and creamy complexion
Now you will turn me into your vixen
To surrender to your
Sensual ascendancy
But in my unconscious mentality
You captured me by your traits of amity
Under no circumstances
Did I presume
That your influence
Would happen so soon
No, don’t get it misconstrued
I’m not asking for a ring
I just want to worship
You as my god king
Engulfed in immoral pleasures
Wherever and whenever you want
Regardless of any type of weather
Indeed you are a divine being
Commanding authority
So I will never think about leaving
Categories:
aurous, feelings, lust, sensual,
Form: Free verse
This is the year of the sheep and the end of July
The moon is big, beautiful, and high in the sky
This summer breeze tonight is hot and blowing
Our moon above, a guiding light and it's glowing
Harvest time can make our moon seem aurous
The fires in the forest make that color dangerous
We had a visit twice this month so who had a clue
This moon high over us is feeling lonely and blue
Edward J Ebbs - August 1, 2015
Blue Moon - July 31, 2015
Categories:
aurous, history, july, moon,
Form: Rhyme