May flora blooms exuding juniper fragrance
‘neath gleaming vernal azure canopies
fluorescence envelopes dewy sweet nothings
efflorescence aesthetic stuns and inspires
a hope once dormant to sparkle anew
A ncient sky untouched
Z ealous without clouds, sans rain
U biquitous fruitful trees;
R esounding innocent hue
E yes, bright and succulent blue
Into the azure
lofty inter loppers linger
romantics wear me out
day dreaming till they die
Blackbirds in flight
brings you back into life
the fetches of light appoint
the mountains yawn
learn the rhythm
in mists striding the horizon
In the dance of thoughts, we twirl,
a symphony of whispered musings.
Words, delicate as a butterfly's kiss,
flutter from our lips, sometimes exquisite,
sometimes in the gentle decay of letters.
Oh, how we interweave with the tapestry
of our innermost reflections,
uttering soliloquies to the silent echoes.
Each syllable, a gem of contemplation,
we carefully place within the gardens
of afterthoughts, a secret burial ground.
Speak, ethereal Shadow,
your stillness a reflection of my motion,
a silent dialogue in the theatre of existence.
You breathe life into ages I struggle to fathom,
yet here, in the rhythmic cadence of breaths,
I persist, a witness to the art of living.
"The world unfurls, a canvas of cerulean,
moving in tandem with clouds and oceans,
westward to east, a celestial waltz."
Such is the grandeur of our cosmic ballet,
where time pirouettes in endless grace.
:: November 14, 2023 ::
O Glorious and Wise Empire of the East
Slaughtered by cold winter’s wrath and the azure dragon
For this world had no place to lay your gentle head
Your monasteries of light now some mists of black soot
Your masterful art now mere fragments burned by flames
Your songs to the sun and moon now dead whisps of the wind
Your glory was a brief shooting star in the night
You were a holy mountain, with rivers flowing
Rivers with elect sailing to the four ends of the world
Where trees and flowers sang songs of liberation
With your horses’ galloping being the sweet tune of life
Whispers of your bravery and wisdom still resound today
Your treasure, in the dragon’s nest, waiting to shine again
May another white shooting star enlighten the world again
O you Sovereign and Glorious Empire of the East
Pieces of an Azure Dream
8/1/2023
My life has been a dream come true!
Therefore, it is insane to ponder, no?
It just cannot possibly be so!
But it’s true~it’s a miracle in azure blues.
So terribly useless to say there’s a day I rue!
Blessings fall on me, daily like gentle rain.
To ponder otherwise, is no useful gain.
You see, it’s God’s pattern, that He drew!
~~~~~~~
Puddle
In a world of rain and puddles formed by our tears..
We find a miracle.
Our compassion reflects the sky of God's creation.
Sometimes over-cast, sometimes azure blue.
Sometimes the rainbow of a long-standing hope.
The faithful promise of a brighter tomorrow.
Jinjagoliath
21st June 2020
In full starry sky
the enchanted autumn moon
smiles total azure
stunning the beauty of colors
dazzles, sans shade.
It's sunny on a azure day!
on hyaloid shade phylum
of zaffre azure
swish
soulful scrutinize
apodictic vinculum
magniloquent
wandering of wispy whooshes
wrapping wisps of weird warbles
shrivel olive trees
overflow no omen
drenched in sweat
summoned by chimera
once called passion
title assertion?
baud pace of rimless dreams
blurred bark
bare branches
fruitless leaves
unfetter'd
sky loose
mythic gem idol
purine as Myrsine
space rock fit
moon zappily
uncanny
azure drilled of ritzy rag doll
mesh shimmer blaze shackle
include
dare
desire
gaudy Sirius in darkened spell
mottled splendor
to cognize my path
as xanthic whispers
afresh
Written: August 06, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Cascading waves of azure wash ashore
while cerulean curls color the sky;
subservient to time and nothing more.
The Sea absorbs a zillion drops of rain,
from a melody of showers and storms;
a dominatrix of pleasure and pain.
From indigo shades to aquamarine
She is the heart and lungs of our planet,
but, we have turned Her into a latrine.
Sullied by centuries of pollution;
Her shores are littered, no longer pristine;
for we lack a practical solution.
Our once-thriving, living Sea is dying,
placing the whole world in grievous danger:
till one can almost hear Nature crying.
Bleeding hazel eyes of infinite azure,
Diamond deluge in sapphire shadow,
Atrocities handled a fractious austere,
Smothered ashes of guilt and sallow.
Diamond deluge in sapphire shadow,
Heartbeats synced to cosmic sound,
Smothered ashes of guilt and sallow,
Six feet beneath the ruby rose, crowd.
Heartbeats synced to cosmic sound,
Rose petals of heaven blowing bliss,
Six feet beneath the ruby rose, crowd,
Hapless bodies plunging into the abyss.
Rose petals of heaven blowing bliss,
Inside a cobalt blue flowering bloom,
Hapless bodies plunging into the abyss,
Spasms steeply mingled with the fume.
Inside a cobalt blue flowering bloom,
Atrocities handled a fractious austere,
Spasms steeply mingled with the fume,
Bleeding hazel eyes of infinite azure.
Written: May 10, 2022
As I gaze at the azure sky, I feel so at peace;
Standing in the creator’s vast living room.
Being one with nature causes all chaos to cease,
I smell lovely flowers that smell like perfume.
Standing in the creator's vast living room;
Marveling at the wonder of nature on display.
I smell lovely flowers that smell like perfume,
As the gentle breeze kisses my cheek in May.
Marveling at the wonder of nature on display,
Next, I saw three robins singing a lovely tune.
As the gentle breeze kisses my cheek in May,
I’m feel elated , whole and so over the moon.
Next, I saw three robins singing a lovely tune,
Basking in nature brings me pure and utter joy.
I’m elated, whole; and so over the moon.
Like a young child that has gotten a new toy.
Basking in nature brings me pure and utter joy,
Being one with nature causes all chaos to cease.
Like a young child that has gotten a new toy,
As I gaze at the azure sky, I feel so at peace.
Azure haired mermaid your colors are sweet
Your gorgeous blue eyes are a solid special treat.
I bet you bash against rocks - whaling ships that you meet
Your despicable siren-like ways probably cannot be beat.
Azure Core was a gorgeous winter faerie with enthusiasm galore
She loved sprinkling ice glitter on cold snowdrifts with pure adore
Her cheerfulness healed the aged, the unhealthy and more
Her perpetual love for humans and winter was always in store
How can she always be pleasant? Asked her grouchy cousin, Faerie Lamore.
I think she fakes it until she feels it, said the raccoons sitting by the door.
What are you doing there? Asked the startled animal hating Lamore.
She obviously did not know how to put love in her heart like Faerie Azure Core.
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