this stained-glass sky was created by a master painter
dominated by azures, purples, lavenders, fuchsia, plums
toward the bottom of the sky was a bit of dull yellow
a sliver of green also reflected in the pond
tall skinny black shrub trees surrounded this magnificence
I began designing my stained-glass cathedral window
knowing I could never do this scene the justice it deserved
Issue, O Iridescence!
Luminesce on the sly.
Pore over, phosphorescence?
Oh yes, and here is why!
Students of the nebula!
Empire has its cost!
Best to keep it regular?
That or deal of Faust!
Sauced, are ye, wild warriors?
Well, at times it's best.
Lost and sinking? Sail azures!
Tours and boors need rest.
Zest, O mighty zephyr!
Boreal pole, hear all!
Have you seen the lost heifer?
My! Io, give a call...
Fall, when winter, taciturn;
Sends the snow and ice;
Sullen, silent, spares to spurn;
Miracled device;
What will avail travelers?
High road, one with us?
Gods of death, synthetic furs?
Bile and blunderbuss!
Muss on heads of wearied folk?
That is not good news.
O for eggs with scrambled yolk!
Doom, Death, disabuse...
Channeled communications?
Be sure to precise read.
Otherwise re-educations!
Draw bead, O my greed!
Weed atop the giant's mound?
Zero Lost and Found?
O ye serpents, hissing sound?
Next below the ground...
Warning? Dark fire, warming?
O locusts on the air:
Sudden is thy swarming?
Life, ladies, is not fair...
Are not Irish Eyes
always smiling?
IN the Blamey
at the stone – at the family
pub, celebrating life’s cheering,
brawling, grinning, deeply etching
proud ethnic tone – in the
lilt of his sweet tenor; even in
the brave sorrows, those many fallen
heroes of war both near and far --
blue as the deepest sky,
the even deeper tears,
the royal azures of our stars --
surely eyes are brightly
smiling, for no stouter
hearts have times born – in the
darling twinkles, that steal
hearts blissfully away, merrily along –
where the lass I kissed in the meadow, the
sweet child that comes to me
her giggling shamrock song --
allow those eyes forever shine!
Let such hearts lift a glass
give fond toast and riotously play --
God cherishes His brawny Irish
Even in heaven, all are Irish today.
Sorrow is the outcome of sheer human weakness, and your brain is your most potent weapon.( By Poet)
Frost flaring fain azures
bloodshed still happening
deep yarns from the seabed
wary musings dumb way,
house forsook lacking dad.
Frost flaring fain azures
basic way of zest here
There is thirst to owe more
greed's pang seeks its vengeance,
leeway in one's whole core.
Frost flaring fain azures
pane in world's breaths and spells
but thaw the blaze that shines
on the tracks prime to zen,
yet they gaze at feigned shrines.
Frost flaring fain azures
each one can grasp the truth
the heat's hoary brightness
Induce us with its hand
In a glove openness.
Written: April 5th, 2022
1st place contest winner
Checked by: HMS.COM
Form M - Monchielle - New Poetry Contest
Theme: Death
Sponsor: Constance La France
In silence, as nausea passes
as I crawl into a corner shaking
head violent visions
of somewhere or something.
Flashing nano fire of my spine
flaying hot the essence of thought
a razor in my skull! Crimson!
The image turns, bleeds
As it is drawn in thought
and through my broken fingers.
It pools in the dying crimson embers
a hot white liquid light
eagerly cooling in the oncoming night…
As nausea passes,
twilight creatures' feeds, recedes, fading…
There are days that wink out like stars at dawn!
Neuron fire sparks expire
snaps in the spine
in fine crimson wire
wrapped tight around my imagery
bleeding down burning out…
Into pools of amber symmetry
I wash my Nightmares clean
Something coming from afar
cooling the soft hues, azures
nausea passes into the silence…
A life that conquers all!
I feel….something
Transcending.
Crimson!
emerald sky, jade evening
everything is a washed
in pale light aglow
in the coming night
shifting hues
the wind blows
gaining strength
echo of deep rumbles roll
lighting flashes brightly
crack of sliver streaks
all held in the aftermath of a
searing white flash
as branches dance
overlapping hues
of emerald and jade
shadows swim and sway
a storm is coming
air electric
rain waiting to break
sitting on a porch
feeling the dying heat
chilly winds cool my hot skin
After burn of a white summer day
everything now is in soft hues
pale light green of evening, falls
Shifting shades of amber, jade, azure
twilight thunder echoes
lightning flashes sharp blue, white
all pulse in the aftermath
shades of jade
jasper and onyx die
as I wait the rain breaks
in relief it comes, washes
way the days malaise
heat of sun rays fading
in the swing dreaming
feeling the misty rain
listening to voices afar
a radio tuning in
iced tea dripping
all darkening
in deeper shades of violet, indigo
flickering sheet lighting plays
rain falling in absent rhythms
watching emeralds and azures
run
sway
fade...
Sand sprinkled crest of dust daubs
but there cushioned azures
lives magic swirled in cotton soft
Where lines and dots
imagination caught
reflection in imprfection
Where spurts of red drags you from
your course
paint touched with eyes
that always saw
more
My spirit athirst for a placid scene
Of the verdant mountains of nirvana.
Where rivers and ocean are azures sky.
The lull rises and fall, of yawning waves,
Coastal seashore's seagulls and sea lions.
Brine sent and damp redolence evergreens.
Envision a bound journey through tall pine;
Cool twilight of the fading day drawing
Shadows veil by drip line branches of trees,
Nature's wildlife reverberating sound.
My spirit athirst for a placid scene
Of the verdant mountains of nirvana.
5/17/2020
"Helios and The Tempest"
...
full knowing his azures
she watches him rising
he sends sunlight
to her windows
full knowing the thoughts
non-conditional behind
her shaded jades
what fresh hell is this
spring green now
becomes her dazzling day
he doesn't miss a trick
he sends golden smiles
they're forever in eclipse
when he is the sun
she is the moon
day in day out
they move like this
he weathers her warmly
The Tempest
lets her reign
he brings out his fire
imparts each time
time and time again
she crackles electric
radiant
her thunder and
her lightning rods
thrown for want
of love
he lets her reign
like this
he brings out his fire
imparts to her each time
she's captured with
a long held kiss
suspended she is
enraptured
he has won at this
she will gladly fold
into him, and to him alone
she'll willingly lose
to share a chance at bliss
Hearts are Trumps
They can win at this
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
Fast is the train
Fast are the wheels
Wheels are round
Wheels are solid
Solid is metal
Solid is rusty
Rusty is puce
Rusty is deteriorating
Deteriorating is atrocious
Deteriorating is occurring
Occurring in ancient paper
Occurring in my head
Head is large
Head is hurting
Hurting with malicious memories
Hurting with pure wild wrath
Wrath due to crying
Wrath due to neglect
Neglect due to isolation
Neglect due to work
Work is key
Work takes priority
Priority is hygiene
Priority is tidiness
Tidiness is shiny
Tidiness is smart
Smart is A levels
Smart is grades
Grades of maths
Grades of insanity
Insanity due to a rapid heart beat
Insanity due to her with surreal eyes
Eyes are azures
Eyes are scary
Scary is blood
Scary is knives
Knives for murder
Knives for cooking
Cooking for people
Cooking for you
You should care about you
You should not be crying
Crying is dos full
Crying reminds me of dad
Dad was confused
Dad had to many drinks
Drinks cause the murder
Drinks made me do what I did did
Did...
Murder...
Cool, they describe you
Yet your energy is vigorous, enduring
Short, compact waves of intense photon packages
Dancing on the retina in steady, fluid rhythm
A clear language of light, translated to the synapses
As a pleasing, enigmatic dialect of compelling emotion
Tiny molecules of air scatter, wide, Sol's shorter undulations
To paint the heavens as a baby's eyes ...
More wavers of luminosity, pressed close by physics
Kiss the waters of the earth, and are breathed back to the sky
Turning rills, rapids, repositories, to shades that shame the azures
Humanity's wiles and works, are all framed in the complexion of the moon
And should a distant race of beings ever marvel at our planet
It will be for its exquisite swirls of majestic blue
A dazzling, resplendent marble
Pride of creation.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Blue" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Strand Select W Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
I eye you
behind the nudes of the dying light!
The dark water is sucking the muted sky,
you breathe inside!
Canopy above
lost in sight!
I feel more azures
And the final notes you left unhooked...
Six a.m,
I could better mind,
the silence of the rustling silk;
on the spots of yellow lights lying in the bed
growing fade ……………
Seemingly, sudden,
Restful sleep all but over.
Wild tricolored Irises, vivid white, sun centered, Shasta Daisies,
And Cosmos of azures, fuchsias and buttery cups;
Babies breathing, eager to begin once again,
In order to forsake the bronze, soft textured crustiness
Of the newly milled mulching caps, as they race for
The viewer and the gazer's glorious prize.
Even with a long and empty storehouse,
The beautiful bachelors and bachelorettes
All remember how to drink
From natures vase,
And where to turn their faces
For one fleeting and lasting
Ray of purpose.
5/8/2014
Below azures and greys
I readily await
The unexpected or the careless
So blind to their fate
Charts and maps they have drafted
To steer clear of me
But the unexpected or the careless
Are ignorant to the seas
For centuries I have waited
Knowing it's a matter of time
For the unexpected or the careless
Meeting me, they soon will find
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/natural-disasters.php
My name is Betty the Butterfly, from a place called Wonder Wall
From deep in the forest I was born, beside a beautiful waterfall
This place you have heard of before, it's known as the land of the small
Where everything is micro, where the tallest is not even tall
Azures to translucent fall in the most wonderful of cascades
Where sprays of natures champagne, delight in organic mist display
Lush greens abound all around, whilst colours so radiate
Toadstools, grasses and trees in the most awesome of create
I Betty the Butterfly have the wings to see this at source
Gliding over the spectrum of rainbows, pollination is my course
Just as all the others like me, in proboscis search we furrow
We like watching the furries below us, in tunnel visioned burrow
We live in a carnival of colours, so different from anywhere else
To be ourselves we have to be, and protect our different self's
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