inked in bright colours on the tapestry of my mind
a rainbow takes its light from the luminous rain
amber sun rays reflect condensation of thoughts
purple emotions flood third eyes at new dawn
a swallow teases visions of peace embroidered
in the cinnamon canvas of scrumptious delight
the soft touch of your vibrant imagination
sends heatwaves into thunderous awakening
we become a crescendo as tantra enters our spirit
the palette tickles lips and tingles the gloss of our kiss
days become ballets in hues of exuberant love
darkness recedes as we follow spirit karma and love
You Live in a Fantasy World 12-4-24
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Fairy Fantasy
Come, my friend! Come dance with me
In the flutter of fairy wings.
Waltz in the stardust above the trees
Casting spells in magic rings!
Sway in time with the sunflower
Then ride on wings of reveries -
Twirling magic of flower power
Aerial ballets, so free.
Come, dear friend! Come sing with me
Enchanted chants of songs bewitched
In blue modes of moonstone melodies
Spellbound rhymes in perfect pitch
That spin sweet dreams for lullabies,
Chant ambrosias of the bees,
From our secret garden refrains fly
Fairy songs of fantasies.
What do you think when you see a butterfly
Do you wonder where it sleeps at night
Do you marvel at it’s colorful courageous flight
Are you amazed they only drink and do not eat
What a delight
Butterflies have beauty and seem to be at peace
Even the wounded ones inspire me
Have you seen a butterfly with a broken wing
It keeps trying to fly it ballets
It’s still a beautiful thing
So when we are sad or find out not so good news
We must rise inside like the butterflies do
We must find a strength inside to hide a cocoon
Of butterfly courage, dreams, and faith to bloom
Soon the forest would reveal its dark secret
Poems are written. Music is composed. Ballets are staged.
In enacting suspense-filled plays, each creature is engaged.
Mysteries, like petals of blossoming flowers, unfolded.
As sketched by nature, the shapes of plants and trees are moulded.
Midway through the brawl for existence, the fittest survive.
From Mother Earth, life-giving nectar, all creatures derive
Do trees pay tax as per their heights, and do beasts as per strength?
Which creature has measured the forest's height, breadth, width, and depth?
What serenity between drops of the flowing fountain!
Isn't there a transmission of peace between each mountain?
The food cycle and water cycle roll like the planets.
Prey and predator eye each other in forage facets.
Owls, bats, hawks, frogmouths, and nightjars share nocturnal secrets.
Some feed others. Some feed on others. There are ruts, no riots.
The gentle breeze soothes the soul, though the gales disturb
Love lives long, between the strongest tree and the weakest herb.
Doors of forests, yet, like puzzle-filled caves, are numerous
Amidst sunshine, unknown nooks in it are voluminous
morals corroded
humans live like skeletons ---
phantoms play ballets
Wick lit candles provided lead the path to the cemetery
Event that honor loved ones who have passed and are buried
La Catrina walks side by side with kindred spirits marching in sync
Crowns of chrysanthemum flowers of the month are pretty in pink
Offerings of sweet bread and mezcal, for the afterlife, plenty for all
Mexican Dia De Los Muertos, a family’s time for reflection
Eyeliner and charcoal shadow, skull-faced paint is our tradition
Nudging is “Fall-back” one hour—daylight savings time engages
Our Thanksgiving blessings for our annual harvest of ages
Veteran’s Day celebrated, bereaved ones in tears
Election Day on the first Tuesday of every four years
Mascarade balls, ballets, operas, and all that jazz
Birthstone rings sparkle with yellowish-orange topaz
Eleventh month, the Full Beaver Moon appears in Gemini
Rapturous is the moon in November’s blissful sky
GOOD QUILL HUNTING
8/2/2023
Deep into the caverns of my mind
I sauntered,
To perhaps discover treasures, I
wondered.
Something divinely sparkling and
shimmeringly sweet.
For other souls to cherish and to
soulfully keep!
In these caverns, it's dark and so
mystically still!
I anticipate a bright new poem just
waiting for me on a gleaning, turquoise hill.
Poetry so much like the grandest of ballets.
A new poem, to pen then,without undue delay!
Ballet of the Stars
Breath of the galaxy spins the night sky
Over the magic of midsummer dreams
Legends, lovers, pirouette through the night
Sculptures of fire carved with airy light beams
Dances l’etoile sparkle winter rondeaus
Gossamer nebulas leave stardust veils
Ensembles of stars in stellar tableaus
Costumed in lightness made of starry faille
Astral ballets dance on ebony stage
Patterns of stars in place in this dark space
Stage left then stage right arrangements change place
Celestial performance – rotating grace
Star-spangled glitter on star twinkle toes
Scrim curtain rises on nighttime’s light show.
5-18-23
Contest: Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables
Celestial – 3 syllables
Performance – 3 syllables
"she spoke of him quoting others.
Were his quotes of stories, might I call him
a storyteller.
Were hius stories of Ballets, might
than I speak of him as a songster.
Then he speaks of unknowns and
sceince: so then shall we call
him and unknown sceintist.
Then who's works are these? Thus we
stand in the confience of tommorrow, to
have the blueprints to the future!"
from Doctor Wufgang Sinsier
Aquamarine waves
lap pristine rugged shorelines
casting call for beat
bohemic coral ballets
hip sandy beach applause
(This poem made the first PS Anthology, but disappeared
from my list.)
The naked oak-trees dance and sway
as nature,her wind-ballets play
NOTE:Crystalline is A two line image poem, (created by Denis Garison) often with a title, in which euphony is the key factor. Each line may have 8 or 9 syllables to make a total of seventeen.
I love the creativity of the sun…she has an artist’s eye…each day she paints a new masterpiece as she floats across the sky.
She begins painting the moment she rises…she paints all through the day and on into the evening…until she sets…and puts her paints away.
She paints in a multitude of colors…bold and beautiful…filled with light…then gladly hands her canvas off to the moon…the artist of the night.
The moon has only two colors…different shades of dark and light…but this does not confine her creativity…as she, too, paints a masterpiece each night.
Her shades are more muted…more subtle…unlike how the sun’s are loud…mixing her shades of dark throughout the sky and her lights throughout the clouds.
She begins painting the moment the sun sets…she paints all through the night…then gladly hands the canvas back to the sun at her first light.
Two completely different artist..painting with different colors…different eyes…
completing totally different masterpieces on the same canvas…
the same sky.
Two completely different artists painting while dancing two beautiful ballets….
One bringing beauty to the night…
the other…beauty to the day.
Inhale ballets of swaying spring fragrance.
Perfumery leaps upon warm breezes,
swirling her into spingtide's guided dance~
gentle caresses, romantic teases.
Soars of bird encores sing, fresh wings flapping,
zephyr of evergreen upon each waft.
Redemption and love's lungs overlapping
sun brushed breath of lilac floating aloft.
Youth of spring rejuvenates, green abounds!
Ahh, fresh grass clipping whiffs sift through warm air.
Hugging beauty's arbor, sweetness surrounds;
climbing roses and wisteria flair.
Lilies and tulips lean into a kiss.
Breath of spring welcoming aroma's bliss!
3-12-2021
Symphonies and ballets
No wonder you are loved.
“The Nutcracker” and “Swan Lake”
Were those ones you dreamed of?
I heard you filled halls and auditoriums
You were good at painting music with soul
A romantic prodigy of your era
“Has a profound tune as a whole”.
Your overflowing melodies and harmonies
They sound like a quaint orchestration
Where everything flows with the beauty
It moves my emotion.
In the chasm of the Nutcracker
Shadows of urgency implode upon the stage
Dancers are cloaked by ominous fog
Mist oozing from the pleats and corners of nothingness
In the chasm of the Nutcracker
One lone pure one ballets across in magic slippers
The lightest of foot, contrasting with the rest
They are competing but she is the one you watch
In the chasm of the Nutcracker
There appear to be hidden dangers
Selfish, greedy motives, unknown agendas
Twirling dancers conceal some anticipated evil
In the chasm of the Nutcracker
There is a cold elegance
But a contrasting purity and innocence
I watch the dance and smile at the black snowflakes
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