Surface living;
Delving with thought
Shallow inclined; no further
A beetle's truth-quester
One inch, mould-wrought!
The infinite
And what, behind
Its night-hung veil, bespangled
For souls of men have wrangled
Light's, dark's winged grind
A mystery
Left. With relief!
Which strain, high, deep prying mind's
But exceeded by those finds;
Mail's o'ercharged grief!
fairy ring beckoned with fallen oaks the seat
she loosened blond hair for all elves to see
dancing in a circle around one rock deep
toadstools were there numerous with buzzing bees
owl hooted deep, arriving late afternoon
in distance farmhouse empty, sported balloons
spiders and grasshoppers smashed cymbals and drums
vineyard workers sleepily dreamily hummed
fat strawberries blood red on juicy offer
down she descended into a loamy hole
to examine nourishing cocoa coffers
then taste spiced cherry brandy alongside moles
her pink petalled dress became nastily soiled
she lost her wide crimson hat to earthworms coiled
tunnels were decorated with soft chestnuts
ladybugs slowly shopped for investment huts
below she found busy beetles, flora seeds
grey weevils digging into sour rotting leaves
roots of varying colours with buried beads
entangled were elf lovers like naughty thieves
teasingly were filled with the fruity brandy
many were heady drunk they became angry
she judiciously spotted coloured bangles
happily returned to own tree bespangled !
**
This plume of mortal breath—
mere puffs of silver smoke
beneath a vast, bespangled sky.
The moon, close and looming,
sheds eerie light in a lustrous beam,
while motes of delicate stardust,
like specks of a thousand dreams,
dance in its lucent path
to eternity.
how bright the dew
in the sunlight
each drop
a picture of a world remade
down by the dock herons watch
rainbows riding over silver fish
time shows-up as a water road
journeying to just here
this place where dawn dew
mirrors a million first lights
gleaming out
of a million suns
my dog sniffs at the prismatic air
the light
the new fledged green
she sweeps her furry tail
back and forth
scattering a bespangled sky
behind her
Bespangled
she sashays up the shore
from a sequin gowned sea
wearing the undulating waves
of aquamarine and ambrosial sheen
adorned with shimmering and shivering seeds of excitement
A thousand beaded fingertips
trace her coral curves
whispering sweet nothings
in the luscious language of brine and blue
drizzling down
her sea-salted soul-case
teasing and tempting
her cooled honeyed patina
to passionately impearled pertness
Enraptured as he is
enticed by her dreamscape
the yearning senescent sands sigh~
longing for relics of rose-water regrets.
Susan Ashley
February 8, 2017
~ Fourth Place ~
Premiere Contest: #400
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Bite Me
May fortune fall upon you
And give you riches by the slew
A mansion huge with twenty rooms
Designed into the finest style
And in each room bespangled glass
And because you are a wretched ass
and lack a gentlemanly guile
leaving nothing to presume
May diarrhea follow you
from one to twenty rooms
John Lawless Contest May 31, 2015
Yes as inspired by great poet Brian Johnston, I retitle this, ''God's kind of poetry.''
Glorify the Great
Architect
Awesome artist of nature
Author of the universe,
Glorify God
for beauty infinite,
For the markings bedecked
for the striped and the spotted,
The mottled and the dotted
for the gold bedecked
for the glint 'n' glitter bespangled
For the fawns speckled
And other animals dappled.
The cobras bespectacled!
Variety in flora and fauna.
His creation's so beauteous
whether it hath markings
or be it plain,
it's all simply wondrous.
But for God's sake, let that fur
be left solely on its owner
for poachers don't own it
nor do they the python's skin.
So hunters and poachers beware
Unless nobody does care
any longer
if beauty be extinct!
Opt for other options
for your pillowcasing eiderdowns
Don't strip the feathered fauna
of their fine downy gowns!
Be ye cautious about culling or killing
Let no blood be rapaciously spilling
So forever humanbeings may admire
God's stippled effects on animals
And His ripple effect on river canals!
Yet still my heart beats for days now blurred
Two beats were counted, only one was heard
We are not even a drop of rain, just vapour
United to be once more, no clouds can conjure
All love, all liking now lost… forever!
Dreams and memories, time tries to sever
Like dew-bespangled flowers alone I weep
The spray turns to rain, colours never keep
No longer will I drink your silvery voice
Destiny meant, I could not make a choice
A longing and thirst for you I cannot quench.
The cup floating in air, unable to reach.
©26/1/2013 David Williams Lines 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11
©26/1/2013 Holly P. Moore Lines 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12
A collaboration with my great friend (from somewhere far from me - overseas), David Willams, who has not judged me through my tragedy and encouraged me to continue to write.
Two minds thinking in sequence - I dedicate this to my beloved son.
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