Best Aflare Poems
In riming realms
of crystal contemplations -
frozen water-vapor meditations
and chilled flutes
filled with zodiacal-light musings
of ancient cosmic dust
dancing in the arms of Sol..
windswept operatic reveries
rise and fall
as her stirring soprano
tickled by the chanting of icicle chimes
gathers momentum
in strengthening sprays
of frosted musical notes adrift in broken chords
she bestrides
a clouded steed colored mother-of-pearl
flowing with fury
within which beats a blustery heart
surging at jet stream speeds
on the clattering beat of hailstorm hooves
from streamer-skies of the northern dancers
they fly aloft
on arctic gales of lyrical laughter
igniting the imagination
of her freezing fire
burning now with a blistering whip
and a frostbite nip
that sinks its tingling teeth deep
sailing
a supernatural stage
amplifying—
her aerated soprano soars
in polar vortex arias
as an avalanche of glazed trinkets
—descendants of her fertile femininity
skydive
in shivering sixfold symmetry
falling
in fierce flights of fancy
as she cyclones on consecrated currents
with wild abandon
escalating
in twirling trills
of glass beaded squalls
swirling her iced eiderdown skirts aflare
baring tempest thighs
storming with a Siberian sting!
..and as her electric eyes spark
luminous with lightning
she buries you in a blizzard
of opalescent mistletoe berries
and wanton whims.
On pensive planes of wraith-like existence,
Are stoic shadows feigning affection;
Crimson lips of withering consistence,
Have lost their craze for craving confection.
Tear-filling prisms tilling a rueing sphere,
Pathos prowling, pity's wild and roaming;
Reminisce wind-blown is tumbleweed drear,
Bathos like bramble bur clings in gloaming.
Tin foil hearts' echo sad droning down-beat,
Rose petal ballet two rust figurines;
Today's gray sleet does douse yesteryears' heat,
Apathy's ennui directing the scenes...
Love once aflare in fanfare marigold,
Lies now a wizened weed, dried and stone cold.
Susan Ashley
November 2, 2017
I have a to- do list cos I am thirty this year
Top of the agenda is to ride bareback through fire
Done many things in my short life
My twenty todo list did cause me strife
Wanted to walk on wings flying way up above
My bravery ran out they had to give me a shove
I did it, i perused the land from on high
What a beautiful thing, this variable sky
Back to the circus ring, my stomach did flip
Thoughts of why the heck did i think of this
Brought out this Black Stallion with nostrils aflare
Grabbed hold of his mane he gave me a stare.
We hadnt even started yet
my hands they did sweat
Then I saw the large ring, no flames afire
Wanted to slink off and forget i was here
As I got up close my nostrils held that smell
The oily rags lit up were as hot as hell
Lit up was like a giant firework display
Riding through it, oh my did i pray
The horse didnt flinch as I fell around his neck and cried
Thank you Black Stallion for being a safe steed
Revolutionary evolutionary
Heartful constitutions
Lovers constructing
Contributions contorts
Contours, all sides a winner
Armies of DREAMERS
WE are redeemers
Consecutive notions
If we begin we are beginners
Heavily measured DEVOTIONS
Affiliated positives
Once SCREAMED
THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE FREE
and the corners of the WORLD are
Furnished with a song not yet sung
Blessed be the birds and bees
Strum down low
A guitar STROKE
Strum up glow
A GESTURE, a hope
A fluid atmosphere, infectious
Ambiance is here.
Revolutions STOKE the hearts aflare
Free aflame afire
Inquire multiplier of fame escort
One ply one try
What cost
Multiple efforts
Floral fashions flourishing actions.
Asking freedom festers festivals
Basking in ever GLOWING
EVOLUTIONS everlasting
Effortlessly REVOLUTIONIZE
THE WORLD, EVOLVING
Freedom never cries
Life always dies
Birth becomes alive
Strong becomes stronger
Weak becomes strong
Because Freedom never cries.
Children plays while parents seek
Words leak and hurts me
Cuts you and kills them
Stand strong till its gone
They hold'em back
Because Freedom never cries.
You watch the brave from afar
You say good night
Cause its the end of the fight
Unto the flash of light
Because Freedom never cries.
They came and got'em
Some were burned some were saved..
Some didn't make it home all the way
Because Freedom never cries.
The trumpets blare
The sun aflare
Unto thee we share
The loved ones we lost and cared
Because Freedom never cries.
I tower over my hero
My heart pierced like an arrow
Song of death plays aloud
I pray to God to help their families
Bless them to the end
For no tears and no hate
They knew it was right just not the date...
Because Freedom never cries.
They named me the wilderness quail
I'm not as pretty as other birds are,
my feathers are golden, brown and frail;
I hide when a storm starts and my bizarre
behavior becomes fret, no stone pine
can protect me on a noon with aflare
lightenings crossing the semi-dark atmosphere.
Uncommon and ignored by all I spent
my day searching for food by a lake and wait...
until an unsuspicious lavaret comes afloat,
sometimes he stays at the bottom for fear
and I have to fly miles to provide a meal
for my chicks waiting in the branches of a fir:
I'll be disappointed coming home without a kill!
Although I'm so neglected by all the blue-winged teals,
I consider myself to be humble and kind in deeds:
helping a lost sparrow find her desperate mother
who is searching for him everywhere near a pond,
or a brook where reptiles attentively wait for their prey;
I'll hide him under my wings if he's ever in danger!
By now everybody can guess where this place is:
I dwell in Southern Italy, a land that many envy
for her stunning scenery and delicious fruits,
where no vigilant quail ever goes hungry!
Keep me company and I show you the beauity
and the tranquility of this lovely country!
Lively dreams become a promise
When time radiant calls, awaits,
The warmth of air, memories last
As new summer breeze skates
On fields and garden vast.
Chorus:
Oh summer breeze stirs all roses
Oh summer breeze, toes are bare
Across shores, woodland, and long drives...
To croon for joy, a pleasant flair
While romance thrills… moonglow arrives.
And misty eves rise longer,
Skies above, a brighter blue
Grasses turn jade, trailing away
With fireflies blazing... hours are new.
Chorus:
Oh summer breeze stirs all roses
Oh summer breeze, toes are bare
Across shores, woodland, and long drives...
To croon for joy, a pleasant flair
While romance thrills… moonglow arrives.
Let’s sip lemon tea in the park
A kiss or two behind oak trees--
Enthralling stars, now wide awake
Dreams aflare oh through summer breeze.
Until our hands evening would take.
8/10/2018
John Hamilton’s Contest: Summer Breeze
Our hearts have stopped beating
but we go right on eating
Natural disasters aflare
wars and death everywhere
On Facebook we share
yet who really cares
spark of divinity in us aflare,
is spark of graciousness aglow within,
is a gift from heaven that we should share!
spark of divinity in us aflare
is an ocean of love to show we care,
is a light that guides us past earthly sin!
spark of divinity in us aflare
is spark of graciousness aglow within!!
Premier contest winner (5)
Graciousness poetry contest
Mohan Chutani
Written 18/11/2020
10 syllables each line ABa, Aab, AB rhyme!
It's so warm...
The clouds are shifting...
I can feel the bright evening sun curessing my face.
The cool wind ruffels my hair.
I can hear the small leaves red, brown, yellow, and orange wispering in my ears.
I see them glinding down from the sky...
The smell of burned firewood and fresh grass, entangling my senses, setting them aflare.
Children running and laughing as the sun swifly moves behind the trees...
Squires nessel in the holes of them, mouths full of stored nuts for the winter.
Everyone's preparing for the coming of a new season.....except me.
I want to enjoy, to engolf myself forever in this warm tingleling sensation...
To be forever in Autumn.
I am the firewood
Burning in the blazing fire,
Ablaze in passion, aflare in dreams,
Burning away till
The embers are left glowing
In vigour, with the slipping life
I possessed still
Driven by the burnt emotionality,
The fire left within me dancing
Through my veins,
Till the visions I had nurtured,
The hope I had discovered
Turned to dust.
K.S.Lakshmi