Best Bedazzling Poems
Withered memories invigorate, rekindling rhythm of heart,
Grabbing hold of me to retrieve elation of forgotten past
Throbbing in enchantment, treasured memoirs now impart,
Where decaying house stands, bearing grief seasons cast.
Up the hill I trek, gazing pastures glistening in dawning day
As glint of dawn slowly scintillates horizon shrouded gray
Amid mooing calls of cows, where mango trees gently sway,
Waltzing echoes of yore, clucking~ clattering hens convey.
How regally it welcomes me, my cherished childhood place
Beckoning as it peeks through the creaking old metal gate
That opens wide its fatigued frame, exuding welcome grace,
Lamenting of rusted hinges, squeaking of weathered fate.
Buoying on impulses serene, you enter boldly realm green
Fixated in pristine meadows~ burbling tenor of streams,
Holding my indulgent embrace, there you proudly preen,
For being blessed to own endearing piece of idyllic dreams;
Envisioning an intimate chalet, built on love felt and known,
Where cattle graze, birds built nests, animals freely roam,
Among paradise of orchards, vines, bedazzling as it’s grown,
While rusty old gate, loath to moan, beholds bliss of home.
July 1, 2022
Placed 1st: One In Five Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Upon a glorious night
A burning fire lit upon my unrented spine
Deafened by fleeting sight
I flee the home that never was quite mine
Crushed in garish fight
Within the corridor I dare to flee
Blinded by his might
While all the sad spirits return to me
Oh Tempest, you blow in me hope
Of sorrow more true than any other light
Oh Tempest that guides my departed
To your soul so bright
Rejoining each of us—the broken-hearted
Upon that vaporous eve
Enclosed in bond beyond mortal grief
Lost to the foggy reef
The fog that so lingers in these glistening eyes
That vapor drew me near
Bedazzling more than the moonlit mirror
To where I see him fly
Twas a heart-reaching place I always fear
Oh Tempest, you blow in me hope
Of sorrow more true than any other light
Oh Tempest that guides my departed
To your soul so bright
Rejoining each of us—the broken-hearted
Between the beat of my breast
A heart that beats only for him
He slumbers in the clouds
The clouds that pour my poignant prose
Beyond the darkened seas
The wind does carry the scent of his bequest
Within the folding of the storm I cease to rest
Oh Tempest, you blow in me hope
Of sorrow more true than any other light
Oh Tempest that guides my departed
To your soul so bright
Rejoining each of us—the broken-hearted
To him my sorrows lay
And fall into the arms of strangers' trembling spine
As light and pain fall gray
Twas there they grayed and blended with the rain
Twas there they grayed and blended with the rain
Twas there they grayed and blended with the rain
October has swept in, bedazzling the trees
with a special magic as again her spell she weaves.
In and out she waltzes as she touches all their leaves.
Crimson, gold and orange dance with her on the breeze.
Also on the breeze there glide flocks of southbound geese
as the sky becomes at eventide a fantasy -
blue now turning tangerine – beautiful to see!
I pause to savor it and feel my soul at peace.
Oct. 3, 2020
for Julia Ward's A Flock Of Birds Poetry Contest
Let’s fly to the celestial fiesta of the cherry blossom,
In the North Eastern Region of Shillong, named, “The Scotland of the East,
The abode of the cloud,” in the lush mesa of the magnetic Meghalaya!
The wheezing Pine forest of the whispering waterfalls in the Khasi hills,
is bustling with the nature’s fairytale of pink, white and ivory!
As far as the eyes can see, the rolling tableland is ringing, ridden by the radiant petals of cherries!
Neither Japan, nor Paris, a mere remote region of Indian plateau,
Glowing in nature’s sublime glory of pellucid picturesque pinks!
Nicknamed, Prunus Cerasoides, the cherry blossoms,
a delightful boon of Himalayas,
are blooming profusely in the magical
verdant highland of the East Khasi hills!
The November is rippling with
moonlit music, plethora of flamboyant folk dances,
pageants, stalls to cater to the globetrotters’ penchant for the ethnicity
of the fur-flung region’s tribes’ cuisines, wine, arts and cryptic crafts!
Such bedazzling is the serenity of the panaromic platonic plateau,
As folks of the vicinity, are traversing despite the rampant pandemic,
to glimpse the shangri la of the richest biome of the floral magical lane!
The resonating frolic of the chirping and twittering from the cheerful cherry bushes
are teeming with the twirling bliss, intoning,
in winters whistling whiff!
A nature’s bounty, a pamphlet of picturesque hamlets’ terrains of aromatic sensuous purity!
Blessed are they, who have witnessed the once in a lifetime scene of crystal clean roaring rivulets, murmuring brooks, the ravishing orchids, quirky root bridges, aesthetic lakes and rills, scented wild flowers, encompassing the enigmatic cherry blooms of the mystic land of the majestic mountains!
An euphoria to have a ride amidst the clouds of the misty moorlands,
gliding languidly to take the signature of the mementos of the moments;
to kiss the plateau of wild orchids, flowering Cherries and sacred woodlands of those Khasi hills,
crackling with the sprouting, cherry blossom festival of the far East!
Amber is this Autumn day,
Bedazzling me with beautiful brilliance.
Crisp is the breeze and colorful are the trees.
Dusk descends with its darkness.
Eventide has extinguished the day’s enticement and emptiness engulfs me.
Oct. 4, 2017
Truly, it is people like you that make life magnificent
I can’t imagine this site without a delightful you
You seem to glow in this amazing supernova of light
Never bursting, but gently yet powerfully shining through
I’m known to be a gloomy poet sometimes
But nevertheless you sense the love in my lines
Most of all,
You see the love in all
And you live by love
You are a true poet
An amorist with a bedazzling spirit!
Dan Kearley,
Clearly, very clearly
You are the center piece to the poetic puzzle of our hearts
:o)
Emotional tension fills the air...
Lights and laughter everywhere
A fiesta audience waits eagerly for a night of passion.
The dance of Spain and a sensual dancer
The Andalusian Gypsy dancer
El baile flamenco tonight…Ole!
The guitarist enters…masterfully
Displaying his unique musical talent.
His music controls the dance
Finally, bailaoras, the great Camille, enters
More than beautiful, she exudes sexuality
Dramatically, her aura intrigues and mystifies
The Flamenco, some say, is animalistic
Elegant movements of the flamingo birds
So, much like the dancer's stance…
Camille points her gold slipper like a prima ballerina
Music begins--- she does not move…poised as a statue
The audience sits on the edges of their seats.
Motionless, no expression in the start
When she feels the rhythm, she responds
Camille claps loudly, steadily
As her emotions build, she begins…
Her back, arched and dignified
Arms elegant and poised
The flamenco begins torridly
Gracefully but fiercely, Camille stomps---
Golden shoes with their percussion sounds
Bedazzling her admirers,
No one knows where the dance will go…
That is part of the beauty of the flamenco
Her passionate moves romance or comfort her admirers
Thus, the greatest joy of flamenco dancing
Climatically building as a heroine in a play
Camille has no equal…
Astutely, the castanets click in her hands…
The difficulty of the dance emerges…
Hands and feet working not in synchronicity
But against each other
Her mother taught her well…
The dancer is the accompanist, moving her body
To the flying fingers of the guitarist.
Ultimately, the music ebbs away
Camile picks up her fan and looks at the guitarist
Both dancer and musician are spent...
Audience stands up, cheering and clapping.
This is the spice of life in Spain!
Onto peaks the setting sun has splashed its brilliant red.
Clouds cavort in the twilight's cerise as geese soar overhead.
Trees along the mountains’ ridges, trembling in the breeze,
Ostensibly flaunt leaves bright scarlet, tangerine and gold.
Beautiful and bedazzling, and the mundane now flees.
Eventide’s extravaganza, such bliss to behold -
Rhapsody of colors! Fall has me in its hold.
For the Colorful Fall Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
Have you ever sat on a fence
And watched the birds fly by?
Have you ever looked through a lens
At the bedazzling night sky?
Ever thought about the pens
That trudged the great pages of history
Or the darkness that now shrouds the mind in mystery?
Have you ever wandered ashore
Close beside the roaring sea?
Have you ever pondered a whore
Her pride like a burning tree?
Ever considered before
The futility of passive continuity
In exclusively-independent, multilateral loops of parsevity?...
Zahra was a woman and erotically lovely
Youthful, beautiful and passionate
Xanadu, an ice mountain paradise was her existence
Where she lived with her lover, a
Vampire, two hundred years un-dead
Utterly intoxicating was this man
Together they dwelled in bliss
Sublime and spiritual was their lovemaking
Rapturous murmurs of forever life his promise
Quivering, she whispered her deep love
Possession and control was his
Often he left their paradise to hunt
Never-failing to find the red blood they drank
Moments of madness haunted her
Leaving her life behind was her sadness
Kissing him always calmed her dead heart
Just before dawn they climbed inside an ornate coffin
Intertwined in each other arms
Hypnotic was his hold on beautiful Zahra
Gentle his cold touch
Flawless was their un-dead existence
Entrancing and ethereal is how she perceived him
Divine and desirable she could not resist
Charming her was easy for this dark un-dead man
Bedazzling her with whispered words and promises
And keeping her, his love prisoner . . .
__________________________
September 30, 2015
Poetry/Reverse ABC/Zahra
Copyright Protected, ID 15-713-514-0
For the contest, First Ever ZYX,
sponsor, John Lawless
4th Place
Taken a light cosmic journey in a
hyper-luminous light vehicle.
I view space grandioso of "light bulb,"
blue big blazing bedazzling beacon;
a brilliant bright behemoth blistering.
Warp to a Pulsar star:
I view its pulsing light;
projecting prominently, its
pinpoint precision is like an atomic clock timing
Light-speed to:
Magnetars: mighty magnetic magnets.
Neutron stars, neutralizing objects.
Quasars, with their active-galactic beams
beaming like a gama-ray space spot-light laser.
I sling past Black-Holes that warps space-time:
they bending back all light matter,
behind their total black darkness horizon capture.
I continue warp-speed throughout space with
the use of fusion and some anti-matter.
I, a frontier intergalactic astronomical time and space traveler.
Homebound now; this of sometime in the far future.
The bedazzling sun
envades the saffron valley
as fog protects elms.
Entered in Raul Moreno's contest,
" Nature's Breath "
blub big blue blazing
bedazzling boisterous
brilliant beacon bright
pulsar pulsates
projecting prominently
pinpoint precisely
quixotic quasars
quintillion quarks quirkiness
quantum quintessence
wind whirl waves
watery whirlpool
wreckage washed-up
whimsical weasel
waterfall weathered willow
wilderness walk
zoo zebra zip
zealous zoologist
zeal zen
villas villages
vestige views valley vinca
vacation venues
bohemian rhapsody parades
amidst greensward moored
erupting profusely toward cerulean skies
ushered with invisible rip cord
this Earthling self assigned to an (elder)
box office catbird seat - hoard
ding a secluded nook
upon premises of Highland (highly adored)
Manor Apartments nestled
within bucolic (cost wise, a ford
double) Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
(40.2562° N, 75.4638° W) explored,
sans (founded in 1684)
pleasantly assaultive stimuli
conducted brake upon metaphysical ratiocination,
where sunshine poured
upon variegated mother nature
arrangement, viz spectacular
vernal suite scored
a top ten hit orchestrating
exquisite (August) May day presentation,
which mutely roared
bedazzling this sensate
being overwriting gourd
fully stocked, when brittle
winter snowy firmament forced accord,
asper overlaying habitat
palimpsest akin to (sic) ward
before an a may zing exuberant poly
chromatic onset splashed vibrant
brilliantly colored palette, toward
this captive observer,
where choral symphony courtesy of flora
and fauna sensational
encore performance
(day at the) opera captivated ensured
fixated this tethered primate royally
impressed and allured
by aural and visual
regalia fit for a lord
and tailor, while solar orbitz
directed by Helios,
whose journey across
deep purple celestial sea deplored
noiselessly casting lengthened shadows
signaling luminous hued dusk
chariots of fire earthly domed ceiling ablaze
pearl jam disappearance,
when daylight blinks adieu
til the morrow, when dawn
betakes the reins to reign cosmos chose
zing emergent rays announcing
morning haz broken
nudging, prodding, rousing from doze
well rested body electric,
where energy flows
as attested from me noggin glows
nsync, sans panoply
of soundgarden crescendo propose
zing ideal material sharing circadian rhythm
thru the time stream yours truly rows.
Again the machair blooms. Again these wild
Atlantic shorelines, battered but unbowed
as the marram grass, survive the wayward
blasts of winter, the silver sands endowed
with dancing colour, greeting the splendour
of the budding year. A close bound repertoire
of nodding harebells, celandines and thrift,
clover, thyme and tiny eyebright, near and far,
a sweeping backdrop to the wave-washed shore.
Sea campion, marigold and silverweed,
majestic iris, buttercup and mayweed,
bashful wild orchids, and a myriad more,
each in their order pays homage to the sun.
Bedazzling the eye, High Summer has begun.