Best Cerulean Poems
In blackness,
I hear forked tongues
whisper wicked witchery,
hope within arthritic
ink slowly f a d e s
as darkness descends
upon snow-speckled heart,
and a murder of
crows can be heard~
cawing amidst flamingo fogs
carrying thoughtless art,
over the rolling hills
enveloped with
murky memories…
there I stretch these
breathless fingers~
gingerly reaching
for cashmere curtains,
reflecting
on jaded surfaces
adorned with lost
dreary dreams drenched
in scentless deceit.
But as liquified light of the
milky quartz moon stream,
I ponder, could I be
the one you think of
when stars shimmer
above lunar-kissed lakes~
while cauliflower clouds
drift amidst musical mists?
For I hear my name
in your plum poetry,
serenading love
in magnetic marigold metaphors…
Perhaps, there is no
right rhyme to reminisce~
when every forsaken rhythm,
and broken ballad
is spoken
through unbending
sangria silence.
Yet, tonight I gaze
beyond trembling skies,
hoping that maybe one day,
waning constellations
can see the
crystalline colors
of my tainted truth,
how the glow within
me has been f r o z e n~
left hanging in
swollen syllables of sorrow,
while I await
glorious gifts
of glistening rain to pour…
whimsical wind and
pulverizing waves can feel,
how my soul
thinks in ironic idioms
mourning misplaced musings~
with fickle verses
that phased
this eclipsed canvas
with restless phrases,
fragranced with
forgiving refrains.
I wonder is this
another
dreadful beginning,
or might this be
a blissful ending,
of a thunderstruck
tale that strikes,
from the honey-glazed abyss
of unknown gloaming…
Tomorrow, when twilight twinkles~
orchestrating
ethereal anthems,
in charismatic cadence,
find the silken silhouette of
tear-stained tulips
from my garden of grief~
there they sprout in
cerulean seclusion,
between fleeting feathered lines
of daisy dusk and
daffodil dawn.
Time stood still with me
on aegean beach at tiffany twilight hours,
the senile sun sank in admiral splendor
beyond the lap of the lapis horizon,
the cobalt sea soaked the cyan sky,
ribboned by strands of periwinkle cloud,
blown by aquamarine breeze.
You came flying on its sapphire wings,
slate hair kissing the teal lips,
lacing the prussian eyes.
From the azure shadow of waves
I swam on turquoise glint of your eyes,
sank deep in your indigo heart,
embracing me with cerulean serenity.
Written : July 13, 2018
May 1, 2020
Contest : Strand Pick J, Any Theme, Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand
her alabaster lips did drown
the sea with rage that fateful dawn.
how beautiful with skin so pale,
her alabaster lips. did drown
the roar of waves and shredded sail.
Poseidon's wrath on human pawn.
her alabaster lips did drown.
the sea with rage that fateful dawn...
cerulean sky
in the holiday morning
seems as a nice day
1-11-2016
Cerulean eyes hold me
I am stilled by their mystifying gaze
Profound love and cherishing mutually shared
Time is too fast-
Shortly I have you (on this plain)
Yet forever our spirits circle upon themselves,
an assurance they'll not get lost
Soul to soul, perhaps one in the same-
but you have me whole
Your cerulean eyes hold me
Now n Always whispers echoing in time
A. Green
3/29/2014
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LAZULINE sheen glittered,
~~flummoxed~~
SAPPHIRE ASTER thrived,
forget-me-not blooms,
morning glory smiles in aureate sunrise,
as seasons swap in jitters,
~~"LOVE's new moment"~~
SEPTEMBER'S zephyr gust in solemn hymn
flowers celebrate in gaiety ...
evoking such a METAMORPHOSIS to be reckoned with ...
"why month's glyph always in BLUE?"
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"BRIAN STRAND CONTEST" entry
Feel chapfallen without the cerulean color,
and it'll be reflected in the gloomy skies...
would any smart kid use any other crayon than blue?
Boys like it, so do girls...it could be their eyes,
their cars, their dresses, or their room in total disorder;
take it away from them and their spirits droop!
Everyone pick up lots of crayons or the one you prefer,
and enter into your dreamworld: dudes will compete with chicks,
and the winning team will be awarded a trophy; no dupes or dunces
are allowed in the competition...and please don't use dull crayons:
they must be lively as flowers seen in scented gardens,
so grab them...be earnest, be spontaneous and dare!
Feel chapfallen without the cerulean color,
rely on the imagination and be splendiferous;
use this blue crayon, draw anything that's scrumptious...
don't jumble and don't worry if later you'll scour!
How about coloring a scurrying scorpion,
and does it have to be mediocre to draw scorn?
1
I came walking on daytime’s wake
a pigment dry palette of dreams
filled my pockets with hope
digitally mastered visions of glory
fuel for the broken fires of passion
each step of the journey a trial
each path a temptation to believe
tomorrow will be the end of today
where strangers I have met
on the road to distant vanishing points
in step with eternal drums
dogs who beg for mercy crumbs
from the master’s table
for those who find the empty stable
I am Cerulean
the long distance voyager
2
robed in sky blue fusion fabric
patterned after ancient promises
steeped in salt flats time trials
to set new records for obedience
speed the nemesis of costly delay
all for a search without ending
a city a gate a massive pearl
wisdom not her only treasure
lost in the turmoil of rhetoric
and endless spiral speculation
I took a turn to the narrow left
and hid my face in the borrowed cleft
for fear of judgment’s bloody arm
to raise my banner of alarm
I am Cerulean
the long distance voyager
3
only I know the forest highways
oceans running long beach shores
snow capped mountain hideaways
among the thickets of sleepless nights
stone fences closing war torn borders
to the eyes of media madness
who cannot close the credibility gap
between their surgically guarded ears
and fumes that fill reality playgrounds
bursting veins with profitable intentions
spilling children’s crying laughter
among medicated claims of peace hereafter
I know the headlines are for eating
the taxman’s trade for cheating
I am Cerulean
the long distance voyager
4
meadows green with limestone caverns
rivers stocked with seamless flowers
valleys cut by deep dish pizza
fountains fill the blackened void
fragments of imagination
comfort words in bits and bytes
nightime memory analysis
of what I thought I could see
beyond flesh and bone and mortar
casino lights with smoking embers
easy picking on empty heart strings
wishful thinking on eagles’ wings
only to hear a pounding hollow echo
let it go let the whole thing go
I am Cerulean
the long distance voyager
As I breathe, I hope
for a better tomorrow
As I blink, I can cope
with the promise I borrow
In through the nose
and out through the mouth
Palimpsest superimposed
Arrow pointed south
My mind is scattered
like seeds on a field
Insulted, yet flattered
When it is congealed
I sigh as I exhale
From resting on the peak
Enjoying the details
That make life oblique
I make my camp here
High above the world
The only volunteer
To see the cerulean pearl
To see it as an ache
in Atlas' great side
As an earthquake
At Sisyphus' bedside
As a twinkle in God's eye
and sand in Satan's shoe
As matter liquefied
And a divine preview
5
morning soon with cobalt sunrise
scarlet banners in the sea
pockets of fog hang in the balance
weights and counterweights prepare
to launch another day of searching
shark infested mine fields await
truth contested answers sadly
alone on the road to jericho
few to hold my blistered hands
in the company of angels wishing
litanies of theosophical litigation play
the fine art of heaven’s delay
fire and brimstone lovers leap
no will to climb the canyon steep
I am Cerulean
the long distance voyager
6
ready for the fight
laden beast of burden light
guide me through the slippery night
from this no man island home
oasis of bipolar green
fed by desert venom stream
on highwires of opinion
leaving arts creative kin
drybed intelligence has been
known to catch the ferry late
artificial armour of resolve
soft underbelly convictions
dissolve
7
wasted wormwood weldwood years
accusing fingers of suspicion
lawless hands admission
grow-op shameless exhibition
cold the beaches brickyard stare
as forest giants dare
to cut the timber weeping
urban fight with rural weapons
packed in peace at last
redeem her noble past
overload a memory with compassion
for the children of her dreams
acres of wishful thinking
never end it seems
I leave to catch the seven twenty
up the river diesel steams
my soul the pen of a ready writer
on a moon of full beams
8
I search and rescue run
concrete shoes my nemesis
rhythms of a broken highway
through crowded forest streets
in an age of deliverance
cloudscapes beckon warily
longships on sky lakes
to escape the winding shores
sunrise sunsets pardon
crimes of passion thinking
touch alone my arrowsmith
robed in virgin white
restless fog and pale visions
light the valley of tears
When summer left its legacy
Arrived autumn with its warm flare
From cerulean seas came she
A lilac in her sea-breezed hair
And burst in utter joy my heart
Knowing fore’er we can’t depart
Though hard to practice love’s own art
Love with her still yearned I to share
When blossomed fruits again, spring drew
I walked near dark poppies with she
And sang sweetly the doves that flew
In lovely hymns of euphony
And hope against hope with the breeze
Our love will start with steady ease
And luckily it will ne’er cease:
I loving her, her loving me
Though in mere moments, quick, met we
A feel I have our love will stay
And sat we in serenity
By ponds where misty dusk there lay
And looked I at her face upon
As gentle as the setting sun
And hopefully be us as one
Though be we young or withered gray
And suddenly drew I most close
And gently placed my arm round she
And as I did, our free hearts rose
She turned around to look at me
And as set the gold sun below
Suddenly then and now I know
Our love appears to be true, so
Forever I will stay with she
The one who came from the Cerulean Sea
Solely for me and only me
© 2013 Gleb Zavlanov
17
the narrow path took a sudden turn
I pushed the main sail west
where tiny tugs push giant timbers
portside down shivering rivers
to the end of broken islands
and ravens who fall asleep
no more stealing noon day’s sun
havoc on the steel grey highway
I asked where to my friend
listen to the voice I pondered
every thought I overheard
across a midnight madness ocean
do not pay till two thousand five
among the smouldering fires
of rusted vacant castles
beached below a popular tide
of sentimental sediment
a land far away but not forgotten
18
red and white blue brickyard
mason masterpiece in gold
spires bold and towers clapping
to a moon swept melody above
tiny dots in tiny places
windmill arms are waving
watery graves say hello
to friend and stranger wandering
cloudy motives squandering
on orange day parades
the ripped off royal banner
every man’s soiled linen cover
red light sin of the fathers
mothers cry for daughters lost
my home and land of natives
took my childhood away
19
stand up I push some reason
speak the voice of knowledge soon
wisdom cries in pain
for the ears of man are suffering
silence drives his soul insane
paint the gesture gently
or scratch the surface mean
secret streams of unknown lovers
writing dusty letters in the sands
of time worn airborne trials
hastily drawn across a window
to hide the gossip eyes that stare
for want of intelligent care
pollute the shallow pools of laughter
the trough lies naked bare
I am only passing through I beckon
reckon hands might hold my voice
interrupt the bar code worship
tempting endless feast of fools
20
second hand books in second hand stores
recycled commentary on ages past
dead to weary travelers
who need to know what lies ahead
on the sweating stars in their bed
leave the portholes open
winds of doctrine blowing through
cleanse the green paved pastures
prepare a table in the wilderness
spirit river flowing mercy
feet that dance in tidal pools
harvest endless nights of joy
listen carefully to the evening minstrel
a song to carry me through
before I turn back again
to push the main sail east
hang the superstitious bastard
among the lord of flies deception
cannot land on a burning fire
shallow graves that hold no flattery
losing yet another night of bounty sleep
entertaining restless demons
flights of stairs to an empty upper room
ne stadda dab a toraba cho
within the fortress safe lies lasting hunger
the only place for times of righteousness
outside the rain drums drops of inconvenience
interpretations of a motionless sound
count a royal blood of ransom
ti de mana te dosto carriacho
watch the enemy of words inside
the echoes of a lingering accusation
brave the heart by fear association
I gave a comfort cradle to an infant
a message from the throne of love
keeping time with faith experience
che na shatora ba chamyana
a deafening harmony of stale opinions
the lot is empty no more bargains to be had
friends a well of living water
scatter all the citizens of hell
everyone a chilling mausoleum
in the cemetery of the dead
waiting for the light to blister green
13
bayside rumours of war
and flowers blossoming thirst
for sacrificial blood
cut my weeping heart out
ensure another flawless sunrise
confusion moments of despair
deceived beyond deception
their laboured cry heard no more
my voice remains
slower traffic keep right
my fist a burning piston
line upon line
precept upon precept
14
skies clear the flotsam rainclouds
suns shine on golden rivers
flooded roadways stagger forward
too much gain
after so much pain
justice limits speed at eighty
curtains of spray chase my tires
can anyone hear my song
of desolate seclusion
sanctuary studio walls witness
a lament for what went wrong
do not beat the eardrum primal
close the door to tears
tombs of unknown children
guardians of more broken dreams
15
the wind has fallen asleep
fanny bay comox valley green
redemption mountains
like a steel collar
on my brain
wood fires sweet aroma
put the burden down
to hold the hand of forgiveness
on a diamond ready gown
her with many crowns
gifts from heaven’s giver
father of the fatherless to all
who hear my voice mail call
come home to love’s oasis
in the valley of dry bones
turn around my dearest friend
do not look back
next week another leg of journey
on wounded knee I bow
16
you make my heart sing
truck stop chorus on a weary road
birds that pray for laughter
chatter well into the night
your peace child offers gently
to hold my horn of plenty
sometimes empty rivers well spring flow
and lay my head to rest
on your love eternal breast
drink deep the sounds of grace
I hold your candle burning
in the night time of my fears
to dream a while before the morning
to resume my long distance kingdom voyage
of these anointed chosen years
Cerulean Jade
These eyes, they deceive you.
Blank and insincere.
Playing with your mind,
and getting well inside.
They’re deceiving you.
Beneath the emerald blue,
the gold ever glows,
Blazing like an inferno.
Beyond the shores,
of my emerald azure eyes,
lives a shy and passionate being.
Your trust is all wrong,
for them and not me.
Can’t you see, you can trust me.
And not them.
I may seem cold, heartless and malignant.
But all are lies.
Like Poseidon in the heavens,
strong in his own way.
Subtle and candid,
I will always be.
Be sure that you take your chance,
when I provide the raft,
to cross this sea.
To find this being,
to know him and love him.
I am unlike the others,
for my eyes are unlike the others
My eyes, this sea.
My favourite colour.
Cerulean Jade.