Best Clusters Poems
As clusters of blooms rustle to sashay,
Peonies, roses, and lilies delight
With hints of peach, of gold in fine array!
Their rich fragrance wafts on a summer day
Adorning the lane with dewed petals bright;
As clusters of blooms rustle to sashay.
How these florets dance beneath morning’s ray
Like embroidered sheaths that waltz through the night,
With tints of peach, of gold in fine array!
I cuddle each one gently while bird-songs play
Of starlit tunes on a heavenly flight,
As clusters of blooms rustle to sashay.
O peonies, lilies, roses so gay
This heart chooses you in a most blest rite;
With tints of peach, of gold in fine array!
Such joy you give, now my wedding bouquet
Through one lustrous moment, vows I recite
As clusters of blooms rustle to sashay;
With tints of peach, of gold in fine array!
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6/20/2016
Broken Wings' Villanelle Me a Flower or Flowers
Syl count checked at howmanysyllables.com
sailing
free
building
clusters
of
sand
in the
desert
accretions
forestalling
time
Bevy of swans in a sea-fowl cloud,
starling mumuration,whispering aloud.
Wray of quail,where teal spring,
tiding of magpie,as larks nesting, cling.
Nightingale watch a hover of crows,
herd of wrens,hosting sparrows.
Flight of doves,lapwing deceit,
charm of finches,swallows sweet.
Kindle of kittens,knot of toads,
a yoke of oxen shed their load.
Den of snakes,skulk with fox,
shires stabled and boxed.
Business of ferrets,labour with moles,
span of mules in a string of foals.
Harrass of horse,husk of hares,
rake of colts with a stud of mares.
Drove of cattle,with a tribe of goats,
downs of sheep,pack of stoats.
Spider cluster in a thatch,
brood of game,hatched,matched
and despatched.
A splash of white paint
covers the morning landscape...
snow flakes clustering.
Clusters
on a raw damp winter day
a haircut
a cozy coffee place
with a special:
warm biscuits and gravy..
this cluster of morning
memories presented itself
on an afternoon walk
in a still chill day..
the remembered cluster
a coloring of present
awareness
embellished now by feet
pacing on a wet roadway..
remembering
perceiving
sensing
melting to knowing
and the Self
reveals...
They are forming clusters in the sky, and you cannot see them with your naked eyes you have to consult the giant telescope and go deep sea fishing in a construction boat, and when the wind hits your back you must zoom in everything from the top and the clusters will stare back at you.
Have I ever missed your point, I can see through every joint, the nozzle and the funnel are blocked up with grease and you need a fan to release the heat.
The fanbelt is worn out and the fan is clogged up with dirt, examine the battery terminal carefully and you will see what is going on at the top.
There is a big crack between the gaps, and lugs are bent at the end, the battery cannot hold the charge and that is why the engine takes long to turn and it always shutting down. The battery is very old, and you must take it to the junkyard and replace it with a new one.
I stand in the yard and watch him sweat over the old car, the car is shutting down and it’s the only vehicle he has to take him around the town. He takes it to the shop, but they took all the money he has got and the next day it leaves him stranded on the road.
He try to fix it himself but it absorbs all his energy, and it makes you really feel sorry. Yesterday he rolled down the street and in seconds the tire burst causing a huge explosion in the center of the town. The people start running and the dogs start barking and a big commotion breaks out in middle ground.
He put on a spare tire and hurry to take his wife to the doctor but halfway through the journey the gasket burst spilling grease all over the place, but help was near, and the roadside job was cleared.
Have I ever missed your point? Every meeting you go I have always stood up for you when the bullies come charging at you. I form a wedge between the wall and you and prevent them from hurting you. I have sealed up all the holes and patch up the place and completed the document before the expiration date.
There is cluster around you, and the gigantic whale is waiting for you. I have invested more than a billion dollars in them, and they will parachute towards the heaven. They are on the ground and in the air and they are coming over there. The clusters are everywhere, and you must prepare.
Everywhere, clusters of clowns gathering about.
Plotting behind painted smiles
Dancing to the quickening of our demise.
They gather upon star spangled hill.
Behind giant mahogany desks.
Sharpening knives on middle class breasts.
The reddish howl of the globalist-echoing the fall.
Muffling the voices of we the feeble.
Hope bleeding out into the A hole of the Potomac.
Along the banks. clusters of pigs and clowns.
Green dripping from Saturn sized snouts.
Stomping their hooves- disrupting citizen heartbeats.
Everywhere you look. clusters of manic menace.
Void of substance.
Void of anything...really.
CLUSTERS
a retrospective
repurposed
in
colour
transformations
identified
& sampled
the
meticulous
punctuates
the
fascinating
variety
&scope
continuing
in
the
relished
lyrical
tradition
with
bewildering
narratives
&
excess
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
As the bells resonate with the fireworks in this fleeting silence of the night,
The awaited and faithful day has come,
Bring the past and existence of present together for a while,
Doesn't that hurt the hope,that emerged that day?
If the candle has light,then wouldn't the same goes for one staring at that blissful moment of silence through the eve of passage of time?
Remember the moment when the candle was first lit,now look at it, it's nothing more than a peice of wax waiting to be thrown away,just another stubborness of someone who failed to lit that candle again.
You weren't born with an overabundance of intelligence,were you?
Reminde me who were you again,if the candle can remain alive till the very end,what about you?
If the cardboard can become futile in the rain,yet continue to exist, wouldn't the same goes for you?
We had twelve months when we first departed,now none remains.
It's just someone else who has made progress,but you also get dragged alongside them.
We didn't lose those twelve months, it's just that those twelve months were not able to Transcend the boundaries of time.
We just simply failed to protect those twelve months......
Now in this new realm, it's up to one how to protect those clusters of twelve.
Like a Wind.
Bon Voyage,Love to grasp.
In return happiness I find.
Like a Regal Aura of Current.
From place to place,Slowly and Gently.
Only to Find a Land to Rent.
I hope for Love.
Better days ahead.
Peace so Priceless like a Dove.
Written by: ESV.TIMIPRE BRIFINI.