Best Configures Poems
Eastern sky blazes at the break of dawn
In the air the rising sun throws its hue
The speckled clouds gleam in the horizon
On multicolored flying palette I see you.
I’ve reached the edge of the blue plateau
Where the clouds touch the ground I find
They melt in the colors that define you
I splash on blank canvas and paint my mind.
In colored contours I see your face
Draped in unique tapestry of grace.
I’ll keep you there
All the time forever….
Western sky drenched by the dusk shower
The setting sun designs for it an attire new
In rainbow lined by pleated petals of flower
In its multihued transient arch I see you.
I’ve crossed the stretch of the green meadow
Where the rainbow holds the horizon I find
It melts in stream of colors that configures you
I flood the bare canvas and paint my mind.
In colored contours I see your face
Draped in unique tapestry of grace.
I’ll keep you there
All the time forever….
February 25, 2918.
Trees of thickets display different attributes,
the commonness is the cool shade they spread,
and their branches cradle all the birds’ nests.
Flowers frame diverse shapes and colors,
the hidden nectar is the common essence.
All are beautiful, external definition they acquire.
The splendor of the dawning horizon we share,
and immerse in the universal gleam of twilight.
The enveloping air we breathe in equal freedom,
the nights fall with identical darkness on us,
from the stardust we get our fraction of silver.
We’re born equal, imposed definition we acquire.
Evolution drove the diversity in the living,
sculpted the different ethnic landscapes.
We’re not defined by languages and life styles,
our skin may be of different colors and hues,
but we’re all humans with crimson hearts
that pain in agony, rejoice in ecstasy, equally.
Divine essence configures the realm of our soul,
we're not defined by the contrived contours.
December 28, 2018
For Brian Strand's Contest : All Yours (March 3)
Introductory highlights
Paragraphs and blah-blah-blah;
Final period
~~~~~~~~~
Sad eyes
Staring a straight blank;
Tear tinged mascara
~~~~~~~~~
On this mountain
A scenic panorama;
Valley undertakings
~~~~~~~~~
Warning signage:
Do Not Enter --
Police investigation
~~~~~~~~~
Young couple
Lovely-dovely;
Fleeting distractions
~~~~~~~~~
Sorrow and pain
Etch good paintings;
Come let's create
~~~~~~~~~
All in due time
Echoes shout;
Chaos configures
~~~~~~~~~
Harsh reality
Nothing nice to say;
Live and let live
~~~~~~~~~
Joy in your eyes
Posture of bliss;
Hunger manifests
~~~~~~~~~
Going on a trip
So much to do;
Discard anxiety
~~~~~~~~~
Love speaks
No words needed;
Touch and glimpse
~~~~~~~~~
Joy sings
Sorrow weeps;
Life unfurls magic
~~~~~~~~~
No words
No pictures;
Nothing
~~~~~~~~~
Song for my soul
Words incomplete;
Vibrant music
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
23 April 2015
Singapore
DREAMWORLD FIGURINES – THE CURATOR
Such pleasant musing echoes out.
She sits and creates her waxed dolls.
Dreamlike are images sculptured.
In her tiny waxed doll shop,
Her mind configures masterpieces…works of art.
________________________________________|
VERLENA S. WALKER
PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 01, 2014!
Airy alcove
Sunbeams streaming;
Dusty illumination
~~~~~~~~~
Nocturnal lizards
Live ceiling panorama;
Fluid feasting
~~~~~~~~~
Aviary cacophony
Endless conversations;
Lost in translation
~~~~~~~~~
September configures
Sunny rain and autumn moon;
Mooncake festival
~~~~~~~~~
Newspaper headlines
Day after day agonising;
Missing flight enroute
~~~~~~~~~
Busy feet pass
Not even a thought;
Bamboo trees hover
~~~~~~~~~
Faithful feeble hands
Old couple waiting;
Bus stop portrait
~~~~~~~~~
Old house weathered
Seasons and memories;
Pending urban facelift
~~~~~~~~~
Tall grass shortcut
Mud patch pathway;
Approved by many feet
~~~~~~~~~
Moonlight shadows dance
To ancient rhymes;
Night symmetry
~~~~~~~~~
Pink flamingos stride
Bird glimpse foibles;
Zoo takeaway
~~~~~~~~~
Coffee cuppa
Morning melodrama;
Sleepy hangover
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
16 September 2014
Singapore
“When passion creates the lyric of life to sing together,
the entrancing spell doesn’t end for love is magical.” – By Poet
The southern breeze ripples in spring ambiance,
enthralled, I see you sprint like a fairy
in the shimmer of the flushing meadow,
your disheveled hair swirling softly on your face.
The ebony lattice of lilting grace designed
on the blushing face that enlivens
with my wispy caress as I morph into a flying petal,
as love makes a magical spell for me.
You glisten in the golden gleam of twilight,
your smile configures the ethereal charisma
with the slices of silver lined cloud,
shining on the leitmotif of my yearning.
When in the avid wind of longing
you fly beguiled like a butterfly,
I become a flower to get the waft of fleeting wings,
as love makes a magical spell for me.
My amorous window opens wide
on the fervent facade of your fascinating charm,
I see you dance to the rhythm of rapture,
embracing me with an enchanting trance.
I then turn into a leaf of the tree I nurtured,
delighted it falls and quivers,
lying awhile on your luscious lips,
as love makes a magical spell for me.
_______________
March 18, 2023
Word chosen : Magic
Contest : Writing Challenge - "M" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Rainy deluge
Wetness clouds;
Moody day
~~~~~~~~~
Sitting still
Thoughts subside;
Just being
~~~~~~~~~
Stray stopover
Fluffy white snow;
Harsh elements
~~~~~~~~~
Death configures
Body at rest;
Time cut short
~~~~~~~~~
Snowy cascade
Fluffy feel;
Freezing here
~~~~~~~~~
Old-timers
Strolling hand-in-hand;
Lifetime of love
~~~~~~~~~
Brisk snowfall
Wild swirls here;
White splashes
~~~~~~~~~
Wet departure
Goodbye kiss;
Sad glimpses
~~~~~~~~~
Cold winds blow
Misty wild;
Wintry beauty
~~~~~~~~~
Old hands clutch
Strolling together;
Fond memories
~~~~~~~~~~
Howling wind
Facial caress;
Abrupt moment
~~~~~~~~~
Wind howling
Passing my way;
Stillness loiters
~~~~~~~~~~
Angry hands
White walls echo;
Primal angst
~~~~~~~~~
Workday jigsaw
Frustration swells;
Angry climax
~~~~~~~~~
Hand-in-hand
Evening interlude;
Bliss sublime
~~~~~~~~~
Steep ascent
Happy surprise;
Wonder awaits
~~~~~~~~~~
Chinese tea
Yunnan glimpses;
Eight years since
~~~~~~~~~
Fragrant bite
Chocolate ganache cake;
Ecstasy sums
~~~~~~~~~
Silent stillness
Quiet contemplation;
Devotional
~~~~~~~~~
Joy wears well
Facial contours;
Happy eyes light
~~~~~~~~~
My darling sleeps
Speaks softly;
Pillow caress
~~~~~~~~~
Moments brief
Crystalline tears;
Grief saturates
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
25 April 2017
Singapore
The sordid thought thicket thrives
within the dungeon of the dark mind,
where the web of tormenting roots wriggles,
entangles all the escape routes,
as qualm deconstructs life’s forest path.
Unsure frail footsteps falter,
deranged wobbly tread dithers,
the root trap and the abyss wait
for the traveller, worn out of walking long,
going jaded to nowhere in the jungle of life.
The survival struggle starts as shovel of resolve
upturns the security soil, fells the trees,
removes the mesh and the darkness,
the crafted pasture of freedom then
looks up to the sky above the dismal canopy.
Destiny isn’t a pretext, the walk is one’s own walk
through the murky maze of the forlorn forest,
where the insightful impulse carves out
a pasture transforming into the garden of bliss,
the inner vision configures in the clearing.
_____________
February 17, 2023
Contest : The Clearing
Sponsored by : Craig Cornish
For Brian Strand Premier No. 1194
“Nocturnal silk sheathes the woods,
moon dust laces lattice on lush leaves,
fireflies flash on the trail of dream”. By Poet
The opaque film of darkness spreads silently
out of the cauldron of infinite emptiness,
that the sky shapes at the edge of the dwindling dusk,
its condensed vestige configures the amorphous night.
The black tapestry stretches the silken swathe
to the hinge of the hazy horizon where twilight dissolves
like the rainbow melting on the skyline,
from where the satin shade flows to form the fluid night.
The sound of sensual silence echoes in the night sky,
wakes up the sleeping stars to sparkle bright
on the bejeweled crown adorning the amorous ambiance,
with the moonbeam strands I weave the dream of you.
In the stardust sprinkled sapphire night I see you
emerge out of my dream like an angel,
and walk in the craving corridor of my mind,
my love embraces you with nocturnal charm.
_______________
March 22, 2023
Word used : Nocturnal
Contest : Writing Challenge - "N" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
The turning wheel of transient time
rotates life’s rhapsodic kaleidoscope,
and creates enchanting patterns prime,
crafted by mélange of mesmeric hope.
Contrived chameleon colors transform
the visage of mind’s vast topography
into ashen wasteland ravaged by storm,
or into a glistening emerald valley.
The rootless diffused dreams adrift,
float in the cascade of fantasy sight,
the shroud from misty vision they lift,
fashioning a beguiling vista of delight.
I have been flying on butterfly wings,
flittering in rippling air out of distress,
before it could fly away beyond spring,
forms for me the tapestry of happiness.
I have traveled lonesome in sunny days,
across the greening wilderness in shine,
or along the glittering garden pathways,
lined with spring saplings in hued vine.
Mind’s canvas turns into memory montage,
as the receptive consciousness free of strife,
configures bliss in the kaleidoscopic collage,
I see the reflection of joy in the mirror of life.
________________
May 7, 2022
Contest : In The Mirror Of Life
Sponsored by : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Aviating aspirations
of effervescent incandescence
spread psychic plasma
of primal sensual spectrum,
painting the exuding exuberance
of the indigo emotions
on the convoluted sullen sky,
fantasy configures with contours of memory
fascinating fresco
of the mental panorama,
suffused with halcyon hues
of sublime sensitivity
embedded in exalted ecstasy,
blooming bemused
in seraphic color blast
of floral kaleidoscopic spring,
awaits the assault of summer
in the credulous mindscape.
In cracked somber soil,
draped by dismal dust
of extant cinnamon ground,
where the deserted heart desiccates
in the yearning core,
when auburn anguish
pervades passively
and creeps with crafty camouflage
in the wilted veins
of the fallen autumn leaves,
as fragile rootless essence
rustles restive
with the olive tune
of serenading sanguinity.
Emotive eyes weep
the concealed tears unshed
in torrent of torment,
fill the impulsive cauldron
of pent-up pathos,
forlorn life’s desolate distillate
designs the malachite crystal canopy,
shining with emerald buoyancy
in the jade thicket
on the eroded banks
of awakened awareness,
while classical cadence
of symphonic zephyr,
drifting with the sonata spirit
of fleeting fervor
from the yonder plateau
of rolling passion,
vibrates with timeless rhythm
on the waves of rhapsody
in the bay of bliss,
glides with the enthralling melody
of the harmonic heart,
pulsating spellbound
with the lilting lyric
of the lavender lagoon.
A bud cradled within two tiny leaves
A dulcet design of tantalizing trinity
The proud plant tenderly conceives.
A flower blooming between two tinged leaves
A pristine picture of fervent fulfillment
The passionate plant arduously achieves.
A bridge binding two banks on land lonely
A suturing structure of crafted closeness
In the rhapsodic river euphoria flows freely.
A dormant desire twinning two hearts innately
A child creates the link in paired possession
The triad configures the epitome of life completely.
February 12, 20121
I chose to make 3-line stanza for the contest
Contest : 3
Sponsor : Anthony Biaanco
April 28, 2021
Contest : All Yours (Apr 28)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
End of summer arrives over the hill
with yielding flowers in little red buckets
half eaten pizza boxes discarded at will
theme parks lay vacant as open lockets
a Japanese lilacs gives one last gait
the birds fly south with Autumnary song
shaker knits aired as bathing suits deflate
life begins to slow as we lose the throng
mother earth encases bereft of cloak
and golden fields lay barren without fruit
regardless of the change we opt to stroke
the last of summer as it spills out mute
as the season configures and declines
I go higher up where the sun still shines .
8/11/2019
Writing Challenge 1, August 2019 - Just Write
Sponsor, Dear Heart
Acta Non Verba... Speaks Volumes
The above ad hoc Latin catchphrase,
(concatenated with two English words),
I regale chance reader
immediately sets ablaze
title of poem with timeless adage,
aptly suits this solitary
older male, whose daze
spent on planet Earth
aimless curriculum vitae
configures a zigzag maze
significant blocks of time
poorly aye now appraise
and rue so little forethought
wrought starry eyed glaze
amiss to any Amish,
colonial, horse drawn observer
passing by in their chaise
puzzled, asper my
doggone catatonic gaze
indicative as if me mind
lost in a foggy haze
yours truly attests,
concurs, he now flays
chastises, fulminates, lays
hard and heavy lament,
albeit cloistered frivolous,
lackadaisical, unproductive... ways
apathetic, estranged, indifferent...
ambivalent state comatose phase
toward life, when at young age
lacked joie de vivre evincing braise
zen lee oblivious zombie behavior
upon quick observation displayed craze
zee demeanor synonymous
with institutionalized craze
zee wardens of the state,
and at present realize futility to raise
hullabaloo, when 20/20 hindsight
shines figurative light on
how appeared to laze
about lost in space,
within outer limits
of my own twilight zone ways!
Moving ceiling fan configures the shadow thru light
The lizard is wandering silently to its food
The light is the obstinate demand of the ant-hill
Food is the output gist of the life's death!
© Mahtab Bangalee
23/03/2023