Best Coruscate Poems
Coticular seeds.. ''articulate'' splendiferous coruscate! (beside outer) & close to
existence. Intimation beyond reason urges..!whispering as irises sparkle,
''exuding'' oh..! humanity... Ekeing on) as existence seeps....
And entity itself moves in a churning..on the wind, (as ignited the ether) writes your
being come..! and all oppertunley, archane may yet be.! Circles of eternity play..
disporting in the beauty of (becoming created) dancing effervescence...wakes unseen...)
copyright Joe Maverick 2011 3rd/7th
Categories:
coruscate, allegory, visionary
Form:
Free verse
The sea drowned the sun
and light-year lights
coruscate the darkness
with tiny countless carats
of weighted worlds.
Unreachable masses
esteemed by poets
and starry-eyed lovers
whose naivete nurtures
inspiration and romance.
And like the rarest of gems
Appears a great masterpiece
of literature or another
notable love affair.
Categories:
coruscate, night, , literature,
Form:
Free verse
Wealth, body and soul,
Its all that continues to roll,
But what we choose among these as our goal.
Its wealth for sure, and status of course.
Which glister and coruscate,
So glinting and glittering,
And very much eye popping.
If I don’t hold it tight it may fly,
Always beguiling others who passes by.
Second comes the bag of bones- the body,
Walking hand in hand,
Whether its water or sand.
Only needs to be heed with little care,
So eminent it appears,
Its so pretty and rare.
I asked both to accompany me to the God’s acre,
But no one stood,
While walking, I saw back,
And everything I understood.
The one walking with me to my deathbed,
Was the last, the least,
Uncared, unloved, unnoticed,
So limp, so feeble,
It was the “Soul”.
Categories:
coruscate, inspirational, spiritual,
Form:
Were you an airborne fire-fly
Exuding sparkle through its skin...
Mesmerising our keen eye
With daze would not be a sin.
Then, it would be sin to blink
Colour captivating fascination...
Yet, colour cannot stop us to think
And then lead our imagination.
Would your brain scantly bury
In the thin layer of your skin
To coruscate bright not blurry
Through the hide white and thin?
Human skin does not think
Or, will it ever win in a race...
When, with age, it can shrink
No matter what tint on the face?
When God colours conceived
Dominance was not in His mind
What is now being perceived
Colour seems to qualify mankind!
JM
05th January 2014
Categories:
coruscate,
Form:
Ballad
Mood makes us dance to its tune,
Be ready to face its swings.
Changing mood has more seasons,
Some you appreciate and rest others do.
Coming out of your horn its various hues,
make up for the most and endure the worst.
Every pouter too has a chirpy self,
Smallest spark is enough to raise a flame.
Beautiful opiate creates crescendo in symphony,
I love to dance to the mood music !
You entered my life as a magician and a musician,
Come coruscate my life through my mood !!
Categories:
coruscate, music,
Form:
Couplet
Tomorrow I'll see flowers white and I will dance with butterflies,
On grass uncut between my knees. They'll call me pal and gladly I,
Will love them back. The smell of yarrows will refill the empty sky,
While their white blooms will coruscate both on the grass and in my eyes.
Tomorrow I will sing again. I wonder what will butterflies,
Prefer when it will come to music. I will sing while they will flap,
Their whitely purple wings. And yarrows with their flowers white will clap,
So I imagine even worms will have to wake up from despise.
Tomorrow I will feel again inside my soul the butterflies,
As if they are still juvenile. They'll pick my soul and fly up high,
To clouds where yarrows bloom. Those yarrows that caress my inner eye,
Will hold my soul and butterflies there in the transcendental skies.
Tomorrow I will have to wake up when my skin will meet sunrise,
And then again I'll say: »Tomorrow I will dance with butterflies!«
Categories:
coruscate, symbolism,
Form:
Sonnet
...for Leonard Cohen
They unweave the web of lies for you,
lay platters of forgiveness at your feet,
intrigue falters, and the taint of greed,
their soft embraces dutiful and sweet.
They walk you through the fire with measured gait,
distilling all the hatred and the fear,
'til cleansed and ready for the test of faith
you pass through Heaven's gate without a tear.
Emulsified, the portrait of a waif
takes shape, as if transfigured by the Light,
within the crucible you coruscate,
and glow unhindered, gentled by their might.
A waif in Heaven's eyes is like a king,
untrammeled by the trappings of the crown,
in rags, yet fortified by trust and love,
the Sisters pray, you lay your burdens down.
Categories:
coruscate, inspirational,
Form:
Quatrain
GLITTER
Christmas Eve on a cold winter’s night.
My children, the diamonds of my life,
Stand in the garden and, breathless,
See the heavens alight with a host of candles,
Their sprinkle of diamond-fresh points
Like God’s holy yule-tree garlands.
The prosaic stars coruscate in the blink
Of the evening’s twinkle and are quenched by the cloud.
The frozen dappled stream in the moonlight as it breaks
Into low waves lapping over barely-perceived rocks
Bears a necklace of diamonds in silver chainlink.
The village blacksmith strikes his sparks white-hot
In the darkness of the forge and they splash fountain-like
From the anvil and break asunder in a thousand
Tiny splashlets of hot but not yet moulded forms.
The childen’s minds glitter when they perceive
A novel idea and the shining thought enters
Their eyes and voices, creating a cascade
Glittering and twinkling as their minds are sprinkled
With this holy water, at once hot and cold,
And these thoughts and inklings break asunder
In young splashlets not yet moulded, to form
The unquenchable silver diamonds of life.. . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Written by Sydney Peck
Entered in Nette Onclaud’s Contest GLOW OF GLITTER
Categories:
coruscate, inspirational, silver,
Form:
Free verse
...for Leonard Cohen
They unweave the web of lies for thee,
lay platters of forgiveness at thy feet,
intrigue falters, and the taint of greed,
their soft embraces dutiful and sweet.
They walk you through the fire with measured gait,
distilling all the hatred and the fear,
'til cleansed and ready for the test of faith
you pass through Heaven's gate without a tear.
Emulsified, the portrait of a waif
takes shape, as if transfigured by the Light,
within the crucible you coruscate,
and glow unhindered, gentled by their might.
A waif in Heaven's eyes is like a king,
untrammeled by the trappings of the crown,
in rags, yet fortified by trust and love,
the Sisters pray, you lay your burdens down.
Categories:
coruscate, inspirational,
Form:
Quatrain
Crisp white frosted morning
The winter sun just dawning
Ice crystals coruscate
Categories:
coruscate, nature
Form:
Haiku
Sisters of Mercy
...for Leonard Cohen
They unweave the web of lies for you,
lay platters of forgiveness at your feet,
intrigue falters, and the taint of greed,
their soft embraces dutiful and sweet.
They walk you through the fire with measured gait,
distilling all the hatred and the fear,
'til cleansed and ready for the test of faith
you pass through Heaven's gate without a tear.
Emulsified, the portrait of a waif
takes shape, as if transfigured by the Light,
within the crucible you coruscate,
and glow unhindered, gentled by their might.
A waif in Heaven's eyes is like a king,
untrammeled by the trappings of the crown,
in rags, yet fortified by trust and love,
the Sisters pray, you lay your burdens down.
Categories:
coruscate, inspirational
Form:
Quatrain
...for Leonard Cohen
They unweave the web of lies for you,
lay platters of forgiveness at your feet,
intrigue falters, and the taint of greed,
their soft embraces dutiful and sweet.
They walk you through the fire with measured gait,
distilling all the hatred and the fear,
'til cleansed and ready for the test of faith
you pass through Heaven's gate without a tear.
Emulsified, the portrait of a waif
takes shape, as if transfigured by the Light,
within the crucible you coruscate,
and glow unhindered, gentled by their might.
A waif in Heaven's eyes is like a king,
untrammeled by the trappings of the crown,
in rags, yet fortified by trust and love,
the Sisters pray, you lay your burdens down.
Categories:
coruscate, dedication, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
There is a stillness that grips me
in this moment that allows me to see
only the wind blowing through the trees
without affording my ears of its strident sound.
And harmony of heart,tickles the bells
that are pendulous across the way
from where I sleep in the quietude of light's
refractions that coruscate along this sleeping town.
I do not feel alone in this somnolent realm
that has fallen victim to its own deafening
silence of heart,muted by the facile addings
of life that equate to vacuous longing of purity.
Such a fruition of reality causes laughter
within the power of the soul that is aware
of its purpose to gain not of recognition from
spectators,listeners,readers and dung-making wares.
Categories:
coruscate, inspirationallonging,
Form:
Free verse
...for Leonard Cohen
They unweave the web of lies for you,
lay platters of forgiveness at your feet,
intrigue falters, and the taint of greed,
their soft embraces dutiful and sweet.
They walk you through the fire with measured gait,
distilling all the hatred and the fear,
'til cleansed and ready for the test of faith
you pass through Heaven's gate without a tear.
Emulsified, the portrait of a waif
takes shape, as if transfigured by the Light,
within the crucible you coruscate,
and glow unhindered, gentled by their might.
A waif in Heaven's eyes is like a king,
untrammeled by the trappings of the crown,
in rags, yet fortified by trust and love,
the Sisters pray, you lay your burdens down.
Categories:
coruscate, spiritual,
Form:
Quatrain
LAST HURRAH OF THE MELTING SNOWHEAPS
Glisten you snow heaps.
Coruscate your last
In this sun.
For listen - you show
Signs of fading fast.
The sun which now magnifies your import
Will tomorrow bleed you to nothing:
And you will be an ill-recalled memory
In the far off sunny days of spring
………………………………………………………………………………
NOTE
Ever watched a melting snow heap
draining its life in rivulets of jewels like liquid diamonds?
Categories:
coruscate, nature, snow, snow,
Form:
Free verse