Best Cynosure Poems
With a parting of the crimson seas,
they aren't appeased with just a smile
That girl who walks the star-struck mile
will pay a price that goes unseen
They catch a glimpse and swallow whole.
Then nonchalantly steal her soul,
with no remorse or thought of deeds, ...
just goals to slice her thin, and spill her name,
upon red carpets dyed with greed.
Beneath stiletto stilts she comes.
They think it's fun behind the lie,
that masquerades to dazzle eyes.
Are lonely hearts so worth the prize
while clamored lust engulfs and drowns?
The flashbulbs light the milky way
while voices scream among the fray,
and peel the starlight's skin away.
There is a hole, deep in the dark,
as black as death without a spark
A friend to trust, or out to gain?
To rub a shoulder, hug the fame?
She's guided by an elbow's charm,
disarmed, by tabloids, drowns alone
They're hell-bent on the mystery
The secrets of her universe
A paper doll is thrown to wolves,
is just a soul who has rehearsed
to fade and die, alone........
alone.......with a million flashbulbs drugging her,
...then dragging her.....as she tumbles from the throne....
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For the Contest: Cynosure
Sponsor : Nayda Ivette Negron
A cynosure is he for me -
Night’s diamond beaming brilliantly;
The star I search for in the sky.
When seeing it, I have to sigh!
My emerald and red ruby -
A cynosure is he for me.
A pearl washed up from ocean’s floor
Now shining on a moonlit shore.
A sapphire’s sparkle in the sun;
Most beautiful and precious one!
A cynosure is he for me
Though to him - I’m nothing, sadly.
I long to gleam within his sight.
If I but had his dazzling light,
A cynosure for him I’d be!
A cynosure is he for me.
Written June 25, 2016
for the Cynosure Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
Cynosure,
sly predator,
chatoyant gaze
seeks
dappled ingenue
demurely cloaked in glamour,
object
A mellifluous purr
of lissome stealth’s
ineffability.
death’s
sempiternal panacea
survival.
John G. Lawless
5/14/2016
10 word challenge – Silent One
Chatoyant: Having a changeable luster. A chatoyant stone or gemstone, such as the cat's-eye.
Cynosure: Something or someone who is the centre of attention.
Demure: shy and modest
Glamour: defined as the elegant, exciting or attractive quality that makes someone or something seem special or desirable.
Ineffable: too overwhelming to be expressed or described in words; inexpressible
Ingénue: A naive, innocent girl or young woman
Lissome: Moving or able to move with grace and ease; lithe and graceful
Mellifluous: something musical, melodious or pleasant to hear
Panacea: A remedy for all diseases, evils, or difficulties; a cure-all
Sempiternal: Enduring forever; eternal
Cynosure
Umm..cynosure... what does that mean?
Oh yes, I see...something supreme.
Like dignitary, celeb, sight;
a focal point, or nucleus.
A stunner, prodigy, limelight,
a treasure, magnate, omphalos.
A hero, luminary, ace,
centrality, big gun, big name.
A famous person, worthy place,
or major leaguer of some fame.
A star, a personality;
a spotlight, center of it all.
Exemplar and epitome;
an archetype, original.
Top brass, top dog, a spectacle,
a wonderment or quintessence.
An act of God, a miracle;
immortal, beauty, eminence.
Umm...cynosure...now understood.
To me, it means...superbly good.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: Cynosure
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 07/01/2016
Poised above northern sky for all to see,
of single beauty, heavens diamond sigh.
Man ancient found this mark of north to be,
forever resting, ageless, in darkest sky.
Gods set this mark in answer to mans plea,
lone star of brilliance bright shall never die.
This jeweled orb of evening will shine on,
a song of light, long after mankind is gone.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
6/22/16 ©
Form: Ottava Rima
Rhyme scheme: ABABABCC
Iambic Pentameter
Cynosure: a person or thing that attracts notice, esp because of its brilliance or beauty
A Cynosure of Sadness
As gun has that sense of humour in the trigger,
It triggered my mind that I clouded darkness in your happiness with sadness,
Sadness that is brewed from failure to curb the vase of your love,
Sad that is being punctuated by disappointment that can't bend to your calls,
A gait of loneliness that widens by the open gate of my embarrassment
It is a cynosure of solace.
As magnate files out iron filings from chunks of dust,
Sadness attracts malice intent as it kills happiness,
Sadness embeds itself with deception lie and cheats,
Sadness that fathers hatred a bona fide it savour most,
It sads how love is neutralized in the bog of sadness,
It is a cynosure of sorrow.
A fail in raising the need for house graze fight,
Fight that has an eternal engagement with sadness,
A salt of sadness that blends well in perfect love and kills its soberness,
Halts not and give birth to somber of drunken sadness
It cyclone a clone of peace that can't digest, as it allows to be poisoned,
It is a cynosure of sadness.
Beta splendens poses,
in vibrant aquacolour
gills flared, fins spread
in full display
to the mirror image
on the other side
of the bowl that
is its world.
For the dove and the good of all her love;
Life blood from pen-points paint out an halo.
Thy hallowedness, thy silvery rivers flow
into my flower box. My barn's sprouts live.
Winsome birds bed my head, nestle vainly,
for your soaring blisses make null kisses.
Blue baby I am, my heart throb lisses,
your blue blood on my blue book rhymes gaily.
Her smiler rosy and nesh jingles bells
and the lilies of Lilith are livid.
The blossoms bloom, and my soul kiss avid;
She slobbers winey honey in my dwells.
Her swells dispel spells, and I spell out laud;
words ward off unyoung, life to her young blood.
Cynosure Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Her birth began the moments of cherishing my sweet girl,
her worth finds atonement through perishing my world.
She stands alone in the brilliance of the sky with pink hues,
tiny hands condone in an instance of wearing tiny shoes.
Focus of attention on a center stage with children her age,
a bonus without exemption, engaged in laughter, sweet Paige.
She walks into a room and eyes drop with mouths closed,
she talks to the moon surprised, lovely and composed.
She tip-toes like a sweet angel and sleeps with a white halo,
she flips and goes crazy and leaps like a state-wide tornado.
Crowded around the princess like she owns her own throne,
astounded and priceless, I know my arms she calls her home.
Treated with utmost respect from her peers and family,
created from prose and intellect, a dear girl, quite chatty.
Growing up I always believed in innocent miracles for sure,
when holding Paige I am relieved, my admirable cynosure.
Date Written: June 20, 2016
Cynosure my name,
Pleasure my game.
I wrote this song in 1965
If only I could share it,
I would laugh the pants off of you.
It's about a pair of shoes.
Clib-idy clap, clib-idy-clap
don't mess with my blue suede shoes.
Mama Come home.
So wait for me my love,
oh darling,
you just got to wait for me.
Smile an everlasting smile,
a smile can bring you near to me.
Celia! I am begging you please,
ple -eease to come home.
And I can go on and on
and how I brought you home.
© Al. Juman The "said" Poet 6/24/2016
On the dreary streets of a quaint but callus steadfast hamlet
A pearl in the bluster carries a handwoven sweet grass basket
The umbrella' d tinge of the tiny town was opaque and gray
As the girl in the blue dress out shined the break of day
A beauty comparable to the first hint of light after winters darkest night
Emerging from the black ashes of peril like a beacon in your sight
Walking a well beaten footpath to town that was forged by frequency
She seemed to float on the earth's surface with affluent translucency
With a quick cut through an alley she'd enter a market in the center of town
Where farmers, hucksters, and traders peddled their wares till the sun melted down
There was a hastening hum to the hurry and hustle of the bustling crowds
But she stood out with a deafening silence as does the sun amongst clouds
My ears quelled the chaos as my eyes froze the scene like a loyal horse waiting
She was the sole proprietor of movement in my eye's still life painting
From the first instant I saw her, many pairs of years ago
She implanted herself inside me as a seed with a need to grow
Her smiles were the rain that perked me up when I was wilting
Life is but a patchwork of blocks the gods must be quilting
And if the large design of life were sewn together pieces of fabric effigies
I'm the stitch in the ditch of the piece work that she will never see
When our eyes made contact It was the sunlight I needed to thrive
For I'm but the sapling in the forest fighting for some sun to survive
To survive the cruelties of nature is a feat far from a cinch
Formidable giants must fall for me to gain but an inch
Generations of time pass till the present season is all that I got
And one by one all the old growth must rot
And the timbering of my brethren in the past has been fine
But now I creek when the wind blows and I'm next in the line
Time cannot age youthful thoughts that are as sweet as honeydew
As my mind travels back to that pretty girl in the hand sewn dress of blue
The handful of times our hands touched strengthened me like the winds from the west
I'll never forget the girl in the pretty blue dress
Stars,
sky lights,
mark the way
like the dog's tail
of the Lesser Bear;
cynosure's flag,
the North Star,
sea dogs'
eyes.
a ninette, written June 21, 2016
Lovely dense poem
In the paths of life and death
Ocean in movement
A coveted companion
In a starlight or neon
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June 21, 2016
Could you have ever thought that one day
You would come and stay with me without dad?
Not once did you let such a thought trespass your lifelong service.
Overwhelmed and blessed am I that you are with me, Mother!
Sad that our slotted time is coming close to an end. Your words like a conjurer's trick
Ushered into every drop of my heart. Mom, I'll always treasure and
Remember these days when you felt it was like a return to your parental home. It is
Eternal bliss that you wish your last breath to be in my arms! I want nothing more!
June 30, 2016
For Nayda Ivette Negron
Cynosure ( a person or thing that is the centre of attention or admiration )
~ love without demand
the same each day, despite ALL ...
it means everything ~