Best Effervesce Poems
within the catastrophe awaits a notion
a hook, a thread, an unfurling devotion
forever falling - cascading in time
to always be his and he always mine
sometimes we follow a fading star
find stories in its essence about who we are
about-turn and unravel to expose the substrate
temptation not required for emergence of fate
take a gamble to force the reveal
let go of languor, add tension we can feel
step off the edge and await pure black
find ourselves at the beginning of the very same track
I know him, I've known this but let me dive deeper
uncover the secrets not even known to their keeper
embrace the objective, move ahead of the curve
be inside the slow dance, but simultaneously observe
view backwards, race past predestination
objectively witness moments of true captivation
see from a distance what cognition requires
show me the equation that explains our desires
for we circle and cross and create maps in the sky
bound on this path and I need to know why
there must be wisdom to our blinking pulsation
a purpose that explains all of creation
let me learn of the spark and effervesce in the trail
become one with the meaning as you lift the veil
let me overload and explode into glorious ash
to immerse and burn out in final rapturous flash
Ma Dame, I say to you
as it was written hundreds of years ago
by Francois de la Rochefoucauld,
"True love is like ghosts,
which everybody talks about
and few have ever seen."
And now this poem for you
in my own words....
Amoureaux, the fruits of my passion
are yours, and now
how I delight in your arrival
my hallowed woman
you among the gardenias that blossom...
Pour Vous, I would with my last breath
exhale my love for you
on that day may it be bitter cold
so you could see what you mean to me...
Je t'aime, in my mind
where my thoughts are born
in my heart where emotions reside
and in my soul where dreams become...
Je vous vois, under the Spanish Moss
where the throng of song birds burst into rhapsody
filling the echoing evening effervesce
with the elation of their love songs...
Mon amour, if you this night descend into the abyss
of my loneliness, with the touch of your lips
plants in the moonlit garden will burst into bud...
Je le ferai, inhale your perfume in bold enjoyment
as when one turns the pages of a sacred book
breathes the scent of mystic violets...
Someone left a seed to grow
on barren fertile land.
From seed to tree
for you and me
Its beauty our command.
Someone planted grape vines
along a broken fence.
Now our glasses bubble
with fragrant effervesce.
I see waves of rye and wheat
dancing in bright sun.
Someone plowed those fields for us,
food for everyone.
Sun and sky and clouds above,
who placed those wonders there?
No one standing on this earth
dare try to walk on air.
Moon and stars and lightning bolts,
silver way on high!
What amazing majesty
just to please our eye.
So who then took their time for this?
Does anybody know?
Let me think with all my might.
No one I think—although.....
Written May 16, 2016
How beautiful are April, May and June.
All give enchantment as they come and go.
Each graces me by light of sun or moon.
Sun kisses earth so warmly with its glow.
Oh, April, May and June – their days I love.
All give enchantment as they come and go.
April’s fragrance always I want more of.
May arrives. The sweet perfume keeps coming.
Oh, April, May and June – their days I love.
Early spring – birds winging and bees humming,
yes, come late spring – I’m just as happy too.
May arrives. The sweet perfume keeps coming.
I ask you – how can anyone feel blue?
Why, even by spring’s end, I effervesce!
Yes, come late spring, I’m just as happy too.
June ushers in the summer with finesse.
How beautiful are April, May and June.
Why, even by spring’s end I effervesce!
Each graces me by light of sun or moon.
May 1, 2022 for L. Milton Hankins' An Original Terzanelle Poetry Contest
A set of siblings was in an effervesce
Of blossoms and bubbles.
This world to each was a bundle of joy.
They laugh and played like two girls should.
Somewhat different, as each became older, they would be captivated by desires.
There in a beautiful presence they thrived.
The blossoms were called The Country of Beautiful Florets.
In bubbles, this Country eternally occurred to exist.
God would choose this Country as his Kingdom.
These sibs were of royal blood.
Each emotionally governed the people ways.
Both espoused on the same day.
During one diurnal course, their world became dark
To reveal their purpose.
The bubbles formed a body of knowledge.
The blossoms would transmogrify humanity.
Yet the Country would revolve
Evolutionary to rebuild a new universe.
Worldly prophesy escaped
From a cosmopolitan figurehead.
God had redefined
As known!
The twins were part of his Throne.
Realm in matrimony within the brotherhood.
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Penned March 26, 2015!
ONCE AGAIN
Fanciful images play gentle on the minds of children young and old.
Anticipation becomes a forever word that compels dreams and expectations
to struggle with and sometimes overwhelm impatient patience.
Exotic perfumed scents of fir hovers in the air exciting already taut senses.
It clashes delightfully with the bombardment of brash bright colors that
blink, blink, blink slowly mesmerizing hurried minds into thoughts
of blissful peaceful solitude.
Touch the air. Feel it effervesce with sparks of remembered enjoyment.
Of days filled with colors wrapped and tied into careful gifts brought forth
from a rotund man wearing colors of white and red.
The shadows of log fed flames lightly dance around the room in friendly
shades that caress softly and speak messages of comfort and safety.
Familiar melodies bounce along walls and ring bells of spiritually dusted joy.
Mother, covered with the flavors of passed down recipes drops
her apron and proclaims the evenings feast .
Mouths water from images of epicurean delights and eyes widen
anxious and desperate to take it all in.
Now and then I ask myself...
Can love expressed in this complex manner
cut through the hostilities of everyday inconveniences?
We smile and cheer on this annual ritual in hopes
that in some way this interruption in time
will clear away the sludge that clogs the engine
of soiled relationships bred with the guilt of
Auld lang syne and the countdown to Day one, once again.
C.A.K. 12-12-2012
Hungered for a taste
of your essenced elixir,
drunken inhalations
of your French poetry
a splendiferous whirl
of time & space 'tween
darkly scented moons
and sun's adoration,
blithe starry nights
amidst meditative new
dawn's effervesce,
spirited of the heart,
gleaned in the soul,
yearnings of another
chapter's paradise
universal experiences
etched of hourglass sand,
written upon endlessly
chimerical verses
wildflower gardens drenched
of dandelion's plum wine
swooning under a
hypnotic scripted spell,
intoxicating power
of unchained symphonies
dancing amongst skies'
released euphoria
resonating in a song's
reprised melodies,
breathlessness of delirium's
celestial pauses
in vaporous breezes'
unfurling undulation,
captivated by rhythmic
destiny reverberating in
loins' pleasurable calling
quenched of sacred
offering's quell
transcending earthly
persuasions' rhyme,
let me lick the nectar from
your poesy's insatiable lips,
sweet mercy's healing
captured in rapturous
surrender's reawakening ~
I’ve sipped my tea then let it fester
Now I search in vain for a wrigleys extra
The seminars over but I’m stuck to my seat
Preferring death to the “meet and greet”
Just how does ‘one’ learn to talk shop
stop...(look, listen)
then thoughtfully digest?
Press the flesh
feign genuine interest
On a range of subjects I loathe and detest
Sparkle (effervesce)
Then work the room like a stale breath sex pest
You’re oozing B eau as you move through the room
Your Pink shirt and pin stripes pre-ordained in the womb
Your hairline
your i-phone
your chin like a shoe
Still when I grow up I’d like to be you
Your suicide
Wrests the act from the hand
So that fire can envelop the bottle
And skyward
And bright
And living
Technicolour dances in extremes.
We effervesce and burst
We rise up and with a fury
A million or more
We wilt back onto the vine
Waiting to be harvested and
Transformed into feed for machinery
The blocks and the slabs and
The blocs and the Slavs
And the pointed jagged teeth
Of a rusted saw three thousand times the size of the moon
We jigsaw and puzzle and pile up
And bric-a-brac away the inheritance
Of dead men coming into dead men’s fortunes
We store up and cascade
And chisel
At the face of a dam
As a plague of locusts descends
Within the imagery of Uncle Sam
We shoot in succession
And with twenty-eight barrels
We could split the world to pieces
And commit
Several of the greater nations
Turn and shoot and all goes black
As the litter is circulated
In samizdat and under purple cloth.
The word is most commonly used,
Mental agony and headaches with which it is diffused.
Starting from small kids to the old and aged,
Everyone complains of this as the root of unhappiness,
God knows eventually infants will possess this, I am afraid.
"Mom, too much of homework. I can't sit anymore!",
"Sit back to work and get top marks", she says with anger instead of adore.
"Taxes are increasing with huge rates of interest"
Workload and tensions, loans and apprehensions all on the crest.
I feel, how can one work with complete peace of mind,
When harmony, love and care are so difficult to grope and find.
No effects come on taking homeopathic remedies, I believe.
I think, anger, hatred for work and panick are components which need to be sieved.
Look out for role models like Bill Gates, Indira Nooyi and Mark Zuckerberg,
Passion for work and dedication do they possess,
Procrastination of work and short temper do they curb.
Now will you ask, "How do I ditch this tension of mine?",
Talk to people you trust, listen to some music and enjoy your work; eventually things will turn fine.
Dear fellow people, remember to be patient and to follow your passion,
I guarantee you will sew up your agony and tension.
Have faith in yourself- and before that, God.
Take intervals and there's no requirement to be angry and hot.
Don't get pushed by negative people around you,
Be effervesce and stop fights to brew.
Be happy and positive
Hold calmness and joy in your captive.
O, Basilisk keeping across the unsinkable surface of water,
desperately fleeing the terrible hunger of monstrously ravenous mouths,
supported by ripples of light,
as adrenaline, faith and delight appear to allow the impossible task of traversing the river of night, as the bluegills below the remarkable sight of a lizard escaping a death of forsaken repose effervesce with a watery awe,
is an ingenuous talent as yours unremittingly earned?
Aug 28, '18
As clear
as crystal,
living waters
effervesce the fountain
of life
Moonbeams shining down
effervesce upon my tongue
Tickling my soul
Contest: Pieces
All in Pieces
I turn the cold, sparkling, silver knobs
and the raging hot water splatters up the porcelain.
Milky bubbles effervesce the scent of lavender,
and I plunge into the baptism of fire.
The water scalds and blisters my skin.
Let it burn.
Let it hurt.
Let me feel my flesh ripple and peel to the surface.
Poached parchment—
memories to be shed.
Blood streams from my wounded skin.
Your acidic stain is replaced with
raw, fragrant flesh.
Development laps at emaciated canvas
Exponential images whisper a thousand words
Chemical dip shifts generic into candid
Graphic effigy given vigour by a brief submerge
Slippery minutes expand sqare memoir
Retrieved from squalid pool, jumped illustrious
Pregnant with wisdom from an embalm
Faith puts detail on paper basic miscellaneous
Source of light firms fine composition
Blankness bask enables solid ice to effervesce
Supernatural Spirit delivered christens
Fermented parchment finds miracles manifest
15th February
Philosophic Rearrangement