Best Embellishes Poems
He makes me see in color
when I’m enshrouded in my grey.
His hues of happiness twirl and dance
and my life takes on a different stance.
~~~Beauty birthed in blessings believed~~~
He gifts to me...
reassurance in reality’s revelations!
His color blind eyes
make my truth blind ones see...
My words are wonderfully wise
Passionately poignant
Honestly heartwarming
Sensually scintillating
Oh la la lacious…simply delicious
vibrantly colored in vivacious!!!
These are the word colors
he mixes on my page’s palette
with his own signature artistry.
He embellishes the plain canvas of my mind
a kaleidoscope revelry….I see
This color blind poet,
this mentoring friend
is a man who carries a name
which says it all...
Lamoureux: the one who loves
He's a lover of colors he cannot see
because he’s gifted them...
He’s gifted them all
to me
Eileen Manassian Ghali
For Richard Lamoureux's Contest
Who Do You Think I am
September 26, 2015
You paint your pictures, on the canvas of my mind.
Ebbing and flowing, as your thoughts become released.
Texture and color, are displayed with every line.....
From another poem
If I could see in color.....
Richard Lamoureux
Miles in a coaster, a day and hours elapsed,
Felt the utmost relief when the whirling wheels halted;
So weary and dizzy, even a smile seemed so hideous
But an in peace slumber I desperately craved for;
Eyes wide-opened at the chirping of euphonious birds,
Stirred myself with hankering for the glimpse of exquisite village,
But still a dawn blanketed in frosty mist, sight diminished,
I’d only steal the blurry scene of Tang valley;
An hour after, when the glorious sun showed its perky visage,
Outside I stood relishing the splendor of the hamlet
And savoring the icy breeze wafting underneath my nose
With succulent aroma from the Mother Nature;
Amidst undulating hills and mountains down lay a quiet place,
So called Tang enclosed by rich vegetation and iridescent river
That embellishes the heavenly place superfluously picturesque,
Enticing all man into the blissful homeland of Tang Valley;
Houses clustered and down beneath the farmyard,
Divine school stands with its pride upheld
And hallowed veneration anyone would esteem,
It is so-called Tang Central School elevated of late;
Established in 1965, primary to middle since last year,
Now shines the school proud and gratified of its new recognition
As the central school bestowed with prerogatives and autonomy,
And concurringly, rejoicing its Golden Jubilee in eons;
Postures upright like inert figurines in a park,
Crescendo of unripe singsong voices spring at eight and thirty,
Crooning the sincere words of praise and homage to Tsa-Wa-Sum
That infuses the all hearts with never like joie de vivre;
A trickle of erudite whizzes and astute greenhorns
Gathered deep delved into a bond of kinship with no antipathy,
But an unremitting fondness amongst solicitous brethren-
A purveyor of ecstasy as its depiction I call for the beautiful home.
Eager to bring a smile to my day,
you share your love in the sweetest way.
And I bask in the warmth of your smile;
freed from reality: for a while.
Hope embellishes fanciful dreams:
as wishes get cast upon moonbeams.
And passion's flickering flames begin
to ignite desires that burn within.
Garnered from the innocence of youth,
lovers rely upon trust and truth.
And when I am frightened or in pain,
I think of you, and it keeps me sane.
Gleaning confidence from a life shared,
borrowing your courage, I'm less scared.
And while swept off my feet by its force,
indescribable love guides my course.
A magical moment, made sublime,
we share a kiss: set adrift in time.
And all my doubts disappear at last:
like fading ghosts of an ancient past.
"Perfect Partner"
as vibrant aroma of ecstasy explodes
pure pleasure of passion ignites and implodes
a gentle charisma embellishes a true charmer
you shall always reign as my White Knight in shining armour.
once you kidnapped my heart and released my soul
gathering each broken half and created a whole
tasting love at first sight you fashioned our love nest
and everyday I thank God for this treasure; I'm blessed.
with a flowery bouquet' you brighten my space
as we share precious moments playing kissey face
in sickness and health you caressed hurt and pain
in times of turmoil your strength held me sane.
a beautiful essence encircles our tender emotions
as water cascades into beauty of oceans
a loving companion, a lover, a friend,
a heavenly husband whose love never ends.
you finish my sentence as we share sweet dreams
embracing our children as golden sunbeams
caring and thoughtful are always your attire
forever you constantly satisfy my heart's desire.
a romantic Romeo has captured his fair Juliet
chemistry is as potent as the day we first met
you intoxicate my senses as a fragrant wine's bouquet'
you are my endless love within our cherished chalet'.
*For Gail Doyle's My Endless Love Contest ...
*Sept. 16, 2012 ...
Autumn’s moon over the woods shines white
while I walk listening to nature’s sounds
drifting throughout and the gravel below my feet.
The shift of light embellishes trembling leaves
a haunting feeling of dread overcomes me
as pools of shadows cast across the ground.
With anguish, wet mist and fever dew
press a silence surge on my heart to pound fast,
numb with fear I sit against a tree
drawing my knees-up close to my chest
laying my head down upon them wearily.
Hearing a sound,
I freeze drawing a short breath,
I rise to my feet to see.
Moving cautiously,
branches creak and leaves rattle in flight
a sharp breeze springs up
slicing through the darkness.
As I keep in the shadows
from the faint glimmer of the moon,
hoping that the blackness
around me will leave soon.
Weak with fear, and silent cries,
tears trickle down my cheeks as the night dies.
I say a small prayer
as the rising sun brings streaks of blue skies.
9/17/2017
A treasure of water surrounded by the mountains,
Is where my jolly grandpa resides,
Sea green water embellishes enchanting fountains,
And, the ducks swim around water slides.
The surreal vision of the majestic mountain lake,
From my grandpa’s wooden home,
How I wish time would apply a brake,
And, I receive the freedom to roam.
A horrific reality perturbs my dream,
As I walk closer to the lake,
Heaps of garbage block the main stream,
Putting the water quality at stake.
Engines of motor boats roar with might,
Tourists queue up, for an adventurous ride,
For fun, we sacrificed the right,
Look, our lake has dried and the ducks have died.
Our beautiful lake has stopped shedding tears,
Now that her children are deaf and blind,
Our ancestors preserved it for endless years,
Shamefully, we left our duties far behind.
The fishes in the lake stare at me,
With the hope that their ecosystem is secure,
A promise that I will make them free,
And, their home clean and pure
The earth beneath is slowly engulfing our lake,
Punishing us for our brutal and mindless actions,
When will we learn from our unforgivable mistakes?
Do we wait for nature’s disastrous reactions?
Sweet as Christmas candy cane
She takes away my pain
Embellishes low spirts
Then she’ll crystallise the rain
With care, wraps up my anguish
Topped off with festive bow
Ensures there’s room within her inn
When I have no place to go
She jingles my bells when I’m going through hell
turns my tears into to snow flakes
With her jovial spell
Illuminates darkness with twinkling lights
embraces me warmly When Jack Frost bites
She’s a gift of the very highest degree
My Angel
My star
Adorning my tree
The most precious of baubles
Such a Yuletide time cracker
She can loose herself in this seasonal Chatter
She disperses my worries
and breaks them all down
They don’t seem so huge
As they fall to the ground
Like a magical snow globe
She shakes up my sadness
She’s my sparkling tinsel
and fills me with gladness
My dearest of friends who I treasure so deeply
Always thinking of others
and sings oh so sweetly
The tune of this heavenly holy night
Sprinkling hope as saint Nicholas takes his flight.
sun’s lucent red orb
creamy brume embellishes
beams shimmer in sea
Curtains, at Grandma’s house,
hide the inner sanctum -
memories remodeled.
—Quote by Poet
I Recall Curtains
Loveliness is lace; I recall curtains.
Village without curtains; and lace.
One bow on a pine, lopsided star.
Intricate lace is snow white.
Many pines in the mountain skies,
the chimney and post office spire
pointing at the twinkling stars, all
hover over the curtainless village.
Rocking horse and spinning top, highlight
the two-storied “Toys and Games.”
I wonder who lives upstairs at the “Bakery.”
Such a teeny tiny village offering, yet
the daintiness embellishes a Winter wall;
Loveliness is lace; I recall curtains.
If in the flushing garden path you walk forlorn
And the hue of the sunburst sky embellishes you
You’ll see me defined in the floating cloud
You won’t be lonely, for I won’t ever leave you.
If on the desert dunes you trudge desolate
And follow the mirage to the hazy horizon
You’ll reach the oasis of my heart
You won’t be alone, for I won’t ever desert you.
If on the golden beach sand you lie abandoned
And the waves make pearly lattice around you
You’ll see my yearning embrace you with adornment
You won’t be lost, for I won’t ever forsake you.
If in the stream of cascading dream you float
And sail your heart to the bay of longing
You’ll hear in the hum of ripples my captivating song
You won’t be dismayed, for I won’t ever disown you.
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November 19, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
Addendum
The prerequisites have been established.
The requirements have been met.
The struggles have been suppressed.
The strife is the burden that coexists.
Now when it is time to make a transition,
We must not ignore that
The United States Constitution is in need of political activism or an addendum.
Revamping in form, we must seek militantly a practice of communism.
May I speak freely.
As the freedoms of this country state that I can.
The situations that go unspoken well destroy man.
An as women deny the knowledge, infant mortality has prevalence.
We don’t want to wake-up and find that society has been downsized.
Yet, this will be our descendants outcry.
We know that the future of any country is what we do today.
Tomorrow is a focus that situates.
We have become older adults and know life has been lived.
So why are we in denial of the same apprehension the founding fathers perceived?
Timeline agates before our face of the stages that this nation manifested.
When the founding fathers wrote the Constitution that provided visionary scope,
Part of building a great nation is to know when transgression is the greater source.
I am speaking about the natives of a diverse country of all colors.
Rumination of history is not to be shown.
We all are in this landmine together even when division is known.
You can sense the essence of segments of people formed.
We control our people when there is need for control
Like in time of natural disaster, unnatural occurrences, and war.
Addendum to prevent the surrender of humanity to conspicuously henceforward difference in free will.
One that captivates the infrastructure of this great country.
An addendum is afterthought that was not a substructure needed during our birth.
However, with immigration and the troubles that we confront,
Democracy is not negated only strengthen.
Militant communism is defined as the delineation of a nation collectivism in time of natural disaster, unnatural occurrences, and war.
We are only worth what we strive for.
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Written March 15, 2016!
Enriched is the soul that embellishes the mind!
FOR THE LOVE OF HUMANITY
I have no back no front.
But, I can stand beside you.
I can be your friend -
Your ally in time of world war.
United States of America -
What is the state of today?
Are we losing focus of a better way?
Or
Are we gaining in eradication?
I have a holistic hub of advice.
I am here when you need a good cry.
When the situation calls for a hug,
I will wrap my arms around you.
United States of America –
North America is magnanimous.
We are a part and diverse.
That is of a beautiful world.
For the love of humanity –
Let’s come together and
Make a better place to live.
This is our country - as it is.
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Written March 22, 2016!
Enriched is the mind that embellishes the soul!
World is us - World is the universe.
Pioneers had to cut down thousands of trees
to build their shacks and to stay warm
in harsh winters; we cut them down
for huge profits...not caring about
the devastation of deforestation
that soon will cause floods and landslides.
When Nature dies, everything that embellishes
the lovely and green landscapes dies with it;
a land without shrubs and trees is a desert
with miles of cracked soil that rain won't saturate
and make vegetation grow to attract humans,
fauna and flora to make everything lively.
I have used my keen sight to describe it,
and instinct to anticipate the dreariness to come;
doesn't joy derive from something grown,
and beauty from something seen and admired?
But where's the commitment that all should make
to keep our land a Paradise for everyone to enjoy?
We should profoundly lament when Nature dies from neglect
and abuse...hear the sorrowful cries of fowls and wolves,
of other animals that used to roam and graze
on prairies and wild meadows on breezy days;
and how can we survive without the crops
in due season? Won't we perish and disappear like Nature?
Verlena S. Walker
Vivacious being
Earthly skin tone
Reality of the world
Living for the moment
Entertained by her imagination
Never lost in thought
All aspects of life are focal points.
(S.) ensual sensitivity endeavoring triangle
(E) verlasting is her stride.
(X) is the answer mark
(T) ogether with those that are important.
(O) nly a spirit embodied
(N) either way is preferred.
Willing to enrapture emergence
As is derives innovation
Lively and invigorating
Keeper of the Shrine of God
Enshrined by faith and religion
Rich is the soul that embellishes the mind.
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Penned on January 04, 2015!
[A] World is us.
[The] World is the universe.
Attuned to captivity from the freedoms denied to others internationally,
only defines true political activism.
Benevolence does not just form even in civilization.
We must annihilate those that deny peace.
This is where we find our true leaders.
For the love of God, let’s stand together as a method of wealth.
Formulate the terrorist to close the flood gates.
Our grief and bereavement states that we will die one day.
Therefore, our journey should not be negated by killings premeditated.
The world as a systemic force defines the people who invest in hope.
The emotions shown from unnatural occurrences demarcates a new system of
government.
Forum for Discussion - we will define (M)ilitant (C)ommunism.
It is our civic duty to bring forth new theory.
A world as us deals with our home front.
Unnatural occurrences do shape world war.
Once ignored, it overwhelms the balance of amity and peace.
We are the people that find responsibility in ideology.
Militant communism is to be.
For the love of God, let’s endow humanity a greater passage to a new era where
peace is positioned in precarious time and not through terrorism
contradicting creation and life.
For the love of God, we should appose right from wrong where we do not
condone beheading at all, but stand together to eradicate all aberrant
mind-sets to preserve human existence.
For the love of God is an outcry that describes a terrorist attack.
For the love of God, Why?
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Written March 24, 2016!
Enriched is the mind that embellishes the soul...