Best Emblazoned Poems
Adorable, enticing as beauteous glance,
Engaging, evocative as a ballet dance
Luring passions flaunting moody stance;
Poetry is music strumming from heart,
Lyrics of life emblazoned in poetic art.
It’s a smile of Venus on moonless night,
Ruby rose abloom midst wintry plight;
Verses of harmony embossed in rhyme
Of wisdom, witty words, eternal as time,
Expressions of mind streaming sublime.
Poetry is nourishment to vacuous soul,
Meaningful words inner voices extoll,
Metaphors, simile, elusive moods cajole;
Musings inimitable~ we cannot clone,
Neither can we cage, nor can we own.
Endearing, amiable~ it’s ballad of love,
Pure, passionate, as cooing of a dove;
A lighthouse guiding ships through dark,
On vacant thoughts, enlightened spark,
Charming dismal morn, a song of lark.
She's untouched fruit
from forbidden orchards
barren and wrinkled
with fragmented twigs,
whirling to the beat
of melancholic musings
of black-winged butterflies
that croon and reflect
the true tragedy of a queen
waiting for the
return of her king.
Beneath splitting dusks,
above wicked woodlands
of weathered grim dreams,
personified pomegranate seeds
drip in sangria sins
that feed her fears and lies
from familiar chalices,
but below the streams of
poetic gardens,
raspberry rivers taste
sweeter than honeydew melons.
Cosmos decipher
her destiny designed
for a silhouette emblazoned
in tarnished trinkets,
But there's nothing left
In her shining throne
that reflects in sorrow
like a tombstone
adorned with tilted
tulips and wilted roses
in a ruined wilderness.
All that remains is
a crown that lays
amongst ebony
and bones covered in
cobwebs coated in
memories and hurt.
Her tears swiftly freeze
into frost glazed lakes
holding the last breeze
of mourning dunes
searching for a valley
with his finest tune,
but empty chambers below
her feet echo with ghosts
of his rhymes,
as pantoums tangle in the
paralyzed streaks of
her golden hair.
She sits in silence listening to the wind
carrying wicked witches
and mythological stones,
Hearing the tale
of beloved cities separated
by unforgiving constellations.
If eternity can be illustrated
with calligraphic scriptures,
this poetic saga will reveal
immortal affections
through metaphors that
stretch beyond medieval
manuscripts of an
infinite infatuation.
....in retrospect
There were mirrors there
Behind it, where all the Jews would hide
How can someone blame the black despair?
All You were, was a mirror over there
Flooding naked imagery
Flowing naked mercury
Proof there were no fa-ked lies
Unless words were pressed against the frame
Somehow you couldnt recognise...
your name...
Half blinded..
Besides, you would deny it anyway
One day while searching for those wandering Jews
Purple flowers in my garden winked at me
" we are they, if so you choose"
The mirror held was upside down
(It never mattered anyway)
So I kept on walking on and on
Until this very day
Ive heard it said just the other day
They used it to flash the sun
Hoping it would shine away
As some were hiding in its shade
A million miles away
Behind that fragile pane of glass
The looking glass kept looking past
And keeps looking for today
Looking at the torn disguise
And the lying enemy eyes
Though their lips were moist with movement
As yet the sound remained unheard
The spoken word was truth
One day it all may come to you
Whispered by a little bird
Ive held so high your high regard
And so your high esteem
Your badge of broken Jew
And friends by lives devided seen
I tried imagining I was you
Walking, standing in your wretched shoes
To us were done similar things
They also covered up the truth
In fact its happening here and now
How much cover do they need?
In honour tried to imitate , sometimes even emulate
Your cheeky contraband
Conducting your own orchestra
While playing your own band
This mirror holding up I see
If I was ever to wear those clothes
Emblazoned by a David star
Embattled with a Jewish scar
I wish to have your nose
The link between us circumcised
A covenant yet not broken
A people not yet broken by the blues
My love was found
Intact profound
In around
the nation of the Jew
I blow smoke of dreams to daffodil streams,
beneath the sky, engrossed in love’s last sigh,
while this heart quivers, drunk on astral fever,
in the kohl-lined arms of the cold midnight,
kissing my soul in silver slivers…
O velveteen warrior, allow my gaze to trace lifelines~
sailing interstellar seas of electric stars
wrapped in whimsical wisps,
to leave our closing phrase on the lips of moon-haze,
as I breathe the silk of Luna’s wistful breeze~
drawn from the rosy dusk of his restless repose...
And this pearl ~ the nebulous clarity ~
emblazoned in pixelated poetry,
shall be the timeless spark of twin flames,
amidst the pull of bruised-blue silence…
A wounded star
f e l l
to Earth on the night he left.
It grew too heavy with wishes made by my heart being bereft.
A twinkling star shattered into pieces of a million bits or more
when my deluge of requests weakened its fiery core.
Wishing upon heavenly bodies is what we dreamers do.
I hope this one forgave me when it bid the night adieu.
How painful it must have been to fade as a shining star,
plunging to its death from the weight of my scars.
Glistening light darkened when its points were b r o k e n,
chiseled away by caustic words, bitterly spoken.
Would if I could, gather all the little pieces in my hand
and mold them into a new star upon love's command.
Until I find a way, in fragments the shards will remain,
a Heavenly body now fallen because of love's disdain.
Once emblazoned as fire, it was a diamond drifting across the sky.
I will be forever guilt-ridden with sorrow, knowing I caused it to die.
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September 21, 2016
All The Little Pieces Contest sponsored by Broken Wings
There’s fire in the way your eyes do smolder
with lust your gaze caresses every curve
of my body making you grow bolder
to trill and pluck and tingle every nerve.
Arousing touch awakens my desire
as waves of passion roll like timpani,
ravished by your rapture takes me higher
our movements in sonata symphony.
Your bow - my violin we do unite
on rhythmic notes of ecstasy we fly ~
entwined our heartstrings vibrate through the night
emblazoned love songs burn across the sky.
In Stradivarius intensity
crescendo joins your virtuosity.
Susan Ashley
April 15, 2018
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Your Best Sonnet 2018 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
~ Tenth Place ~
Premiere Contest: Any Rhyming Poem In April
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Your bow - my violin we do unite
on rhythmic notes of ecstasy we fly
entwined our heartstrings vibrate through the night -
emblazoned love songs burn across the sky.
Susan Ashley
September 22, 2020
~ Third Place ~
An excerpt from: Making Beautiful Music Together (written April 15, 2018)
Submitted for contest: Sept. 22, 2020
Premiere Contest: Rithimus Divisa 6
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
A friend once told me
How he was fascinated by me-
By how I could walk up to absolutely
Anyone and be their best friend,
Switch cultures like t-shirts
Emblazoned with "I heart
Fill-in-the-blank..."
I'm not sure quite how to explain
How once you've observed society
For long enough you realize
That just about everyone you
Will ever meet acts just like
Your own teenage brother,
Like your mother, your father,
Like your little sister-
Like the best friend you've
Known for your whole life...
Everyone has heard the phrase,
"We're all God's children,"
But it seems like everyone
Is suddenly blind to their
Family resemblence
When one of them says,
"Que tal, manito?" instead of
"What's up, bro?"
Don't tell me that it's
Not possible for you
To communicate with
Someone whose birth certificate
Lists a country of origin
That's different from your own-
Don't say you can't pick up
New language when "YOLO"
Was not an expression that
Existed on the face of the Earth
Until a couple of years ago...
Besides, we both know how you
Always found a way to
Gossip in class, by shooting hand
Gestures and loaded glances
Halfway across the classroom-
Halfway across a globe never
Seemed all that different to me,
So maybe that's the reason
I was never fazed
By a language barrier.
When you make love to me with spoken word
Emblazoned body burns in ecstasy
Desire’s cadence by my heart is heard
And secret wants demand supremacy
When you make love to me with wanton gaze
A melody of moistness throbs within
Your gnawing glances do ignite the craze
Of body burning bright in sultry spin
When you make love to me with mute caress
Your hand usurps the moon and draws the flow
Of inner tides that rush in to posses
Your lips and mouth, a quenching to bestow
When you make love to me you set her free
Seductive Mistress of your fantasy
Jade
Chaste and more graceful
Than the white canvassed Dhow:
Reclines sweet Nefertiti
Upon a Blue Nile breeze.
Fabled entity more whiter
Than the purest white snow
That thickly blankets
And folds over the wide Pyrenees.
Dipped is thy beak
Into a harvesters August sunset;
A Bohun proper,
Gorged and chained with a crown;
Tipped Argent quills
Thus scrawl across royal warrants:
Plodding, punctilious creature -
Of high born renown!
Proudly thy trumpet Lancastrian ascension,
Emblazoned on a Heraldic shield;
Pomp and indignation
Paddling alongside contemptuous scorn;
Sinuous neck of Serpentine undulations
Tensioned as if a Longbow -
On whose plaited strings
The sturdy Yeomans Bodkins were drawn!
And did Columbines mask
Ever hold such indignant eyes
For whose feathered heart
The diligent cob did attend?
His sedulous efforts
To court within impassioned grunts
When intertwining throats
Do abouts and lovingly wend.
O, Cygnus olor!
En monde bosse - glittering Dunstable jewel;
Pen and immortal verse
Chart beside heavens gilded streams.
For under old mariners discarded stars
And above silvered byways:
Whoop the beat of dusted wings
Inside slumbering clouds wandering dreams.
She lures every body’s attention with her sunny charm
and her radiant skin that dazzles bright like golden rays.
Emblazoned with vibrant colors of fiery summer sun,
her gorgeous silhouette surges her grace and elegance.
Vivacious nature of her lights up every gathering
as she fully mirrors the pizzazz of a sunny day.
Everyone wants to playfully bask in her glowing warmth
while she gently sways with her inevitable presence.
She is abundantly gracious in spreading love and joy
as if she's in charge to animate life itself with fun.
A bright symbol of awakening for sharing the light
that she seeks out to be enriched with spiritual brilliance.
Flower of sun she is for dispelling the shades of grey
with her vibrancy fades away all clouds of depression.
Date: 04/02/2017
Art Gallery. Museum. Parks. Zoo.
Cultural Events.
Glazed like raku pottery
In charcoal rainbows warbled all dark
On pidgeon necks
Like hell’s angels, dumbed,
Blowing smoke through your mind
In a haze of dreams
The city is made of a giant fractal wart
On a witch’s cheeks there’s blush.
Movies. Games. Bars. Clubs.
Cultural Events.
Maybe she’s singing a hymn
With forked tongue
The green fires burning gold and money
Into the skies pitch red
Flirting and skirting sale-priced
Fashion iconography. Architecture
Sophisticating the simple desires.
You’re lost.
Foreclosure. Lawsuit. Divorce.
Cultural Events.
Emblazoned with some valor
Flags of the dead days
Killed like a haiku short-lived
Plopped one by one
Your teeth fell.
Bankruptcy. Fired. Laid off.
Cultural Events.
Brightly darkly the shiny sheens
Of sweat they bubbled in blood red and iron
In that champagne of success
Guilt. Acne. Alcohol. Headache.
Cultural Events.
The feather dust flies and the smell of tar
Rubber in your face
We have drug solutions for your
Unhappiness.
Cancer. HIV. Vaccines. Death.
Cultural Events.
Beer gardens, beer babies, beer bellies,
Beds, homes, and wined babes
Pretty victims and voices they make
Cultural Events.
The city life careened my poetry
Towards those
Crazy wronged right fools
Still swimming the street in search
Furtive, arms afire just fighting
Firing, fleeing into those chains.
Claims. Refrains. Drowned Voices.
Cultural Events.
As growing season halts at summer's end
Green leaves begin to starve for chlorophyll
Sun rays cook nutrients now trapped within
The leaves change colors with the frosty chill
Emblazoned mountains burn with Autumn's fire
Bright flame like red and orange yellow leaves
A russet carpet is the grounds attire
More beautiful than any could conceive
And yet we never cease to be amazed
The coat of many colors nature wears
Each fall we watch the smokeless leafy blaze
"Til winter winds disrobe and trees stand bare
Igniting our illusions with a view
Those Autumn fires in trees of russet hues
October 21 2016
The night grows heavy as the bells do toll,
And tears will fall, all will behold.
As deep in Gods earth is laid to rest half a soul
Once entwined and beautifully blessed.
Now those left behind will cry out with envy,
For the peace of ages the lost holds so clearly.
Those hearts left behind will cry out with the cold
As bittersweet memories circle of old.
Emblazoned images circle of walks once walked,
As the other half now goes with God to talk.
Hearts do tremble with sadness that once knew love,
As time stretches, a lonely run begun.
Time will carry forth until the other flies free
Dispatched by deaths angel to soar with the breeze.
Then those dispatched by deaths’ grim thoughts will unite
Together to find peace at last.
As the breathes of two souls will heal and hold fast,
And love will again hold them close, at last.
I'm silk-fire, curled in emblazoned quartz horizons,
Of aurous equator, rising in smoke as a secular bird,
From own fossil-ashes, flying to distant honey-shores, scarlet spun,
Stretching across merlot crusts of earth, like a coal-storm, sobered
Yet, my heart is not a silent sandstone, flaming with rage,
It whispers to my Mon Cherie, my arctic air,
In dialects of redolent romance, midst ethers of space,
And he, who fuels my glory by igniting spirit, emerges in graphite flares
Our skies are not sketched with rose-gold glitters,
Rushing in a black-horse's symphony,
crashing porcelain herbs,
We paint universe in ruins of lead and metallic cinders,
Me and arctic air, breathe as one in thunderous heartbeats of reverb;
Orbiting in jade bonfires of ornamented redwood,
While cradling wrath in crimson vineyards,
Has any nurtured offspring of starburst hope withstood,
If our eclipsed union is a toxic twinkle upon sacred lotus' haven-yarns?