Best Fascinations Poems
When splendor shimmers hypnotized glance
O, glamour, how captivating is your stance,
Aesthetic, harmonious, brushstrokes of art,
Flaring embers of elation in enamored heart.
Opulence of your aura lights glorious flame
Showcasing gems, glittering ornate acclaim
Ravishing pulses-fervid of inflamed desire
From stunning demeanor of alluring attire.
You are a flirtation, an enchanting display,
An embroidery woven, motifs exotic relay,
On fabric of life, teasing impulses of mind;
Fascinations galore, masterminds designed.
Yet, I wonder, if your charm is real, is it all true,
Are you a diamond, through and through;
Be not spurious, be not dubious, divulge a clue,
Behind glittering façade is it genuine you?
Be not a counterfeit to unsuspecting sight,
O, glamor, dazzle not, sparkling false delight
For inner halo is brighter that a phony smile,
Be the authentic grandeur of affluent style.
The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the grasp of pristine pictures brushed and painted
Afore the overtures tubular bells; now sounding
Strewn, beneath the curatives silverish moon
Sirventes tunes, born, within fascinations bloom
These meant to be rhymes, amid Dorothy Gales times
Over somewheres prized amphoric rainbow
Arched imaginations, of fantasias floriferous creations
Breathing their pollinating light, within every breath that they breathe
Escaping the carcinogen caverns through torchbeared passages
Beyond the flesh rent falls and encumbering shawls
Carved crude, these animus meshed jackets
Encased within the chamber once laced
Unto broken bricks of concretes chained
Like Percivals plight....
Unmentioned between the lores, this wondering upon metaphoric shores
While barricaded by the calibrated stone engraved
Until antinomy could devise no more; yet
"If all we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream?"
Scream, and shatter these williwaws window panes
Awakening, beyond their oblique orbs of obscurities, void
To find 'The Holy Grail,' amid incarnadines blinding night
This veil removed, as clarity becomes now focused
Stepping from the shadows of the corners once webbed
Crossing, these sunsoaked sands of sunrises preached
With reaching hands, to touch the braille upon windings trails
Which only led back to the same gruesome pangs
Of a souls once upon a times, bound in maimed
Reading the writings on the wall, as cascading waters broke
The pinnacle of lost, tumbling and crashing to the reef
Belief, of a life breaking free from the dampened day
When faith became submerged beneath the assailant currents of
Hopes castaway possibilities....
Branded into their eyes, by the father of disguise
But no more as the clock struck three, and inversion, began to flee
Awakening from a dream, where nothing, was what it seemed
Dorothy Gales amphoric rainbow, draped upon a cross ~
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Percivals Promise!?
When there’s nothing you can do but linger
In a good book, a movie or game…
Because the dear Lord used his gentle finger
To leave the country in a frosty sparkle,
Just like a wonderland, kissed perfection,
Moody hues of melancholy, blended beautiful,
In whispers of sunlit moments, silent reflection,
Erases all the fears, the tears, the discouragements.
Snow falls quietly, blinding the temptations,
Leaving a lonely ache, despite its gladness,
Joy for free in those who breathe fascinations,
Grace, hope and love that believe in always.
While we spend our moments, resting,
Smiling through tranquility – soft music
Coloring the moments in gold, protesting,
Will these snow days lessen our stress?
As the snowflakes drift through the night,
Spreading the beauty throughout our life,
Moments bleed joy with a peaceful light,
Reaching beyond the rivers of our worst strife.
Even though we often admire this creation,
All white and graceful like a postcard,
We fail to share thanks for this lovely sensation,
The melody of a moment built into destiny.
Yes, God, I’m grateful for the beauty of your light,
Caressing the soul with a blanket of hope,
Falling gently, soothing away the darkest night.
Reminding me why there are always blessings in life.
Snowy moments are precious to our soul.
Cascading miracles who hearten and make us whole.
© Charles H Keys, 2011. All Rights Reserved
Talking anxiously to myself,
Thoughts fresh of the new,
Some deliberate, others not,
Thoughts old and forgotten,
Mostly familiar or so it appears.
Still wondering why
Am I here? Or maybe not.
Is not the grass still green?
And the snow ... white and cold,
Where is this said?
What awaits me down the road?
Empty fascinations with token vague memories of yore
... lost,
Maybe forever, so meaninglessly insignificant
Here am I for what?
There has to be God or
Why else can I be,
If not to taste fresh air
To soar as an eagle - free, unattached into wherever,
Alone, asphyxiated from man-made constraints.
The aroma of fresh baked bread,
Life awakened life to be lived
The beauty of it all, so green and blue
Warm and cool sunned by our creator
Life lived inside and out.
I thirst for inner quiescence,
Beyond the realm of the mundane and the lost,
Far from the useless and
... the hurt from the heartless, of so many so often,
A universe of everything that is ... in harmony.
A Pauper I am, a Prince I am not, tethered,
Mesmerized in the day-to-day nothingness,
Unsatisfied with the uneventful
I am here, pleading for answers
Of life’s painful purposeful ignorance of each other.
Words On The Go - playfully plying wordplay
A Reverse Rant, not averse to a terse verse
sublime rhymes of the times, no Writer's Block to unlock
a poem off the shelf To My Teenage Self
Who Would I Bring Back? We the People, our Secret Selves
The Transcendent Ms Vincent beckons Morris the Thesaurus Tortoise
to leave his shell and ride Arabians to Zebras
and write Cities of Sonnets, Graduations, Fascinations, alliterations
and Heartache's Milkshakes that take the cake
it's the Little Things that give her wings
as dulcet words awake and sing
we open our peepers For The Silence Keepers
Dressing Up Silly Words to spring forth, sing forth, bring forth
her streams of Dreams and April themes
of Pondering Poetry or Roses Of Agony
A Kindness where once was Emptiness:
Two Roses, a September Serenade of Green Anniversaries
made a parade for the maid in the waylaid shade
uncommon comments - the recipe is reciprocity
Her Legacy, Her Epitaph: a tear, a smile, a laugh
you write of The Stars -
of this mystical, magical, mythical, metaphysical
wonderful world of whirled words
If Only You Knew you help us to see
what Poems Can Be
// In tribute to the inimitable style of our wonderful poetess and Solitary Scribbler, Michelle Faulkner, in honor of Your Birthday on the 8th day of this Brief November: thank you, my artistry sibling, for your "rage of kindness, blinding your grieving ghosts". Keep writing and inspiring ~ John]
[Capitalized words are titles of poems by Michelle]
Oh, my darling, how passionately you whisper to me
Secrets of forbidden love, titillating magical feelings
Mesmerizing romantic night in blossoms of dreams
Beckoning to heavens above to fulfill sweet fantasy
Alluring sensuous desires twinkling in glistening skies
As I feel your vibes, sparkling in your glamorous eyes.
Ah! river’s serene zeal rejoices your sensuous appeal
Rippling exhilaration emanating from tranquil stream
Sensing my arrival in tenor of soft midnight breeze
Rustling shamrock leaves echoing hearts’ tender music
As melodies of doting souls warble from smitten trees
Jubilant in aspirations, mythical fascinations reveal.
Chasing earthly passions in rhythms of ecstatic ballad
Oh, how I, quixotic star, inflame in your cuddling arms
Crooning breaths on sensual lips, answering you call
Satiating night you vied for, till I part at stroke of dawn
Leaving behind part me to forever cheer your heart
Inscribing upon eternal memories, fable of romance.
September 30, 2020
Placed 1st: Impacts and metaphors poetry contest
Diminished Expectations
Everyone lives with a degree of frustrations
Although having backgrounds from different nations
Lives are destroyed by giving into temptations
As mates try rebuilding on broken foundations
Leaders lust for applause and standing ovations
While the common mans dreams are lost in translations
Children busy with visual fascinations
While parents practice their rehearsed simulations
Human predators love their killing sensations
As their victims lose their treasured habitations
And so we live with diminished expectations
Rejecting even logical explanations.
Sample for my 12 by 12 Monorhyme Contest
John Derek Hamilton
January 11,2017
My Favorite Things comes to mind...
a random assortment, a jumble of words
a quotient of portions, quotidian served
quixotic strivings of the great deca-dense
obscured in meaning, eschewing all sense
visions and nightmares and hallucinations
erudite arguments, odd fascinations
old geezers fondling memories of things
most folk would not to mixed company bring
inchoate ramblings of damaged young minds
bubbled through water and cardboard box wine
audible groans from the web server host
these are the ones make me giggle the most
shouting in vacuums, a riotous void
pontificating, or mildly annoyed
grieving, believing, or weaving a string
virtuous outburst that don’t do a thing
rants about orange man and all his mean tweets
and, yes, “Let’s go, Brandon” to make things complete
guns, poo, abortion, yes, all are discussed
sometimes the thin-skinned bail out in disgust
side by side, posting, the sage and the fool
the wise in their youth and those starting to drool
bleeping our excrement down on the page
somehow it all seems to soften the rage
when the bard shouts
when the muse screams
‘bout covid or Vlad
we’re at a computer
with just poo to fling
and that makes me laugh a tad
My pen’s whispers melt the silence
With a breathless touch of compassion
Blended into hues of softest memories
Soothing my melancholy with brilliant
Arrays of charming roses opening petals
To a golden sun who lights up the dawn
And sends reflections of faith to the noon
Coloring the world with embers of hope
Like a warm embrace lulls my doubts and fears
From their place inside my anxious thoughts
Echoes of creativity swim through my waves
Of emotional trembles, teaching me to reminisce
Evoke sensations of gentle truth through my
Sensitive impressions of gloom and mystery
Enhancing my spirit with dreams of serenity
Abiding within my heart and soul, pouring fervor
Erasing all the crimson discouragement and blue
Flickers of uncertainty, reluctantly I appeal to joy
For the chance needed to feel fully, completely
All the exhilaration that I know lives within me
Where pride prays to humility and awakens the flow
Of sensitivity, capturing my feelings in the mystery
Designed by intrigue and inspiration, imagination
Painting the world in rewarding embers of elation
When I write from the core of my soul, opening
My heart to love that overflows with gentle bliss
I know the reason I feel so intently, so furiously
The passion that mesmerizes and enchants me
Keeps me alive with phenomenal fascinations
Thrilling the desires within, flaming lights striking
Radiant rays of promise, potential, possibilities
Dancing on the wings of captivating wisdom
When my pen reaches in – I grasp pure, flawless truth
A knowing that pours forth dreams from the soul!
Only God knows the muse that opens thoughts
Pierces wishes and awakens the truth of visions
Discovered within the one who sings a song of love
To the creator of all that is or has been or will be
The One who knows the heart’s deepest mysteries
And answers the prayers of every waking spirit!
Temple may be far from my place,
Let me bring smile, to someone’s face.
Life began with a sweet charm,
enjoying till extreme, no matter what harm.
Childhood was beautiful as could be,
Without exasperation and necessitate, eternally free.
It was then I took a new dive,
Adorn in a uniform, I entered school life.
Confined boundaries saw the emergence of new faces,
Flatten my life and left without traces.
Some, embarked their facsimile in my mind,
Contemplative about them I was in cloud number nine.
Feelings were saturated with love and emotions,
Everything tempting, beyond any fascinations.
Third phase was phase of certitude,
My contumelious nature made me crude.
Parents and family took a back seat,
To the tunes of my friends, I was a dancing fleet.
Afternoons became sleepy, active were the nights,
Bikes, brawls, convulsion were common sights.
Inconsiderate, careless about my future,
Forgot almost everything taught by my teacher.
Standing on a crossroad, with a question mark,
I was 25 and my future seemed dark
Friends, who use to say never will they leave,
Smiling with others they went, hard to believe.
Wasted opportunities to guide my life,
All I could do now was compromise.
Standing alone in the scotching sun,
Some hands covered me so that skin does not burn.
Turned back to see whose hands were they,
My parents like an answered prayer
Mother removed pebbles from the road;
Father advanced his hand so that I could hold.
They guided me to my destination,
Brace me, without any hesitation.
In no time took me out of my blues,
Parents like you are very few.
You were always there, right from the start,
I thank you from the core of my heart.
Standing at the waters dividing edge....
Watching the sparrows and dragonflies flying by
Spitting into its mirrored reflections amid these
Shimmering thoughts of being as one; life ~
Walking down its banks and gazing into the sky
Searching....
Sacred verse; flowing currents and swaying flowers
Jewelweeds, colourful turtles and curious mallards
Butterflies dancing afore fascinations bloom; purity ~
A chorus line its blessed light and unknown night and I
My own hands; before the altar carved years ago....
The precious name of “Christ, The Messiah.”
Turning toward the north to pass, this sweeping sun ~
Spirit in hand; spitting into the waters of mirrored
Moments as One, with my Soul....
Searching beyound the currents flowing inside these eyes
Nature, life, tides and tides; time, standing at divisions edge
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....“Again, At The River Jordan” ~
Colors, amber, tangerine
Gold and hues of deep scarlet
Rustling in the quiet prayers
Of those who hear His breath
In the silence of a moment
Whispering Autumn magic
Melodies of gentle squirrels
Preparing for the winter
Charming birds in gilded coats
Praising the creator with chirps
Chortling songs, melodies
Lingering on the crisp air
Wonders alive, like dancing leaves
Inspiring hearts and souls
To listen to the vibrant glory
Echoed in shadows, silhouettes
Branches near emptied of hope
Almost naked, they aspire the wind
It’s the season of breathtaking
Scenes, praising the One who made
A way to leave the Summer’s heat
With promise of humbling revelations
Calling from the sing-song applause
Of nature’s stunning abode
Listen to Autumn’s silence shout
This is the splendor of a season’s caress
Kissing the heart and soul with joy
Touching the spirit with earth’s precious laughter
The soaring elation of God’s sigh
Ringing His heavenly fascinations…
As Autumn smiles!
Fascination and Awe Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser
May 17, 2022
God made all things beautiful* in His time
Such is clear in the Scriptures with truth’s chime.
Special children are beautiful indeed
Freely spirited of pure gladness-seed.
Though diagnosed with cerebral palsy
They’re gently upheld by the Lord’s mercy.
Facing developmental challenges
They exude God’s love in their growth’s changes.
Their quirks show clearly their distinct nature
Of care-needing gesture midst joy’s posture.
With their child-like faith, they truly inspire
Thru genuine concern for which they aspire.
Devoid of greed and covetousness-blight
Their simple fascinations bring delight.
Exemplifying wondrous contentment
They cheer with satisfaction's fulfillment.
Their ready mirth expressed by wide grin-smiles
Shout grateful hearts of marvelous lifestyles.
Patience-glow from guardians brightens their days
Along helpful ways of compassion rays.
*Ecclesiastes 3:11 He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.
November 12, 2018
1st place, "FEBRUARY WK 3 ANY FORM..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/15/2019.
The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the grasp of pristine pictures brushed and painted
Afore the overtures tubular bells; now sounding
Strewn, beneath the curatives silverish moon
Sirventes tunes, born, within fascinations bloom
These meant to be rhymes, amid Dorothy Gales times
Over somewheres prized amphoric rainbow
Arched imaginations, of fantasias floriferous creations
Breathing their pollinating light, within every breath that they breathe
Escaping the carcinogen caverns through torchbeared passages
Beyond the flesh rent falls and encumbering shawls
Carved crude, these animus meshed jackets
Encased within the chamber once laced
Unto broken bricks of concretes chained
Like Percivals plight....
Unmentioned between the lores, this wondering upon metaphoric shores
While barricaded by the calibrated stone engraved
Until antinomy could devise no more; yet
"If all we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream?"
Scream, and shatter these williwaws window panes
Awakening, beyond their oblique orbs of obscurities, void
To find 'The Holy Grail,' amid incarnadines blinding night
This veil removed, as clarity becomes now focused
Stepping from the shadows of the corners once webbed
Crossing, these sunsoaked sands of sunrises preached
With reaching hands, to touch the braille upon windings trails
Which only led back to the same gruesome pangs
Of a souls once upon a times, bound in maimed
Reading the writings on the wall, as cascading waters broke
The pinnacle of lost, tumbling and crashing to the reef
Belief, of a life breaking free from the dampened day
When faith became submerged beneath the assailant currents of
Hopes castaway possibilities....
Branded into their eyes, by the father of disguise
But no more as the clock struck three, and inversion, began to flee
Awakening from a dream, where nothing, was what it seemed
Dorothy Gales amphoric rainbow, draped upon a cross ~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Percival's Promise!?
What is mind thought determination?
It is the sophisticated thoughts of a individual wit self-taught mental sophistications.
It is the chemical mind thought process brain inspirational enhanced created word creations.
It is the one thought that keeps your hopes from being eliminated by your own weak minded self-doubt double eliminations.
It is the the thought that can turn your own pains into pleasure of our own sensified sensations.
It is the thought that can turn you into a leader of tis lost generation to inspire my reservation and maybe even in others parts of this nation to get your own redemptive vindication of those who took away your aspirations.
THIS WORLD IS YOURS FOR THE TAKNG.
Mind thought determination is for your embracing not to be forsaken,
you are your own movie in the making, let not your hope in the mind be shaken.
MIND THOUGHT POWER over all tis senseless hating, we got to stop all our senseless
chasing, you are forever a leader in this free world racing.
If you locked up it don't matter how much time that you facing.
INCARCERATION IS JUST A MIND THOUGHT METAPHOR FOR SELF-INFLICTED IMPOSED LIMITATIONS.
It is the thought to use what is against you and turn your hateration into inspiration.
IMPRISONMENT or EMPOWERMENT the choice is yours REINCARNATION over REHABILITATION.
My mind has but one destination of all mankinds fascinations .....and that is to finally use my MIND THOUGHT DETERMINATION.........