Best Flamboyance Poems
A Murder of Crows
A Shadow of Jaguars
A Flamboyance of Flamingos
A Mess of Iguanas
A Congregation of Alligators
A Crash of Rhinos
A Band of Gorillas
A Thunder of Hippos
A Pot of Water Buffaloes may wallow away,
while A Wisdom of Owls roost for the day.
A Battalion of Falcons would indeed prey,
upon A Horde of Hamsters if that horde came their way.
A Tower of Giraffes galloping by,
while A Caravan of Camels migrate close at their side.
A Conspiracy of Lemurs,
A Court of Kangaroos,
A Harem of Chimpanzees,
A Nursery of Raccoons,
A Shiver of Sharks and A Fever of Stingrays
compete to survive beneath our oceans' waves.
A Pride of Lions,
A Prickle of Porcupines,
and that's today's lesson in animal group classifying.
Epitome of ostentatious pride,
the peacock, glorious in regal stride
parades his flowing train of turquoise green.
His crowning glory bursts in bold array,
a mesmerising optical display;
the greatest pageantry there's ever been.
And then begins a courtship of romance
as eyes entice in hypnotising dance
a passing peahen dazzled by the scene.
His stunning beauty shimmers in the sun
A radiant flamboyance has begun,
Ablaze with lustrous iridescent sheen.
15.10.19
Writing Challenge, October 2019 - Bird - Poetry Contest
sponsored by Dear Heart- Wiishkobe Ode
At 13, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed
Brimming with youth and flamboyance.
With a myriad of of vying admirers,
A family to love and to be loved back.
Her life was a blend of love,laughter and rebellion.
Then,all of a sudden,
Dragged out of the felicity of her childhood.
Stripped off her citizenship and freedom
For Anne was born a Jew--an outcast.
Suffered owing to the sanguinary Fuhrer.
The Devil, he surpassed.
To escape the bloody clutches of Hitler
Into hiding ,they went
But never did Anne let her hope perish
In the two years of lonely confinement.
Two years of struggle to cope with adults.
Two years of struggle with food and supplies
With the thrills of love and pangs of goodbyes
Hope was her strongest weapon
To combat severe isolation and oppression.
Eternal hope kept her alive.
Courageous Anne continued to strive.
Her eyes could penetrate into the deeper meanings of life.
The pulchritude of relationships
The sublimity of nature
The plenitude of being
Life's purpose and importance
Demystified.
Alas! Betrayed by a close friend
Resulted in Anne Frank's tragic end.
The blood red hue of autumnal leaves
Stained the Earth , as the nature grieved.
- Angom Amy (15)
Inviting is the vibrant smile, glistening visage of spring
Exciting sensuous hearts in nature’s alluring song
Sighting on marigold arc rising blush of magenta
Lighting dawn’s flamboyance awaited all winter long.
Blazing colors adorn exuberance of flaming-red lilies
Gazing at flowering trees, lilting in tender breeze
Raising tempo of romantic dreams, yearning bliss
Praising gift of ruby roses--beauty blushing to please.
Raining upon parched vegetation new season unfolds
Gaining on glumness of drought giggling river flows
Waning reign of sluggish tones in rear view mirror
Staining sunlit horizon gold, decimating frosty woes.
Sowing crops, tilling lands, farmers under the sun toil
Crowing about growing corn, weather mild, blue sky
Glowing in vibes of new life, hearing chicks’ feeble cries
Showing off emerald vistas where singing Blue Jays fly.
January 26, 2020
Placed 2nd: Writing Prompt- Let’s Write a Lento- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Placed 2nd: Strand select F contest by Brian Strand
My volatile mind ascends high in lone emptiness,
floating on the cleft of crimson sunburst cloud,
makes a fascinating painting of formless fantasy
on the crumpled blank canvas,
I kept in the museum of memory for so long,
as with the remains of naive passion of childhood
I follow beguiled the imaged trail of butterflies.
I drift on their latticed wings,
flittering on the cascade of whistling wind
to the flamboyance of the fleeting rainbow hew,
that inspires me to discover from behind the mist
the beauty of life the dark clouds of dismay conceal,
and to believe nothing can stop me
to become a bird spreading wings,
soar in the sky suffused with seamless daydream,
taking my entrapped anguished mind
to the halcyon horizon of infinite freedom,
saturated with the aura of timeless bliss,
when I can imagine I can fly.
January 25, 2021
Contest : Can You Imagine-Any Form
Sponsor : Constance La France
I love to keep a low profile
And avoid the limelight
Flamboyance is not my style
I’m fiercely loyal, fair and giving
Looking for ways to please loved ones
By subtle random acts of kindness
I wish I could grace the whole world
With melodious joyful entertainment
I even bought a piano once
Because I wanted so to learn
Only to discover as much as I love music
I don’t have one musical bone in me
I dream of leaving behind a legacy
Born of some creative bit of me
I’m struggling 'cause I just don’t know
If I’ll run out of time to finish off
Everything I’ve sketched and planned~
I dream to leave the world more beautiful
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~TO BE YOUNG AGAIN~ 2023
AP: 2nd place 2023
Pink hue flamingo it must be due to all
the carotenoid pigments feasted on
algae and crustaceans
An elongated neck spirals
and filters such sensations
Sharing color is Okinawa salmon sushi,
bolster lobster and shrimp scrimp
Graceful qualifiers primp poised tropical dwellers
balancing effortlessly on one outstretched leg,
A ballerina’s pirouette in fuchsia tutus’
Statuesque stillness in shallow water
Rosette feathers flair flamboyance
Passionate plumage, blushing boas
Webbed feet tap and stamp below,
an aquatic burlesque show
The flamenco dance named after you
Rose-tinted creature tranquil, wader
Hook-billed blackened lamellae
sieved nobly, an intense look in a print
Cluster buster of pink with lengthy legs that sprint
Close to the window of my room
Stands a tree called KRISHNO-CHURA
In our mellow Bengali tongue
Flamboyant is now in full bloom
Two months ago it was naked
Just hundreds of grey skeletons
As hard and harder grew the sun
Feather like leaves gladly crowded
And now in the heat of hard May
It is a breathtaking beauty
Cascade of red and red cutie
Spreading soft shade in a cool gray
I look and try to understand
How at a certain point of time
A friend of mine had lost all rhyme
Disaster shook his existence
The difficult sun of struggle
Grew shade plants leaves and juicy fruits
Fresh household with lyric and flute
Guiding the house rise from rubble
Today in his psychic garden
KRISHNO-CHURA in smile always
Many a door in the hallways
Himself a tree for all persons
My window is all flamboyance
Leaving me in clairvoyance
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Gigantic gimmick a political gentlemen.
Genuflected genre mathematician gild fan.
Mirific misemploy a flamboyance rolling can.
Doxology douceur dormouse examplar excavator,
Agitator moisture nodulation a lepid swan.
O, what is pride
That we holdeth onto it.
‘Tis as dew naked in the sunlight,
A beautified bouquet, fresh trim’d,
A flame flickering in the roaring rain..
A mere feeble flamboyance;
That withers as swiftly as breeze through our fingers..
O, what is pride
That we holdeth onto it.
-Titus Loh-
http://after-tim.blogspot.com
I saw a bizarre rainbow yesterday,
Seven colours,
All shades of grey,
I grasped my whole days in my hand,
But couldn’t give a definite shape to the clay.
I probed the funny rainbow,
“You are a liar"
“Where are your colours?”
“Where are those seven sisters of shade?”
More and more,
He poured me,
With his infinite shades of grey.
I met a rose the other day,
Made up of dead leaves, about to decay,
But when I looked down and saw no thorns,
I realised why it was brown and wasn’t crowned.
And she spoke:
“If I, on my youth,
Am seen as the symbol of love,
What am I now?”
And as I looked deep down,
I saw a subdued beating heart.
But covered with dead leaves
All turning brown.
I met a traveller the third day,
His boots were torn,
Baggage lost.
I called him into my house,
“Rest a while, aye nomad.”
He rose up his hand,
An unsteady wave,
A hollow glance,
A soulless body,
Walking those automated steps.
Blindfolded with his duty,
And a machine inside his chest.
I met a king the fourth day,
Riding on a golden chariot,
A golden body,
With a golden crown.
It seemed he possessed every human’s desire,
As he sat on his golden throne.
But his eyes deceived his flamboyance,
Cause it revealed the vacuum inside him,
He may have forts and forts of wealth and jewels,
But they can’t fulfill his emptiness within.
On the fifth day I met a beggar,
His only possession was a torn sack,
Half filled with scraps,
An old coat acted as his pillow,
The earth his bed,
It was his home, wherever he laid his head.
Neither was he happy,
Nor was he sad,
But somehow I felt his inner containment,
He had no desires, he had no dreams,
No inclination, no longing and no yearnings.
- Avee
delight of jade spring
pink perfumed mass profusion
sunbathing bronzed blooms
cardinal sings loud
from his perch next to blue sky
reverberations
floral flamboyance
drawing the world's attention
the fresh, lovely days
upsurge of surfers -
on carousel of high waves
rides their flamboyance
Date: 09/18/2017
flamingos flaunting
fuschia feathers fluttering ~
funky flamboyance
1 March 2023
Alliterku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
Arc of rising moon
Distant silhouettes;
Evening settles down
~~~~~~~~~
So often it happens
Notice the same broadcast;
Self-talk feeds amusement
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Evening hurries briskly
TV sitcom serenades;
Eyes glued to instant charm
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Meal time harvest here
Pay-per-dish varieties;
Don't know what to eat
~~~~~~~~~
Broadwalk street cafe
Menu temptations ooze;
Set meal or a la carte
~~~~~~~~~
Listen for a voice
Soft as gentle breathing;
Gone before you notice
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Fast food outlet
Dangling potato wedges;
Dine-in or takeaway
~~~~~~~~~
Sunny side up
Egg yolk flamboyance;
Pretty on a plate
~~~~~~~~~
The weather man predicts
Lots of rain today;
Free car wash drenching
~~~~~~~~~
A warrior's sacred pact
To defend this mother land;
Contingency practicals
~~~~~~~~~
Waiting time explores
New city mall shoppes;
Brands shouting sales
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Leon Enriquez
14 November 2014
Singapore