Best Fluted Poems
Spring Sonnet
Elevate my senses with your flowers
In spacious fields where they are free to grow.
Deep in fragrant flora I could spend hours
Refreshed by rain where gentle breezes blow.
The snow has melted, now a flowing stream
Where Earth's creatures feast below the bowers,
And drink where dappled sun has left its gleam
As sylvan trees grow as tall as towers.
Welcome robins with songs in fluted calls
Sing from their hearts as they birth eggs of blue.
Bees collect nectar near the garden walls
Making sweet honey with its amber hue.
Clouds part as Apollo rises to grace
The glory of the verdant hillside's face.
2-26-18
A STRAND (1046) Poetry Contest~First Place~
Spring Is In The Air - Poetry Contest ~N/A~
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Categories:
fluted, flower, nature, spring,
Form:
Sonnet
A rhythmic refrain on the shore
As waves caress it more and more
A gentle breeze in fluted strain
On the shore a rhythmic refrain
As clouds pass by I hear a tune
As wispy notes above are strewn
A cadence floating in the sky
I hear a tune as clouds go by
There is a song among the stars
Twinkles make up musical bars
Moonbeam rhythms play along
Among the stars there is a song
On moonbeams a lullaby rides
As it shimmers upon the tides
When slumber takes you to your dreams
A lullaby rides on moonbeams
1-21-2024
Swap Quatrain
Categories:
fluted, moon, stars,
Form:
Quatrain
Fluted hands angle on knees as glimpses
sort the knitted threads of a late afternoon
where gathering of blooms abide.
Almost friendless, a man inhabits his space
ready to inhale the waft of new dusk,
of how a world in his inner terrain mirrors
the ceremonials of a mindful passage
upon grasses and half-lit windows
outside the self.
And through a prayerful instance,
he connects with a god hushing the tempo
of sighs mixed with incense blowing, as if
to twirl in an air of breaths cleansing
the scabs of trespasses. Miles of babel words
turn into a different language: quite unknown
and understood only by him who finds
contentment in being unbound ,of gliding
above a haloed sky that reflects the movement
inside his awakened essence.
For the atonement of all misgivings,
he releases his pride in layers
of deep confession to pay for his karmic debt;
that in a warm communion with humility
he makes amends for life's consequences
as stillness becomes his friend.
Anthony Slausen's Karma
Categories:
fluted, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Behold, a crack in the sky...
Its a star ! And then it multiplies...
A thousand million
silver twinkling confetti...
Galactical milk in celestial ballet
Your white bedazzle takes the breath away
Soapsudded moon and underwater candellabra
In an ocean of quiet delivery
Oozes a rhapsody, nay a symphony!
Gliding on golden orbital slide
A bridal comet gown on fluted notes
MAGNIFICAT! MAGNIFICAT! MAGNIFICAT!
Categories:
fluted, lost love, missing you,
Form:
Free verse
The golden sun of yesterday
played out in fields of gold
inside the tarping memory of father, handling LIFE
the joyful whistles that he fluted pruned alongside vines
and mothers pumping heart of song lauding in
loud and STRONG
No treason yet no aging bridge no tented hope
just morning glories,
a baby breath away from here
and all the sunlight we'd afford
inside a little yard of sweet explore,
I see,
the lonely eyes of a young girl longing for a friend
a hand held jar for fireflies or butterflies in toe
Pebbles rolled beneath unpaved paths as
dear together raw as butterflies we scabbed our knees
with swivel, in the morning breeze
Like BUTTERFLIES preluding dawn with shiant colors bold,
the summer sun of yesterday played out in fields of gold;
Inside my hiding place a youthful carefree life
still lingers in my heart's enfold,
without the memory, of growing old.
Jan 19, 2019
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Contest: Free Verse Style Only
Categories:
fluted, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
Oh the nights under opalescent stars
where I once stood breathless
at the hint of your scent
drifting slowly
across flower filled fields
and honey dipped dreams
where distant birds fluted
perfect love songs to her mate
Oh the nights reaching high up to the painted moon
filled with deep orange and yellow hues
dancing slowly to a soulful simple tune
where hearts would dip
and beats would skip
in a ballroom made of lost balloons
Be still now my heavenly glory night
casting beauty on her clear silk pond
where the pure white swan swims gracefully
where wishes began and wishes will remain
until a new tomorrow starts again
Categories:
fluted, beauty, love,
Form:
Free verse
Nestled in the arms of night's embrace
I wait for grievous thoughts to fade
as though they were bubbles popping
one by one, in a fluted glass of champagne
When bold colored memories languish
sepia visions distort my sorrows
and the scars branded across my heart
become blurred by the moon and stars
I'd rather not recall the depths of sorrow
No need for crayon drawings of it all
Time should erase the heartache I feel
but it's moving much too slowly, I think
Categories:
fluted, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
The Perfect Proposal
For us girls it’s the day
We patiently await
When the perfect proposal
finally comes our way
Faceless as yet
We only picture the scene
Our life long imaginings become
Realised dream
No flowers, candles, ambient air no
Lengthy speeches, fluted champagne
All believed to make the day fair no -
Only simple words spoken
At guileless pace
Direct to the heart
Setting fireworks off
Across the sky they race
- Mummy when I’m a big man
Will you marry me?
A tear in my eye
I squeeze his chubby thigh
Categories:
fluted, joy, mother son,
Form:
Quatrain
In the world of pasta, there’s one that can’t be beat.
And it’s made with zesty sauce, cheeses, and with meat.
Put some water on the stove; get it nice and hot.
Add wide noodles, fluted-edged, to the boiling pot.
Meanwhile, simmer your meat sauce. Nothing’s better than
what you’re going to prepare, layered in a pan.
On the bottom goes the sauce, noodles over that.
Then the cheeses (I use three). Never scrimp on fat!
Mozzarella, even Cheddar - what a cheesy mix.
No Ricotta? Cottage cheese can be an easy fix!
Layer noodles, sauce and cheese; Parmesan on top.
Then dig in; but once you do, it’s real hard to stop!
For Linda's "Pasta Paradise" Contest
Categories:
fluted, food
Form:
Couplet
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At midnight, he'll propose a toast
and raise to light a fluted glass,
as they gaze, muted, at their host
Though in his eye may sting a tear,
he knows theirs will stay dry, en masse,
as they ring in the coming year
That he alone bears witness to
this cheerless savoir-faire, is clear
but he's forgot (or never knew)
such camaraderie, at most,
is retrospect to spirits here,
where every guest is but a ghost...
At midnight, he'll propose a toast
that he alone bears witness to
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Categories:
fluted, celebration, death, dedication, farewell,
Form:
Sonnet
Experience your most opulent dream.
Taste solitude as one sampling rare and
ancient wine from fluted crystal goblets.
Be exhilarated in reaching toward the heavens
in 'primal scream' ecstasy
after climbing a hazardous rock massif,
and there inhaling rarified air
no other human being ever breathed.
Possess courage to explore
deep caverns and nether-world sanctums,
while holding fast to the vision and reason
that keeps one safe in plight.
Cast yourself upon the boundless ocean
depths, and fearing not a rogue wave,
be ferried safely through moonless,
liquid nights on waves of blue-green foam.
And believing you possess none of these
traits or aptitudes, dream passionately
while living humbly. Know self-esteem
while holding fast to modesty.
Walk the earth knowing nature and man
as companions and helpmates. Leave footprints
in the soil that are a clear path toward
truth and safety. For bravery occupies every
heart, and fear is cast aside with each step
that courage and fortitude take.
Live each day then, to the full. Go forth,
and experience your most opulent dream.
6-2-15
Experience Your Most Opulent Dream
Categories:
fluted, fear, imagery, journey,
Form:
Free verse
A four piece string ensemble competes
with fluted crystal glasses harmonizing
to the tinkling of fine silverware
underpinned by the purring whispers
of well-to-do's and their hobnobbery.
Buttery lobster and rib-eyed supper in
opulent gravies and exotic spices;
cornucopia fruits on sterling platters
all floating about the ballroom on
white gloved tuxedos.
There’s a thick pretense in the air;
a high browed notion of superiority
reflected off each gold-fitted gemstone
amplified when ostensibly viewed
through a monocle lens.
I suppose it’s a lonely company they keep
esteeming each other as conquerors
by cordially extended handshake;
dodging and redirecting questions incessantly,
so as not to be rude, no doubt.
All the lavish excess of the night
is surpassed in every rise and fall
of her chest, as I contemplate silently
what fate has befallen that life, no more
beaming behind those sapphire eyes.
Empty sockets abound, lifelessly
betraying boisterous expressions of mirth.
Dancing corpses swig their Dom Perignon
forgetting for tonight, at least,
the toiling lilies of the field.
Preston Graham
(Grahamburglar)
08/16/15
For Contest: Puttin on the Ritz
Hosted by: Judy Konos
Categories:
fluted, beauty, celebrity, class, clothes,
Form:
Free verse
A rooster stood there with his fluted crown,
Wondering which way he'd go out on the town;
He had an evil eye and with lust there was no lack,
As he gazed on the hens he was wont to attack.
His intent was to choose the easiest to find,
And with passionate wing he'd paddle her behind;
But the hens were wary of his stealthy advance,
For fear was there in each anxious glance.
There was no love for he was no friend,
And the attack was bitter right to the end;
There were scuffles and shuffles and bruised feathered wing,
With cawing and clawing and no chicken to sing.
He flattened her there in the cloudy dust,
While his passions were consumed with a rigorous lust;
And the poor little hen sat looking dazed,
While the rooster stalked off, proud of his ways.
I guess that's the nature of the nasty bird,
He's best in a soup pot where his noise won't be heard.
Categories:
fluted, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Cascades of stretching autumn ivy
snuggle close to the verdigris hardware
of an intricately carved, but sun-bleached
walnut door under a collapsing portico.
Droplets of sweat trace jigsaw trails
through the clinging film of dirt, revealing
the white of fluted pillars looming crookedly and
hunched by centuries of unappreciated exertion.
An eerie nostalgia laps at my consciousness
fettering my imagination to that very portal.
What yearning is this, to peer backward through
the impenetrable curtain of time?
Curiosity gives way to fearful dread;
wandering thoughts to waking realization;
that it’s a frightful thing indeed, to love
as death relentlessly pursues the same.
What can be built that cannot be toppled…
What can be polished, that will not erode…
What can be loved that cannot be taken…
behind that impenetrable curtain of time?
08/13/15
Categories:
fluted, age, destiny, future, lonely,
Form:
Free verse
Silky soft sand
a zen garden
dutifully raked
organized
but fluid.
Rock solid concrete
a straight sidewalk
purposefully aimed
determined
and rigid.
Silky soft sand
a seaside beach
eternally shuffled
chaotic
but natural.
Rock solid concrete
a fluted pillar
anciently built
weathered
but stoic.
Silky soft sand
a pliable mind
persistently curious
unmolded
and alive.
Rock solid concrete
a zealot view
insistently settled
decided
and dead.
Categories:
fluted, introspection, psychological,
Form:
Free verse