Best Fulgent Poems
Withered meadows of yesteryears ache, recalling memories forlorn,
As discords of then mourn, assailing vibes of now, emotions torn;
Yet I believe, love would have still vouched~ together we belong,
If only you knew, how to strum, sensuous rhythms of our love-song.
Gracing my embrace, lovingly you caress, my jilted sleepless night,
And on every dawning horizon, you still are, the halo of my delight;
As I believe, episode of love, would always write a lovesome theme,
If only you knew, you have long been, epitome of my romantic dream.
You bedazzle my memory, beaming grin of an enamored glance,
Being my Cinderella, avowing to rekindle fairy-tale of romance;
As I believe, you would still be the music, pulses-cadent impart,
If only you knew, you are the seductress, plucking strings of my heart.
In realms of desires, chasing bliss of your love, my passions call-out,
When you are in amorous cuddle, hypnotized by grip of fervent clout;
As earnestly I believe, you would love me still, even from miles afar,
If only you knew, you have been my aura, my fulgent northern-star.
Birds that always sung for you, serenade you, lauding your name,
Spurred by fond recollections, applauding memoirs of love’s acclaim;
And I believe, words unsaid would not be uttering, a sigh of regret,
If only you knew, love we shared, pledges eternal shall never forget.
Categories:
fulgent, lost love, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I dreamt a dream that renewed kindred memories
Rekindling past passions of moonlit love-themes,
Enamoring love-embers blooming heartfelt longings,
Crooning hints-romantic~ life’s a beauteous dream;
When merrily you enthralled me in springs of yore
Fetching yesteryears’ treasured keepsakes to fore
Lauding pages of albums seasons bygone adored
Reviving ardent allure, questing for love evermore.
I recognized fervid smiles of twinkles in your eyes
Tethered bashfully to arc of love on fulgent skies,
As together we watched winsome emotions climb
Inscribing on celestial canvas, halo of love sublime;
Just as Venus smiled and Moon winked impishly
When brilliant stars avowed~ forever we shall be,
And song of lark strummed of a mirthful morning,
Rising in paradise you envisioned for you and me.
Embraced in delight through night’s blissful fantasy
Inflaming love’s yearnings stoking endearing instincts,
Ascribing form and meaning to abandoned reveries,
Greeting me, you agreed~ life’s a beauteous dream.
October 6, 2022
Placed 1st: The Mystical Dream Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
fulgent, dream, love,
Form:
Verse
Modest woman moderate woman
Your inner beauty strikes me
Like the tongue of noble eloquence
More than gold even refined gold
Or our purged fulgent silver.
Black woman proud woman
Your pride is not haughty
But a humble pride of eaglets;
Your black eyes are so glittering
As the eyes of our dark rivers
Filled with messages of peace
That banish the broody turmoil
From those panting hearts
Of your foreigned offsprings.
Gentle mother diligent mother
Your kindness kindles the fires
Of my heart –
Your dexterity dresses
The table of our ageless history
And the thought of your being
– Oh kind mother! –
Makes the most delicious menu
For my heart.
I remember your naked feet
Fast and fair as a pigeon’s limbs
Treading the invisible paths
Almost covered by shrubs
Small shrubs misted by the prime mist.
I remember the wood from the wood
The water from the water
And manifold items from jungle alleys
Borne by your delicate hands
And upon your soft black-haired head.
I remember the constant match
To markets and to farms
And your bright face smeared with
The ash dust
Making you more beautiful
Than any woman whose feet
Ever touched the naked earth.
I remember those burdens
Upon your cheerful kin-souls
And babies strapped to your backs
Babes full of unspoken words
To unborn others in patient wombs
Waiting in an endless turn –
Indeed, mother is dove!
A black dove and a dark huntress
A hunter’s gift from the maker?
Mother is like a weaver-bird
Building a big foot-like nest
Filled with corn and warmth
A bundle of eagle-flight
Mother is dove
And the hunter calls her
The clan’s eternal dove.
Oh, mother loving woman
Gentle as our black horizon
To you we humbly come
From these far and lonely lands
Hoping to grace our love and beauty
Before that jealous grave
Makes her temporary feast.
Categories:
fulgent, nostalgiamother, woman, water, dark,
Form:
Free verse
If I had but one last sorrowful day of my life left,
there would be words I would say without delay.
Too long have I struggled, uncertain and bereft,
my tongue silent as though mired in a pit of clay.
Until now, I found myself sifting sand from my soul.
Now, willing to bare my heart's unavowed affection,
I must find the bravura to proclaim it and be bold,
and yet I find myself fearing your gentlest rejection.
Time warily squandered shall never be returned.
So, I'm seeking courage to reveal what I am feeling,
while hoping my sweet ardor shall not be spurned
nor the love for you that I have long been concealing.
Gleaming are stars hovering aloft in evening skies,
but if gathered together, never could they outshine
the luster I descry in the fulgent light in your eyes
when the beat of your heart and mine finally align.
When the pale moon rises to Heaven at zenith height,
its glorious beauty shall emerge from a lunar eclipse.
Not as seductively alluring to be with you on the night
when alas I shall feel a kiss from your sensuous lips.
Thereafter, sunlight shall yawn on the edge of dawn
but your love shall warm me more than his golden rays.
No greater fire is there to be compared with love born
by your searing touch that easily sets my heart ablaze.
If this is but a fantasy, I dare not lift tremulous eyes to see
the response to my avowal, if on your face it is defined.
I shall not bear the heartache if you turn away from me,
for then it would be a benediction, if my eyes were blind.
January 29, 2023
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 26 Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Originally written in 2016
for a contest sponsored by John Hamilton
Categories:
fulgent, feelings, for him,
Form:
Rhyme
Stiff, stifling, arid air: snakes, lizards, sand,
and cactus. Scorched red rocks and baking skin.
My canteen empty in a barren land -
my romance landscape till first love walked in.
One summer evening under moon's cool beam,
the desert's xeric heat no longer cursed.
Lazing with friends. A pool... in walked my dream.
First glance: a tall, cool drink to slake all thirst.
Then as her eyes met mine, my blood ran warm.
My hand touched hers; both temp and pulse were raised.
In time, slow dancing - two bodies conform,
and with that first kiss, fulgent flames soon blazed.
The desert heat from which I'd just emerged
blithely returned, as first love's swelter surged.
Categories:
fulgent, first love, love, summer,
Form:
Sonnet
I see a world in a sea of peace
Cleansed by the waves of love
A sacred earth with love so pure
That are corals in our eyes.
Where mountains kiss the skies
And fulgent dreams upon a rose
Braves the weather of the skies
Where beauty never dies.
In a heart as pure as gold
In a pure undaunted world
Forged by the flames of peace
Where goodness never cease.
I see a world devoid of all greed
Embraced by the flames of equality
In every colour and in every creed
Men are armed with love's tranquality.
When not a hate,when not a war
Would blaze across our native lands
For nothing woesome,nothing impure
Would repose within our idle hands.
I see a world in a bond together
A lasting peace and love forever
When all existing streams meet
They become one flow,one heart beat!
Categories:
fulgent, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
I remember that day
As clear as the crystal springs in June
When the sun rose upon a gladsome sky
Bursting through the harbor and the fields
As soft as the buds by the quivering dew
Dancing in the blue distance.
Summer's warm and scented breath
Invaded the clustered pathway
Where the last mountain spray
Descended in your eyes
Like a constant burning fire
That glimmers like fulgent streams of spring.
You held a delicate rose
In your limpid hands kissed by the
Vast fountains of purity's grace
That greeted my eyes with coy beauty
When the day was ripe with glory .
Like a flower you blossomed in my eyes
As one who held heaven in her smile
And sweet rosebuds on her lips
That trembles in the cold
With a budding joy as new as the moon
In the fullness of the night.
You drew a few words from your sad breath
That pierced like a striking sword
When the voice of the wind echoed
Through the lilac vines
Entangled on the weeping trees
That nods in the noonday light
In the last breath of summer.
My soul sank in dejection
Wet with despair.
Anguish flashing in my aching heart
Like an untamed madness
On this boundless land .
Oh please don't leave my love
Oh please don't leave my love
Because if you do
The mortal fire in my veins
Would extinguish
My breath would mute
And my lifeless body
Would drift me to some unknown hell
To live forever
In a helpless state of deep despair
In a desolate darkness
Of utter hopelessness!
Categories:
fulgent, longing, nature,
Form:
Free verse
This heart it knows no boundaries
This simple truth I know
Let not your tender heart be troubled
I would not let you go.
Your charm draws me to your shores
In sunbeams of your fulgent glow
This truth: My heart your love adores
I would not let you go.
As time may fleet and seasons die
These words I'd have you know
If health may bid our lives goodbye
I would not let you go.
Whatever joy may bless these eyes
Whatever dark our lives may blow
I shall but love you in every sunrise
I would not let you go.
And in my life your charms embrace
Like flowers our love would grow
And in earths light your Angels face
I would not let you go.
You have touched my heart so bright
For you my dreams I'd forgo
Thro' tears, thro' joys and blackest night
I would not let you go.
Categories:
fulgent, care, feelings, love,
Form:
Ballad
Fragile the stems numbered in their days
That dance in spring, in the falling rays
Above the hills weathered softly by a mist
When shone the first morning light of bliss.
That 'tween the thickets wild and coursing air
Sprouts a young sweet bud glimmering fair
Delicately clasped upon the sleeping fields
Gracing springtime's vibrant days that wields.
Melodies sweet that in subtle days intrude
The white lilies pastured in nature's interlude
That in fragrance sweet me swiftly to awake
To greet the lilies wild softly as they fall.
On the perfect dews at Shelly's delicate feet
When a heaving mist like clouds with slow retreat
Gathers swiftly in her eyes like an emerald flame
As a pleasant little song bird recites her name.
In the artful limpid garden 'neath July's sun
Which hungers for the sweet of her speech spun
Like some magical tone that nectars a soul
Maybe her heart is like a splendid marigold.
In the fullness of the bright and merry morning
In the days when our wondrous God is sunning
The wretched world silenced by its deafening grief
In forlorn gloomy seasons unclothed of relief.
When lilies doesn't wither but rise and bloom
By every dreamy river, by every vibrant tomb
Its the stillness of her lips I've deeply kissed
On sultry dews of bliss, 'neath the honey cypress.
Suddenly it all becomes lovable like mild copen
Suddenly her hands descends into mines and opens
A new horizon of love more glorious than a dream
But from breath to breath in fulgent days it seems.
The dark clouds will come to extinguish our love
But in sultry passion this mighty heart will prove
That I'd love you thro' time, stress and life's decay
Thro' tears, and the darkest moments of our days.
I've lived to see the brightest of brighter moments
And to see a falling moonbeam as you smile
But the brightest flame in life's magical moments
Is honey your love to last a lifetime.
Categories:
fulgent, imagery, love, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
The fulgent grace of your soul dazzles.
A tenuous foothold of a fragile love.
How could you love me so ardently?
Consider me treacherous and dreary.
A fierce fire burns my soul.
A life unquiet, never submissive.
Your gentle placid nature shines.
Quietly you ask: "Why do you love me?"
I hedge, cough, lower my head,
And retort: "How do you love me?"
She is sage, subtle and shrewd.
"As much as you allow me to."
My heart will wear the heaviness for years.
In lady like manner, she leaves,
never looks back, tall and graceful,
she walks down the main street
like a grand dame, much to my regret.
I deserve no better until I learn
the meaning of true love.
Categories:
fulgent, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
On
lucent
gossamer
wings fulgent in
my precious garden
nymphs spin golden trumpets
welcoming spring. Gentian bells
sway blithely beneath jubilant
incantations arousing cupids
ardent desire blossoming cherry pink.
Categories:
fulgent, nature,
Form:
Etheree
Rooted on a moss-banked hill,
its branches spread far and wide.
By Summer's end, leaves veined gold and crimson.
Then, Autumn’s hand brushed them with russet paint.
Twas the time of year the elm tree despised.
Wind ruffled in their last days,
leaves danced as if burning flames,
until gales sent them tumbling to the ground.
Barren, as though in malaise, the elm stood.
Blame was cast upon harsh Winter weather.
Weeping for its naked limbs,
on a moss-banked hill it grieved.
For the change of season, it held loathing
and contempt for Nature's wrongful doing.
For surrounding its roots with drifts of snow
But on cusp of Spring's advent
tiny buddings will appear.
Branches will be clothed in fulgent raiment,
an umbrella agape, providing shade
for trilling songbirds in need of perching.
Reigning from atop the hill,
Ancient elm, regally frocked.
Categories:
fulgent, seasons, tree,
Form:
Verse
I was an inscrutable, capricious mystery writer, like a pure mystery of days;
And I had composed best selling novels, like westering sun's scarlet phase.
An unparalleled passion for writing, had for quite long been the motivation,
Behind novels which captured hearts, like pink clouds, drifting in formation.
My office desk faced the picture window, near the border of riotous blooms;
And sunny views enriched often eager eyes, owing to birds of many plumes.
Friends were a forever force in my life, like the natural floods of floundering,
Or as sun and moon meet in an eclipse, darkening heyday, with no warning.
Fairy-like forests, and fields of colored flowers, flamed with furious abandon,
Frequently, as fulgent family found one, to dazzle brighter than amber sun!
I lived in the house of mist mysteries, in haze shrouded, mighty mountains;
And each cherry dawn doled surprises, like roving redbirds in the thousands.
So sleepy in sun-drenched summer, my silent street was stained with hues,
In new modern, stylish, songbird days, like a gold treasure you cannot lose.
Neighbors would navigate narcissistic night, bearing an apple pie, or a joke;
Sharing fun and noisy laughter, like a blue undersea volcano, magma awoke.
Birds swept peaks of sculpted, stunning mountains, in the hot, daisy season,
And sky and the earth merged twice a day, in affinity hues of love cohesion.
The naked man orchid shivered with breezes, like quivery trees of November,
And Johnny Jump Up puckered at lemon sun, like a sour taste remembered.
In a sapphire sea near the mountains, a friend and I set out sailing one day,
As a youth follows wildest, golden dreams. Yet, heavy fog descended to stay.
Were we heading for wide open water, or drifting to shores of purple flowers?
That danger held a lovely mystery, like adventure during the nighttime hours.
Hour after rosy hour, we were drifting blind. Our motor had long since died;
Like green butterflies, questing for hours, in a place pink daisies lately cried.
We were afraid of being lost forever, so Pearl and I joined hands and prayed,
Also praying for our downhearted families, if fate's hand would not be stayed.
After many anxious, vagrant moments, a foghorn sounded, loud and so near;
Our desperate prayers were answered, by the voice of our Savior, very dear!
Categories:
fulgent, fantasy, god, lost, mystery,
Form:
Couplet
We cannot tame a raging storm, so with patience,
we must wait for the calm. ~ by poet
The balmy afternoon had been fulgent and warm
Until darkness foreshadowed an approaching storm
Wailing winds of the nor'easter would soon cause grief
damaging fragile coral growth upon the reef
Leaden clouds encroached and shrouded the gloomy day
The aura changed from gold to hue of graphite gray
It seemed as if an eclipse turned day into night
as feathered wings rose in unison to take flight
Thunder's billowed breath blew across the ocean's waves
as if the tempest was demanding what it craves
Atmosphere grew heavy with each powerful roar
White caps rushed with clangor against the sandy shore
With vengeance, the storm hurled jagged lightening strikes
Split second flashes that resembled silver spikes
* * *
Then, the deluge rained like arrows, sharp as metal
That would've wounded men like a stinging nettle
The monsoon swept overland, clear across the dunes
on zephyr winds that howled diabolical tunes
The storm seethed with a furor that was unsuppressed
leaving the seaside landscape despoiled and distressed
Battered by ferocious weather that was to blame
Nature's forces can be impossible to tame
Finally, squalls dwindled and waves no longer surged
Glowing rays of sunlight defiantly emerged
And so the storm came with raging temper to vent,
pillaged treasures from the sea. Yes, it came and went
It was quite a balmy evening, fulgent and warm
Upon the beach seashells lie, displaced by the storm
Categories:
fulgent, storm,
Form:
Sonnet
I often sailed in stormy seas
Against the fiercest winds
And often pleaded on my knees
To blot my woesome sins.
But sweet days would desert me
And sadness would blow a soft tear
The silent nights would greet me
With the bitter notes of despair.
For in the sultry spring she rose
To welcome the day with a sad sigh
Away from me,oh there she goes
And left me gloomed to blasted die!
For days of old my spirit sprung
That fulgent joy,that loving grace
That her tender heart had sung
To save me from this life of waste.
For she gave me a life of meaning and I
Through my darksome life of vain
Would but these few memories ensky
Where the ancient Gods have lain.
Now this may be the last poem I write
And the very last breath I breathe
But today I die for a love so right
As the amour moon recede.
Categories:
fulgent, lost love, love, sad,
Form:
Rhyme