Best Glimpses Poems
Down the majestic mountain, over the grassy knoll,
Themes verdant, chromatic, summer’s vistas scroll,
Rustling zeal of willows, as zephyrs-avid gently blow,
Propelling tides of vigor, where rivers burbling flow.
Cherishing blooming prairies, birds frolic and trill,
Gliding over scenic valleys, reveling flight of thrill,
Circling back to realm serene vying mirthful trees,
Warbling soft melodies amidst buzzing beats of bees.
Scattering gloomy shapes, clouds tenebrous reign,
Floating haze over horizon, shrouding vibrant terrain,
Unleashing with gusting winds feisty rain showers,
Swirling, whirling mid-air, delicate petals of flowers.
Storm cedes to calming breeze waltzing long shadows,
Quivering in twilight, scintillating face of meadows,
Luring glances of smiles where blossoms of lilies cajole,
Enthralling enamored eyes, as leisurely people stroll.
Inscribing motifs amethyst, as day’s journey slows,
Refracting sun’s golden rays, skyline-amber glows,
When passions of lovers, to blushing eve disclose,
Secret lyrics of passion, hearts romantic compose.
Horizon imprints blazing joy, where autumn blushes amber sky
Glistening meadows of gilded season, adorning tinted russet dye
As amethyst winds of eventide flutter leaves on crimson trees
Flickering rays of golden twilight, glinting sigh of ochre breeze.
Pleasing sights, saffron colors merrily bounce, staging air-dance
Whirling leaves in panoramic vistas, hypnotizing glance of romance
As fiery gamboge hills oscillate, waltzing tenor of autumnal zeal
Dazzling lovers’ enchanted hearts in maple tree’s scarlet appeal.
Cooler weather permeates, graying charm of shortened days,
While browsing prairies of browning fields, cattle lazily graze;
Families gather sharing stories, crowding around warm fireplace
As festive season ushers in, serenading divinity of solemn grace.
September 12, 2020
Autumn–Fall Rhyme Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Galactic curls in spirals swirl, entwining twisted mystery,
where time unrolls in blackened holes, no longer bright and blistery,
but writ like runes on starry dunes enclosed in cosmic history
Galactic dust, from novas' gusts, congesting empty spaces
once fatefully flung beyond the tongue of burnt out astral traces,
may recompress and coalesce in distant times and places
Galactic dwarves, like ancient wharves with silent planets mooring
yet still in spin though long done in, hide flares no longer soaring -
magnetic webs of eons ebb, in thermal fusion roaring
Galactic tides warp space divides, call forth sublime creation
while bending clocks in rippled shocks, unfolding time dilation
that seems to crown the flowing gown of pulsars' pulsed gyration
Galactic stew, a seething brew, midst background noise and chatter
like Chaos reigns, the sole remains of missing antimatter,
with just a trace to form a space-time, curved or somewhat flatter
Galactic glue holds something new: dark energy and matter
that interacts and counteracts the ancient Big Bang splatter:
a cosmic soup of strings and loops, a universal batter
Galactic life's replete and rife 'neath lactic milky wafer,
though solar gales leave unseen trails of cosmic rays, the strafer;
but nonetheless, one must confess, it seems there's nowhere safer
Submitted 21 Aug. 2016
Glimpses of you…
An image so mesmerizing, I bask in shame to rely on these bedazzled eyes
So full of wisdom and heart, your globes keep me glazed
Grazed on the swift-shotted bullet of your gaze
Do not let him see how he drives me mad
Get your head out of space, decapitate this case
This spell of ever-turning lust crumbles me to dust
For this love both devastates and fulfills me
Makes a monster out of me—strong-wills me!
I ache—god, how I ache
As I reach for a touch of your glorious existence
Darting through the crackled splinters of resistance
It is a throbbing pain pulsing in my brain
Wetting the corners of philosophic peaks
To discover your roots are for another
I drive down underneath
Take a shot of your toughest glass
And turn your head away from the lure
Push it aside that his intentions are pure
Find a path towards the sycamore
Focus on the tree’s gallant twists
In life never succumbing to the neurotic mists
She grows toward the sun like she needs no one!
Worrying not of the bullets—for she is the gun
Stand tall amongst the majority’s dream of original
Your heights will keep you satisfied
For in lust we only die
The sun’s strong rays provide the hope for better days
Yet still at times the branches twist and rest upon his gaze
Can you recall being in school?
The clock, whose hands, never seemed to move!
The scent of fresh pencil shavings, m-m-m.
A box of new crayons to not only open, but to smell.
The desks we had, actually had inkwells, we used fountain
pens.
Add the beauty of a fresh notebook on which to write.
Learning to use a ruler, what glorious fun.
Some of us really learned to read the "Dick and Jane" series.
We actually had a real Christmas tree~ ah, that scent of
childhood's sparkling magnificence.
Our wide-eyed innocence~
And yes, we could sing of Jesus and angels.
His presence was allowed to swell our souls with hope and joy.
We had no idiotic questions, such as are you a girl or a boy?
No girl ever got pregnant, there was such a thing as chastity.
Who ever heard of murdering a baby?
Thankfully....not in my day, not me.
I give thanks for these simpler times.
I don't know how children can grow up sane anymore.
When morality is trashed and relativity is forever praised
and knocking at their childhood's door.
February 2, 2020
3pm PST
The wave-
Crushing dreams
Swallowing hopes
The storm-
Influencing pain
Sleeting fear
The wind-
Rushing anger
Twisting fate
The calm-
Momentary silence
Vision of light
The rainbow-
Indications of ease
Glimpses of ardor…
We shall gather at the river
Immortal words of a hymn
That believers of spiritualism
When they meet will sing
People that go beyond the grave
Returning with messages apart
For the folks they left behind
Patching up a broken heart
Some people think that this is wrong
Their religion tells them so
Would they not listen to words
their beloved's wanted them to know
When at deaths door i knocked
Why was I sent back home
My epiphany was my journey
As along death's trail i walked
My time wasn't the right time
So the gates were firmly locked
Penned 18 July 2013 by Seren Roberts
Contest -: Glimpses of Epiphany
Mist
rises
in the way
dampened spirits
are lifted at dawn
and each thing that is warmed
by the first glimpse of sunrise
can lighten the night's darkest hour
just as sweet wildness of a hillside
turns gold in the wake after clouds have passed
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Occasionally I look at time departed,
And nearly always with a rueful eye.
Calling back days of steps uncharted,
Traipsing through days, querying why?
Times that found my heart hardened,
Ahead of God setting my domain afire.
Prior to my psyche becoming burdened,
I was merely a sinner reposed in mire.
But something happened in my life,
On the far side of minds forgetting.
Cancer and the Master Surgeon's knife,
Tutored me about another blood letting.
MORNING GLIMPSES
showering
sudden daddy
those impossibly thready legs
morning coffee
cat intrudes
sugar in its fur
out the kitchen window
snow lingers
on one flat rooftop
coffee and
wonderful morning quiet
shattered! by rock
HAIKU GLIMPSES #2
I see you
Resolute as ever;
After my own heart
~~~~~~~~~
Face well-sculptured
Time tells tales;
Poignant story
~~~~~~~~~
Dry June humidity
Sunscreen helps;
Hot as Hell
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Durian season
Pungent gastronomy;
Aromatic digest
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Words on rice paper
Delicate strokes;
Ancient soliloquy
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Finesse styles
Picture calligraphy;
Foreign nuance
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Coming home baby
To familiar notes;
What's new pussycat?
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Love unfurls
Passionate blueprints;
Vacation thoughts
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Myriad movements match
Stormy stirrings surge;
Timely troubles treat
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In fond glances
Love steals sensations;
Haiku glimpses
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This old man
Never played one;
Now he's gone
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
25 June 2015
Singapore
33.
Are dreams a rehearsal for death’s long sleep?
I am walking backwards into this fog--
Coolness is touched but not felt
My perception setting is muggy.
The seekers so often do not become finders,
But in the mist the hope is to connect again
To another transparent soul
In this haze of pre-curtain heaven.
But illusions are fragmented glimpses,
In my movie-making nocturne.
Floating above all the giggles in the shadows
Becomes crowded sunshine pools of pleasure.
HAIKU GLIMPSES #1
Busy corner
Clash of zigzag feet;
Small talk echoes
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Post Office crowd
Orderly queue;
Minds elsewhere
~~~~~~~~~
Newspaper vendor
Overstock complaint;
Financial problem
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Outdoor gymnasium
Overgrown kids cluster;
Mental muscle
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Beach barbecue
Motley bunch mingle;
Strange faces
~~~~~~~~~
Holiday mood
Not much to do;
Mental vacation
~~~~~~~~~
Seaside stroll
Small crabs scurry;
Monster feet stomp
~~~~~~~~~
Listen now
Can you hear;
Mermaids singing
~~~~~~~~~
Dawn light unfolds
Dust through sunlight;
Energy percolates
~~~~~~~~~
Lonely songbird
Serenades dawn;
Regular visitor
~~~~~~~~~
My nephew Xavier
Army boy now;
Rites of passage
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Lovely feelings
Sentimental tunes;
Yesterday's flashback
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Leon Enriquez
24 June 2015
Singapore
willow trees frolic
waltzing in summer music--
concert of hatchlings
stretching necks and bills
scanning rivers, spreading wings--
blue herons catch fish
June 25, 2020
Placed 1st: Summer haiku poetry contest
Syllables: 5,7,5 (howmanysylables.com)
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Wandering amidst the cosmic pieces,
the tiny star moves ahead.
shadowing along nature's quest,
and surpassing nature's tiniest thread.
With the sharpest vibration,
it manoeuvres above the galactic abyss.
Entrapped, in the gravity of celestial charade.
Distorting the restrictions,
it pulsates to the gates.
a sound so unknown drives away,
A sonic boom so makes it insurgent.
encompassed in the harmony,
it crafts up the path to end.
surrounded with the galaxies,
dancing to the tune of the triad.
Vibrating pulses thrill the cosmic bed,
a mystic nature the light creates.
gazing at the end of an abyss,
the tiny star starts to emancipate.