Best Glint Poems
lavender tendrils
ripples on depthless water
deer snaps his head up
5/24/2018
Walking aimlessly
Suddenly a star entered
A poem happened
What was the poem
A cascade of golden light
On her hair and neck
How lovely you look
Said golden neck,the light said,
You are lovelier
The bird in my vein
Said to both of them, good morn
They smiled, glint on Nile
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6/11/2016
A-nother
N-ew
G-lint
E-ndorses
L-ight
I-n
C-ool
A-pparent
M-orn
A-s
R-adiant
C-larity
I-s
A-bounding
Topic: Birthday of Angelica Marcia (August 21)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
NARRATOR
Infatuation, mysterious,
Must possess
A hello will be good, an offer
Of a drink,
And here comes the invite,
Does it lead to a casual, or
Lengthy good night
HIM
My furniture's sparse
I have a desk and books,
I hung clean tea towels on
The kitchen hooks.
I have a chair and a cat,
Time to go forward
No more chit chat.
I have wine in the fridge
And two glasses at the ready,
Must remember
To keep my hand steady,
O forgot, also have a wife,
Who I promised to be faithful to
For the rest of my double life.
But full steam ahead,
Yes, still in my pocket
I’ll put it back on
after this evening’s affair
I’m excited, I’ll avoid
Her terrified stare.
NARRATOR
This sleazy professor
Had succeeded in
His dirty deeds
Three times before,
Would he succeed again,
And leave another stain,
A memento on his floor
At his secret flat,
By the front door.
HER
Wanted to pass her first
Year at university,
Noticed he was glib,
Certainly, no novice,
But would entice
Him to promise.
Too quickly did he offer
An exemplary exam mark,
She somehow felt
Things were off track,
Saw a murderous
Glint In his eye,
He was of slight build,
She noticed his hand
And the knife and rope,
Dug her sharp nails
In his neck,
Alarmed and hurt
He hesitated, she pushed
Him and ran to the door,
Tripped and moved a
Carpet which hid blood stains,
She put her hands to her ears
To block out the screams,
Pain and fears,
In her mind,
She would make sure they find,
this evil man,
I will destroy him,
I can,
Fled down a flight of stairs
Into a busy street,
Where she mingled
With thousands of feet.
NARRATOR
Too late too late
Bad guy,
For this you will fry,
And burn in hell,
Where are the
Other bodies,
Now all you will
Spill, and
Have to tell.
Attention is snared,
but understanding slips through
the spun web of words.
A flicker of light from each eye
Radiant blink of blue-winged firefly
Blipping waves of stardust amplify
Transitory illusions of grandeur apply
Dark shadows with fluttering beams vie
Only telepathic conduit mind's eye espies
Aesthetic appeal lingering memory ties
To the surreal, iris vent in cloudy skies
On short, pulsing wavelengths hope relies
Yet, the palling veil of dusk heavily sighs
And pale, pallid lids sing a sleepy lullaby
Cooling streams of air distance verifies
Still reaching for lurid streams, now dry
But only touching stale trail of Bottle fly
My dilated pupils, welling with silted dreams, cry
advent of first light
dew drops on a spider's web
maiden-grass curtsy
8/6/2018
Evening reaches out with an open hand
Like a forgotten presence appearing.
Every last hair bolts up by your command
Charging my living tissue with searing
Thrombosis to push those gusts to endure,
Rallying in your splendor with wonder
Opposed as delicious harmony pure,
Goading such playful rumbles of thunder,
Echoed throbbing, our obsessions collide
Nebulous in consumptive carousing
Electrified to blaze purpose inside
Slickened hope both divine and arousing:
Isometric ripples welling with glee
Sustaining the spark that breathes into me.
Numbness and blindness
Just floating along through
The blanket of kindness
With a sky that is not blue,
But white with a harsh hue,
That can blind if inspected
So don’t look too close.
But all is expected
On morphine of this dose
To halt she that’s morose.
The muffled outside world,
Looks to the cloudy cocoon
And sharp hurts are hurled
With intent to, quite soon,
Show the inside the moon
And the stars and the sky
By shattering the shell
Of the beautiful lie,
And letting the heart swell,
And the eyes see cold hell,
And the mind be bombarded
With all of life’s matters,
Stop the flesh, disregarded,
When life stumbles and batters;
Make it feel the patters
Of lukewarm raindrops
Unnoticed through fog
But everyone else stops.
They mean to unclog
The tear ducts and keep log
Of progress and days,
Not merely walk on
In an unfeeling daze
As they know she has done.
But they let her along
On her path, keep her stride
To a mirror that before
Her bubble should hide.
But now there is more,
Her eyes, they implore,
The mist has evaporated,
The eyes flit and dart,
The emptiness dissipated
As the glint is her heart,
And the meaning my art.
It makes me think how pathetic I really am
I can’t even remove myself from this bed
I remember how I use to watch the twilight paint the sky up red
Now I know I shouldn’t have swallowed everything I was fed
But I was just to naive to conceive where this path really led
And with so many men heaven must be full as well as hell
So I hope there is still room in the middle
I’ll wait here and twiddle my thumbs
And listen to the pitter-patter of rain as if it were tapping on drums
I’ll be singing until my lungs are sore
Baby soon I’ll be hanging on heavens door
Until that day I’ll walk this maze which is the second floor
On late nights I drive down to the cathedral
Sitting in my car aligned with my favorite star
I observe through the rear vew mirror to see what I saw
Some call it a hall of worship others the home of God
I’ll admit I use to curse it but now I just study in all
Brawling with my own thoughts
Conjuring up some bravery I stumble into the hall of worship
And while kneeling one knee I start raising my voice to heaven
Calling upon the creator of me
I call upon thee
I ask when did love come with a fee
I am just a human being and I’m just trying to be human
I drink I sleep, I weep, I keep a porch light on
So if my savior fails to reach me by dusk hopefully she’ll reach me by dawn
Today people speak of Scientology
But I shall not put my faith in scheming men
Nor shall I put my faith in priest do not believe in what they preach
Yet I do believe in a place we all strive to reach
So please don’t preach nor teach of absent gods
Even in all my salvation I’m phasing through each day
I look at life like it’s a book I’ve already finished
So I’ve put it on the shelf knowing how it ends gives me no help
Like a dog being beaten by his so called master I yelp in pain
Please God make this life move a little faster
Save me before I go completely insane
Now I know I’ve been a bastard
Like an old rusty caster on a mining cart I just squeak on by
I shake my head and think this just wasn’t I had in mind
The sky was an iron skillet
To heaven it crept and filled it
Swallowed the color from every eye
An iron skillet was the sky
The earth no glint of morning touched
Fields swept black, the horizon crushed
To dawn the dark would not give birth
No glint of morning touched the earth
On the galvanized drummed the rain
Rivulets streaked the window pane
The ground it splattered and atomized
The rain drummed on the galvanized
Warm and tight you wrapped around me
In morningtide we could not see
I loved you through that stormy night
You wrapped around me warm and tight
September 10, 2022
Swap Quatrain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
There are men that say united as we stand
But I fail to see a united land
They should have said dead on your feet
So as my knees give out
My mind races about
And my hand strains to be compliant with my defiant thoughts
Back in school we’re taught happiness can only manage to be bought
Then I fought these teachings and saw how they could be leaching
Twelve years and tomorrow is another routine
I can’t grasp what their teachings mean but I’m leaning towards puppetry
As of recent I find hints to what they may have meant
Lent up for interpretation but a life of lament seems to be the landing strip of the
final descent
So I locked myself up in my room
I said if this is how it’s going to be you can count me out
Because I won’t be part of this doom
Now a days I don’t find a difference between midnight and noon
The clock strikes 12 at both
No longer do I condemn tears I condone them I think they promote growth
So as the days go on I pass the time by watching through my window
At the children playing peacefully down below on the street
Oh, how lucky they are with their lives so nice and neat
They think they’re invincible
They have yet to taste defeat
And I admire their innocence they have yet to be groomed
Each day I watch for a while sometimes they make me smile
And even conjure up a laugh
From the safety of my bed I see thestreet lights flicker
And hear little Johnny bicker with mommy until finally “ten more minutes” she said
Take a closer look on the table
Dust? Ants? Frog? Banana?
It's sparkling
Maybe it's the magic fairy dust
Or a tiny alien that travels through space and time
Oh! I know!
It's your reflection, darling
See, it's the most beautiful person you've ever met
You spark so much
Do you believe me?
It's illogically, I know
Tables don't even have reflection
But the eyes to yourself is
You're great, wonderful and beautiful
Be you
Strong, courageous and amazing
On the rainy days I wind gently through the streets
Trying desperately to greet every new person I should meet
My demeanor screams of defeat
Just not the best person in this world to meet
But if you have the time my voice shall chime in your ears
I’ll bring hope to your greatest fears
You will talk and I shall chalk my theories in to your mind
At the end of the day I stray to my favorite dinner
Where the conversation gets finer
The waitress cracks a smile for every one liner I throw her
I pay my check in order to get on my way
The waitress always tells me I hope you find a better day
And I answer baby don’t you worry if I get through another winter
Spring will come carried on the back of May
Then things might start going my way
On long nights I fill up a lonely ash tray
I tap my foot that’s all it ever took and I’m on my way
Documenting the event of each and every day
Paying close attention to mention each and every piece
Like greased-lightening my pondering’s are biting down to leave a scar
Not so straight like bars
More like lines on a map we use to find our way in cars
Sorry folks I wish I could choke up a hoax
But reality always pokes its ugly head out
In all fairness what better thing to write about
A sprinkle of doubt
A small amount of longing carefully measured out
Finally a dash of hope
My personal recipe to cope with this thing we call life
Let us speak in generalities they come with much lower fees
If you should look you shall find the devil seems inclined to hide in the details
And the fine print never fails to ruin our beloved fairytales
Let go of the past, let go of the pain.
You never knew that parts of you would hit the ground like cold, hard rain
Find a balance in your mind for what’s right and what’s wrong.
See behind your own eyes for what you’ve become.
Life reshapes your smile and dims the glint in your eyes.
No one even yourself understands the madness of your love or the lost hope of your cries.
With age comes wisdom and the understanding of your mind.
The acceptance of the track of your life no matter where the future may wind.
The reasons for living can be summed up in the positives and negatives of this life.
The water still flows in the rivers no matter how dark or wild the waves crash under the moons of your tides.