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That thing that we call poetry -
when asked where it began,
I’d say it started beautifully
before the dawn of man!
It glistened on the oceans
before man came to be.
It blossomed on the grassy cliffs
that met the first great sea.
It glittered in the moon and stars
and beamed on earth below
in meadows where bright flowers danced
and on the pristine snow.
It sparkled on the lakes and streams,
and when man came along,
he took sweet words that flowed to him
and turned them into song.
This was how it always was
before we knew of time.
The poet who begot us all
made it to be sublime.
A prisoner of poetry
thus I shall always be.
I love it rhymed and love it too
when its verse is free
Poetry has now evolved,
and as with many things,
there are many kinds. . . but I
still like it when it sings!
Categories:
glistened, nature, poetry,
Form:
Quatrain
As this week closes into hours of pewter night
may the moonlight touch your lips while
I sleep in the arms of dreams unrefined.
Though I may not be with you
on misty evenings caved by my pride,
but think of me as I send you this
whispering sigh
of an embrace feathered by the sky...
I humble myself in your presence not,
but,
wait for me to disrobe this façade,
while you can, then…
Remember days like other days
when the roof of blank shades begin
to unwrap this cloistered body
hidden in a pile of sawdust
still reeling like a glistened dragonfly.
The light bulbs of time's avenues are streaked
with marquees of a name
where the lattice of my wishes
climb into a garden of your moistened eyes so green.
Enter the 100 in a ROW contest #2 Contest
Sponsor: PD Linda 7/6/2016
Categories:
glistened, how i feel, time,
Form:
Light Verse
In wonderment I walk with the day
billows blowing
noticing not,
a beginning nor an end
lost in the mist of the rain
I pause at the crosswalks
filled with children
on their way
not knowing
life from a game
smiles yield,
flowery umbrellas holding
the rain
and a world at bay
glistened eyes overcome
and I see their mothers
dreams, heartfelt nights
tireless songs of glee
intrepidity
the will amid the worry
cars turning left
moving right
no wrong in sight
the beginning to an end
they're at their end
I see youth in their eyes
glazing over moments
years/tears
it's not the end
I greet them
noticing
all that beauty
bellowing
silently from within
Categories:
glistened, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
Out in the middle of a large farmland, I become a girl of old charm and unexpected songs again. Past the flanks where cluttered rows of hyacinths and ferns quiver, disarranged huts begin to shake as the rough wind wheezes. And on this late July, mounds of dust remind me of summers back in my grandfather’s hometown. Yet, a different vanishing overtakes me.
a season passes…
carrying all its flowers
to emerge as buds
Watching for thrushes that grow moist from dusky froth , my heels trek along deepened clay. As I lay on haystacks listening to stars chiming, the inky moon sinks its riddled face through a veil. Somehow, I feel alone...abandoned like the opera of a heart which seems to fall into a tragic ending. Yes, Grandpa isn’t around any longer, as a eulogy of tears swells.
on this barren field…
a solitary twig cracks
from one glittered tree
The nightfall drools looking for the yellow among clouds. For a while, the hazy outlines of strangers--native women and children ---disturb my old revelries when Grandpa would linger by the porch dipping tunes from his violin. Through calm intervals of laughter, we sway together; fire to air, salt to honey. Much as I need to inhabit this space, it no longer belongs to me, or to him. But twilight comes brimming with all the glistened jewels of our own world.
between two lifetimes
is a haunting melody…
like a song unsung
11/19/2015
Creative Haibuns Contest
For Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
Categories:
glistened, beautiful, grandfather, memory, nostalgia,
Form:
Haibun
Beholding aspirations of the marigold sky I sailed
As hushed purple dawn was rising above the bay
Glinting platinum hued tides bouncing off the quay
While the boat turned, in quandary of the unknown,
Cognizant that discarded memories had returned
To quiver bruised emotions on gold dusted ripples.
Was that you, my dear, longingly saying hello
From our quaint cottage on glazed verdant shore
Crooning praises of your glittering rose bouquet
Where gilded rays refracted, sparkling magenta vase
Sitting atop embroidered tablecloth you made,
Graciously standing there in welcoming poise
Happy that you rearranged life, just as it once was,
Having removed all clues of our interrupted past
When penance of remorse sought brand new start.
I recognized ruby vows you sprinkled on daybreak
Bashful, as twinkles of smile glistened your face,
Seductive in whiff of perfume blazing memory lane~
Indeed it was you pledging promise of a new day!
February 15, 2021
Placed 3rd: Mind your P’s and Q’s poetry contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Categories:
glistened, emotions, feelings, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
In dawn's aura, mountains glistened with snow.
Rooster's crowing proclaimed the break of day.
December's frosty winds began to blow
as clouds shadowed a sullen shade of gray,
and serpentine ripples flowed on the bay.
Dimmed were rays of light from the sallow sun
when for a while its beams had gone astray.
Gusts of wind on this Christmas Eve were spun,
blustering and blowing grim clouds away.
'Twas time to celebrate Jesus' birthday.
Christmas morning folks gathered to rejoice.
for the Saviour born to erase sin's stain.
Choirs sang like angels in one ardent voice,
hymns honoring the infant in refrain.
Over God's Kingdom, His Son shall ere reign.
On that Holy Night, when stars were shining,
swaddled in His mother's arms was a child.
The world no more lay in error pining*
for God and sinners would be reconciled
through the Christ child's life so tender and mild.**
December 13, 2022
A Christmas Special Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
*Lyrics from 'O Holy Night'
**Lyrics from 'Silent Night'
Categories:
glistened, christmas, god, jesus,
Form:
Quintain (English)
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Soft melodies of misted spray
adrift ‘pon glistened air
Cascading waters on display
their touch of moisture’d share
As fern leaf sonnets fill the trees
illumined emerald green
Symphonic spun tranquilities
embrace this peaceful scene
Sweet solitude in whispered song
on crystal stream it flows
O’er polished stone it rolls along
as time so gently slows
This moment, pure serenity
of shimmered heaven’s grace
A world of nature’s harmony
is felt this wondrous place
~
9/10/19
Written for the: Picturesque Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Categories:
glistened, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
~
If on this eve of glistened skies
when crystal snowflakes fall
Amidst the hush of tempered sighs
where heartbeat whispers call
Your mind is lost another place
as moonbeams dance above
In wishes that you long to trace
of visions filled with love
Remember as the evening nears
and stars reflect your smile
Within the shimmered light appears
in winter’s mystic style
Another who does feel the same
beyond horizons clear
In quiet breaths he sings your name
in hopes that you will hear
One who longs you by his side
as nighttime breezes sift
In harmonies sent to confide,
melodic thoughts adrift
So listen as these flurries flow
and in your heart believe
There is a man who sings of you
this snowflake glistened eve
~
Categories:
glistened, good night,
Form:
Rhyme
“I want to be alone… with someone else who wants to be alone.” – Dimitri Zaik
I was born an introvert,
misplaced in an extroverted garden.
Mother's cocoon,
which once kept me safe and warm,
now left me exposed to
green-eyed predators,
who stole my fluorescent fragility.
Is it any wonder that in adolescence,
my heart resembles red glass,
which can shatter at the slightest betrayal,
bleeding in crushing, harlequin drops.
In between the silence of heartbeats,
there was a demonic darkness,
plaguing the scent of my honeysuckle aura—
making me feel an imperfection of ugliness.
Until a vision of a celestial silhouette,
appeared in evergreen ethereal tones.
His smile glistened like tender
pearls of white, seducing
my senses speechless.
I am like a drop of rain upon
his petals of orchid glory.
I know there will be monsoon seasons,
erratic elements harassing my presence,
among his poetic prestige,
yet, I yearn to be
the one,
who is forever enthroned by
his emerald eminence.
Categories:
glistened, dark, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
I dreamed I was inside a bulb—
a cathedral of filament and glass—
not dead
not born…..
but shumming**.
Glass walls curved like time
sealed but translucent
my fingers curled around voltage
like a secret
God was transcending.
The socket hummed a lullaby
of static.
Every breath of mine made sparks
the air electric
with grief
and longing.
I saw myself outside the bulb
in a room wallpapered with eyes—
each iris twitching
like a seismograph.
They watched
as I shimmered like an angel
in a jar of fire
as if I were proof
of something
too holy
or too hideous
to name.
The room beyond
glistened with wallpapered surveillance—
each gaze a blink
each blink
a test of identity
a hymn of entropy
and wonder.
I touched the glass—
cool as frozen memory
thin as a promise—
and the world on the other side
shuddered
like a dream woken
too soon
My thoughts turned tungsten—
spiraled
stubborn
resisting
the spark of enlightenment
or extinction
I spoke
and the words bent back
like boomerangs
buzzing
with static regret
A child approached
barefoot
real
impossibly tender…..
She looked like someone
I might have loved
if time had taken pity.
She placed her palm on the bulb—
her skin against my sorrow
the warmth of it
startling
as mercy
a forgiveness.
“Why are you in there?”
she asked
or perhaps
thought—
her voice the color
of candlelight.
I tried to answer
but my vocal cords was hardwired
my tongue
a fuse
My words came back
distorted
looped
charred
as if language
were combustible.
For a moment
I flickered
between purpose
and obliteration
Then
the ceiling cracked open
like a wound
and light poured down—
not to reveal
like revelation
like judgment—
to burn away
the questions
And I understood—
not everything illuminated
is meant to be seen
not all vision
is freedom…..
Some truths
are meant to flicker
fragile and holy
inside the bulb of the soul
unspoken
unchosen
alive.
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**Shumming: Shimmering Humming
Categories:
glistened, identity, imagination, introspection, philosophy,
Form:
Narrative
Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs
Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found
Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling
Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found
To where the ridges merry make
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers
Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found
Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong
Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found
For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found
Categories:
glistened, adventure, allegory, angel, art,
Form:
Rhyme
In a valley where our hands etched the moon
Through luster of nightfall’s October veil;
We shared confidences through hazed monsoon
As I rambled on, keeping each detail
Of common views…angels, books, a jazz tune
While a serenade for two charmed night’s grail,
Igniting warmth with his presence everyday…
Slowly, we knew this was destiny’s way.
Through persistent journeys, time clasped one spark
Enshrining three years graced by light above,
A pledge to remain steadfast, to embark
On endless devotion crowned by flamed love.
Again, he offered eternity’s mark,
That would seal our vow like heaven’s white dove
And my moist eyes glistened just like before,
“Dear one, fate shall lead us to evermore.”
Love Story Contest For Silent One
Form of Rhyme: Ottava Rima
Re-submitted 11/3/2017
Categories:
glistened, destiny, love, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Fighting mid the strong and bold,
His eye and blade were keen;
Marching like a thund'ring storm
On foes of Faith, his queen.
Now returned in victory
Upon his mighty bay,
Set he off to Langley Tow'r
Her summons to obey.
"John the Squire," the footman called,
And held the oaken door;
Faith, it seemed, had gleaming eyes
Like never once before.
"John! 'tis good to see thee hale,"
The queen exclaimed, and rose:
Tales have sped to Langley's gates
Of many broken bows."
"God has saved me whole and well,
By prayers, I ween, of thee;
Tell me please, my lady Queen
What service I may be."
Saying thus, the squire bowed
And doffed his burnished helm;
Struck in awe by Faith, his love,
The queen of Arthur's realm.
"Gilbert saith," rehearsed the queen,
"That deeds of thee are done
Greater yet than those of Wat
Or even Henry's son."
Tears bedecked her youthful face,
And glistened in the light;
John the Squire, as she had hoped,
Had done her favour right.
"Nay!" the humble squire cried,
"This word is not so true!
How could I, the meanest squire,
Perform the deeds they do?"
"Hush!" It was a firm command;
"I'll hear these lies no more;
Kneel before me, Squire John,
A knight shall leave the door."
Down before the queen he knelt,
He pledged his knighthood true;
Swore her ev'ry small command
With cheerful heart to do.
From his side she drew his sword,
She struck the accolade;
"Thus the greatest knight," she said,
"Is from a squire made."
From her hand the sword did fall,
It clashed upon a stone:
"John, if battle claimed thy life,
How could I be alone?"
"God has prospered all my ways;
My Queen, I praythee, cease!
Soon these wars shall claim our foes,
And Britain be in peace."
Faith remained there by her throne,
With light upon her hair;
Not one maid of Camelot
Was even half so fair.
"God be with thee evermore,"
She bravely said at last;
"Guard and keep thee from the foe
Until the very last."
John the Knight farewell did bid,
And swiftly rode away:
When the wars were hammered out,
He'd be a king in May.
For the Famous Art contest. Inspired by the painting "The Accolade" -1901 by Edmund Blair Leighton.
Categories:
glistened, christian, faith, love, me,
Form:
Ballad
On better days, On better nights
before wide blue yonder
turned into a black widow spider
Have we met , Have we painted a blank canvas
Have We shared the same pallette
Have We danced to the tango vals of words
through soft tangerine haze
that hoovered gently , slowly
Outside my windowpane.
I could swear you were here.
Like an unsettled moon I blushed at your sight
Stars glistened just because I watched you smile.
Pastel Fresia washed my empty sheets
with fragrance Sweet and mild
I nestled in your arms like an embarrassed child.
But ... But then I turned my face away
I closed my eyes to sleep
I drifted with the wind that billowed far from dreams.
Reality hit hard . A stranger was and still to be
Naked of identity, sinking in your silence
Suspense and mystery.
Struggling in a prison too scared to be set free.
Too weak to show emotion
too strong to heal and feel.
On better days, On better nights
before wide blue yonder
turned into a black widow spider
Have We met , Have We provoked the spaces
Have We walked hand in hand
Did We create moments so hard to forget
Or do We live the memory that whispers
No regrets ! ! !
Inspired by an oldie song 'Feelings '
Categories:
glistened, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
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Gently, they swirled about in Winter's frigid wind
No two were identical, none were ever twinned
Each ice crystal, a pristine beauty transcending
Tumbling from clouded gray skies, softly descending
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I frolicked among them, as amused as a child
Infused with wonderment and totally beguiled
Tree limbs brocaded, deeply embellished with snow
So beautifully they glistened with lucent glow
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How quickly it gathered on rooftops and hedges
Wafting, free-spirited, collecting on ledges
Down, they continued twirling in a tranquil scene
Etched in memory as idyllic and serene
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I was enamored and enthralled as it drifted
Toward heaven, my eyes were gratefully lifted
As each flake so elegantly fell to the ground
Creating a dreamscape without making a sound
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Like dainty birds, they fluttered in such a hurry
a flock of crystal snowflakes, in Winter's flurry
My world was blanketed by a quilt of pure white
Tonight it would sparkle brilliantly in starlight!
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December 10, 2020
Winter Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Categories:
glistened, snow, winter,
Form:
Rhyme