Best Glistering Poems
Like a royal parade,
they waddled across
the well traveled thoroughfare
teeming with autos crawling to a stop;
otherwise road rage reduced to admiration.
The regal drake held his head high—his eyes
piercing straight ahead—oblivious to the traffic.
The obeisance of his trailing brace
reflected a solemn reverence to their chief.
A mother hen shot an evil eye to a baby Donald
who quickly got back in step before exiting onto
the dew laden emerald grass—Glistering.
With the aura of a spa for creatures
bearing wings or fins or tails, as well as feet,
the pond awaited them—one by one
quacking with pleasure as they entered.
As we mounted our bikes
to continue our ride, auto horns
began to honk and obscene words
abated the serene ambiance.
Categories:
glistering, analogy, animal, beauty, environment,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Pristine...moist canvas,
Sparkling the light of the sun;
Dewdrops glistering.
Categories:
glistering, nature
Form:
Haiku
Black
I lay in my bed, alone with my thoughts, looking around,
But all I see is black.
Black is what remains of a disregarded rainbow,
Colors that used to spew from my mouth as happy words
Are now the slow drip of a faucet, thick black sludge drips down my chin.
I think about jazz hands that have now turned trembling digits,
Sweaty palms, purple nail beds, frozen fingertips.
I look at my eyes.
Once glistering with shades of bright green and deep browns.
Twinkling with brightness, beauty, and life.
I look at my eyes again.
Ringed with purple, irises a murky, foul swamp
Dull, emotionless, the eyes of a walking corpse.
I look at my hair.
It fell down my back in perfect golden ringlets
As bright as the sun
As soft as dandelions on a warm spring day.
I gaze once more.
Greasy locks hang above my shoulders,
Knotted from the countless times I run my fingers through my hair.
I listen to my voice.
Once bell like, sounding as smooth as honey,
Dripping with confidence.
I speak to myself one more time.
My voice left hoarse from sleepless nights,
Screaming,
Crying,
Giving up.
The bell is no longer in use, replaced by boards that
Squeak and creak every time I speak.
My voice cracks, shaking with fear, eventually to be silenced by
The air that is not entering my lungs.
I lay back down and look up again,
Attempting to get a glimpse of some sort of color spectrum,
But all I see is black.
Categories:
glistering, anxiety, dark, depression, how
Form:
Free verse
A butterfly flutters
In harmonious motion
In hush tones
It whispers
Yarning the secret
In mellow lures
With glistering gestures
A tinge of speckles
A lasting fluence
Categories:
glistering, metaphor,
Form:
Personification
You, the love of my heart, beauty is exactly what you define –
You are the rose of the valleys that possesses a scent so divine;
And your eyes so tender, far more like the moon glistering bright,
So is your love unto me, not half so comparable at day or at night.
Your lips, O my darling, as the stars across the clouds, beautiful
Than the lips of those whose hobbies are to tell lies so awful –
And your smile is kind, as though all joys were vested in you;
And your touch is sweet, when I lie in your arms fearing dew.
And your voice is liquid, could hardly breathe when I heard you sing,
And your kiss, and O, the velvet of your skin! what a gentle thing –
Like the softest sand of the deeper sea, stimulates shipment of sentiments,
With a plethora of love, and dignity I must say ‘My poem, –this is how it ends!’
But beshrew me, I never wish to lo and behold my soul dissever from yours,
And awake at midnight, and say: ‘The love is over and gone, or perhaps even worse!’
Categories:
glistering, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Oo…The Holy Light my love
Thou are my ultimate light I long for
I would not like to pay attention to light
sparkling on the Giza pyramid
I do not take an interest in light
glistering on the Borobudur’s summit
Also I do not care about the blistering shine of the sun
spouting to the Kaaba
and the bright light of the moon
spraying to the Canterbury Cathedral
As the only feeling I have is
a deep longing for Thee
to dissolve myself into Thy unlimited and lovely Light.
Oo…The Holy Light
who is beyond all of the shiny beam
I wish I would be destroyed
in Thy glorious gleam.
Categories:
glistering, faith, lovelight, longing, light,
Form:
Free verse
Son:
Mother, up in town
I met a giggling girl in gorgeous gown
Who shines in her hue of brown
‘Oh giggling girl’, I said, ‘will you be my own?
North and south, I have flown
And together we shall tour up and down.’
Much fine words I have blown
Much fair speeches I have thrown
And much nice stuffs to her I’ve shown
But she didn’t bulge or drown.
Mother:
Not too much to sit in frown
To make you bend in burdens down
Be still and studious on your own
A wife in time will come for you to crown
A queen to be in glistering gown
Categories:
glistering, adventure, cute love, funny
Form:
Free verse
She sprinted through a rugged woods
Away from free loading fathers and filthy no-goods,
Away from tear soaked teddy bears and lungs filled with smoke.
She found herself unmoving, crying in the arms of a weeping willow oak.
She is what remains of a fractured household,
A rotten tapestry of liquor stains, bruised bodies, and secrets untold.
She imagined what lied beyond the waterfall of misery that cascaded infinitely over her,
For she was stuck observing the world in a melancholy blur
Her blistered ankles fell weak and she crumpled towards the ground,
Peering up at a glistering light that left her wonderstruck, spellbound
She made out the shape of a body descending from above
They gazed at each other, her eyes as doleful as a mourning dove
He whispered in her ear as softly as the whistling wind,
Leaving her once perpetually dark world seeming only to be dimmed
He held out his hand to her and urged her to run away
To a place called Neverland, a world where all somber thoughts are kept at bay.
Though it seemed of her to be giving in to her broken mentality,
She longed for an escape from pain and poison personality.
As they floated above her home town,
She suddenly couldn't hear bottles shattering or doors breaking down.
She felt the pain lift from her small frame,
And the inferno of sadness that burned interminably was but a flickering flame.
They sailed across the second star to the right and flew straight on ‘till morning
She hadn't prepared for the wondrous sight before her that came with no warning
She broke through clouds that brushed her face with cotton candy kisses,
The world of true happiness and ephemeral sunshine was once real only in her wishes.
It was in the land of everlasting childhood that she was freed of all regrets,
And she held flowers between her fingers instead of cigarettes
Her face was flushed with shades of pink instead of black and blue,
And she decided it was time to write her story anew.
That night she traded her tattered nightgown for rags and a dirty fur coat,
She chose put her past in a bottle and set it afloat.
In that moment she could feel her true identity come unbound,
They called her Lost Girl, but in that moment she never felt more found.
Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please -2- Poetry Contest
N/A- 100 in a ROW contest--15 9/24/16
Categories:
glistering, abuse, addiction, depression, emotions,
Form:
Ballad
THE CRYING WILD CREATURES.
Nzongi Mwero.
Oh, we recall the bygone times,
The days of the golden past,
That chirping with our merry mates,
Flying around the parks,
Gone the joys of the nests,
That freedom restrained,
Coming at our will in parks,
But hindered and chained in the parks.
Oh, we feel painted at our hearts when we recall,
The scene in the parks unsmiling,
No glistering dew drops from the trees,
All big trees were cut down,
We can’t forget that lovely shape of the parks,
That endearing our faces.
Oh, life was real nice in the vernal shade,
Oh, we miss the sweet voices of our brothers in the parks,
Would that we had the strength to break the predators,
What a bad luck have we?
Can we pine for another park?
Brothers let us think of the weapons and tactics,
That we could escape from poachers and predators.
My friend Antelope- You can use your speed in retreating,
You Tortoise- Use your shield or bomb shelter,
My friend Chameleon- You can use the camouflage,
You Porcupine- Please use your swords or bayonets,
My friend Snake- Use your poisoned knife,
You Stunk- Please Use your tear gas or poison gas,
My friend Octopus- Use your smoke screen,
You Electric Eel- Please Use your electric shock,
Then my friend Gecko- You can Use your diversionary tactics,
And finally me Elephant I will Use my tusks.
Everyone has a duty to perform his defensive way,
To deal with poachers and predators,
But still human beings have more brains,
They know how to trap us,
We plead those with good hearted to protect us.
Parks are our shelters,
Rivers are our shelters,
Oceans and lakes are our shelters,
Trees are our shelters,
The land is our shelters.
Oh, we beg you do not harm us,
You live on land- You live on land,
You drink water from the rivers –We live and drink that water,
You get medicine from trees- We live and eat those trees,
You collect foreign money from the parks- We live in the parks,
You use oceans and lakes to travel –We live in those waters.
Oh, we are all world creatures,
Why are you killing us for meat?
Why are you destroying the parks?
Why are you contaminating the waters?
Why are you cutting down trees?
Why are you burning the land we live?
Why are you hunting us for more money?
And already you are getting foreign money due to us,
Please stop hunting us or destroying our shelters.
Categories:
glistering, anger,
Form:
Free verse
My eyes are glued to the naked truth
Fresh from the shower her body looking smooth
I only want to lay my hands on her tender breasts
Her nipples are protruding,partially hard like a dried raisin
My feelings are escalating and rising
As i think of spending my whole life with the naked truth
Her curves are appetising
With goosebumps emerging from that heavenly body
God created something so Godly
I want to spend my whole life
With the truth
My confessions are enough proof
That i do not want skeletons
In my closet
I only want to lie with the truth in my casket
The comfort i get from hearing the truth is erotic
My mind is on that voluptuous body which seems so exotic
When lies strip and tease me
I think of the vow i made to you
That i will walk side by side with you
I will admire you until the world is through
Your body is glistering with honesty
Your eyes are electrifying me your majesty
The pleasure of kissing you
Is much more than the pleasure of sleeping with lies
A million times
The whole truth is that the truth competes me
It sets me free
I love hearing the truth
Categories:
glistering, beauty,
Form:
Personification
The Stranger...
The Stranger came knocking at my door
With her eyes and lips veiled with kindness
Her glistering teeth is like diamond
I tried to read her lips
But i was arrested by her kinky smile and body settings
And tickled by her insecurity
The stranger lived far away miles and seas
But our poetic hearts know no boundaries
Hence we share the same sheet daily
She sees the things i see
We bite and bark at each other like puppies when the bones are gone
Come to think of it, she spanked my weathered and strained head with a chicken bone
With my church heart, i forgive her because she is just a small girl
She promised to pierce my obsession
Taking me round the world of our fantasies
In her word, 'time will tell'
Each day, i stand frozen wishing and watching in the winter for time to tell
But time has remained a necessary illusion
But i will still wait for my wings to grow
That i may soar and rest in her arms
The last time the stranger visited my sheet
She filled my bank with meadow, wildflowers and purple aster
Spilling her milk on my flowers
Spitting into my mental stool
Dragging my canal into an endless search
An avalanche of confession swept through her eyes
This morning, she blew me a kiss that brought the universe to a stand still...
Written by Awoh Kingsley
Dedicated to Baity Chiquita...
25th Dec, 2012....6.15pm
Chiquita and i shared the same poetic minds...she is indeed a genius and i will say lyrically sick..lol
Categories:
glistering, love, time, me, time,
Form:
Classicism
Widened lips in an inert ligneous watercraft, fervent eyes gazing the moon,
Her mane of aureate intriguing hair in a wintry night, the dark cranium of a dainty loon.
Unblemished ivory gown glistering under the umbra of gleaming stars, wondrous quietness of the prodigious forest.
Benign fog over the serene skin of a highland tarn, beautifying the panorama as a fragrant florist.
A fugitive moment's princess, the waterscape peculiarly blithesome,
A dream breathing itself out of wisdom, am I earnestly painting a poem?
Categories:
glistering, desire, dream, emotions, fairy,
Form:
Prose Poetry
SLEEPING VOLCANO---
Been hundred years since summers blazing fires, awaken
Volcanic ash burning rain fires red awake
She's a sleepy valley resting
Alas, her pearly white shaw
covers her shoulders,
Now asleep
...As I tally counting the sparkles snow glistering boulders
Shines brighter than the sun
Clear waters soft ripples break still
Sharp green pine needles waving evergreen
Sleepy lake clear view dreams
awaken snow drifts
all blighted wet white shadows
sleeping volcano
12/26/18
For Sleepy Volcano Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Categories:
glistering, analogy, appreciation, imagery, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
If you could read my eyes
You could understand
But one thing,
The disease in my heart.
These poems I create daily
Solely for you
And yet my tongue
Hesitates to utter them,
Have made a big sore
Corroding my heart
Every single
Ascending day.
I bless my pen
But curse my heart.
This worldly tradition,
That a man must openly
Spell out
Even if words are
Hot electrically circuited,
It is quite damaging.
Don’t you see tears
Glistering in my eyes?
Tears of a dumb-tied man
Who is totally wrecked
By loving a woman
Who stubbornly
Feigning to notice nothing?
Grab my hand,
Drag me behind you
This valentine day.
Since I am a coward
Who can’t date a woman.
Neither shall I spell out
What is wearing away
My tender heart.
Do me favor and
You will see
How much loyal,
A coward and shy
A man I am,
And who won’t attempt
At any coarse moment
To break away
From this jewelry love
I’m longing for.
I bless my pen
But curse my heart.
As manly heart
It should stand firm
And ignore you.
But you’ve caused misery,
Yes , misery of happiness
As I fail to comprehend
A logical way
Of arraying my spells
Tolerably
In front of you!
Grab my hand,
Drag me behind you
And you will see
How loyal and enslaved
I am
As I’m treading blindly
Behind your every wish
Forever,
Starting with this very
Valentine day.
Categories:
glistering, cute love, i love
Form:
Romanticism
A patriarch, legend, family man,
A moral compass,
An arc of proprietary leadership
With octopus creeping advancements
Inducing pomiferous effects
Africa’s epitome of
Struggle against racial oppression
The Great Madabe :
An iconic glistering personality
Held the jugular of
Erstwhile oppressors spell-bound.
According to him :
‘Exhausted all peaceful means’
Spear-headed weapons of warfare
To tackle this gamut
Rivonia Trials :
Black face in White Court,
White Court in Black Country,
Black Country White Ruled,
A sizzling paradox.
An illustrious Amicus Curiae
Who ought to ensure
Right persons do not
Travail in Court
Travailed but prevailed.
In Prison :
Remained a dignifying character,
Bubbling with unending
Vigour and vitality
Though sequestered within
The prison’s iron-gates
The ideals he stood for
Could not be suppressed
With draconian laws,
Separatist illusions cum policies.
Prisoner of conscience
A.K.A. 46664 Robben Island
His heart for his people
Obviously exhibited by
Willing sacrifice of
His freedom for countless numbers.
A multifarious personality :
A former herdsboy,
Won the Almighty God’s Heart
In tendering the herd
He saw another King David
Mindful of His creation
Nkosi Dalibonga,
Elder Statesman,
World Ambassador,
Amicus Curiae,
Exemplary Leader,
Reconciler of his nation,
Negotiator of peaceful end to Segregation.
Papa Madabe,
Indeed had a heart
For the people
No wonder God
Emplaced him as
The Primus Black African
To preside over his Country.
The Last Journey :
Home going,
From Pretoria,
The Military C-130 Hercules Jet
Hurtled through the morning skies
Landed safely at Mthatha Airport,
Eastern Cape Province
Where this son of a Chief
Spent the happiest years
Of his childhood.
Last Parade :
Colour Party of White and Black faces
Previously unheard of
A resounding result of the Struggle,
Carry Matata Madabe’s remains
To the dark coloured hearse
Amidst full
Presidential Honours…
Adieu Great Madabe
You were a Great light
Now in the far beyond,
Good night for your passage
Has caused an irreparable
Generational chasm for
Years to come.
Categories:
glistering, appreciation, eulogy, inspirational, leadership,
Form:
Elegy