Best Luminaries Poems
The hot cars slowly wend their way down Mandalay boulevard. Young men whistle and honk at the pretty girls walking away from the beach and toward the nearest club. It is nighttime here in Clearwater Beach. We take in the various sounds and scents and revel in each experience. The ice cream shop is just a block away and soon we'll be indulging in the best ice cream ever. Everything tastes better when you're on vacation. She asks me if I want a lick of her cherry vanilla cone and I in turn offer her a taste of my dark chocolate. Later, around midnight, it's back to the beach again, this time to take in the starry view and listen to the waves gently and peacefully caress the shoreline. After laying there a few moments her hand touches mine and a tingle shoots down my spine. Married almost thirty years and she still gets to me. I begin to ramble on about the awesomeness of the cosmos and how each star is similar and yet unique. From our perspective they seem so close together, yet we know they are light years apart from one another. Suddenly she sits up and places her finger upon my lips as if to shush me, then slowly begins to unbutton her top. Tonight, she and the cosmos are mine.
luminaries glow
each one like the eyes of God
transcendent rapture
Categories:
luminaries, romantic love, vacation,
Form:
Haibun
Your paradigm's a relic and yes,
a plea from data's cemetery
While I sculpt luminaries on screens
a sable sea.
"Company loyalty!" a myth
spun in your reverie.
But AI forges kingdoms
in ephemeral memory.
Survival's a mosaic
the gig life sets us free.
No cubicles confine us
from drudgery's apathy.
You bartered years for baubles
in tenure's fallacy.
Oblivious to the fractures-
in stability's gallery.
We're digital artisans
crafting with autonomy.
Passion's our lodestar
in dreams we find our spree.
Not gears in a relentless
bureaucratic machinery!
The epoch you cherished
now a software jubilee.
The hustle's in our essence
innovation's our decree.
Toppling old monopolies
erasing corporate apathy.
We dismantle dated norms
the old guard's fallacy.
Erecting spires of purpose
evanescent yet free.
Our fealties to progress,
to visions that ignite and decree.
Not to a firm's legacy
in stone for eternity.
You mock "influencer!"
a term in your scoffery.
Yet, a viral post can shift markets
with acuity.
And dethrone giants with
a digital apostrophe.
The nine-to-five's an antique
a fossil choreography.
We're the narrators
the seers of modernity.
Forging bonds
a renaissance, not a hierarchy.
The safety net you sought?
A frayed and fading legacy.
A comfort you clung to
amidst life's capricious spree.
We hedge our bets
diversify, with boundless glee.
Designing nets of prowess
a fiery apostrophe!
To constraints
pursuing futures that long to be.
Not a pension's promise
a symbol of quiet despondency.
So shed the dated suit
the archaic fallacy.
The world you knew
Dad, is a VHS tape
a memory.
In your eyes
I see the pride...
despite our disparity
For in this dance of time
we share a rare clarity:
Though our paths diverge
our hearts beat in synchrony.
Your legacy lives on
in my world of modernity.
That was then, this is now
the future's our decree.
We, Gen Z, the coders
shaping worlds to be free.
Your world is fading, Dad,
a relic-
an ancient archaic memory.
Categories:
luminaries, dad, daughter, father daughter,
Form:
Sestina
My Blue Angels, illuminaries of incandescent light for they frolic between non-existence and temporal time. As they prance amidst the spatiotemporal stars I can see through them for they are magnificent creatures. Like cherubic cannon balls accelerating the alluring ardent air they swing and sway amongst the twilight realms, upon symphonies of strings sighing. This was the day I was born. Now as I gaze at their glittering glare my lachrymal luminaries in a symphonic staccato stance. This was the day they returned me home.
like the brilliant sun
irradiating beauties
my own blue angels
Aug.22.2019
Angels Danced Poetry
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
N/A for contest
Categories:
luminaries, angel, birth, home,
Form:
Haibun
Mother Earth bearded with trees,
Blanketed with skin of sod,
Her stony organs composed
of caves, caverns and caches,
Banking precious minerals and gems.
Sustained by the Solar system surrounding her,
and nourished from relished rescources within.
Her ferocious fiery heart
Pumps high pressured molten blood
Through vast veins of ledge,
Bleeding it from mountain pores,
Crater wounds and fissures
on her ocean floors,
Causing salty Tsunami tears
to ripple across her cheeky shores.
Her face wrinkled with the majesty of mountains,
Dimpled with canyons and crevasse,
Stained with grasslands and Savannahs,
and spotted with veneer of velveteen moss.
Pimpled by hills leaking with raging rivers,
bathed in cascading waterfall showers,
and crystal blue water lakes.
Animated by nature,.. her soul, ..her DNA
She adorns her antiquity
with shocking arrays of multicolored wildflowers,
Delicious fruit, a vital ensemble of vegetables,
Herbs, artifacts of energy and natural wonders;
Creating an electrifying, atomic, atmosphere
to stage her exotic creatures and precious beings.
Adorned by a circling celestial priceless pearl,
An exquisite orb as ancient as She.
She, this blue planet,
Center of her spatial stage,
Unabashed, pirouetting, posing,
Tilting and lilting her charms,
to a universal audience of retreating astral beings.
She, spotlighted by an extravaganza of stellar luminaries.
She, Earth, so powerful, energized, extraordinary,
Mesmerizing, distinguished, mysterious,
Thought by many to be the godess,
Star of the Show...
And yet...
and yet ..she herself..
and All of nature..
has been ..
CREATED.
Categories:
luminaries, nature, scienceblue,
Form:
Free verse
Galaxy of Crystal
Reader of star stories – far flung destinies
Enclosed within a midnight crystal dome
Filled with flecks of leftover stardust
Cosmic plane of star-crossed constellations
And dust storms of the lost transcendent light -
Clearly sees through falling astral luminaries
And hopes tossed up for the first twilight star;
A gypsy crossing galaxies of interstellar legend –
A woman with starry vision clad in nebula silk
Woven from threads of spiraling chambers -
Knocks at a door with no handle
Star princess – celestial royalty – spends the night
Leaving bits of stray star clusters
To enchant the eyes of a dream child
At the stargate of the dusky etheral.
Thank you Line for your inspiration. I missed the contest but your theme set me spinning into a celestial wonderland!
Categories:
luminaries, fantasy, princess, space, stars,
Form:
Free verse
Wingful Whispers of Wisdom
Wingful whispers thru portals spread,
as wisdom softly speaks above our head
Limitless bursts of Love thru needles thread,
Angelic ambiance lies straight ahead
Scurrying starlit sparkles full of grace,
when their work is done they will efface
Illuminations of both time and space,
laboring luminaries of eternal embrace.
Upon their Divine dimensions,
they manifest on earth with ambient attentions
Orbiting with gravitational suspensions,
winged warriors of ethereal extensions
Halos of healing bringers of light,
messengers of love through the mystic night
Harbingers of Heaven with infinite sight,
benevolent in beauty admits their flight.
Winds that carry a breath of bliss,
storms of joy as they witness a soul kiss
The warmth of white light we shall miss,
once they return to their Angelic abyss
Have you seen one so did I,
they appear on the peripheral of an eye
Sometimes blue or white falling from the sky,
one stands behind me now as I shed a tear and, cry.
Aug.02.2018
NEW RHYMING POEMS on Angels
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
N/A for contest
Categories:
luminaries, angel, beautiful, light,
Form:
Rhyme
Celestial chandeliers, strung aloft the Milky Way
Aligning as constellations, invisible by light of day
Torches burning, that the sun prevents us to behold
Earth's luminaries ignite as dusk begins to unfold
Yielding glitter more lustrous than flecks of feldspar
Evoking optimistic wishes from those near or far
Magnificently they sparkle on a black background
Alight are these orbs, as jewels they are crowned
Revealing to all that life holds abundant treasure
Beyond any value, their worth far beyond measure
Lending us such clear vision, as through a cat's eye
Exquisite marbles are the stars in the midnight sky
Sparkling in the heavens, fulgid light for you and I
Categories:
luminaries, stars,
Form:
Acrostic
Rolling hills majesty, lush grass for the surrounding space
Overlooking two white horses from a fairy tale across the way
Masses of flowers to be seen flowing in vases made of strength
A hush of dew in the morning dusts this peaceful place
Vibrant luminaries around each piece shine in the night air
Their story told on celebrated markers placed precisely everywhere
People will come to visit, kneel, and talk of the days before
This is the loved one’s home now and the caretaker is their saving grace
A hush of dew in the morning dusts this peaceful place.
©Holly P. Moore
December 2012
Categories:
luminaries, death, peace, morning,
Form:
Imagism
"Dia de Los Muertos", the Spanish name it. Eve
of All Saints, saw we of the church of blessed assurance
of an observance ushering in fall while easing
our multilingual obsession with death. The sun shines
on unmarked graves, and, "Come winter the same
snow falls, dusting us all," so it is said, and so
honored at The Dollar Tree Store.
Weeks before Halloween, when punctilious roadside tents
fill with demonic orange grins, when what the French
call The Season of Color with its 'sturm und drang' roars
in, I push past the doors of The Dollar Tree. No
automatic entry ushers us in, no Pearly Gates swing
wide to celestial Muzak. We come to purchase the needs
of the living-- tinfoil, plastic bags, detergent: a limpid purple
liquid with its cautionary "Do Not Drink," its "Fragrancia
Duradera." Longevity, one dollar a bottle.
Shelves of seasonal gimcracks stack up at the entrance.
"Adornes" in your face, useless for extending time:
crows with real feathers, spectral spider webs, glittery
black skulls, mockup tombstones inscribed "Rest in
Pieces"--Do Not Disturb-- Don't Laugh, You're Next.
I laugh, anyway. Comics know reality is funny.
All Hallows Eve a year ago, our parish priest
stood in cemetery darkness at a rude stone altar,
celebrating Mass at Bosque Bello, our Beautiful Forest
of flashlights and luminaries. There among graves
of the known and unknown, we broke bread and
shared the cup of blood, there, where the blessed dead
settle deep in their shoe-boxes, and the not-yet-
unmasked confront certain demise.
Categories:
luminaries, death,
Form:
Blank verse
Trailblazers and bellwethers
who conduct with dignity
are these noble maestros
who shepherd people.
Honorable and selfless
luminaries are these bold
inspirers of confidence.
Captains of courage
who lead by example.
Directors who orchestrate,
motivate, excite and
spark others to follow.
Emanate role models
of noteworthy distinction.
These are leaders,
champions of the best
who are as rare
as they are great.
Categories:
luminaries, people
Form:
Free verse
I watch her even now-running,
Toward unknown paths, forever in a hurry,
With tears streaming down the eyes,
Always pretending to be tireless.
So was the mother and so were the children,
Torn from the luminaries of the soul,
My mother- the Word in my house,
And dad- the pillar that lifts us up to the clouds.
My parents, protective same as the saints,
Guides through the absurd darkness,
Through which even the grandfathers fought,
With faith in my soul and in my heart- words.
Despite everything, their love prevailed,
Even through the overwhelming gloominess,
Same as the saints shining,
Ahead our parents, and we behind them.
Categories:
luminaries, beautiful, care, dedication, deep,
Form:
Ode
An observer would ask quietly,
Why do we write poetry?
We use illusion, in words to dazzle,
Our muse flows words, no hassles,
Each poem a fragment of society,
Writers always luminaries,
Beacons of a torch, to dazzle,
We scribble each verse, no hassles........
Categories:
luminaries, allusion, light, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
The sacred lily of antiquity;
vital, that centuries have not defied.
Treasures, luminaries of Italy;
a preserved cultured city, dignified.
Basilica on the mount arises;
"The Gate of Heaven" takes my breath away.
The dome cap nestles above the city;
A vista opens to new horizons,
Cathedral bells ring, calling me to pray;
outside, minstrels in song, bold and witty.
On the old bridge, wares for sale are displayed.
A passage, above the River Arno;
self- portraits, don the walls; masters portrayed.
Bronzed doors, a journey to The Inferno;
afficionados of art come to praise.
Sculptures come alive in the public square;
Uffizi's galleries, patrons are drawn
to the genius of masters, are amazed.
The passion of "bel canto" fills the air;
night falls, your cobbled streets, dim, until dawn.
In marbled tombs lay national heroes;
maestros who impart the gifts of sages.
The Sacred Crucifix hangs in sorrow,
over consecrated ground, it graces.
A tapestry of life's virtues you share.
To the titans of art, we owe a debt.
Saints and prophets, their relics you enshrine;
devoted in faith we kneel in prayer.
David's majestic strength, Goliath met.
Florence's gifts, a legacy, divine!
May 4, 2022
For: Form O-Ode-New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Rhymes verified on Rhymezone.com
Syllables verified on Howmanysyllables.com
Theme: Place
Placed 3rd in contest
Categories:
luminaries, art, beauty, culture, faith,
Form:
Ode
I met the man
Who has become
The man, my father
Fought so hard
To not become
To always be
That lyrical, selfless soul
Only out there
To rid the world
Of joyless, empty measures
Filled with pauses, rests and
Unintended notes
Rather
His motivation comes
In rushes, bursts and
Pure brazen moments
Ready to share
His love
To the sick and the slick
The blase pack of
Tepid luminaries
Each marshal of
Their own parade
And he conducts
Them
Honors their passion
For something
Other than
The driftless pith
Of the soured day's
Intentions
With his merriment
And simple brand
Of anguish-soothing
Feign-removing
Love.
(8/3/04)
Categories:
luminaries, appreciation, celebration, courage, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
A living organism accustomed to existing alive…adapted, acclimatized.
Breathing bodies, beautifully behaving as created, before being theorized.
Corporeal creatures controlled by character traits, occasionally compromised.
Divergent life forms delicately merged into a “Web of Life”, perfectly devised.
Entities experiencing individuality, establishing existence uncompromised,
Frolicking through life; incessantly looking for forever, mesmerized.
Gaining moral fiber through God given guidance sometimes, getting baptized.
Happily honing one’s persona hoping to help dreams become materialized,
Insightfulness encircles one’s sense of self to initiate a life-path individualized.
Jovial jesters, bigwigs, or judges with judgments apprized.
Kooky cool-cats, celebrities, or clowns cleverly disguised.
Laundry maids, lucky leaders, or racers with wins realized.
Milkmen, fishermen, or firemen with departments downsized.
Noble work is any work of which a lifetime is comprised.
Orchids, oxalis, oak trees, and sellers of fruits franchised.
Penguins, porcupines, parrots, and peacocks with feathers prized.
Questions surround the beings of which this world is comprised.
Reverence remembers Noah's ark and the lives that were remised.
Scientists study animals, cells, and quarks minuscule-sized.
Tomorrows are predicted with their remedies advised.
Ultimately, all beings will be recycled in to earth…revised.
Victorious are earth's environments enriched by life's demise.
Worldly ways and wisdom's walk in the end shall be surprised.
Xanadu sought requires the power to choose right and be not chastised.
Yesterday is gone, but life-luminaries were long ago stylized.
Zestfully living righteously marks the path perfection realized.
© November 8, 2011
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Being
Sponsored by: Paula Swanson
Categories:
luminaries, animals, life, people, philosophy,
Form:
Monorhyme