Best Luminate Poems
Lazy, long, leisurely lunch,
Lolling, laughing, lingering,
O'er lamb-stew, linguini 'n lager.
In Louisville, Los Angeles, Las Vegas,
London, Lisbon, or Lyon;
At Los Olivos, Las Palmas, La Paloma,
La Scala, La Baguette, or La Castilla:
Let lunch lie palatially on your palate,
Let lunch slowly settle in your limbs,
Let lunch last always:
Let it lustrate and luminate
Life lived long and lived well.
World is so beautiful,
But view through dazzling eyes;
Supple heart softens,
Kneels before the virtues,
Non can deny,
The beauty thou hast;
It isn't about eyes,
Neither cheek, nor is thy lips;
All that drags,
Is thy beautiful heart;
Compassion, love for all,
All like me yearn to cohere,
Seek amour of thine;
Voice of thy so sweet,
Ears mellow as honey in hive;
The company with thou,
Coses me in dark side of life;
Thy tipsy beauty glares from inside,
Luminate so the world fills with joy;
© Sadashivan Nair
When writing righting poetry proceed with the following corporeal caution:
assimilate before u ass assume
build before u buldge
concentrate before u copulate
deride before u dicktate
engulf before u envelop
fantasize before u fragment
grasp before u germinate
hallicunate before u hypocrate
imagine before u initiate
juxtapose before u jauntilate
literate before u luminate
memorate before u mentorate
nuture before u negate
obligate before u obliviate
postulate before u prostitiute
question before u query
resonnate before u recreate
sonitate before u saturate
tintilate before u translate
utililize before
Xpectorate before u Xstinguish
yuletides before u yelltides
zoneify before u zilchify
it's all in the mission of word wise portrayl
of a mindful sour sequence of alphabet
anomalies grammar given and humoheld in
a grand garnered elementary entrailed
existance teacher tilt trended to a
mellow mystic grandeur of let me be me in a time
when I/me was a boring blend of boyish bother
to all around me and time spent was to inculcate
myself into an artsyfartsy minimammal of intertwined
mealymouthed measure of pre white trash tinsure
trying to find the holy grail of boyhood benign banality trying
not to succomb to impregnating my 8th grade girlfriend
with streetsmart gonadial groovy greatness guided by degraded
inacquaricies from a teen trotting hormonal hack brother
who lived his life between the legs of others. (No father included)
I savored the insanctity of him and kept it in my pants until further notice
and then had to be coaxed agressively upon annointment after marriages
annoyed. I then procreated to a purposepoint proper designated to
choicechosing the astrosign compaticosimco with the signs at mind, and
holy fecal matter, it worked wised with wanton willfuness,
thank God for 911 and. Save me Jesus.
See the sun going down
golden glory sighing lone
time for his existence to be known
for when he leaves the others cry:
O light that shines, don't show then hide
for we are hungry to survive
your golden fingers; Midas touch
leave not solid, but warm and lush
how could our aloe leaves than sooth
If you just come to surely move
Yet the sun keeps slowing thrown
and peers to those who blow their moan
just smiles with eyes of lion sight
and blast his rays with all his might;
his last goodbye before he goes
and whispers to those what they should know:
In the night there's much to fear
of odd creatures and noises *****
but the moon will glow her stories
and luminate her lullabies
so bud your heads and clover in sleep
For in the night you grow
and have the day to sweep
In dreams I'm offered interludes of solitude
where worries are calmed in total quietude
I'm swimming in the depths of a placid night
so don't wake me from my whimsical flight
I'm in still waters, where lotus flowers grow
It's soothing to be among their saffron glow
I'm being gently lulled by the motion of waves
Serenity is the healer that my psyche craves
I find soft glimmers of repose and satisfaction
away from the world's dark fretful distraction
In these moments my heart has sweet release
while I drift along in some semblance of peace
In dreams time stands completely still, so I laze
contentedly floating while my eyes stargaze
Flickering fireflies generously luminate my way
Within these solitary intervals, I wish to stay
I've been told that I'm frivolous to waste time
but dreaming is an indulgence I find sublime
Just a Moment Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Lawless
Posted on July 28th, 2020
Silhouette of a Man
Here I am sitting silhouetted in the calm earliest of morn
Watching, hearing all the birds chirp at the breaking of dawn
They're all perched up in a well trodden old-bent fence
Their shadows luminate like an unknown foreshadowing of glow
In this early dusk tis turning as daylight thus all shall do breaks
The darkness does fade for the world continues to all awakes
Leaving us all now are all the moonlight density of shadows
As silence leaves us now, for another day starts so we all have grown
At times there comes a time when all diminishing intense of a
Silhouette of a man is sitting by himself beneath the dusk waiting
Till a damsel of all bird like creatures all chirp till all hours of dawn
For they're are all perched up in a well trodden old bent up fence.
05/16/15
Is there ever a day I don't think of you?
Many thoughts and desires cloud my mind.
Your essence with mine manifests itself into a breath of fresh air.
We luminate a radiant glow towards the falling star we created so long ago.
I repeat last night over and over...
I recall our sweet kisses with candles lit so bright.
The only thing we'll ever know is our arms wrapped around eachother,
knowing our...
-liveliness will last forever.
my breath, just for you
holding eachother so tight
radiance aglow
Your hands so strong swaying gently through my long brown hair.
We reminisce about the good ol' days in high school.
Opening my locker and you peeking over to catch a glance.
You...hoping I look back at you...
me...praying it will continue...
The only thing we'll ever know why we stayed together,
is knowing our...
-liveliness will last forever.
beauty in our past
so young, beliefs in true love
alive in our hearts
Date Written: January 14, 2016
Written By: Laura Loo
Brought up with kin as animals
Instinct enhanced with repitition
over and over again
Beaten into the heads of boys.
Tongue's disfigured to my ears
thoughts saying something, saying nothing
Dirt under fingernails
Umbillical cord taken and eaten by Guides.
Omnipotent elder with heads of antlers
gives birth to lions and mules alike
with handfuls of wants and mouthfuls of aspiration
They Luminate His world.
Guides full of afterbirth stay always
Until the next life comes, and takes what is his
only to repeat,.
Yet guides change along with bodies, adapt.
I stand before it,
Something that was my present in past,
And is yesterday today,
Something that has become a memory at last.
A shade of yellow settled in my eyes,
Which would now reminisce everything in sight,
Bidding my last goodbyes,
Everything slowly flushed by a sepia light.
Those tarnished blue coloured walls,
That have been hit by our class’ cricket balls,
Those trees of green,
Which luminate the autumn sheen.
This role playing ground,
Changing its character as occasions are found,
Once a ground to our sports fest,
Another to when our parade isn’t at rest.
Those now-never-to-be-seen teachers,
Whose faces I miss,
These dusky classes,
Which now strike a lighting bliss.
Memories hidden in those benches and blackboards,
Each one has a story it hoards.
The forgotten tales of when I thought ‘their’ and ‘there’ were same,
Would be recalled if the wood had a mouth and a name.
Past is the moon,
Memories, the water,
Nostalgia, the tide,
Nothing to be felt but a warm collide.
light
hangs from
a lantern
shows us the way
right
fight
within
our inner
inhabitants'
plight
might
have gone
truly wild
in search of your
sight
light
poems
luminate
desolate souls
bright
09.10.2016
Concrete lanes going north ribbon themselves past barns and fields and small towns. A talk show interview plays on the radio, saying everyone has a story to tell. This morning a ghost of a passing moon hangs to the west, holding onto dreams. As I drive, I feel I’m in some kind of dance with friends of the past and friends of now. All I have to do is to pull to the side, close my eyes and watch the planets and stars dance beyond the blue. This land bears its history of prairies and forests cleared, of natives gone. Just before the turn off, ponds shimmer under the sun, giving a moment’s peace. Just beyond, some other people to greet, memories to envision another day.
travels luminate
landscapes of my many lives
reflections of time
The love of a child so tender and true
It breaks a heart to see one feeling blue
The joy they bring to a persons world
Whether it be a precious boy or an adorable girl
Their laughter and smiles luminate through a room
What a gift God gave to us to create one in the womb
The gift of their life is such a gorgeous creation
What an impact they can bring upon every nation
Be tender, gentle, sweet and patient with them
Show them unconditional love and forever be friends
Be there for them when they need a shoulder to cry on
Lend them you ear when they need someone to confide upon
Maintain this relationship for it is one of a kind and unique
For when they are lonely or sad it will be you that they seek
Saturated with decision
words in grain and grass
broken into tiny pieces
shards of biting glass
Born of music, lost reflection
calling from the pool
Fill me up with stars creative
sugar dipped and new
Hollow out the heart in motion
stain it iridescent
Carve the moon a silver locket
shavings from the crescent
She will hang like butter beige
stone and marble breath
on the living and the dying
'luminate their death
Breathing words of whispered sage
Tiny slivered glass
You're my music in the moonlight
lost in evening's past.
gasping out the access wax
weeping about igitate gas
several flames betrays quiver
express the judgemental heat
demise cold's returning touch
this fire burns imensely
my animotic imbredd tender
luminate a eath ballad
as I reject I fall a submerged novel
as I chose happiness I faith the heaven's glow
maladed of begone years
demonstrate the power calling
colored flamitory expire beautifully
those autums brightest day
nurturing this candles kite
rising prints of fertility
youthful light this seed
caressing expansion's flying delight
welcoming myself towards endless
delivering my happy flare
as I reject I glimmer on surplus dream
and now red love your cured my mortality
for i bleed alone...
alone...
alone...
all alone.
I'm his creation so are you? I'm loved by him so are you? I smell roses and get
giggling inside and my body embraces his reaction. I travel miles before you and he
kept me safe all along. If I was a star I would say a prayer to luminate the world. My
feet stand on earth, heaven and hell. You pick and choose your path. Where do you
belong? Have you embrace eternity as a joke or has the joke become eternity. I will
always be me and I know you will always be you. Until you meet him again
embruger.