Best Luster Poems
Triumph luster can forever last against stain!
Verily true when won thru God’s might and His grace
With faith in His might as the Supreme sovereign.
Victory medals glow with accomplishments’ gain
While the focus is on the Lord in running the race…
Triumph luster can forever last against stain.
Trophies garnered in battles will just be in vain
When selfishness is upheld by arrogance-brace
Showing patina’s tarnishing effect so plain.
Pageant crowns sparkle with pleasant beauty midst pain
As virtuous deeds accompany worship-praise
Triumph luster can forever last against stain.
Championship belts may hide every corrosion-strain
But not the rust of greed and envy with their trace
That are encroaching the heart and hurting the vein.
Jewels of genuine works shine on servant’s terrain
Gems of life-building treasures reflect prayer rays
Triumph luster can forever last against stain
In honoring the Lord* midst His loving domain.
*Proverbs 3:9 Honour the LORD...
June 30, 2018
5th Place, "Patina" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausin; judged on 7/3/2018.
In spring sunlight won't
penetrate the dense forest,
while the redwoods grieve...
Their flat, sharp leaves are
dull, a shimmering luster
gives them full life again...
The oaks suffocate,
their new branches can't spread out:
their wish suppressed...
Moss-covered hemlocks
thrive, clinging to a vain hope:
no birds' song they hear...
Forests confine lakes,
embellishing their lush landscapes:
shading eagles' nests...
The cherry birches
have a shimmering luster,
they droop before dusk...
Entered in Raul's Moreno contest, " Solace in Nature "
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Quilt of dawn
blooms laden, heady with
dew, spilling luster on a meadow--
faces wake to greet the whistle of steamed teapot,
as sunrise renews its pact with blest hours of work’s endeavor
through fine celebration of moments lifting gratitude’s token --- divine.
Enchantment Through A Prism Contest
Posted by Ashley Conte / 12 Dec 2014
Title #1 Morning Has Broken
Into a luscious and darkened wood
heading home,I gaze above a lea,
Suddenly I'm not where I should be
as clouds enthrall , my senses allured!
A thousand stars blazing everywhere,
over a mantle of softest pink.
Yet each of them differs... in its blink;
Flaunting its own luster in the air.
One twinkle reflects of dreams quite free;
another flicks umbra, sad 'though wise
And beyond northeast, to my surprise,
this youngest flame, speaks of love's decree!
Twin stars blush in rare hues ...mauve to gold,
quivering on skyline's hallowed grail,
Through prayers deep, I thank nature's trail
where Light leads me to wonders, untold!
Amber skyline
Drapes midnight’s ceiling
Tints of luster fade
Airbrushed with mist
Wafts gently twirl
In a slow dance
To warm earth’s repose
©
Shanzi for Joann Grisetti
by nette onclaud
Dark shadows ticking like time-bombs
mark the place that lovers quarrelled;
Stark reminder that luster fades;
Trademark is the glass that was hurled;
Broken to pieces above them
been a long time but it’s there;
Ten years ago feels like last night,
Sin when hurt befalls love so fair.
Suctioned palms engulf my
glass
Heckled so we threw it back
Ribs transcend and held it in
A single tear drips down your
nose
Perfect finger held it froze
Gaze off through your frosted
pose
O cave... Thy face ~ A guise of disbelief....
Whilst thy two feet lie...Deep beneath the mount..
A pathless space...Without a twig nor brush...
Severed fromst sun's... Ablaze'd watchful eye...
Pale beyond a age'd stone's ~ Grave beckoning...
Whereabouts the plumply groves... And gardens....
Acquire their silence... Tracing pending time...
Midst a kitten's playfulness imagined..
O Cave... Of earthly works ~ Harbor of stone..
Mid first embrace..A dark maiden voyage...
An undivided sketch ~ A valley beneath...
The tall skeletons of soaring towers...
Filled with a shadows voice of fortune..
A flesh-less face ~ Disobeying luster..
flowers bloom in spring
calling too all hummingbirds
filling them with life
To my dearly sun,
I am your moon don lose me.
There comes a time that,
You'll find yourself, full of stars
But, don't forget me I'm here.
Eyes..eyes, I always see your lambent eyes.
Staring at me, ever scintillating,
As the glimmering, summer sands of time.
Dreaming of drifting heavenwards with you.
Like two sparkling candles rising heavenward,
Melting sensually into each other with a warm rainbow hue.
My crystalline obsession yours be,alone for life.
Any thought of you, totally mitigates
All earthly,empty, needless strife.
So place your lush, libidinous lips on mine.
So that we may burn ever so brightly
Till the still, setting sunset of our Romios star time.
Your~ Panagiota
April 23, 2020
7pm. PST
she would sing with birds
known to set many records
drank many tankards?
she sure seemed so fine
my vivacious valentine
drank big Ballentine
Have you ever heard of
Ballentine Beer Before
we were researching
trump lies that had been learching
on big nose perching
had many close shaves
trump would make many big waves
we became his slaves
(stabbed him with some staves)
(he never behaves)
(leads us to our graves)
(we became his knaves)
(often us depraves)
(does grunt when he raves)
(owns atlanta braves)
How about that for quite
a few laughs with warm bathes
then travelled on Trump
putrid paths.
Not placed in contest "Musings of love"
In the verdant vale of my heart,
contoured by dormant desire,
I carved a craving channel to reach you.
The cloud of yearning melted
in mesmeric torrent of craving,
made a spellbound stream
gliding past me ebullient,
I swam under the hypnotic sky.
In the current of your charisma,
my senses surged through
the mystique moonshine aura
with the sequined lattice of love.
Spring departed as the season turned,
gave me a gorgeous gift,
a red rose posy of your heart,
resplendent with the patina of love,
in the summer of discontent,
I didn’t let it wither.
In midsummer nebulous night,
under the star-studded sapphire sky,
you were with me lying
on the passion bank of the ravishing river,
soaked the satin stardust of longing,
where in the vivacious vase of my heart
the roses you could see
radiate the fervor of my lustrous love.
The ardent music of fantasy I composed,
tuned to the mesmerizing melody
of the serenading sensuous stream,
weaved with its lyric in your entranced eyes
the tapestry of my dream.
When my golden garden gleamed
with the eventide’s halcyon hues,
you embellished my rose buds of rapture,
that in your enticed eyes I saw unfurl
with the lilting luster of love.
Raindrops on the rosebud,
And battlefields of blood,
And earth and sky in darkness,
And house and hill sparkless.
And shadow in the meadow,
And violets down below;
And birds sing to wood and dale
Of a recurring love tale!
The world yet is sleeping,
The ivy yet is creeping;
Soon awake dreaming land,
For redemption is at hand!
And petals soon open wide,
In the heat of morningtide!
And soldiers return anon,
Earth's battle wounds gone!
The brilliancy come at last!
And all sorrows in the past.
And joys of all things good--
Christ returns--He said He would!
She was not beautiful like the sirens sharing their luster on pages,
But she was beautiful in how her thoughts gracefully floated through worlds.
A spark in her gaze when she spoke passionately of her love,
Splendor that, beyond voice, awakens new stars in the heavens.
Beautiful in a smile that gathers springs within another soul,
Even though from her lips flowed rivers of silent melancholy,
Her beauty did not lie in flesh, but in sacred mysteries,
That from the depths of hearts, like from deep wells are drawn.
Like the dawn that dresses the day in sapphire garments,
Not for the light it casts, but for the promise of tomorrow,
Beautiful were her roots which had stealthily dug into the being's soil,
Beneath each shimmer, a vast soul that harbors harmony within.
And thus, she found silver paths to walk at least once more,
Even when life's threatening storms swirled around her,
One who looks beyond the curtain that time weaves laboriously,
Could see how through her, the universe borrowed a piece of heaven on earth.
Her beauty was not built on moments that come and then fade away,
It was the very eternal song of life, building castles in her arpeggio.
She was beautiful, free and pure, beyond masks and shyness,
She was beautiful... not with an alabaster beauty, but in the depths of the soul.