Best Mellowing Poems
In depth of woods how autumn dazzles, swirling beauty of ornate décor,
Waltzing with ochre hickory, birch; whirling flaxen moods of sycamore,
Gracing my view upon blazing foothills, where vistas gamboge scroll,
Bedecking maples, swaying rhythms, with fiery red of shimmying knoll.
Zephyrs of west rustle demeanor of black tupelo, fluttering leaves gold,
Glistening burnt orange of sugar maple, revelers in sundown behold,
As remnants of gilded twilight beams, glimmer in purpled afterglow,
Weaving motifs of fall in tapestries idyllic, of blushing eventide aglow.
Autumn’s grandeur glows, as crisp frost gleams, mellowing overcast days,
Where gelid winds shudder trees, foretelling imminent wintry malaise,
Meandering with leaves falling gently; carpeting dyed, chromatic meadows,
As the arena of fall’s resplendent show, shimmers in elongated shadows.
Harvest Moon enamors sights, appealing to fervor of romantic glance,
Enthralled watching dance of stars, attuned to tenor of cosmic expanse,
Gliding over a charming night, wooing souls glued to autumn’s ruby fire,
Flaunting pizazz panoramic~ a farewell of fall-splendor, in cerise attire.
Turning life’s pages of albums, treasured memories rekindle seasons past,
Thankful for the abundance of goodwill~ heavenly blessings destiny cast;
As conversations savor aroma of pumpkin pies; buttery, nutty, apple tarts,
Spending time with family, friends; exchanging missives of kindred hearts.
Storm
ominous, dark
thundering, mellowing, drizzling
rainbow, colours, arc, promise
fizzling, fading, sizzling
radiant, brilliant
sunlight
June 22nd 2019
“Sparkling Diamonds” Poetry context
Sponsor: Joseph May
When your knees buckle,
friends walk away.
When you fly white knuckle,
filled with dismay.
When you've finally had your fill,
your family deserts you.
When you tire of picking up the bill,
feeling like no one's true.
Stand by me without fear,
I'll stand by you, right here.
When you are one, body and soul,
place first with an amazing run.
When you've achieved your goal,
feel like you're finally done.
When life's just right
a bowl of cherries.
When you feel your might
like in your twenties.
Stand by me we can celebrate,
I'll stand by you, cheer your fate.
When you just want to yell
because your sick of following.
When no one else hears the bell
and you don't feel like mellowing.
When the world is not too stark
and you have no fear you'll lose face.
When you finally make your mark
or feel in love with the human race.
"Stand by me?"you don't need to ask,
I'll stand by you I don't wear a mask.
Whether you're happy or sad
I'll be there every time.
Whether you feel good or bad
I'll show up fast on a dime.
Stand by me, do,
I'll stand by you.
01~22~2015
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Contest: Stand By Me
“Shine until tomorrow. Let it be.” John Lennon and Paul McCartney
Kindness is what we need today.
Patience, love, and forgiveness too.
If people do not think your way,
try hard to see their point of view.
Be gentle as a summer breeze.
Be not a tempest bellowing.
Be the sea when after unease,
its tranquilness shines – mellowing.
Be not a tree stubborn to grow,
withholding the fruit it could bear.
Willow-like bend; let your hate go,
and behold your heaven’s first stair.
Take that first stair to heaven. See
more stairs that appear one by one.
To quote two’s wise words: “Let it be.”
Shine your light, and let peace be won.
Nov. 26, 2020
Deep inside, where my secret
Self breathes, whispering prayers
To the One I know as Master
I laugh, I dance, I praise
With joy that is my inspiration
Deep within, where my dreams
Awaken my heart to sensations
Of light shining across bare
Naked emotions, insights
Ideas that reassure my kindness
Deep inside, where my love
Colors my eyes in a sparkling
So gentle it flows softly
Through my hopes and beliefs
With faith that leaves me sure
Deep inside, where my laughter
Pours out from my heart
Breaking me free from hurt
Delighting me with its warmth
Embracing me with courage
Deep inside, where my desire
Sighs out a fire of yearning
Mellowing my awkwardness, severity
With music that breaks through
Singing peace into my confidence
Deep inside, where my life
Imagines, wishes, waits
For the miracle and wonder
Of God’s phenomenal gift to us
Vowing love that lives forever
Deep inside, where my God
Knows me better than I know
Who I am, where I go
When I’m learning to know
God is always in control
Deep inside… God gives me
Love that lives and gives
Forever and always
Eternally, to my
Soul
Carnelian and crimsons orchestrate eye music
Ornate as orange oboes that blare a fiery woo
Loud in the hills, flaring flutes of maroon thrill,
Oscillating in burgundy trills of a breezy banjo
Red rises in volumes that the silent trees hear,
For they farewell warmth, in sun-setting relief,
Undulating in vermillion wavelengths an adieu,
Lingering long in mellowing yellows, autumnal
Free leaves wind-whorl a gold saxophone-puff
As apples blush in whistles of a taupe wisteria
Looping branches bare-brown in tuned annual
Love-fest festooned in earthen melody eternal
(9/14/18)
sloppy fields carpeted
with golden mellowing wheats
a fevered light
with vibrant sun, trapped in pigment
bleeds across the canvas
the wheat, thousands of tiny swords
with each stalk a silent hum
caressed by a gentle breeze
ever try to reach
the impossible blue
some dark green defiant cypresses
overshadowing the surrounds
stretching towards the sky
spinning their secret story
of sublime strength and resilience
providing shade around them
stand as silent vigils
guarding intruders
a serpentine path
winds its way through the fields
leading to some houses
and beyond to a cobalt stream
the dwellings of familiar shape
not grand, not imposing
stand gazing at the sapphire sky
shrouded with some stretches
of cotton clouds
each window, a rectangle of mystery
holds surreal surprises
one can hardly guess
blooming like whispers
with the chimneys` silhouettes
a smudge of charcoal
breathing quiet sighs
into the vast, indifferent air
in the background
hills shaped in quasi-perfect triangles
reflect the azure blue sky
merging with the horizon
with a sense of infinity
it is not just a scenic scene
of undulating wheat fields
and giant cypresses
but a warmth of feeling
a serenity made tangible
a quietude, that speaks
its own language
Vincent with his passionate brush
made the scene bloom
made it blaze
a place for living in peace
a place for inhaling nature`s bliss
a piece of land fallen
from heaven to earth.
Drip, drip falls the rain
cluttering on the rock mountain
seeping through the plain
collecting in the fountain
And the breeze is fine
whistling through the pine
wiping the pine leaves a shine
whipping branches into line
And long are the shadows
giving shade to the sparrows
stretching over shallow fallows
patterning mellowing hollows
Does it really matter
Whether its weather
....or its finite climate
All is the beauty of God’s creation
The harmony of nature
***~~***
Only but voices, i can not see their faces.
They laugh and recite verses,
Reaching me slowly in this lonely oasis.
***~~***
I can hear the sound of the beak of their feathers,
Their cloudy whiteness,
Living me in awesome wonders, mellowing me
Like servants to masters.
Oh! what caused this cloudy matters...?
***~~***
Again, i hear voices without the trace of faces
In the starry night,
Trying to see my joy, ignite,
To make sure am so elegant.
***~~***
I can hear them call my name,
Announcing the coming fame,
That can never be lame,
No denials by time....
Children from another world,
See them strolling around in the air,
One here... one there.. crystal
Babies all around, i know they come from where
My soul one day will go.
pestilence restlessness sedatives
represent my main directives
presentment made me infected
selective systematic collective
medative hesitation effects my relevance
like hell needs a prince
never accept limits
convince me long since
i should repent
i never new what i was trying to attempt
i believed it was from hell i was sent
because once you get under my skin
you'll never tempt me again
Friendly enemy or foe
i don't not care at all no
Then into the monster i transform im a fellin
my exoskeleton is made from titanium dripped gelatin
Perfectly flexible cybernetic veins here my bellowing
im set to kill automatic tongue im never mellowing
i spit sparatic people lavish my tongue lashing hello n
goodbye nice to see you have a good time kill a fellow n
realize im a villain include chronic in my song im telling
you dog like wrestling im raw but bloody like saw your welting
from my manic pelting i keep it strapped above my belt im melting
My personification became like a puppeteer
i dangle on the strings of my sanity
and dance in the pale moon lite
its in my nature to believe i am something i am not
a look in the mirror is a trip into a place that has never
been seen before in the depths of my consciousness
Yesterday, snapshots of life framed the sky
All past timelines refilling mind’s pages;
My chapters from youth’s byways lingered, when
Troubles of identity reached a sharp peak. They
Seemed to question a need to conform, but
So undaunted was I to be my own imprint.
Far the miles my feet wished for something else,
Away from usual paths in need of new quests.
Now, I listen to spirit enlightening my days
It cradles a stillness borne out of reflection.
Looks like the rebel within has withered
As I embrace the beauty of today’s mellowing.
Though rough winds trigger anticipation
They're washed by night’s reckoning;
Here in a space of tenderness, I listen
To the rhythm of moon bouncing: paced twirls
Stay within my center with ease and compassion.
Oh snapshots drift as mere apparitions;
I enter light’s arc blazing, while fluid instincts
Believe the past has forged a sense of rebirth.
In calm acceptance, my heart cherishes this wisdom;
Yesterday brought forth the deliverance of my soul.
Yesterday's Acrostic Contest
by nette onclaud
Sometime, someone somewhere was so passionate about someone!!!!
They met- it was fortune!
They liked- it was fantasy!
They loved- it was destiny!
They separated- it was tragedy!
How could she let him go?
How could she say him no?
His magic was mesmerizing,
His voice was mellowing,
His soul was serene,
His heart was clean,
His words were mollifying
His mind was classifying,
His love was very intense,
But he could never commence,
He never shared his heart out,
So for her it was beyond doubt,
That someone thinks of her madly
Which she would have accepted gladly,
But she kept waiting for quite long,
That one day they would string along,
He did not say out of his shyness,
He used to address her as highness,
The time passed,
Days! Months! Years!
But still same story prevailed,
He had as yet not unveiled,
She could not carry the precious but unspecified relation forward
So spoke to him about it very straight forward,
The response was expected,
She knew she was selected,
But his nervousness in committing,
Compelled her actually for quitting,
Both weren’t ready to be apart,
Weren’t even prepared for a fresh start,
But
Life doesn’t always give a second chance,
One needs to be clear in advance,
This is what it turned out to be,
One who was at fault was – he,
Their relation is still a mystery,
He can’t forget her in his life history
Still someone is longing for someone somewhere!
Beyond the illusion of skin and polite talk a shadow dwells within me, whispering unto me my deepest ugly thoughts, my secret sins, my foul intentions and slowly devouring the goodness in me.
it draws its filth from my chosen path smearing it with deceit.
The stains of the fear of having to lose an anticipated love
loathing those you remember with hate and those whose care for you is bare,
an anger driven by a hunger to care, to feel, to live.
This pain that I alone understand and cherish is master
luring me with an apparition of a budding flower, a beautiful maiden women
who comes to me in full consciousness drawing me to a secluded place
where I am vulnerable with need for company and she feeds from this - my loneliness.
With her electrifying touch, her infectious smile and the maze of her luminous eyes
I beg her to enslave me. Her voice seducing my mysterious soul into a colourful trance of mellowing.
she lived for us, died for us and in death refused to part
in eternity seeking our unison,
in her existing even though beyond this realm
she erupts the fires of a longing an enfolding passion that quickly rises and towers down and over everything I have ever believed was.
From a dull world so familiar to me of grey, black and white she leads me on to a vast land of dreams that fills me with new emotions.
Colours freshly bloom before my eyes and all this for my heart to take warmth.
Now let me alone with this pain I am forever an addict to.
The stab of it stinging my dull being filling me with a high that thrills and fills my vacant space with a loud haunting scream.
Oh! I bleed this poem from my very soul, as she whispers unto me.
My hope in her goodness that shuns out the darkness that seeks to possess my soul.
Birth adorns the gush of flowers
Across a patch that lifts boughs’ grace
Where Grandma tends a day's embrace
Mellowing the closure of hours.
The lucent sun pours dewy gold
On mounds changing autumn to snow
Her eyes agleam from sprouts below
As dahlia buds peep and unfold.
I gaze to watch her fingers dip
Into new stems between the leaves
Forgetting that age now weighs on sleeves;
Yet, garden blooms of life’s worship.
Today, dahlias lay on her earth
Surrounding a crypt, the flowers’ bride
When glory of morn stands aside,
In languid blush of Grandma’s death.
~
Dave Woods' Life Is What You Make It Contest
by nette onclaud
Mellow Years
The bearded gentleman looked neat,
As he passed my house on the street.
In declining years, yet still enduring,
Scoffing at age, merely maturing.
Chronologically ripened, who knows what age?
He’d smile and say he’s still on life’s stage.
You could set your clock by his daily walk
To get fresh air, sometimes stopping to talk.
Losing his wife, outliving friends,
Guarding his life, avoiding sins,
To a loving Savior he was dedicated.
To good behavior he was predicated.
He left the impression of enjoying life,
His body aging, his wit sharp as a knife.
Accused of growing old he simply sneers,
Admitting only to mellowing years.
—James E. Tate, March 2012