Best Murmurous Poems
Here they are before me,
surreal in the dazzling morning sun.
Against clear skies of blue, and
peaked snow-capped mountains-
these tall glaciers of Alaskan ice,
stand heavenly before my eyes.
Their marbled, glistening whites,
with multi shades of blue,
arcane crevices and jagged peaks-
stir visions of cold, ghost-like forms
that glare at me in this mysterious Bay
of murmurous creaks and moans.
More than the eye can see,
these lustrous glaciers speak,
like eerie, moving forms,
in corridors that shift and moan-
and with their loud sonorous wails,
give birth- calving chunks that fall.
With an abrupt, roaring explosion,
all at once, it starts- the large,
calved segment plummets to the sea.
Waves and splashes follow every birth.
These exotic glaciers live and speak-
more than the eye can see.
April 25, 2016
~2nd Place!
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 3
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 06/20/2022
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: Splash
Sponsor: Kai Michael Newmann
Judged: 06/07/2020
Categories:
murmurous, beautiful, nature, sea,
Form:
Imagism
Clinging at the boundary of the universe;
if it can be called a boundary at all,
is an androgynous infinity whose murmurous echo
ripples the silence of ancient marble corridors.
The once sonorous booming, a mere relic, yet
etched still in the arcane runes of forgotten civilizations;
encoded, lies dazzling truth, gorgeous and universal,
appreciated no more beyond mysticism or the surreal.
Yet it clings, desperate to exist
Where no eye shall behold,
and none shall find,
…save the listeners.
4/30/16
Contest Submission: More Than The Eye Can See
Hosted By: Mystic Rose
Categories:
murmurous, truth, universe,
Form:
Free verse
I felt our trouble brewing like a raging wind
and I, helpless to escape its stinging wrath.
In long dark corridors where he had sinned
I watched him crawling down an arcane path.
His murmurous mumblings I could not hear,
though echoed in a gravelly sonorous voice.
I knew instinctively there was much to fear.
In the surreal moment I had to make a choice.
When he woke on that cloudy thundering morn
I broached the problem that he could not defend.
His gorgeous green eyes were infused with scorn
and I cried knowing we'd reached the bitter end.
~ ~ ~
I heard he keeps pretending everything is just fine
but I know his life is still ruled by the raging winds.
His dazzling smile is a façade that does not shine
when he looks in a mirror, for he sees his own sins.
If my dream had not become so frightening and vivid
my vision may not have found a way to make me see
the Mr. Hyde he becomes when his temper turns livid.
His next innocent victim could have possibly been me.
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4/24/16 MR's More Than the Eye can See Contest
Categories:
murmurous, dark, dream, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
It is surreal to me.
Corridors of dazzling colours.
Sonerous gurgling from hidden streams.
I must be in a gorgeous dream.
Murmurous whisperings of fairies.
In arcane little dwellings.
Or are they in the bulbous swellings
of unopen water lilies?
Far off I spy two beautiful fillies.
Until I stroke their silky manes.
In case I ner return again.
Please don't wake me.
Categories:
murmurous, beautiful, dream, fairy,
Form:
Verse
Different corridors different thoughts,
Passageways of the mind,
Journeys into the unknown,
Step inside what surreal bizarre,
Captivating stories it tells,
A lifetime of arcane mysterious secrets,
Concealed forever within the heart and thoughts
Some enchanting beauty, some to wonder,
Some so obscure best not to number,
Deeper inside into the murmurous chamber,
With its quietness of sound,
Peace like the gentleness of running water,
That gently whisper sonorous,
Resounding into a vibrating pulsating love,
Shines to light up and dazzle the soul of man,
Gorgeous attractive chambers,
That are delightfully enchanting,
How miraculously within the memory
Which remains forever,
More than the eyes can see.
Date 23/04/2016 Competition Sponsor Mystic Rose
Categories:
murmurous, poems,
Form:
Rhyme
In the porch of my house
Is hung a cage, small
In it dwells two inhabitants
Ounces of flesh in feathered coats
Two Finches, a male and a female
The vastness of the sky being denied
Do they live in regret?
Do they have dark remorse?
Do they miss the fair fields?
Do they long for the blue skies?
Do they envy the birds flying high?
I wonder…..!
This cage is their sky and their world
Here they co habit in love
Unruffled by confinement
Often seen preening their feathers
I see them doing it for each other
At times they seem to sit entranced
Their songs are not of plaintive notes
Across the bars they see the sun,
The moon and the stars
Remote from preying predators
They live in unperturbed solitude
Loneliness heightening their need for each other
When we turn to them
We hear their sweet murmurous tweets
And the fragrance of their love
Seeps into our wistful lives
With night fall, they cuddle together
Close, so close, she and he locked as one
In such indivisible togetherness!
There upon they sleep
Drowsing…. drowsing deep!
Dec.23.2022
Categories:
murmurous, appreciation, bird, love,
Form:
Free verse
Through the corridors of time you travel
Just a gorgeous twinkle in a tenuous universe
So surreal to see you trip in my minds eye
Twirling into view like a dirvish of arcane times
Chanting in a Murmurous whisper incantations
then with a sonorous thunder clap she's gone
my very own tinker bell as turned to dust
she was more than any grown up's eye can see.
26052016 comp entry
Categories:
murmurous, fun, universe,
Form:
Free verse
In my mind the gallery is vast and dreamy,
The corridors are full of whispers calling;
I open a door to a land green and steamy.
It seems a thousand birds are in trees leafy,
Their wild sonorous song like violins whining;
In my mind the gallery is vast and dreamy.
I walk a dream forest and my mind goes freely,
All about is enchantment surreal and twining;
I open a door to a land green and steamy.
Lush tendrils reach out with fingers thorny,
And murmurous hummingbirds glide stunning;
In my mind the gallery is vast and dreamy.
Lovely flowers in every hue seem so sleepy,
Oh the butterflies are so colorful and dazzling;
I open a door to a land green and steamy.
This arcane dream so eerie with winds breezy,
My journey gorgeous, divine and winding;
In my mind the gallery is vast and dreamy,
I open a door to a land green and steamy.
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April 28, 2016
Poetry/Villanelle/Meditation - Vision
Copyright Protected, ID 16-783-448-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, More Than The eye Can See
sponsor, Mystic Rose
First Place
Categories:
murmurous, dream,
Form:
Villanelle
There’s more than the eye can see
Gorgeous beauty revealing enormous constellations
Deep in the vast of time between the murmurous of generations
Sonorous sounds escape through hummed earth whispers and fade
Silent surreal piety beauty veil in transparent silk tulle shade
Trapped in an illusion in the depths of darkness wink
Through the corridors of time, thirsty for a moment of a dazzling glimpse
Arcane inner yearning into the heart deeper than the ocean
All the seas and the universe motion
Mesmerized to serve its whimsical notions
4/27/2016
MORE THAN THE EYE CAN SEE - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose
GORGEOUS –SURREAL- SONOROUS- DAZZLING -MURMUROUS -CORRIDORS -ARCANE
Categories:
murmurous, imagery, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Silently, my breath aligns chi centers
as I reach a dazzling state of harmony ;
when quiet, murmurous drift brings me
to corridors of an unknown vortex
beyond ceiling of stars arcane, where
a swirling trance pervades my essence...
the howl from a surreal mind becomes
reverent, erased from the tousle
of barbed wanderings. And as inner light
swells within my third eye, this being
connects with Divine Presence like
one immeasurable union: this sonorous
music purer than all chapel bells winging,
draping my flesh with heavenly joy. Through
undisturbed contemplation, a pervading ease
cleanses all the insolent woes now
transformed into a river of gorgeous beats,
where soul’s center finds my holy nature.
More Than The Eyes Can See Contest
For Mystic Rose 5/1/2016
Words: Gorgeous, Surreal, Sonorous,
Dazzling, Murmurous, Corridors, Arcane
Categories:
murmurous, introspection, self, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
There she was…
Walking through the corridors and into his room…
Breathtakingly gorgeous like his mother’s garden of roses.
Her scent soothes him during the sad days of winter.
Believe it or not, she has broken his heart many times,
and all those times he has forgiven her with grace.
Like a tide in the sand she engulfs him. Like a drop
of dew on a rose petal, she quenches him. Her arcane
nature floats him into a murmurous state of bliss where
ecstasy carries sonorous melodies...
-only two lovers can partake in.
There he was…
Laying there awaiting her dazzling movements towards
his hunger. There was every trace of romance in her
deep brown eyes. The only eyes he has ever looked into,
and his eyes have always been what she has been
enticed by. Like pebbles on a beach he surfaces her. Like
a melody to prose he showers music in her soul. Creating
surreal magic was a gift to behold during burdensome
moments. A love so unbelievably substantial...
-only two lovers can partake in.
Here we are...
Twenty years later still surrounded by romance
and appreciation. Sincerity and gratitude calls
our name and as we walk through this beautiful
journey as one...we feel the ease of comfort. For
you are my man, the one who sets my soul on
desirous fire. For I am your woman, the one who
gives you more adoration that you could ever
have imagined. We encompass an intense creation
of the love we share during the darkest of days and
brightest of nights. Only God could bless our lives
with such a beautiful marriage that...
-only two lovers can partake in.
Your Best Free Verse Love Poem Contest
Date Written: April 23, 2016
Categories:
murmurous, beautiful, desire, love, passion,
Form:
Free verse
As Samuel saw vaulted Xanadu of Kublai Khan fame
In smoke-filled corridors of sweat-drenched Opium-eaters
Did I spy a vision so surreal as to render all my sentient senses to nought
And to replace them with a miasma of arcane thoughts.
I glimpsed of things most unimagined through vaporous clouds
Of effulgent smoke from wampums more confusing
than the peace of amity that it connoted.
Through numbing mind yet not fully suppressed
I beheld many-pillared corridors in a dazzling sequence
Of multi-hued columns - Doric, Ionian and Corinthian.
And through this tortuous labyrinthine maze ran
A languorous limpid stream off a meander
From an ox-bow lake, with a murmurous mutter
As it hop scotched the rifts on the floor.
With Cyclopean vision, floating wraith-like, in the distance
I beheld a dazzling high-domed hall,
The dazzle from a myriad gorgeous maidens
Each draped in dresses so diaphanous as to defy its definition!
And a prima donna sang in sonorous counterpoint to the susurration of the stream.
From up on high like a falcon flighted,
In anachronistic contrast I verily beheld
A jeaned and jacketed - Angelina Jolie!
It was then that I confirmed to myself -
My mind had truly busted!
Categories:
murmurous, confusion, gothic, magic, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
Please, Do You Have Double Vision?
My gorgeous body swipes with acceptance my entirety,
Loves my mind, its monumental triumphs and dark corridors,
Liaisons with winds which passion causations of complexity,
Wets my sweated brow with trickles of sweetly scented odours.
This destination is surreal, but i know i have long arrived,
Dazzling with sanity my sense is only murmurous with ache,
But why do sonorous by-passers play the goat contrived?
When i have only the arcane to interact with and myself take.
Do you have double vision too, please sir, please tell me do?
Will you see my invisible disability as nothing at all sometimes?
But upon need, will you follow my hurt wherever it will go,
Just on that odd occasion, when it surfaces and whines?
It may be that i just need that small bit more time and attention,
From that shop assistant or the bus driver who explains things,
Or may be i just require more respected by the health profession,
And not my carers who supposedly can talk for me with grins.
Categories:
murmurous, anger, angst, anxiety, memory,
Form:
Quatrain
The train, halted under the shade of sacred hill
They flowed out, and, wandered here and there
holding big, small, colorful, old and new packs of belongings
To, find comfortable chests and knees
some carelessly slept on un-desiring places,
but many there stood still
to face the misty, white clouded sky beyond the ridge,
Perceived their feet had reached
the starting point of adventurous tramp
Men, women, young and old with little ones
crept forward Just like a bunchy row of ants
filled with amazement; some stood, and watched
the vivid green forest canopy and flowering ferns
swinging in the frosty breeze!!
The minds filled with compassion, harmony
and respect each other
By murmurous chanting, that oozed into their veins
in the morning twilight
Tenderness of beams brighten the white dresses
of devotees
Time passed slowly
And the far valley down, a string of people moving upwards
on the zigzagged narrow path
Surrounded by thick green vegetation which
being the habitat of bees, birds, butterflies and
variety of big and small animals
Oozy willows dropping pearl like cold water drops
But few of moving people put a glance
at the phenomenon!
What a peregrination, having a cool gust thrill
which each body and its soul begird
The strenuous walk will bring to a halt at the noble foot print
Some managed to reach the desired end
but some could not attain the will
they stopped hopelessly, stepped down
with forsaken aspiration
those who topped the hill, huddle together
engaged customary rituals,
The eco of the ringing bell spread over the chilled atmosphere
through hill tops, forest, and the moving folks
Excitement broke out
Devotees squeezed catch a glimpse of sunshine!
The sun appeared slowly with a trembling smile
through the glistening horizon
Sunshine! Miraculously radiated across the mountain range,
forest canopy and everything
open to tender beams of light
What a huge strength,
Noble hopes and wishes
fulfilled the pilgrimage!
J.Weerakkody
(This poem is about pilgrims who climb the summit of breezy sacred mountain of Sripada, the holy mountain of Sri Lanka, where suppose to be emblematized the footprint of Lord Buddha. After worshiping the sacred footprints the devotees anxiously watch the panoramic maiden sun rise over the sacred mountain. The poem is vividly realized descriptions of nature.)
Categories:
murmurous, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
Basking in Moonshine, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s Claire de lune
(Translation of Paul Verlaine’s « Claire de lune » by T. Wignesan. Again I try to keep to the original syntactic patterns and visible layout, but I must admit I could produce other renderings which could equally do justice to the probable « intention » of the poet.)
None may ask for better landscape than where souls lie
Wherein might rove charmingly masked bergamaskers
Strumming their luths while dancing but who well nigh
Look stricken under their outlandish disguises.
Verily singing in a murmurous tone
Love that triumphs and life’s seizable worthiness
Yet hardly seem to believe in their own good fortune
And their song dissipates into moonlight’s pallidness,
Into that sad yet pleasing stillness the moon engenders
Which must surely induce birds in trees to dream
And to gush ecstatic through sturdy water spurts,
Tall chiselled water columns against marble gleam.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
murmurous, moon,
Form:
Quatrain