Best Radiating(A) Poems
As a misty autumn succumbs to winters harsh chilling grasp.
The sky turns bleak and hues of shrouding grey.
The ominous days unfold shorter and colder.
The remnants of vegetation lie pitifully withered and sparse,
as nature rests dead and in the throws of decay.
Early morning frost like sprinkled powder
smothers a barren land
and shards of ice hang from naked trees as fingers of a hand.
Dew drops appear like goose bumps,
along a parade of wrinkly naked trees.
Bare branches and rooftops seem lifeless,
as birds have no desire for frosty serenades.
Trampled iced leaves, decay in ashen damp air,
as snail-like sluggish humanity adorns its seasonal fleece.
Despite winter's scentless bitter breaths,
the soul ignites an internal bonfire -
radiating a vigilant glow to the surface.
Silent One collaboration with Peter Dome.
13 November 2020
Thank you Peter for this brilliant collaboration.
Peter is a very talented poet, please check out his poetry.
As a misty autumn succumbs to winters harsh chilling grasp.
The sky turns bleak and hues of shrouding grey.
The ominous days unfold shorter and colder.
The remnants of vegetation lie pitifully withered and sparse,
as nature rests dead and in the throes of decay.
Early morning frost like sprinkled powder
smothers a barren land
and shards of ice hang from naked trees as fingers of a hand.
Dewdrops appear like goosebumps,
along a parade of wrinkly naked trees.
Bare branches and rooftops seem lifeless,
as birds have no desire for frosty serenades.
Trampled iced leaves, decay in ashen damp air,
as snail-like sluggish humanity adorns its seasonal fleece.
Despite winter's scentless bitter breaths,
the soul ignites an internal bonfire -
radiating a vigilant glow to the surface.
Silent One collaboration with Peter Dome.
13 November 2020
"We are moving fast towards an age where people will be lovers of self, lovers of
money, self-seeking. Self-gratifying, laying aside morality, spirituality, family
values, and God, for self-preservation, self-gratification, and a cheap thrill.
2 Timothy 3:1-5
Beautiful, Black, Precious, and Complicated
Nothing else like it has ever been fabricated because the recipe stated the
ingredients are outdated. And the original chef barely got credit when He made it.
So without sounding antiquated, let me tell you how I'm rated:
My Beauty is my quality that offers pleasure to the mind or senses. It gives me a
conspicuous essence to remonstrate the world's false pretenses. My temple
becomes a domineering visual aspect of grace, radiating a Saint's best quality
on a child-like face.
I'm Bold, Black, and Original of course. I stand with full force and demonstrate my
strength with no remorse. It's a color of authority and power as stylish and
timeless as an extraordinary and eloquent flower.
I am Precious, Gentle, Sweet, and Simple. I make all my flaws seem accidental.
A treasured soul that can't become nothing less than monumental. It only makes
sense that my ingredients are kept confidential.
Sophisticated and Complicated I remain, yet such a *****, audacious bird.
Professionally e-nun-ci-a-ting every word and ar-ti-cu-la-ting every verb. Inquiring
about uncanny intellect which remains unheard.
My aura and my persona suggests Royalty among most high. Promising me a
productive future and a thrill of a ride. So the next time you happen to stumble
across me, the child of a King, I prefer to be referred to as MISS QUEEN in your
dialect of linguistic strings.
I first met her on a holiday at Shuklaphanta Wildlife Reserve.
Love strikes me like lightning when I saw her,
so powerful and intense it can’t be denied.
It turns me inside out,
and there was no going back from it.
Once the thunderbolt hits, my life irrevocably changed.
With a carved stem-thin figure,
And sparkly appearance.
Her pencil-thin eyebrows,
eased down gently to her velvety,
Eyelashes.
Her beauty is the celebrity's cute wind-swept
twisting through
the late evening's darkening heavens.
Her smile shines stunningly
like the sun rising over the skyline,
her luminous, heavenly-white teeth flashed
as she pawed at me with her flick star nails.
Her gorgeousness is the stars
that is now quivering into view
as their star shine ends its life journey
as a whim I am.
Her enticing, constellation-blue eyes
gazed at me
over her syrup-sweet lips,
She had a springy character
and a syrupy voice, which I idolized.
She is like a candle's flickering flame,
radiating a soft warm light into me.
Her hair was ebony-black
and it tumbled over her shoulders.
Her beauty shines from the inside out,
It flows like a journey down a long route.
Those sugar candy-sweet lips,
her well-designed personality,
all awestruck me.
Her eyes sparkle like a bright star in the sky,
seek out the good in me.
Her body ornately furnished with typically girlish curves,
Her voguish garments still kept enslaved an odor evocative
of lemony fresh and floral-fresh mint.
It loitered in the apartment long after she had gone.
Sunny and bright are your colors
Using your pretty face to wear
Never a frown always a smile on your
Face of pedals showing
Love for us to enjoy
On a hot summer's day
Water in a vase so you can drink and
Everyone can enjoy your beauty
Radiating a pretty yellow glow a mile wide
Wrapped in pretty primroses
Radiating a sweet fragrance
Is 'My gift' ,I do declare
So close to my heart that
It beats with every sigh
I take so as I care
'My gift' is like a daffodil
Its colours are like a fiddle
Giving the music of life and love
It makes my heart fly as if a dove
Towards the Mountains of love and peace
Amidst the skies above and beyond...
Reaching a secret hidden place to rest
So does my heart come to know the 'best..!
'My gift' I now unveil
Is 'My Life with you'
I have cherished so ..
From the time..
I was a bud in a flowering bowl!
Flowers bloom in a chromatic aura of delight,
discover the seamless sky's resplendent light.
There is a radiant glory etched into the soul,
evoking eerie charisma with flawless insight.
Shimmering tinsel bathed in a satin dark roll,
straying in a misty shroud of moonbeams toll.
Alas, meadows sparkle with a celestial shower,
radiating a sapphire color as a bursting pole.
Charming, bright, dynamic, and full of power,
a hypnotic smile as dazzling as a vivid flower.
Something to lift the spirit is welcome,
With charisma, even stars can empower.
Charismatic people may view it or build some,
There is an ace line betwixt icy and keen to come.
At a bitter show, you whisper your sympathy,
Is the man insane? He appears to be in bedlam.
It's beguiling how we all have telepathy,
I'm not my visceral gear, charisma, or apathy.
Fake deeds, attire, tone, and words hide real fear,
Proved that a fake me is swell to a fake dignity.
The disparity and effect of charm and sheer,
What happens if you have no links or peers?
It may avow time to equate charm and loot,
Even more, neither will be used as a frontier.
Is anything you sense me that finds me a hoot?
Your beauty to draw me out of my gloomy root?
Still, I am both myself and you in this maelstrom,
My grief and your charisma save that ripening fruit.
Written: February 03, 2023
1st place contest winner
Writing Challenge - C Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
The woman Sira
So, woulds’t Pan entice me
in a land of beauty, known as Umbria.
With silken surround
radiating a web of utmost magic.
Oh! wondrous creature.
Men to trip and fall liken children,
who in such fairy tale
upon hearing music, were captivated.
As in Hamelin to be entranced,
to follow blindly to be bewitched.
Oh! how I desired to hold thy hand,
Oh! how I desired to taste thy lips,
just as the wolf, wilt I await?
To watch silently to gather up all mine cunning.
For you Sira are indeed, a rare gemstone.
Accustomed to cast away all curious suitors.
Now Pan didst cast you up,
and to offer the cup of such delicious amour.
All wilt pay a price,
draw back the facade.
Gaze now at mine armour and vanish
forever..... as one.
Mitigating migrating mermaids mingle marvellously. But only after consuming an oyster. Oysters can be quite operatic and operas are neither optical illusions nor organised instruments either. It is within the waves that patterns form. Darting to a mn fro. Discovering depths. Creatures yet unseen whisper to waters and sailors chant and clap several times to catch fish and avoid bad weather. The force of a tepid whiskered whale is held in high regard by a limpet. It is within a ball of nautical booms that a book is born but books made of bread should only be served in oceanside cafés and skinny waitresses in shell costumes could serve the wares from sandy plates with hair akin to seaweed dried in the sun. How rather amazing the plumage of a plummeting plum formation. Isnt that astounding really? For a dishwasher could be rather dishonest whilst all the commotion was occurring from clam tables and therefore lose the cutlery. Oh no and an oompa oompa noise means the knives have halved and dived into the perilous back of the drainage system. Must rest then the test must surely be adhered to. Like perhaps the placing of glue before washing? Yes. That would be it. Key to involving a mighty whoosh from a water machine that delivers much fresh to a stale stagnation. Static vapours only really occur when the moon is round and not triangular. Ha the curds are arriving just look at their hands painted in rainbow italics. Ha the covers of the shops are radiating a luminous glow today with ten flowers laughing from the roofs. Grafted grinding grinning crinkled paper basket in a bow tie and a trilby hat. How rather cute! And a stained weather map is a target for an ambient ship parade. Xxxxx observational z z z z z at thirty overweight groaning sticklebacks to sixteen maggots in a gymnasium z z z z z z must take to the pickle cloud a s a p. Z
You look so radiant tonight,
You glow just like a brilliant light.
A light that shines so close to me,
Radiating a beauty for all to see.
Amidst a sea of gleaming stars,
I have no desire to look afar.
Your radiance inhibits me to look,
Oh-yes, my attention it quickly took.
Capturing within me a greater need,
That the hours will grow like weeds.
Lasting far beyond this mere-night,
I pray you'll stay within my sight
For now I feel your warmth inside,
Much stronger than my face can hide.
Engrossed, so deeply, I am in you -
Intrigued by all you say and do.
Yes, now my heart implores your light,
To stay with me, forever, as bright.
So you I'll see beyond this night -
As ... My Attractive, Brilliant Light.
My Chocolate Knight on a black stallion…
Riding into my desolate
Darken heart
Decay
Galloping toward my disillusions, heartaches…
Radiating a hope of
Brighter
Days
~~
I wait
Breathlessly
Hearing the pounding of his presence...
Desiring
The reality of his nearness
Sensing the soothing comfort of his essence
~~
Is it
The sound of happiness...
Echoing in this powerful pulsating beat
Is it
The expectation of love...
Beaconing me as still I await in silent retreat
~~
My Chocolate Knight on a black stallion...
Dinged and dented armor
Shining through
The darkness
Of a heart's
Despair
Illuminating the throbbing emptiness
As impatiently I wait
Finally exhaling
The stench of
Love-depleted
Air
~~
Is it an
Earthshaking...Comic blast
Life reshaping...explosive spill
Or just
A summoning rhythmic repeating
A calmness getting closer and closer still
~~
My Chocolate Knight on a black stallion
My happiness, my prince
~~My chance
Rescuing my imprisoned heart
As I await no longer
For romance
~~~
Thundering through disappointments storms
Illuminated-lightening revealed flashes
Of a future
"US"
Torrential rains washing away the grime
Healing...Cleansing disillusions'
Embittering
Crust
~~~
"Mount up with me my princess
Let's ride into our forever-more
I shall be your heart's defender
For it is you my heart long for"
~~~
Falling...
Holding tenaciously
And securely being held
Totally, absolutely complete
Two
Gallantly armored
Galloping in contentment
By two hearts' combined beat
***
Beat, beat ~~HAPPINESS~~beat, beat
~beat~beat~COMPLETENESS~beat~beat~
beat~beat~beat~beat~TOGETHERNESS~beat~beat~beat~
FOREVER
and
FOREVER
beat~beat~beat~beat~MORE
***
I dreamt that I had climbed and reached
The summit of my soul.
The sun had broken on the horizon and rose
Painting the tallest shadows across
the skies.
The light was penetrating through me
My porous skin radiating a glow
The air was so light
I was floating like a fairy.
Magic was all around me,
Bathed in calm, covered in
cotton clouds wrapped around me
The feeling of gratitude engulfed me.
I rose from layers of sleep
Tears rolling down my cheek
Feeling full with contentment
My soul making me weep.
09.10.2020.
Though my feelings may be unrecognizable
I feel I know you.
The gentle sound of your voice is most desireable,
And you smile radiating a different hue.
The sway of your hips carry your impeccable style,
And your fragrance haunts my senses.
Visions of your silhouette walking through my mind mile by mile,
Preoccupying my mind leaving my heart defenseless.
Though we are furtherest from what each other need,
It still can't overcome my wants.
The want of your sultry presense surrounding me,
The visions of your beauty still haunts.
Reality has turned into a phantasm by me,
As I still celebrate the first time I seen you.
Though your eyes may see right past me,
My eyes see what is true.
Your beauty is impressionable,
Your strength is immeasurable.
If you think this poem is about you,
There is only way to find out.
Ask me....
So intimate is, spectrum of love hues sublime
Vivifying our body, through touch sensory
As we meld into ambedo trance every time
Rekindling thereby, our pristine divinity
Sensuality heightened, if we be present
Imbibing subtle nuances within our heart
Thought rested awareness, flowing with the current
At each instant, throb of bliss ignition restarts
So intimate is, our continual breath flow
Pranic energy, percolating within deep
Moment to moment, innate aliveness aglow
As the nectar divine, into our pores does seep
Mindful presence, equal both within and without
Radiating a mysterious magnetism
No desires remain, onto which ego may grout
Endearing eye, bridging narrow thought form chasms
So intimate is, touch of lovers holding hands
In silence, exchanging love electricity
Their auras intermingling, gently understand
Tranquil fulfilment, thus in continuity
A walk along the beach, waves lapping up the shore
Soft moonlight enlivening the play of delight
Love in love with love for love alone, yearns for more
Teasing caress divine, radiant day and night
So intimate is, the flow of our innocence
Flitting gently from sensation to sensation
Void and manifestation merged in this parlance
A seamless continuum of meditation
Our vaporised self, assigning no preference
All life coordinates having equal appeal
Sensual vibrancy of the divine dream dance
Renews afresh that bliss throbs we so fully feel
Oh hermit! Each touch intimate and sensual
Lived from our stillness fulcrum, as Gods miracle
31-January-2021
Out on the edge of the shadow, the day begins
Charting out a course to an aimless star, but not to wander
The pioneer has a map, with key, keeping his eye bright
He is armed, the light sabre, for friend or foe, and shield
Like the fusion that moves him onward, running plasmaCurrents of power, drive propulsion, launch away this ship
Yet first he must meet up with the hulking edifice, the ship
Soon to be parting from this orbit, the beam-core begins
Filled with helium ore and maybe tritium , the ionized plasma
This purring star-drive is ready to launch, to fly, to wander
Directly; the beam is also a current, projected energy, a shield
Meant to direct away oncoming dust, meteorites, too bright
To be picked from quantum radar as space without beams bright
Radiating a plutonium glow within, the pocket between the ship
And dark space, being twisted and warped by this, the second shield
Which keeps captain and crew safe from collision, the flight begins
The deep stars of the galaxy, both bright and dark, appear to wander
From within the tower of the star-cruiser, while it is revving up its plasma
Listening to the beam-core purr, its sufficient to check on the plasma
The captain takes his turn on watch, keeping his senses sharp, his eyes bright
Lest he be invaded, alien ships from without, or a slip of his mind to wander
Long he has kept to himself, on nights such as this, alone with his ship
And longing for the end of this flight from night, for a new day that begins
Without arms or a call to arms. All foes and aliens who force him to shield