Best Radient Poems
One magical night I endeavored to reach that beautiful blue moon that
Neptune was so enamored with. 6.7 arcminutes, as I moved closer in
Electromagnetic energies drove me to the archway of the heavens
Mesmerized by its incandescent light, I was transported to another realm
Acoustic sounds of Angel voices, pulsing lights and Celestial vibrations
Gradient falls of earthly flowers vanished from my view as I rose up,
Imbued by a nocturnal aria I lost myself inside a moonflower's bloom
Caressed by serendipity each shiny stars was a windfall of Grace
Neptune lanterns of even glow hung off a crescent moon. Oh what joy to
Immaculate my soul with all its pristine hues of blue. She shone bright as a
God of eternal messianic love, she was the key to every planet's open door
Hallelujah hales of sweet rejoice. I was bathed in a crown of light, at the
Tailwind of midnight, a rocking motion from that magical blue moon.
June 28, 2022
A little birdie tells me
This is a special day,
So I'd just like to send
A gem or two your way.
I think I'll choose a Sapphire
To emphasize the sky,
And then I'll choose an Emerald
For grass on which to lie.
Then I'll choose the Topaz
To be the morning sun,
And save the radient Ruby
For when the day is done.
I've saved the purest Diamond
To give to you today,
Because God has chosen
This for Your special day.
Cile Beer
black goddess.i have never seen a black goddess before"oh "how comely her feet is."oh"
how radient her face is"oh" how tender and warm her voice is"oh" how dark the hair of her
head is"oh " her voice is that of an angels.it cant be that of mortal cause she has a winsome
voice,alas i have found her "oh"black goddess of my race,little did i know there is my
race."öh"black goddess.
When you are going through troubles
and stife, feeling that life is too tough
and you simply have had enough,
When the stormy winds are rough
and life is full of pain and
dispair
may you always remember there is
always a rainbow after the storm
with Sunshine to wipe away your
tears of rain
and tenderly binding
up and healing your many pains.
At times like these, true friends are
there to support you through
by comforting and caring
for you.
Unburden your heavy heart
sharing with a dear friend
in every part.
Keep your hopes shining as bright and
as Warm as The Suns radient Light
Throwing all your troubles behind
into the darkness of the night helping
you to rest your weary mind and
sweet and pleasant sleep you will
surely find.
when I gaze upon you,
I see not the skin,
I see not the shape,
I see not the size.
I see your light.
Radient from your chest,
the warm tint fits you best.
Placing a smile on my face
as trust begins to encase.
Pin-pointing the light.
Glowing so bright,
Your silly smile can add,
even when you are hurting and sad.
Then I see it.
On you they spit.
your light fades.
you crave for blades.
My hands shake,
how dare they make
your light dim.
My rage begins to brim.
I know that look,
your joy they took.
Their words engrave themselves upon your skin
Beating you down, they want to win.
Wiping their hurt upon your delicate heart.
fading light, my panic rises, the tears start.
Feet moving with out my permission
Their words churning my ignition.
I step between them and you.
Their anger flew.
Arms strait out,
I'll take their blowout.
for they can't see
how beautiful you can be.
They cant hurt my light.
Not when this is my fight.
My eyes hold strong,
because their words are wrong.
I remeber their words to me
How I didn't even disagree.
the long nights alone,
making my skin atone.
Remembering the rope necklaces,
all of the fake faces.
The tears cried in pain,
wanting for life to abstain.
I stand,
nothing they say can land.
for I fight for a cause
to make your pain pause.
When no reaction will come,
The leave saying 'no fun',
I turn to you
and tell you its not true.
I hold you tight
Strengthening your light
Those words are but a blight
This is our fight.
I will pull you off every ledge you stand on,
No matter how dark, there will still be a dawn,
So let that light shine bright,
Let your soul take flight.
You are stronger than you know,
this is a temparary woe,
So dont let your light go.
This is your life,
so lay down the knife
You'll make it through this strife.
And when you do
No one will shine as bright.
there won't be another loney night.
For you won your fight.
Stay strong,
stay brave.
Don't let them take your light
This is all of our fight.
You can win.
"Never let them take the light behind your eyes"
(My Chemical Romance)
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Listen to the songs:
Light behind your eyes - My Chemical Romance
Optional:
Sunrise - Our last night
Stand in the Rain - Superchick
Fight - All Good Things
Turbulant radient red sky with sheet swirl mashed potato
cloud mush peered lazily through a curious brown
haze of dirty armpit fizz, enlisted somewhere
bewteen a prebeginning solar start dot deposit burst peak
and a futuristic nuclear waste singulsr hand mitten
all in lieu of a sadeyed slowburn glowing tuxedo-still
and looking on with rolled up flannel sleeve gross
passivity. I slurped around the grand gravel
entrance up and down brown round and rocky
pinging and jumping. Wide spaces
grappling with the refuse laden humo motif of
endeless manwomanchildpet pickings. I round the teetering
trough trench like curves unwitnessed to the sight beholding
ever present but none as gigted. Poor mouth
super excrement excuses like duct tape type at the end
of its reality roll---never enough for the final fix.
I watched as multitruck things silently
dispatchingly dispersed and unloaded their
grusome garbage waves on good mother earth.
Battles can leave muscles working as man and time spitspent
slowcuspocus appendages working at top mph
pushing shoving shoveling piling before the light
pace calls it another disgusting dillday.
without the slighest the remorse--my stomach began
to wrenchabit and my eyewells passed be free
me. The gulls some truck lenght away were
spuriously sifting smilingly through the
human wreckings in a last light meal
remedial refrain--as intense as
the dumpers became the dumpees. I angered as
the populace as myself delivered my putrid parlay
and proceded to the mass exit as if it were
OK. The quality of messy mercy stops at the buck. I need not squander the dull likings of my kind
of indifferenleunce on the hapless mis constraints of
a well informed psuedo citizenery. I hope the land rebels
someday and eats us all by the very
seeds we so sow. Garbage is as garbage does
but it's the tidy attitude of human complacency that
wipes my ass so clean---look to the trash cans for---hope.
Who waves the flaming brand? I really think I know.
Arrayed with fiery arms, He puts on quite a show.
The artist of autumn, in a dazzling display
Of sweet gums, and red maples—takes our breath away.
Summer fades to fall, trees give up their green,
Transformed by master design, red, yellow, serene.
Peacocks fluff their feathers; mocking birds busily sing,
Formidable autumn is a daunting thing.
Chlorophyll gives way to radient carotene hues,
Bright with fall wardrobe, wearing color clues.
Clap your hands O beauty, sing into the wind.
Share boundless blessings, blushed in scarlet blend.
Heaven shouts approval; people show amaze,
At your brilliant garments, displaying coats ablaze.
Leaves parade golden in fall’s nippy breeze.
We are highly joyful—God does things like these!
gods of small things have callis palms
to busy to eat grapes on mount olympus.
Their gardens consist of mature
rhododendren bushes that clamor for
attention from the sun.
most live in 1970s ranch style houses
with radient ceiling heat.
they admire jade plants and place them in
the window lattice.
similarly twisting there necks..
twisting up for warmth.
reaching up to the ceiling.
stretching up to the sun....
see icarus fly.. see icarus fall.
stumbling into corners earlobe
equilibriums intoxicated.
gods of small things..
As she walked down the stairs i could feel on the back of my neck goosebumps and
hairs
I was playing in a derelict house hiding from my friends behind some dusty old chairs
But something wasnt right she looked sad lonley and out of place
Looking back now i didnt feel scared she looked radient dressed in taffeta silk and
lace
I was Eleven at the time and thinking back to it now
I just knew she was a ghost but wasnt frightened dont ask me how
She didnt see me and she sort of glided not walked towards an open door
Curiosity got the better of me so i followed her wanting to see more
As i edged nearer the doorway i expected her not to be there
But she was and i heard her singing the sweetest song i swear
I was so taken by her radience serenity and calm
Then i realised shes a ghost they scare you but i didnt feel in any harm
She just sort of floated there seeing something i couldnt see
Then....the moment was gone as i heard my friends shouting for me
Ive never forgot that day its stayed with me forever
And as i grew up i researched the history of the house and was rewarded for my
endeavour
There used to live in that house a kindly lady she was a mother and a wife
But tragedy struck her family she lost her children so griefstricken
she took her own life
But legend as it she used to sing the sweetest lullabies to her children every night
To sooth them into sleep and chase away there fright
I often ask myself did she see me that long ago day
If ever im weighed down by troubles that just wont seem to go away
If im restless of sleep and the evening winds running fair
I swear i can hear the sweetest lullabies carried on the air
It eases me in to sleep then i dream of the sereness of her face
Gliding down that staircase resplendent in her taffeta,silk and lace
your hair curling down around
your neck like spun glass.
vibrant joy of the inner church,
what holyness is this?
renewed light in my house
under a gray liquid sun.
your smile glowed so
radient and beatiful.
.........happy vacation, love nathan.
inexpressible longings
stirrings of breezes
tunes drifting on the currents, through my window
with the scent of the ionized nitrogen lighting air
and clouds, light and whispy, radient gradients of color playing between
oh, how i long to be alive again
to be alive some more
more life
always and ever, my cry
more life, more life
the music is overwhelming me
with its beauty and gravity
and chemical peace transmitted neurologic
blood currents
the pain and fear and horror of being
the promise and hope
that faith portends
my body, my flesh
craving, lusting
burning
this fire is ever present
the fire of the spirit
is ever present
longing, begging, screaming
life
more life
Beautiful World
Look at the Stars in the night sky, they are so
radient and bright,they bring joy and real delight
to the heart which is our inner sight.
The sky is like a black velvet sheet with the stars dazzling
like jewels making it beautiful and complete.
All stood in a ray look so magnificent and neat.
The Sun is a golden ring in the sky that sheds warmth and light
upon our beautiful world each day is a pleasure to behold to
the human eyes the window of the mind, all these wonderous treasures
and beauty we seek to find as the one who created them must be awesome
and truly kind.
The Depths of the sea is a vision of peace and tranquilty it is serene
pure and clean. Creatures of the sea are devine and incredibly beatuiful
especially to me.
There is beauty all around the world in every place in the universe there are sights
to see that you would never imagine the sunsets,beaches and the underworld creatures
are all awesome features that give insight to the one who created them for us to enjoy and care for.
I implore the sun to shine on you again
The last drops of rain wash away your sadness
I do not wish to see you in pain
Please, for you only cheer and happiness
I carry the burden of the pain that I caused
Might even say that I'm bound - ashamed
When I heard of your weeping I paused
Did Cupid's arrow reach where he aimed?
I give to the universe now this request
That the radient light of peace be yours with zest.
A hush a bye lullaby
There she is a baby so homley,
Cradled, cuddled all cozy,
It's 3am but I"m not lonely,
As I rock my cutie so closely,
Humming hush a bye to my beautiful baby,
What a flawless creation,
Utter pure perfection,
You smell sweet like honey,
Smiles cheeky but so lovely,
Such radient rosie cheeks to behold,
An angelic gift greater than gold,
A true blessing I've been bestowed,
I'm a Mommy with my bundle of joy to hold,
Hush a bye baby,
Mommy's a very lucky lady,
To have her lovely little lady,
Even at 3am when you"re being a cry baby.
Lots of love Auntie Sarah xx 21/02/23
Mirrors of society
they pick up paint brush and daub the colours of life on canvas
seeing vulnerability
pushing dimensions
and adding complexity to a simple shape by contour
shading objects to tell a story
these makers of image explore varied and vast directions
putting fingers to paint
and paint to surface
sometimes drawing from within
and often drawing from without -
they bespeak of endless trails of thought
and political aspirations
while telling tales of radient enterprise
just look and you will see
a riot of tints and hues
juxtaposed against
the backdrop of
imagination.