Best Refracts Poems
The eye refracts the light and then is born
An image, and ideas are likewise shown
When Poet tilts each ray of thought to form
Reflections set to sonnets’ rhythm own.
A river glistening in the sun does flow,
And so a sonnet moves and shimmers rhyme.
This stream of words with not so far to go
May ripple in the soul with glow sublime.
A diamond that is cut to form exact
By craftsman's hands, a brilliance will impart.
The sonneteer must chisel to extract
From rough a clarity which is his art.
The sonnet's beauty shines through history
In prisms of precision's poetry.
July 17, 2020
Categories:
refracts, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
She wears her kindness,
a full length gown
as if it were a pair of baby blue jeans
soft in color, tough in its fabric.
She is adorned in silk
refracts incoming ideas
produces her own.
Like the shimmer
of this same silk
she is brilliant!
Her embrace is boundless.
Her exuberance unmatched.
She is "music".
Paints with the bold strokes of her guitar,
the perfect pitch of her voice, natures smile.
She is an original,
nothing like you.
She is passionate,
exactly like you.
She offers all this, more.
Chooses you.
"I love her with every fiber..."
Often I wonder.
With so many beautiful words
attaching themselves so easily to women
why would any man ever need to lie...
Sept/26/2014
Categories:
refracts, love,
Form:
Free verse
In my blooming brokenness,
I seek for a
clue of something meaningful,
but what if nothing of velvety value
ever lies within material items,
frozen in trembling time,
soaked in raining blood roses,
yet holds memories inscribed~
with blushing beams of blueberry glows,
drifting above hushed hills
sitting in the hollow hallways
in hallowed motionlessness.
Is it ironic that a golden mirror
emanates reflections
of more than just my
bronze silhouette?
It weighs heavy with seething secrets,
lost between changing seasons
and deranged emotions,
resigned in rhythmic requiems
of restrained freedom.
I remember the suppressed
sagas of silvery glass,
that stretched beyond my watery iris,
written with russet skin of fallen feathers...
and I whisper to the vermilion wallflowers
within my burgundy room,
of how I found the magical mirror
to my aching soul,
in a retail store, illuminated
by medieval chandeliers,
hanging in Victorian gloominess.
I used to sculpt crystalline chronicles
along the caramel-tinted frames,
that have seen stars of summer fade
into fragile springs,
while autumn arrived,
knocking on my conscience,
to cloak me in sparkling
champagne warmth.
But time is a relentless reminder
of how the garnet moon wanes,
and constellations of
glistening truth crack.
Now the mirror that heard
the unsung songs
beneath my marigold lipstick,
is reluctant to see the unspoken wounds,
leaving me stranded
in an accidental battle
with rhyme-less words,
for all that remains, untamed,
are hopelessly claimed strings
of familiar, once-upon-a-fairytales...
So it refracts, stands, unbothered,
like a forgotten ornament
left under a broken tree,
with weeping leaves and tainted twigs,
without a companion~
wrapped as a pleasant present
ribboned with riddles
of a weathered d r e a m …..
I have no desire to mindlessly
objectify an abandoned object
with mosaic metaphors…
Categories:
refracts, deep,
Form:
Free verse
“The weather phenomena, Fogbows (also known as ghost rainbows) form when sunlight interacts with much smaller water droplets contained in fog or mist, rather than rain.” ~~ The Australian Broadcasting Commission.~~ YALTO.
It’s something,
If anything. It’s so.
It is real. Tiny mist droplets,
All a glow. Glistens.
Do you see? Fogbow.
What is it? Do you know?
It’s a ghost rainbow. Light refracts from the mist.
Twist. A pearl white rainbow.
Categories:
refracts, weather,
Form:
Other
Truth had me up against the ropes
and semi-concious without no boxing skills
Fear of it makes hair on my neck grow like minoxodil
Watchin the clock is ill when, faced with the truth
Parallels observing, amateur video tapes of
Twenty-one top notch NYPD cops get ill
Fill they minds not to kill still son, never revealed
True feelings, we speakin on the truth right now in itself is healing
See The Creator, created existence and balance
At right angles, unless it was conceived and stated
So whoever shall stray away from right lives wrong
The deliverance of the word false opposite of truth off course
Sure as my slave name sending
Troy Donald Jamerson paves the path, enabling truth
To stay stable and cling to EARTH!
Sorta similar to the way static electricity sting see
Truth brings light, light refracts off the mirror
Visions of yourself and error could never clearer
The truth is that you ugly, not on the outside
But in the inside on the outside you frontin you lovely
The discovery of these things and all are well-hidden
But when you in denial of self it is forbidden, that's the truth
Categories:
refracts, urban, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
today I pick up my grammar pallet
and paint for you a personal couplet
something in a monochrome line display
something to enjoy in a special way
transforming emotions onto a page
becomes easier with practice and age
sometimes I look and then I remember
sometimes I can echo your nerve center
in my portrait I have only one chance
to express to you in a single glance
something in one sensory dimension
something to translate my late ascension
my painting refracts my colours in hue
my painting, a self-portrait, simply true
Categories:
refracts, beautiful, writing,
Form:
Sonnet
Meandering memories
move through my mind
like a river flowing
to the salty sea.
Limbs stretch lazily
reaching skywards
like the gangling
branches of an ancient tree.
Standing still in
the solitude of
suspended time;
lazily picking flowers,
the hours melt away
as I daydream in
the field of fantasy.
Flicking fancy fecklessly.
The rasping of the siren
in the run of the mill
over the hill startles me
and I am roughly returned
to normality, garishly.
The harsh light of day
refracts its neon rays;
stinging rays destroying
delicious serenity.
Daydream done I am returned
to Hurly Burly Street,
and the hurrying feet
running the relentless human race.
Individuality lost
without a trace in the
salty sea of faces;
fixed expressions as they
cling on to the roof strap
in the hurtling underground
mundane. Multitasking.
Lost in the murky flow
of commuter traffic
which has become their life.
Set me free again to daydream.
Release from the race of rats
we unintentionally run.
I find some fun discarded
in an overflowing bin
and sneak it into my pocket.
Around my neck a locket
containing happiness
and daydreams .....
Categories:
refracts, lifeme,
Form:
Free verse
Awake the child that ached for years
The frightened man, ashamed of fear
I hold too tightly to this place
The reverence that lead to waste
Silent virtue comes undone
The burning pain, and dying sun
I can’t recall what I did want
And all that’s left is dead and gone
Innocence was spent on pain
My mind was twisted; left insane
The heart that tried to rise above
Was left alone because it never could
Depth and silence masquerade
The embodiment of all I say
My shadow crawling closer now
As I begin to question how
The misery that took my breath
Refracts itself until my death
This mirror world that will not break
Reflects to me all of my mistakes
Awake the ice that I’ve become
This destiny has overrun
The fallen centuries that I’ve felt
And all the heartache I have dealt
The vision of a child is gone
The fearful man has come upon
The image of a dying world
What’s left behind – no longer held
Categories:
refracts, depression, introspection, loss, lost
Form:
Lyric
Sun refracts through window, raising sight
See her standing within my gazing sight
Dry timbers lay in a pile awaiting spark
Fire ignites heartfelt joy in blazing sight
Lying on our backs to enjoy each night
Watch evening’s moon, each phasing sight
Noises abound through warm walls of home
Children amassed at play, a crazing sight
A life that could only have been imagined
Started one day with an amazing sight
Categories:
refracts, family, life, love,
Form:
Ghazal
As the light from the Sun is blocked by our planet earth
The light refracts differently, hits the moon with mirth
Like a hot kiss of a lover hits the cheeks of a maiden girl.
Each time Tetrad brings a significant event in the offing.
It reminds me of God Hanuman who had the power to fly
The red moon looked like a red apple to his childish eyes
He flew to the moon, was hit & as a result got chubby face
Each time the Tetrad brings a significant event in the offing.
In the past, the Tetrad has seen the expulsion of the Jews
Birth of Israel, the war between Arabs & Israelis in queue
Now I wonder, what is in the store of The Tetrad of 15th April
Each time the Tetrad brings a significant event in the offing.
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April 22, 2014
Form : Kyrielle
Dr. Ram Mehta
Sixth Place win
Contest: The Red Moon by Dave Wood
Categories:
refracts, moon, red, planet,
Form:
Kyrielle
Delicate layer
Refracts in the brazen blue.
Light, frozen in time.
Categories:
refracts, beauty, winter,
Form:
Haiku
Clouds stretching above craggy peaks gracefully
Mushrooming ever higher with each hour.
A vision beguiling across the speckled slate valley,
The distant rumbles echo compelling power.
Lured towards the storm where my love awaits
As I approach, gray-white canopy growing
Amplifying charge drawn towards its mate,
Breathless need for the deeper knowing.
Thunderhead’s navy blue underside deepens
The verdant forest below infinitely attractive.
Inside, a growing lightning bolt quickens
To your approach, I become reactive.
Charges arc together as my lips touch yours
The golden crescendo, our currents unite.
Timeless infinity of the union pure
Rattling windows, the thunder’s might.
Damp sagebrush scent lilts on the breeze
Deep electric blue sky, gone is the weather
Sunlight refracts through dripping trees,
Current dissipated, hearts nestled together.
3/14/16
Categories:
refracts, love, nature, rain, romance,
Form:
Quatrain
Morning light refracts
Breaking yonder through the window pane
Falls asleep beside my feet
And I ponder what it has to say
Lying dormant bound and picturesque
It offers up a thousand thoughts
As it recedes back up into diamond dusk
I find myself among debate of profound and inner wroughts
In philosophy the mind still believes it sees the light
Ancient as the stars a million miles ago
Takes upon a journey to places deep and further in
Passed the minutes of the man only seconds before I once have known
Categories:
refracts, adventure,
Form:
Free verse
Your tight-fitted, neon-pink top glows in the dark surf,
While your fluorescent G-string sparkles in my brown eyes.
Each, firm buttock, the well-rounded quarter of savory Roe,
My raised shaft in mock-tandem salutes each, titillating swivel.
Your silver bangles reflect the golden sun beams:
Your silver locket refracts steam from my eyes.
Your lubed pigments with drying sun strokes bind;
My doting fingers carefully brush refinished surface.
Your silky, ebony locks morph into a shimmering frock,
Availing breeze bristles thread-ends against my chest.
Your polished legs are flossed by the foaming tides,
Tethering to my brawny sinews, coarse hairs lather.
Your tiny, nimble feet sweep the satin granules;
The winnowed seeds tenderly fondle my arched heels.
Categories:
refracts, love, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
X. Uniformity
Crystalline lattice refracts owing none.
To this all is owed.
To this brings new light.
To some it rests on the horizon.
To others it sets.
To all it renews.
To many ever out of reach.
© veritatem voluntatem 2015?
Categories:
refracts, life,
Form:
Free verse