Best Revels Poems
The first crystal drop
of realization
shatters your glassy surface
and radiates the idea outward
in reflective ripples
growing concentric circles
with the newness
of being thought of
for the very first time
one drop
follows another
in a thoughtful cascade
and a thrilling commingling
of contemplative resonance
skimfully intersects
on a liquescent wavelength
…like a collection of Chinese linking rings
smoothly passing through each other…
exchanging enchantment
casting their own brand of magic
in lucid fluidity
across the suffused surface
of your soulful depths
that in this pearl
of a moment
revels
in revealing
the answers you seek.
Susan Ashley
July 28, 2018
Oh! floriferous, bold, roseate ebullience of May,
Alluring doting sights welcome-vibes you convey
Gracing edges, where the roses and azaleas sway
Forming resplendent ballet of multicolored array;
O rhododendron, flamboyant in euphoric morn,
Flaunting flaming-purple how gardens you adorn
Where hummingbirds frolic and butterflies play
And bell-shaped showy blossoms greet sunny day
As jubilation of spring, breezing your realm serene,
Revels in whorls of petals pristine, as you preen,
Boasting hints amethyst on elegance evergreen
Sprinkling perfumed ambiance on tempo upbeat
Where pulse of romance strums passionate beat
Lauding floriferous display, as if a flower bouquet;
O rhododendron~ roseate, ornate beauty of May!
June 8, 2022
Purple Flowers Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
Angelica
curiously peering over a cloud
Angelica stepped a bit too far
wings fluttered and disappeared
stolen by jealous demons below
angel flying too close to the ground
leaving the harmony of heaven
sensing a need to save a ravaged planet
landing gracefully on soft soil
Angelica hears the bulldozers
weapons of environmental destruction
sauntering through Earth’s rainforests
curiosity beckons as water reflects her image
her lost wings still reflect in the pond
seen as ripples from her pink, silk gown
orchid floral tiara crowns her long auburn hair
even water lilies envy her beauty
captivated by this pool lit with filtered sun
immersed in an image of herself
in God’s light all angels appear the same
bright beams to welcome new souls
fly again she will
bubbles of hope spring forth
Earthbound for but a brief time
cherished cherub sent as nature’s guardian
halo of comfort surrounds
Angelica leans forth to feel the coolness
sparkling water caresses warm lips
her kiss renews Earth’s freshness
other angels transparent in sunlight
bestow a new set of wings
mission accomplished, they escort her home
once again she revels in heaven’s light
For the “Reflection” contest, sponsored by Constance La France ~ a Rambling Poet ~
By Carolyn Devonshire
Adopted animals love their humans;
show it in many ways.
The tiniest pet,
revels in the harmony of its time,
with family.
Dinky was a special hamster;
she lived a year beyond the normal life span.
I carried her around in my pocket and she loved the ride.
Her head, peeking out, evoked curious comments
from all who glimpsed her.
She searched for me, when I was at school;
her knack for escaping the cage,
kept me searching for her in the afternoons.
I often found her, in my chest of drawers.
Of course, I found it odd,
but hamsters are four-legged, Houdini’s…
Dinky was the best.
One cold winter night, as I lay in slumber,
That tiny traveler made her way from,
one end of the house, to my bedroom.
I lay there, on that frosty eve,
dreaming that I was outside in the rain;
the chilling raindrops, dancing upon my arm.
In a moment of lucidity,
Reality hit; those raindrops were tiny paws!
I reached, grasped and in the shimmering moonlit rays,
I stared into the eyes of my new bed buddy.
A twitchy nose said it all…
”I found you!”
I moved her cage close by my bedside;
future escapes faded into history.
Dawn's rays burst through gray clouds
Though evening's bitterness lingers
She struggles to shake free of tear-stained, satin shrouds
Each morning, so much effort just to rise
But lips part to flash a much-needed smile
When she opens the door and ventures outside
A sparrow had nested in her hanging flowers
High-pitch chirps alert the world life has renewed
And gladly does she acknowledge nature's powers
A wee, brown owl is perched upon the sprawling oak
He's forgotten to take refuge as the night receded
Then a tiny tree frog begins his pond-side croak
She sees his motley, textured body and begins to laugh
For nature's creatures have learned to live carefree
As he does daily, the frog hops to board a lily-pad raft
The tension has eased as nature's chorus serenades
Such joy and harmony their songs evoke
She saunters through the woodland, joins their parade
Her heart is now light; she has mastered their technique
Overcome with gratitude, she skips along the path
Knowing that wallowing in sadness is never unique
For the blues will strike again as night covers the land
And she will face her personal demons once again
But for now she revels in these gifts from nature's hand
And to find relief the next morn, she will simply open a door
Step into the refreshing flow of a passing breeze
And find her way to happiness once more
For Farah Chamma's "My Favorite Things" challenge.
For you are like a summer rose
against the wind your face unfolds
nothing there is like nature chose
for the memory one remoulds,
golden sunrise upon the morn
captures the diamond on the dew
nature revels in fragrance worn
scented hint of florescent hue.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
The purple race the tussock face
heather dwells in delinquent mist
fresh the morning waits to embrace
as the sun’s rays break to enlist.
For you are there my summer rose
against the wind your grace unfolds
nothing there is like nature chose
for the memory one remoulds.
Golden sunrise upon the morn
captures the diamond on the dew
nature revels in fragrances worn
scented hint of florescent hue.
The verdant valley doth display
when gentle breeze her hair to sway.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Awestruck in its grandeur, acquiescing to mystic of refulgence up high,
Exalted I feel, lauding designs iridescent, upon sapphire blue sky;
As I listen to birdsongs, reverberating missives of sensuous eventide,
Reminiscing in titillation of love, wishing you were here, by my side.
Rippling currents strum, rhythms of river rushing, burbling nearby,
When flocks of birds glide above, swooping and swirling, as they fly;
Where decaying-day dons amber dye, as it slows the reign of time,
Glinting aureate themes of twilight, blushing reveries of eve sublime.
Cotton clouds on opaline fabric, embellish crown of mountain peak,
As sunbeams waltz, with twirling leaves, playing hide-and-seek;
To music of whispers-soft, emanating from tender melodies of breeze,
In sync with mood of eve-romantic, dancing with the rustling trees.
Vying enlightenment of self-actualization, I lie in quietude, supine,
Harboring instincts of erudite mind, dwelling in teachings divine;
Subjugating thoughts unwise, as fuchsia tinges dot magenta skyline,
Where dream-scapes of you and I, on rosy arc of dusk entwine.
Beckoned by your presence-seductive, beaming an esoteric smile,
Your silhouette in yonder revels, flaunting allure of feelings fertile;
Where together we rejoice realms of stars, blissful under moonlight,
As, Venus, the goddess of love, confers upon us a romantic night.
The other me you'd be quite surprised
She wears high heels, makes up her eyes
she parades around, singing lively songs
telling bawdy jokes where she belongs
Upon the stage, she's not alone
for in that bar, the stage, her home.
Dressed head to foot in sequinned gowns
the punters watch her earn her crown.
The greatest sight they've ever seen,
to them she is, the peoples 'queen'.
Every night there in that bar,
They come to watch her, she's the star.
She gives the punters what they want
Singing lively songs, to which they chant.
Then when it's time to close the doors,
she exits with rapturous applause.
They clap and shout and scream her name,
She revels in that loving fame.
When the show is o'er and done,
she's back to where she first begun.
She removes her wig, takes off her makeup,
and now it's time for him to wake up.
Oh there he is, where has he been?
pretending to be the people's queen.
It's back to some normality,
is she a he?, or he a she?
You see, the answer is quite clear,
She's a he and he's a *****.
Earning cash from having toiled
in late night bars,
burning midnight oil.
Rocking Chair
(The Autistic Child)
Born with walls constructed in her mind,
She keeps the world and all its threat at bay,
Inside her rocking chair day after day,
A month, a year, an hour, no sense of time
Just rocking, rocking all her life away.
Christmas comes and presents pile around
Her chair; she sees the paper, shining, colors bright;
She reaches for the red, the blue, the white.
She revels in the crumpling paper sound--
Just rocking, rocking in her endless night.
The family gathers for the festive meal,
She will not leave her chair, her treasured place,
The never-ceasing motion of her private race.
She’s rocking in her solitary reel,
An empty stare on her unchanging face.
But what is this, her sister’s gentle hand
A soft, accepted touch , a simple smile,
“I want to sit with you a little while”--
Contact made without seeming to demand
They rock together—a stationary mile.
slinking through the woods
finding camaraderie only from wolves
heartless, relentless, self-absorbed
predator of the vulnerable
devouring her soul
crushing her hopes
devastating dreams
finding satisfaction when she succumbs
the fox knows nothing of love
seeks but conquest
revels in despair of victims
takes her carcass down to the river
washes purity from her tormented soul
she saw feigned promise in his eyes
the fox, the wolf, the demon
who devastates
devours
crushes
while grinning with satisfaction
Always asking question
The devoted daughter of the moon
revels in starlight
Sweet to the touch, the taste
She dances around an eternal campfire
The night wears on
Still she dances!
She will dance this way until dawn
when the bright rays of the sun
will send her looking for shelter
One million dawnsa and one million
dreams later
She'll awaken
to cast her glow
upon our epoch
which is in sore need
of tinsel and starlight
Life seems to be so empty, I see dark sky, destroyed ground that is abandoned...
Colorless world, only black and gray, lost wishes, unfounded dreams...
I only feel this when I'm awake....
But....
When I'm a sleep...
I see trees dancing on the rhythm of your beating heart...
Birds whispering a symphony that only you and me can understand...
Water flows smoothly, touching the soft rocks down in the river so tender...
The whole universe has his own rhythm while you have your own...
Gentile wind covers our bodies like a soft , warm blanket...
And your lips..oh ..Your lips...
I feel the sweetness of blueberry in them - so smooth - so soft - so tender..
Ah...my demons suduse me to taste them , to bite them and never let go of you...
When you cross your fingers upon my skin , you break my bones , you set fire in my soul, you make blood revels through my veins...
You control me , can't help myself ..
Don't know if I'm awake or asleep anymore...
But I don't care...
I want to stay in your flawless world whether it's fake or real...
As long as I'm with you I can live my life time not asking for anything else but your love....
Carry me on your waves and take me to your breathless shelter...
Let's hide there and stay there for ever ..
Let's grow old - let's live our life - our wishes - our dreams...
Let's forget about the world , why would we care about the world when we're the universe ....
A LOVER ASKED HIS BELOVED : ARE YOU STILL READY TO GO THROUGH OUR LOVE ?
HIS BELOVED ANSWERED HIM :
How can I , not when you are the air that I breath.....
How can I not , when you're love is the grace that I seek....
How can I not , when you revels through my veins , you walk through my blood until you reach my heart and then you put your locks on it...
How can I not , when we share the same soul , the same heart beat , the same breath and the same passion....
How can I not , when you're the only person who can understand the language of my heart when I get all tongue tight...
I never imagined some as half of your perfection , not in my wildest dreams...
And now that I have you , now that I can see you , feel you , touch you and your soul - how do you want me to let go of you ....
Cause in the end - I can't live with a heart that is missing nor a soul that is lost....
Salvation seeps in the mist
And as light fades
awe sings in temporal sonnets
while goldenrod flits the fields
and lavender scents joyful whispers
for here neath this shadowy creature,
Point Percee revels,
wonder dances on cobblestones
and voices are lifted beyond horizons
as this warrior of scalloped wing
and fire brand culls the night skies
sweeping enchantment in place of fear,
taken from the last war
Salvation seeps in the mist
where lost sons had fallen and once again
risen within the flames of life,
breaths of cast dreams
where heroes fly and all is well
With torches raised high,
embers of elation flicker on soft winds
illuminating cheers and celebrations
in the name of the knight
and his fearless collaborator
5/1/17
Written for the Collaborated Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
A link to Eve’s poem we were to collaborate with
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_dragon_of_haute_savoie_894917