Best Scintillant Poems
Starbright
As I gaze into indigo skies,
Stars are brighter tonight,
Twinkling in the darkness
Of a new moon.
Orion's belt enchants
My impassioned heart
As my thoughts of you soar
In a dimension devoid
Of Time's constraints.
Let me feel the warmth of your
Strong arms wrapped 'round me
As we breathe in the scent
Of night blooming jasmine.
You are my summer nights—
In my dreams of us
On cool cotton sheets
While Bach serenades us in
Rainbows of ribbons~
In a symphony of sounds~
Your skin glistens,
And I am lost in love.
8-21-22
(French translation)
Starbright
Comme j'ai regarder dans le ciel indigo,
Les étoiles sont plus lumineux, ce soir,
Scintillant dans l'obscurité
D'une nouvelle lune.
Ceinture d'Orion enchante
Mon coeur passionné
Comme mes pensées de vous atteindre
Dans une dimension dépourvue
Des contraintes de temps.
Je voudrais sentir la chaleur de votre
Bras forts enveloppés "autour de moi
Que nous respirons le parfum
Fleur Jasmin de nuit.
Vous êtes mes nuits d'été--
Dans mes rêves de nous
Sur des draps en coton cool
Bien que Bach sérénades nous dans un
Arc en ciel de rubans ~
Dans une symphonie de sons ~
Votre peau scintille,
Et je suis perdu dans l'amour.
8-21-22
~Second Place~
The Meaning of Love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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7-22-2016
~First Place~
Best Love Poem EVER
Contest Judged: 8/27/2016
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
Ave-Maria hymns lift you in flight
to Heaven’s gate apt angel does ascend
and follows lantern's light predawn of night
on glide of song and blessings she does wend.
On April morn in skies of blue as you
besprinkle crystals from your seraph’s wings,
by mourning noontime snowfall does ensue;
a smoothing swaddle soothing harmed heart-strings.
In diamond-dusted frosted filigree
so sparkles soulful kisses you bestow
for scintillant reflective reverie
your glistened gift you send in silvern snow.
Beloved mother, sainted entity
you hush my cries with snow’s serenity.
In the days of mystic Merlin and captivating Celtic lore
The Ancient Druids danced and exuberantly did explore
The Celtic Circles of cityscapes and festive furthermore
They gathered ritually round their sacred scenic stones
Like super Stonehenge sites of zodiacal zenithal zones
Within the Galic gates of the great universal unknowns
Celebrating the Summer Solstice of Natures living law
Through cosmic energy the Druid Duir of ancient awe
Of Celtic clans with sapiential symbols of a Shangri-La
The Celtic Cross still remains within our scintillant sight
Tuatha De Danann tribes of the gods of ritualistic rite
Their stories and teachings amalgamate in a Wizards night.
May.02.2017
YGGDRASIL ME - Contest
Sponsored by: White Wolf
Illustration by same poet...
Markers on white board...
Man of melancholy - memories ashen and shadow gray,
heart harrowed, solicits solace from her psychic energy.
An offering, his woebegone weeping wildflower bouquet,
teardrops titian, sorrow scintillant, reflects rueful reverie.
Heart harrowed solicits solace from her psychic energy,
free falling through forlorn filigree, he mourns at her gravestone.
Teardrops, titian sorrow scintillant reflects rueful reverie
of his Earth angel, soul-lifted too soon, spiritually sown.
Free falling, through forlorn filigree he mourns. At her gravestone
fragrance haunting, flowers flaring heartsick hallucinations
of his Earth angel soul-lifted too soon; spiritually sown
blue scented efflorescence of suffering lamentations!
Fragrance... haunting flowers flaring heartsick hallucinations
of inamorata, flame extinguished expectant with their child.
Blue scented efflorescence of suffering lamentations
bedevil his mind. Happiness, hope exiled, ego beguiled.
Of inamorata flame extinguished expectant with their child,
an offering; his woebegone weeping. Wildflower bouquet
bedevils his mind, happiness, hope. Exiled ego beguiled,
man of melancholy memories - ashen and shadow gray.
Susan Ashley
September 16, 2017
~Third Place ~
Premiere Contest: Favorite Pantoum Premiere
Sponsor: Laura Loo
~ First Place ~
Contest: Poems That Paint A Picture 2
Sponsor: Silent One
* based on a pencil drawing by Mike Theuer provided by Silent One on contest page *
Luminesence
besprinkles fantasies
on liquid love
surrounding us.
Riding the ebb and flow,
we rock
we lull,
we ripple
in the reverberations
of our aphrodisia.
Salty breezes
teases our excitement
as we salute Venus
with sexual gifts.
Moonlight waltzes scintillant riffles
across the glass-sea surface
to the bateau we sail;
as we dance,
rumba romance
in rhythmic swells,
on our Little Piece of Heaven.
Susan Ashley
July 25, 2017
I watch her in the sky shining like a diamond chit
splashing her light around in the midnight sombre
she is more beautiful then all other things that orbit
this star, she's an insight to our inner world order
and a heartbeat pulse, I've never known to quit
Watch how she tails her glow above your head
reminding you of halos, sunrises and auric sheens
She's a polished scintillant, never to be misread
a navigator in full throttle a beauteous inbred
even Captains of the sea want her on their team
I remember when I was little me and my daddy
In the backdrop of summer, standing on a balcony
He pointed a finger and taught me about star poetry
I never could have met STARS without his guiding light
So when he died, I quietly sent him out into the night.
3/19/2020
Nestled in the woods,
away from sundry glances,
she sleeps in his shadow
and sighs in dusky dreams.
Her melancholic, frozen limbs
ache for the warmth of his orb!
At the dawn of the mellow sphere,
embellished with his golden beams,
she sparkles with his splendor
and smiles at the twilight wonder
as his rosy glow suffuses her being.
Bedecked as a bride in sheer delight,
she serenades merry melodies to his divine sight
and swings in joy with zephyrs.
His glimpse brings her veins to life.
Though far, far beyond her mortal reach,
he inspires her to flow with his rhythm
and exude her ethereal beauty;
she’s a scintillant stream of love!
Date of submission: 1/23/2023
Contest Name: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 25
Contest Sponsor: Mark Toney
| I Dream Poetry in Darkness and Light |
Unbroken, my light rises like deep alluvion of sweet rivulets,
Craving passions and tragedies like written poetries of Juliet.
In softly spoken words I quell, of streamed sheen of sunbeams and spells.
Where worlds of fallen reality and fantasy live in parallel.
Playing with dreams and it's ruinous luminosity,
Through my skin, I feel its pale softness glow.
For, my ferocious heart beats for disaster and catastrophe.
Between the beginning of dawn and it's closing dusk evenings.
Reaching with ardor towards it's warmth,
The bitter transparent wind on my lips, I kiss.
Nevertheless, the dark reminds to hide all my mess.
But, this febricity itch with within my hidden fears,
Recoils and quivers like a mournful Mimosa.
Hiding under midnight treacherous treasuries but, I falter closer.
Let me lay in darkness; between these verses.
Let all hatred consume me with unbearable curses.
Let me die within these spiralling pages and vortex verses.
But, the scintillant light lends it's chi,
reminding my lungs; inhale deep; exhale free,
Like a pretentious vapour; I keep climbing.
My senses swell; atmospheric rising with spring tides fluorescent rhymings.
I move through like osmotic whispers; jolting with winged feathers of sweetened writings.
Because, I dream poetry in darkness and light.
And mourn with unspoken words; simultaneously, day and night.
Why do the stars die?
What if such light vanishes?
What if glows darken?
Seek new horizons,
Illuminate dim radiance,
Burnish darkened clouds...
Should glows be polished?
Should obscure stellar cores shine?
Are they even bright?
Clear lucid dreaming,
Scintillant astral travels,
Flashing dimensions...
Should universal
Concealments be enlightened
From ambivalence?
Should such dull secrets
Be revealed or get unveiled
From black nebulas?
Dusk, dawn, day, night, gloom,
Time, space, gravity...;
Are they all shaded?
The hymns of harmony
Refer to me alas—
With gallant glowing glee,
And shiny silver glass.
Scintillant starry streaks
Of light cleverly hide
The wakefulness we seek
Between The Worlds' divide.
And fumes that Gods inhale
Will perforate my mind.
The fragrance very frail,
With ecstasy entwined!
And Logic WILL protest
Insisting: "Oust with dreams!"
Yet blatantly we’re blessed
With soporific gleams.
Now rest your head anew,
Below the starry sky.
And I will sing to you,
In loving lullaby.
The mist of the dew
smokes my vision
before the shadows
that penetrate my mind
because of your fallacies, felonies
and fallible conviction;
that with notable ghostings
they falsify your reason...
Well, I'm the phoenix
renascent before dark carburization
and cenesthetic ashes,
that has reached its zenith
ardently scintillant...
And, in front of your dew
and grim manipulator
I admonish and warn you
that firmly and solemnly
solidarily calcinated and burned
your counterfeit heart will remain...
Your love orbits my celestial body causing earthquakes and floods,
Within a calamitous canopy mixing of the barbarous bacterial bloods…
A seditious satellite roaming amongst the scintillant sacrificial spheres,
Hiding amidst your clever cloaking giving me many torrential tears…
Your Supernova will combust leaving you stranded throughout the galaxy,
As the ashes that turn to dust releasing me from your gravitational agony.
Sept.30.2019
Brevity Poetry
No More Than Six Lines
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Music:
Mysteries of the Space Age
Part 2
By Jamuroo
N/A for contest
She knew she wasn't the
first shy girl conned beneath
a scintillant moon.
Why do boys lie so
- inveigling fabrications
- hoping to impress?
Why interlace fibs,
when, from first sight, she had longed
for his carnal lips?
Now doubts danced - as if
evil spirits were called and
asked to watch, and gloat.
"I can't talk to you
again," she said, "after all
- you’re a stranger."
She doubted he cared
- she doubted everything, like
she had a soiled heart.
Sun
resplendent, lustrous
invigorating, radiating, warming
humans, habitats, ecosystems, vegetations
captivating, energising, enlightening
scintillant, fluorescent
Light
Date: 18/01/23
Delightful Diamente Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
se déplaçant lentement la tête
de la gauche vers la droite
que le ciel s'ouvre à la lumière night-club
avec le globe scintillant
avec les produits chimiques se précipiter dans les veines
elle ferme les yeux pour profiter de chaque seconde
également
elle oublie la journée de travail, elle oublie la capacité de
oublier ---
alors maintenant quelles sont ces fragments de fracturation?
ce sont ces nouvelles lumières dansent derrière le fermé
paupières?
ce qui est de cette étreinte chaleureuse merveilleux?
pourquoi est-ce interdit?
elle coule
plus que ce qu'elle ait jamais connu
elle éprouve de l'expérience et vibre sur son
grandiose, plus grand, plus grand, plus lumineux
qu'elle ait jamais connu et
ne voulant pas ces moments pour mettre fin à
ne voulant pas ces sons pour arrêter
en passant par son être même
les pompes de musique les pompes de musique
et les lumières faibles sauter
et les lumières faibles sauter
et les lumières faibles sauter
l'intérieur de la caverne comme
néon électro-moustiques
avec pas de place particulière à faire.