Best Spectrums Poems
Let me paint you like a summer’s day,
Upon luscious landscapes where lovers play…
With oils of Celestial Blue and Carmine Red,
Cherry Blossom Pink with a Saffron spread.
Brushing spectrums of the radiant rainbows,
With Lava lips against the maternal meadows…
Caressing with colors amidst the curative canvas,
Sculpting your smile from a vestal vastness.
Let me paint you like the magnanimous moon,
Within Twilight realms where lovers cocoon…
Where the heavens display their starry nights,
Amongst lovers dreams with great delights.
Let me paint you under a Spanish Sky Blue,
With a dash of Spring Green in the misty dew…
As the frolicking flowers dance to the sun,
My portrait of love in a floral spiraling spun.
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May.13.2019
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The psalmist and the deer which pants from thirst along the brook....
As a treasure sanguines heart, hidden within this field called life?!
Arriving upon another day in hopes of finding its perfect place inside
Sacred; sitting aside the world outside with this longing spirit of mine
Always closing these eyes that they may envision, the purity of its prize ~
Desiring to hold such clarity within these fortuned palms; illuminations
Essence as a cloudburst of beauty; aneath loves waterfalls....
Drenching rains pouring upon myself these reasons that we live
If in fact we live, beyound superficials realms painting temporals canvas!?
This spectrums array of glittering things yet like the wind or that a dream
They'll all disappear amid a breath to be swept away when, one awakens....
Unto the tangible truth of these phantoms in hard to touch and fathom
A masquerades jeweled metaphors; their jubilee within this box of lured dust?!
Aqua; when I arise unto the gift set afore my eyes aside this world, outside
Sanguines sought after heart; the treasures that I have longed for aneath
Purities waterfalls of illuminatings beautiful cloudburst upon my spirit ~
To be soaked in loves drenching rains as a deer whom pants amid the forest....
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....“Hidden, Along The Brooks of Sacred Waters” *
for Chris Matt's
Favorite Songs and Lyrics Contest
“We were born before the wind”
Held by angels and given wings
To fly this world ephemeral
Every breath a miracle
“And oh, I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain”
Chased spectrums of the rainbows burst between
Held my arms around the thunder storms of lovers
Rode on river bends deep with loss and wonder
But still I’ve only ever found an aching that is you
In alpine meadows drenched with light inside the morning hue
And when the sloping sun sends golden kisses out to sea
I “shoot the moon and miss completely”
It seems I‘ve always drifted out or crashed and combed this life
A seeker gleaning meaning in the shadows left behind
Where night is sleeping softly round the lonely stars above
“Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?”
Van Morrison
James Taylor
Norah Jones
Fleetwood Mac/Dixie Chicks
"Colours in a Cloud Speak"
The colours
of a world
speak
no one
has time
to listen
The spectrums
speak like
music, lucid
like clouds
that pulse ultraviolet
in front of you
through wide open
windows, unavoidable,
some strange dream
your eyes see,
but do not
speak
the unbelieved
reels in the
unbelievable
we live
in these odd times
we observe meanings subliminal
that no one else
other than we
in our own moment
believe,
could see
on the peripheral
of even
like odd
evening clouds
in the small hours
that pulse curious
purple, then ultraviolet,
points of calculus
invading our
small space, try reasoning
watching us
as we move in
some strange elusive dream
a beacon
calling us
home,
some strange home
calls us crazy, we are
cats cradles cartwheeling
unreachable
we think, it exists
somewhere else,
other than this,
in the
in between
unseen
we exist
we dream
we try to live
what we see,
is not real,
it’s spun
like fairy floss
in the machinations
of the others' schemes
sugar tastes sweet
addictive, we are lost
in the after taste
wanting more
of what we
know is their drug
what we are taught
from birth to see,
is not the real of reality
our minds are locked
from time of rebirth,
re-entry
into
well-rehearsed territory
birth pains burning
the inevitability,
truth hits us
the gravity glitching
karma circles
Ferris wheels
that stop occasionally
to let us
get on
get off
it could be
realer
than real
the mysterious colour
hidden in clouds
we touch
in our dreams
we are like
comets falling
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
cat's cradle
noun
a child's game in which a loop of string is put around and between the fingers and complex patterns are formed.
Harry Chapin - Cats in the Cradle
mouth blown glass flowers
spectrums of iridescent-
hangs above my head
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May 23, 2016,
Poetry/Haiku/glass poppies
Copyright Protected, ID 16-7943-29-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Inspiration Photo, Poppies, Glass Art Panel
For the contest, Glass Art Haiku,
sponsor, Skat
Fourth Place
The Colour of Love
Kaleidoscope of spectrums
On the outside... looking in
There’s only one colour—Love—
Bound by prejudice.
Archaic transmutations
Bequeath this cancerous blight
Upon each generation
For mass genocide.
Rose-coloured glasses can not
Tint the mind of the insane…
Only the revelation
Of true love unveils.
deborahburch©
07/24/2012
Milky Way stars glow
much brighter when far offshore...
navigator’s guide
ever-changing sky
glorious dawns and sunsets...
spectrums shine above
lights in heaven’s seams,
stars are smiles from those who passed...
there they wait for us
Entry for Linda’s “Haiku Hodgepodge” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
In transit through the time-zones, trails her colours everywhere,
Her spectrographic spectrums lance ethereal through the air,
Fragmenting rainbow spears and curves of bending light,
Arcing jet-streams counterpoint with sunspots blinding bright.
And in the dreams I have of her beneath blown skies of tangerine,
Angelic, incandescent, paints the sweetest forms I’ve ever seen.
Elated on the desert winds she flickers some prismatic ghost,
Tripping ruined beauty from each pillar to each mystic post,
Deep emerald light refracted as cracked ice in shining eyes,
A telepathic temptress breathing winter sleep and summer sighs.
And in the morning sun that kisses glacial seas of bathtub blue,
She walks the dunes of memory, on golden beaches combing through.
These tiny hands. Black and White hands twirl. Vibrant palms ripple the Flower-land. Dancing onto the rainbowous piano. Music permeates the thirsty airs. Notes float upon the multi-hued keys –
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Indigo
Violet.
Black and White Hands on colorful keys. Magical hands whirling into aural anthems. Fists and fingers allure the dry, solid airs.
A melodic tune touches the soul of each flower. Turn by turn their chemistry churns. Juicing the chords of the roots in the damp soil. The stems curl and stretch calligraphing into clefs and altos. Petals strike classical beats. The rhythms of nature are awakened.
The fragrances of Roses lead the choir. Then play the violinic tune of Lavenders.
Gradually follows the oboe sounding waves of Jasmines. Then tumble into the song, the harmonious vibrations of Violets. The Magnolias infuse their trumpeting energies. The flow has begun.
Roses
Lavenders
Jasmines
Violets
Magnolias
Lilies
Chocolate Cosmos.
All shades and tones of lyrical perfumes tie Flower-land into a charming, irresistible atmospheric bouquet.
These tiny hands. The phenomenal fists decorate the spectrums of Flower-land. These black and white hands. These multi-coloured keys. These fragrances now adorn the dry airs and garland them with their musical aromas.
Glancing up for a moment
From within the parties crowd
The first time, that I had ever beheld
Her alluring blue eyes, azure
When everything stood still....
Frozen, in slow motion
As they all disappeared
A meeting of destinies paths
That were always meant to be
Brought together, for all, of eternity
Encased in a dream....
That would spell our lives
With no words which were spoken
These souls, that had touched
Passing the spectrums, of space and life
A love that was born
Long, before there was light....
Fate had brought her smile
As I gazed upon her glowing face
Yet never had I known
Such a wonder as this place
Silence had fallen....
Upon this Halloweens night
For so beautiful she was
Pretty, with her painted whiskers
Adorned, as a precious kitty cat
And I as a prince
Who was dressed in red
Taking the flower, from upon my vest
As I slowly glided across the room
It was my heart, that I held, within my hand
My soul....
While I breathed, inside her breath
Of tomorrows forever, I knew
When I first touched her hand
A kiss that had waited
For a thousand years....
Igniting, a prism of colors
Amid a now, fading, and colorless crowd
The night, when time stood still
For a young man, who had finally found
........His........
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~ Cinderella ~
spectrums
of art
bring
wonder
and ecstasy
a
fleeting
inwardness...
a heightened
sense
of the infinite..
so distinct
a visual
chord
yet
out
of key,
an
idiosyncratic
act
of freedom
and chance
evolving..
into
a complete daub
upon
the canvas
of experience
They write in the language of perfume
flowery powdered words all layered
colours rising and lowering
in different light spectrums
as if the reader could discern
without wisened translator
their seductive dimensions
conveyed within
their small larger other worlds
notes upon notes, heady notes,
their subtle infractions
like music tinkling through
the brain bleeds, poets
and their otherworldly refrains,
naphthalene aired for old time’s sake
shaken out like clean crisp white sheets
billowing in the translucent lingerie breeze,
bedrocks shaken
the little flocks
small black murders flying
provocatively erratic stirred up
off the cobalt page
into an evocative
higher wider
elusive space
taken shockingly aback
where the heady blast
of Spirit of Hartshorn
shakes buried lover’s awake
to walk barefoot and naked
blindly in love
touching each other
through the long wet days
sugar-coated addictions
tall poppies crimson pimpernels
wading nubile through blades
of silver moon grass
licking their ankles and heels
raising their prim outskirts,
forbidden territories
within the rising mist,
the ever present,
like a breeze,
kisses their ripe
cherry orchards
unending hunger
satiated, all is manna
as they meander
through daze of
dusky dawn valleys
those garden of eden thighs,
the transparent,
slithering like hands
caressing treasure trunks
ivy leaves for plucking
further up above
the high waists
to touch what
wastes away, unheard,
what beats there,
where the crown sits
like some holy being
under its ribbed cage
red ripe like a seeded apple,
that place, just there, beating
singing some kind of hymn,
like a regulated anthem,
they're way up into their feels
like some devilish chase
like heaven's come
calling them away
They write in the language of perfume
flowery powdered words all layered
colours rising and lowering
in different light spectrums
as if the reader could discern
without wisened translator
their seductive dimensions
some things are better
left unsaid
like this Magdalene,
K.I.S.S.
Candide Diderot. ‘24
I closed my eyes to break all the laws,
All the laws of physics and natural philosophy.
I wanted to travel faster than light,
Go back hundreds of years, and do it with no technology.
I closed my eyes and talked gravity with Newton,
Talked about spectrums, inertia, and calculus.
We ate an apple at Trinity, dressed in grand blue and red robes
That were beautiful, noble and fabulous.
But then I thought about how neat this power was,
To travel, meeting whomever in any old year.
So I went back further, eyes closed tight, to 1601,
And talked about Hamlet with William Shakespeare.
I asked “Why does he drag his feet so long,
So long to avenge his father’s killer?”
He picked up a beer and idly said “He had bipolared ego,
Besides, I needed to write a thriller.”
Then I thought of other rules I could break,
So I travelled to the middle of the deepest black hole.
It was amazingly theatrical, the swirling bright everything,
It most certainly had its own soul.
Then I was in an alternate universe,
With an earth, a moon and a sun.
And on this planet sweet love, it was everywhere,
Enough love for you, and me, and everyone.
If breaking laws of physics leads to love, joy and happiness,
And millions of crazy butterflies.
Then I think I might enjoy travelling more often,
Just doing it by closing my eyes.
"The Keys to the Kingdom"
The keys to my kingdom
daughter.
The past blends through
labyrinths of now
into futures’ otherworldly
spectrums
to all shades of Violet
containing release
only geared for
one autopilot
LOVE.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
gvlm
EDIT
Oct 4
Part 1. How to destress in modern life
https://youtu.be/dzbLuLzMWE4
A delicious languor steals over one
in the languid twilight falling over the meadow
Watching tiny animated spectrums
whirring in the after glow
Flitting among pretty petals
the gossamer-winged dragon-flies or mayflies
Fluttering among delicate filaments
the fine and flimsy butterflies.
Then also retire to admire
exquisite darting damselflies
All in all some of nature's soothing balms.
Created by God Himself, Nature calms.
Divine holistic bonuses for relaxation...
Look for getaways, away from
city/town noise pollution.
A lavender sprinkled jacuzzi,
rose petals and jasmines floating about
like do lotus and lilies on ponds
right in your bubbly scented bubble-bath
As ambient soft gleams of moon beams
seep in through translucent glass.
Luxuriate in the ephemeral,
inhale the aromatic
incenses of perfumery, oils and essential oils
Bathe in invigorating spa, joys euphoric
listening to choirs of cicada music
Relax and unwind in the famed Turkish Bath
wherein to indulge yourself
in steamy massage
Complete with the charm of the exotic
even if you don't live in Turkey or aren't Turkish.
Nature and such baths all God created or inspired,
and thus very very therapeutic...
#nature #baths #god