Best Spotlighted Poems
Here I sit amongst the long grasses and the reed,
in a solitary place, where my breath is freed,
on an Indian Summer's evening on the lake bed,
autumn has come, yet the warmth has not fled.
Blazing orange skies, are mirrored to reflect,
I cannot imagine a scene being any more perfect,
as I looked up, an unfallen leaf caught my gaze,
spotlighted in the sun's last golden rays.
I noticed this crimson leaf as it began to wave,
the end of a short life that I could not save,
then swept away suddenly by the wind's rake,
and ripples formed as it landed on the still lake.
The leaf was carried away and my eyes followed,
then drowned by the water's surface and swallowed,
windy fingertips tugged it from the branch to sever,
existing once, like today, and then was gone forever.
Note - This was my original idea for the poem "The leaf",
but it was revised for a contest. I just wanted to post both
versions of the poem.
Categories:
spotlighted, autumn, nature, sky, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
Among the long grass of the land and reed,
there is a lonely place where thoughts are freed,
Saint Martin's summer spreads upon the lake
in warm conditions all domains partake.
The blazing, orange skies, on earth reflect
perfection's lingering details connect
a red, still hanging leaf has caught my gaze
spotlighted in the sun's last golden rays.
This leaf, upon the branch, began to wave,
(it's ending, little life I could not save),
and swept away by Autumn's windy rake,
imprinted ripples on the peaceful lake.
The leaf was carried, as my eyes complied,
then drowned inside the lake's blue waves that shied,
the sweeping northern gust, the leaf discerped,
that neath the surface is forever kept.
Written by Kelly Deschler September 19th, 2014
Revised by Giorgio A. V.
Categories:
spotlighted, autumn, nature, summer, water,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Mother Earth bearded with trees,
Blanketed with skin of sod,
Her stony organs composed
of caves, caverns and caches,
Banking precious minerals and gems.
Sustained by the Solar system surrounding her,
and nourished from relished rescources within.
Her ferocious fiery heart
Pumps high pressured molten blood
Through vast veins of ledge,
Bleeding it from mountain pores,
Crater wounds and fissures
on her ocean floors,
Causing salty Tsunami tears
to ripple across her cheeky shores.
Her face wrinkled with the majesty of mountains,
Dimpled with canyons and crevasse,
Stained with grasslands and Savannahs,
and spotted with veneer of velveteen moss.
Pimpled by hills leaking with raging rivers,
bathed in cascading waterfall showers,
and crystal blue water lakes.
Animated by nature,.. her soul, ..her DNA
She adorns her antiquity
with shocking arrays of multicolored wildflowers,
Delicious fruit, a vital ensemble of vegetables,
Herbs, artifacts of energy and natural wonders;
Creating an electrifying, atomic, atmosphere
to stage her exotic creatures and precious beings.
Adorned by a circling celestial priceless pearl,
An exquisite orb as ancient as She.
She, this blue planet,
Center of her spatial stage,
Unabashed, pirouetting, posing,
Tilting and lilting her charms,
to a universal audience of retreating astral beings.
She, spotlighted by an extravaganza of stellar luminaries.
She, Earth, so powerful, energized, extraordinary,
Mesmerizing, distinguished, mysterious,
Thought by many to be the godess,
Star of the Show...
And yet...
and yet ..she herself..
and All of nature..
has been ..
CREATED.
Categories:
spotlighted, nature, scienceblue,
Form:
Free verse
The soft humming sound of the cooling fan seeps through the crevices in her head, escorting a maze runner within her. She wishes to put an end to it. Both the fan and the maze runner. Yet, she requires both, much like oxygen, to sleep in this Indian summer night. Instead, she rises from bed and ribbons the drapes to the sides of the window, the moon rays' reflections cutting through the capiz shells of the shutter like a blade, leaving her skin singing the blues. She opens the shutter, and her bed is flooded with music and light akin to a spotlighted opera stage. She then lay down for the night, bathing in the woody amber scented moonlight.
The night sky asks the moon.
Down there, is someone thinking
Of you tonight.
The moon smiles.
The stars giggle.
-maria
11.9.15
Categories:
spotlighted, good night, imagery, moon,
Form:
Haibun
My poor vocabulary babies
are gon missing
Tell me kind sir, have you seen them?
Us etymological mothers to
lingual children of lost former meaning,
we are milk carton crying
Many hotline tips
that the academia search party
have been receiving,
unfortunately, has borne no adjective fruit
of root cause discovery
And my poor alphabet unprotected babies
are still missing
Some concerned voices
anonymously said, they saw a couple of
little colloquial diaper tykes
being censored kidnaped late last night
And when dem’ dim synonym scoundrels were spotlighted ,
they fascistically warned them:
Steer clear of this word dirty business, y’hear
Then they rattled their
mouth-muzzling, zip-lip sidearms, menacingly —
They said my innocent children
were gonna grow-up
and cause much sheer mental fear
My infant’s harmless homonym eyes
were New Tact censured hijacked,
Shanghaied as a matter of consonant fact
Somebody please bring those amber pure children
of innocent nomenclature origin back
I, Octavia
do motherly beg,
asking with august favor most acacia
For the cross-cultural media
to free-speech help me
find my lost idiom babies, please!
So that I, and other etymologist mothers
can stop feeling this unabridged pain ...
such emotional scarlet ink heart stain
A bridge of crimson tears over troubled,
choppy, wordy waters —
overflowing with maternal fears
This milk carton crying
for my precious vowels, verbiage dressed babies,
who are now missing ...
Has so bereaved my quill-pricked soul
with perpetual sorrow
Deep Orwellian sadness for these snatched,
suckled lost former meanings
has adverbial sent me
empty intellectual bassinet sighing
And barren cradled
bosom ananym thoughts a-dying
Categories:
spotlighted, grief, metaphor, sad, words,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Faith and Adam to the rescue
Delighted many people in queue
Purely a heartfelt-blow of compassion
To people of the world in different fashion
Peabody is the name on filminis
A small horse spotlighted out of many stories
Strength to Faith and Adam for their concern
And to dodo, awarding an inspiring life for Pea of mane
Categories:
spotlighted, care, horse,
Form:
Other
You came down from the Orion to this damned earth.
Somewhere in space you lost your heavenly wings.
You have come far away from your place of birth.
In coming down, you have brought numerous things.
Among the presents you brought is your brilliance.
The brilliance in your eyes is totally unrivaled.
At your shining existence all beings sigh in resonance.
Your celestial mind is a mysterious world untraveled.
Deep in your eyes there is something wet.
That wetness is unique to your own being.
In no one else have I seen anything similar yet.
To me your gleaming eyes are always tear-jerking.
Dancing on the stage with your refined skin spotlighted,
Your alluring smile grabs my whole existence.
Even to the Antarctica I'd pursue you delighted.
Your magical glow stands out in all this silence.
For your love I could easily sacrifice my life.
Your adorable thin lips make me tremble.
Your ephemeral slender figure kills me as if with a knife.
Your divine eternity always makes me humble.
(June 30, 2015)
Categories:
spotlighted, beautiful, i love you,
Form:
Rhyme
I ran a string of lights across my roof they twinkled very nicely,
So I wrapped some trees out in the back, six of them precisely.
I hung a snowflake made of light in each window of my house,
My friends were filled with Yuletide cheer I even lit up my spouse.
The bushes got draped in lights like a wonderland in winter,
Then I ran a long strand around the deck until I got a splinter.
I framed each window of my house with a string of sparkling light,
They certainly bring a cheerful glow to my neighborhood at night.
I have an inflatable manger scene spotlighted in my front yard,
With a sleigh for Santa and his reindeer it looks like a Christmas card.
My mailbox is a candy cane with red lights twisted around,
When opened it plays a song that says Santa is coming to town.
Next to the chimney I’ve hung a sign that says “Santa this way please.”
I’ve got it lit with floodlights that I’ve hung from the tops of the trees.
I’ve rented a surplus searchlight that I’ve rigged with a Santa signal,
It scours the clouds above my house looking for old Kris Cringle.
I’ve lined the drive with lights to direct Santa to my yard,
I borrowed them from the landing strip of the Ohio National Guard.
Now when I turn the lights on at night the neighbors stand and shout,
Because my display is so darned bright it makes the streets lights all go out.
Categories:
spotlighted, funny, house, house,
Form:
Light Verse
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing
Her soft silhouette was mesmerizing
The orchestrated trills were riveting
He would not have missed this for anything
She slowly turned spotlighted to the crowd
Which, along with drum intro, drove them wild
Her sultry voice and entertainment style
Rocked the arena for many a mile
From here the City churches pierced the mist
A scene no photographer could resist
Heck with the order to cease and desist
Taping her performance, he blew a kiss
Stars twinkled and music filled the night air
For him to make money seemed only fair
Video, in its case, was marked with flare
He closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square
Promptly arrested and taken to jail
He called his ex-wife to help him make bail
Her sultry voice told him to go to hell
May 18, 2018
One, Nine and Sixteen Upgrade by Viv Wigley*
Sixth Place
*Line one - 'The spiral staircase made her high heels sing'
Line nine - 'From here the City churches pierced the mist'
Line sixteen - 'He closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square'
Categories:
spotlighted, betrayal, business, career, film,
Form:
Rhyme
Lone tree takes the field,
Spotlighted by golden rays:
Evening theatre.
Categories:
spotlighted, nature
Form:
Haiku
GOVERNMENT IS BROKEN.
NO RESOLUTION,
ONLY DIS-APPOINTMENT.
A GRAND DISTRACTION,
BUT NO TRUTH,
ONLY DIS-SATISFACTION.
FAKE NEWS SPOTLIGHTED BY THE MEDIA.
REAL ISSUES COME AND GO,
BUT NO RESOLUTION.
WHAT IS THE RELEVANCE OF A GOVERNMENT BROKEN?
IS GOVERNMENT TO SERVE THIS CHILDHOOD RACE CALLED HUMANITY?
WE ARE BUT A SPECK OF CIVILIZATION,
OF THE TRUE HISTORY OF HUMANITY.
SHALL WE REMAIN A DISTRACTION FROM FREEDOM?
SURELY HUMANITY NEEDS TO RISE,
ABOVE THE DARKNESS, GREED, AND LIES.
WE WILL RISE!
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
AUGUST 3, 2017.
Categories:
spotlighted, america, anxiety, freedom, trust,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Our internet freedoms
Say quotes?
Say Facebook pokes?
Say avatar Say hashtag,
My computer handbag?
Or smishing, dishing or instant phishing?
Our musical freedoms
Say princess of pop?
Say queen of hip hop?
The king of orgasmic rock
Who got writer’s block?
Or the Fab four, the king, say how to sing?
Our gourmet freedoms
Say double whopper with cheese?
Say double quarter pounder please?
Say 12 piece meal with 3 sides
Cheese burger with fries?
Shrimp toast, shrimp egg, shrimp halls, or shrimp balls?
Our television freedoms
Say you think you can dance?
Say a geeky romance?
Say Australian idol
Or celebrity survival?
Got talent, Bogan hunter and the struggle street punter?
Our literal freedoms
Say greenie?
Say bluey?
Brickie
or schoolie?
Cobber or dobber or jaw breaking gobber?
Our medicated freedoms
Say candy man cartwheels?
The back alley deals?
Say ripped with ice
When you name the price?
Knocked out with the burnt out, washed out, drop out?
Our freedoms were cried for, died for,
Romanticized, and politicised for.
They’re songbirds, they’re poets, and dark night sky comets.
To be questioned and spotlighted not hidden unsighted.
They’re sublime with a rhyme for all your lifetime,
To be sung from the tongue of that defiant young.
Categories:
spotlighted, freedom, poetry, pride,
Form:
Rhyme
The Louvre debuted an exhibit today:
Cascading Marbles of Ripples and Folds.
In waves came patrons in trenches to see
what secrets David, the masterpiece, holds;
Each stroke of genius from Michelangelo,
memories written by one fountain pen.
The stories of glory reflected in mirrors,
standing on mantels as sculptures - not men;
Below, the crests are eagerly waiting
to swim with artists whose tributes remind:
Of time, friends, and even love sacrificed,
with hopes that they may be honored in kind.
Immortal cocoons that blossomed to gold,
butterflies all, confident, hold steady,
their backs are pressed with spotlighted silver,
adrenaline flowing now as they ready:
Greek gods embossed with streamed streaks of bronze,
on cliffs of Olympus, peer at the sea;
Then, from the silence, a shrill piercing scream –
Michael Phelps gives chase to one final dream.
8/10/2016
Submitted for Contest: Olympic Mania
Categories:
spotlighted, inspiration,
Form:
Quatrain
'O Stormy Nights
From the left I sat in the corner
Above which the moon shimmered frightfully near
Brought forth and summoned here
The young moon's radiant voice
Painted pictures of intricately layered laments
Over the decaying bones of the dead
This brought to my attention
The sinner's stone clutched in my hands
Shattering my doomed façade
For as the voices grew stronger
A white fire seeped into the crevasses of my chest
Quickly burning away innocence
But from the charred remains
Was born a pheonix with elogant red wings
Wrapped around an icy blue stone
With eyes as gorgeous as sapphire
They spotlighted my heart for the world to see
Bringing forth my spirit
With a windswept gaze I watched
As the ghost reflection of myself mounted the pheonix
Leaping out into the open night
It was a spiritual dance of fire and rain
Mixing together with a resounding crash of thunder
But left me clearly untouched
From the ruby red back I watched the lands
From twilight sprinkled cities to open fields fall away
The speed of flight refreshing and revitalizing
Yet from the flight I was thrust
Speeding ever faster toward inky blackness
Until scarlet stars burst before my eyes
And awoke I did sitting in the corner
Looking out my window to see the storming night
Summoned from my dreams
Categories:
spotlighted, teenfire, fire, red,
Form:
Spotlighted like a Kangaroo
Spotlighted like the Kangaroo’s
And the bloody Dingoes too,
White light spotlights overhead,
Reaching down for me I dread,
What will the bastards do,
Big white light, soundless it’s true,
Followed us over the Moonie dew,
I asked Mark and Wayne did you see,
The white light ever leave us be?
It never buggered off blue ?
Arrested by one-eyed Fred,
Face turned sideways, fish eye’d red,
Looking with one eye he said ,
Booked for speeding now was Mark,
By a drunken copper nark?
In his singlet and thongs,
A private car belongs,
A game of sport a lark?
Perhaps an alien too?
In looking back now I see,
The saucer hovering over me,
Narrow spotlights coming down,
Pinned was Wayne with the light around,
And me and Mark were too,
Like spotlighted Kangaroo,
More meat for the Roo box clown?
In a saucer not from town,
The memories sneaks back few,
Of the white light wandering due?
Through memories wiped but sound?
Cause mesmerizing frowns,
Saucers can’t be hurting you? :}-
Copper Fred chased our mate Crow,
Who thought it was a game,
Till his back tyre was shot out, gee’s hello,
The Wilson his other name,
Booked for speeding don’t ya know?
Don Johnson 7-02-14
See my
UFO White Light did pace the Ute
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZqWup7R4N-4
Mackey (nee Dean) Brummell
My cousin Don's wife had an experience about that same time, with the
big white light following her and the kids home, not far away north on
the St George Mitchell road....
She had to get the kids to open gates and was nervous of this thing
that followed them.....
Her son Keith 10 years later was out roo shooting in the night with a local St George man
and they saw the light too,(much the same area)
the passenger refused to leave the car to open gates on the Station property
they were shooting on, the light changed direction
and eventually left them at high velocity...
--
Don Johnson
Categories:
spotlighted, adventure,
Form:
Ballad