Best Sunbows Poems
Wabi-Sabi 12-21-23
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Wabi-Sabi
Empty the mirage of perfection
Whose shadow wears scars
Of perpetual broken rainbows –
Cracked rose petals –
Gilded edges joined by hibernation and spring.
A pilgrimage into amnesia
Timeworn victories fade into badges lost to time
Moonlight swallows the waning heart of morning
Sunlight gobbles up unfinished faces of the moon
Storms inhale fragments of sunbows.
Out of exploding ephemeral stardust broken beauty
As galaxies toss and turn creating quasars
Like waves sculpt eroding sands
In the orbit of perpetual opening ceremonies -
A journey into morphing excellence of golden seams.
And love grows to bloom then scatter rosehips
Into time’s silken wrinkles
Star born magma bows with gratitude
For unexplored shapes crafted on new shores
Where only eternity lasts forever.
Across Realms
Across vast realms
Where clouds collide
Like scarred chariots
In rush hour traffic
Storms boil over
Fed by fiery wombs of dawn’s inferno
With flames of sunrise fire,
As thrashing rain
Plants rainbow seeds
In metaphoric soils
To harvest far flung sunbows
From cerulean fields.
Sun and storm wedded
Hopefulness
Whispers
A haunting covenant
Drenched by hues of hope
Shielded by the sun.
Binding misty edges
Of edgeless domains
Revelations
In beatific splendor soar
Kaleidoscopic pergolas
Highlight sky bound wings
Tinted by ethereal arches
When shimmering puddles
Unfold across Heaven’s doorstep
Across realms
Bathed in mystic grandeur.
5-2-23
Contest: This or That
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Theme Chosen: Across Realms
smiling from within the waters
compassionate
undertow
my faceless energy free from
physical form...
i make music with the universe
one verse after another...
my instrument (illuminated)
just so happens to be Caramelized Sunbows
spraying origami orchestrated laughter
like mint-chocolate confetti...
swaying so sweetly
merging with the insight
from the Great Pastel Owl
donning butterscotch blues
swirled in powder greygreens
he resides on the 7th Ring of Saturn
which has taken a sad turn
setting in motion emotions candlestick
to be lit upon stigmas wick
protruding out of the flowering ocean
blooming on peddaling petals of purification...
reuniting my Soul with my Spirit
amongst the Autumn's animated driftwood narration
read by death and every double-crossing decision
consuming infinities enchanted eternity...
embracing the rest
covered and kept safe under a layer of Wisdom's Blanket
learning...
dancing to the rhythym of the Crimson Cromlech Tapestry
of duct-taped waves
crashing
against the ululating glimpses that
Reflect
Reflections Reflecting
Reflectively Reflected
breaths
breathing
in inkchiseled messages
with Poetically Penned Piercing Points...
POINTING * TO THE TRUTH...
now
the fact of the matter
as a matter of fact
it's a matter of right and wrong
heard through the lies is a herd of hummingbirdsongs
singing in soft sneezes spreading seeds
growing into symphonies of supernovas
any Solar System would be awestruck by
shedding tears that can buy
every single good-bye
pleasent dreams...
because a brave dog once said "Good-byes don't last forever"
HOWEVER forever is clever beyond starscorched weather
NOW
whether or not
this knot gets untied (which it will)
for it's the Creators Will
AYE
I am the Eye of the Storm
sent to warn us with a scent worn
in the waxed seal...
written from the isle of Paradise...
*Quote from "All Dogs Go To Heaven"*
Water Sculptor
Life stretches into abundant sheaths swelling with water,
Living breath of the selfless servant cascades through veins
Drawn into waterways of stalks and roots
Reaching – climbing – filling - shaping
Boughs of mighty oaks and agile weeping willows
Self-sculpture surging, fashioned into perfumed sinuous vines,
Arching floral sunbows,
Floods of bursting supple rose petal scented fountains -
The graceful limber lilac in nodding plies -
Filled to saturation and untouched
By the withering hand of drought
Strong stems of landscapes like waterfalls of vibrating weirs,
As buttercups in spas of tumbling dewdrops,
A living hush of gushing life infused –
Flowing in the murmur of the silent unseen molding,
Whispered into new wings soaring
On ever rising veils for conduits of resurrection
From inner arterial paths and aquatic branched channels
Waterknife shaping in undertones of colorless hues
The contoured face of field and forest - sky and mountain meadow.
6-20-21
Contest: The Shape of Water
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Triptych 8-20-25 Sponsor: John Anderson
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sun and storm song
eerie storm warning
light swallowed by ebony
banshee ballads rise
in mantras of humid breaths
atonal whirlwinds unleashed
downbeats of thunder
lightning rakes holes in the sky
tempest dirge rumbles
curtains of raindrops descend
plainchants of torrential rain
sun and storm collide
colors rise from light and mist
drenched in neon tears
sunbows arch in harmonies
orchestration of rainbows
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces." - John Ruskin 1853
Remnants of a Rainbow
Empty road
Winds the season of afternoon
Through still, anticipating, plains -
Wilderness savannahs -
Chases earth’s ever sloping curve
Lost in time
Under the capricious sun
And jealous wind whirls
Gathering a sachet -
Agate dust in fool’s gold flakes
Crumbs of twigs and freely offered leaves
Regal velvet petals
Paint brushing
Bits of autumn’s glory
On escaping cerulean fingertips
Fiery dawn’s transcendent warning light -
Cargo on cloud vessels
Sailing into skyports where anxious, trembling, raindrops
Wait
For the eternal rainmaker’s apprentice
To spin the whirls into a mystical mosaic -
Arching ribbons chasing crashing light and blazing thunder –
Awash with droplets dyed with rainbow hues
In teasing footprints – tantalizing temptation –
Just out of reach
Before the eyes of the road
Until twilight frays the edges
Disperses bits of sunbows on washed out yearning–
Cascades colors to devastated dusty emptiness
Descends on grey mists - palettes of ambivalence -
Closes doors on dreamy colorless rhapsodies –
Bleached longing -
Chasing bluebirds on remnants of wishful wings.
8-28-20