Best Sunglow Poems

Winter Sonata 11-29-23
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Winter Sonata

In grave allegro solo grey gathers,
Strings of winter fantasias
Brewing staccatos of frozen fall remnants,
Downbeats for the first movement
As shivering sleet wipes away bucolic barcarolles
Rocking on sapphire barges,
Harbingers of hoarfrost and hibernation,
When leafless boughs conduct the opening motif
To summon deepening darkness
From restrained shadows...

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The Rose

If I live my life quietly as the rose among the roses in the garden ~

Gently spreading my joy in fragrant perfume,
 Will I not find serenity reaching up
For sunlight giving the flower warmth to bloom
 Returning life to life?

If I live my life...

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I've always 
wandered in 
venus' orbs, 
searching for
the star-seed 
of my spirit that
has forsaken
it spiritual 
sanguinary and 
caged every 
fluorescent flicker 
in a sculptured
sanctuary of 
materialistic
metamorphosis. 

Wondering - 
what am I, 
in the camouflaging
shades of conscience
which streak 
abstract hues 
of ambiguity. 
Are we mere 
seraphims...

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     "Positano Harbor"



crown jewel of sea and sky
on blue Amali coast line
harbor landscape breathtaking
Italy's delight.

tiny boats sail ocean waves
brilliant water cascades shores
tourists inhale rare beauty
silver starred skyline.

lovers secret hideaway
absorb salty spray on sand
golden mounds warm from sunglow
paradise in peace.

Positano village loves
radiates...

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After a cacophony of ramblings,
day bows  gently---
Infants  slumber with ease in  cradles,
lanterns flicker above tavern stools
as mellow winds drift around gold-hued roads
paving the way
for flights of quietude:

Somehow, mothers hush their loved ones
to tend angel dreams
before sunglow ascends… while elders pat
loyal dogs in...

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When we first met, in love we used to glide
on waves of bliss like pairs of sunglow swans,
now we slowly totter,and try to hide
our orthopaedic socks and thick long johns.
We still hold hands like back on that first date
but now it's less a gesture, decades...

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I was a stylish, assertive travel agent, arranging getaways for busy people;
Like sudden getaways of jewel, shooting stars, on ebony nights of upheaval.

I planned calm, exotic, trip itineraries, for all tired of city hustle and bustle;
Like a dark red flower, blooming isolated, in peach sunshine...

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I was a college music teacher, engaged in pitch, tempo, rhythm and melody,
As lavish planets dance around a golden star, with the zeal of fuchsia fidelity.

I taught harmony, vocals and singing, and how to play musical instruments,
Like the harmony of redbird's distant calls, entering into...

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I was a zealous, blue patrol officer, preserving the safer public environments,
As black, diamond nights come in sequence, with the glittery enlightenments.

I helped to direct ephemeral traffic, serving justice and enforcing eternal law,
Like moonlit streets of reddest sunset, where white lily can say what she...

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The distant brass haystacks tune on shorn ground.
Vanilla fence posts chime in saffron sun.
Adjacent jonquils trumpet lemon sound
as amber goldenrod and china mums 
in stil de grain complete a trio 'round
high jasmine shrubs, which in the octaves run
aureolin to beige. Nearby is found
a vegetable garden...

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Sun Kiss - Welcome the Day
                   by Amy Swanson



Kissed so softly by the sun

          warmth on my face

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To rest awhile

In my Moondust’s arms

In a meadow of flowers

A shady tree

Watching her smile

 

I wove star flowers

In to her hair

She wove me into her heart

Never such love, so rare

Could be

In a meadow of flowers

 

We talked and sang

Until the sun set low

Fires lit, in...

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While on a holiday hike in the Aravalli hills in Rajasthan,   
I stopped by a palatial house shining in the summer sun,  
curious, through the half-closed door I entered silently 
the dark front room where old furniture pile I could see. 

In...

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  "Glowing Enchantment"

footprints softly sifting on warm beach to view
golden hazy orb of sunglow beaming radiant hue.

sharing a picture oerfect moment as day dawns bright
pen and paper prepare to feast on words of sheer ignite.

new morning rise inspires senses absorbing visual imagery
inhaling God's magnificence...

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Summer, and the sunglow hours are creeping, so slowly by
with red ruby treasures, waiting placidly, all day in the sky
But, twilight finally ends, with the perfume of black blooms...

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