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Premium Member - Yellow Trumpets -

~ Spring is not an event, but a time for romance ~
                                           - quote by poet




                           When the flowering of lilies brings spring

                                        and nightingales sing

                                        I feel the earth spin

                                        The sun is free from

                          the shining throat of the wind instruments

                                   Without competition, it entices

                                     bumblebees and butterflies

                               As they fly in a cheerful anesthesia

                             A drop of dew in your yellow trumpet

                                           ~  that's me





                                              12/03/2021
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                              Flower Or Flowers In Imagism Form
                              Sponsored by: Constance La France
                                       2nd place in the contest

                                   Poem Of The Day 14/03/2021

Premium Member The Baneful Sonnets Doom

Dark energy spreads ink across the universe, 
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic. 
As the wheels spin poets' necromantic verse,
dark energy spreads ink across the universe,  
and trumpeting angels’ mighty blasts rehearse.
The baneful sonnets doom driven by tragic.
Dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic.   

Dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
As the wheels spin poets' necromantic verse,
and trumpeting angels’ mighty blasts rehearse.
The baneful sonnets doom driven by tragic,
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic. 
Disk dim damning polemics prosing perverse.
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Trumpets of the Dawn

Ah, morning glory, such internal blush,
defy the penetration of brash sun.
Oh linger, trumpet of dawn in the dim
haze of mid-morning, do not be undone.
Oh, fairest of the fair, your milk white core
bleeds forth to bloom a brim of violet poise,
unembarrassed on the cheek of Sol's dawn. 
Unfurled, you toy with youthful joy employed
upon the aged arch your vines entwine.
Rough cut the cedar arbor drips delight
as heart shaped leaves drowsy in the sun
weave between like fingered hands and unite.

Oh, bless the day that births such pert posies,
bless the royal hues of our Morning Glories.


Premium Member Trumpets of Blue

Driftwood - petrified swirls of wood
laced with delicately draping
trumpets of blue
Morning glories in mist
my heart aches for true
Why does it pine
for the essence of you
petrified thoughts
a delicate whimsy climbs seeking 
a dark sun
to flex her tendrils on

Minute are the creatures that  flaunt themselves
craving to be noticed
Flowers brighter than a rainbow
may as well be grey
Dull and dreary senses
locked in clouds of reticence
perhaps a kiss
a fluttering eyelash
 to awaken them


look there
such beauty can intoxicate
the unsuspecting

The Stir of Trumpets

Bathed in
serenity
caressed by oceans of
aesthetic, calm, spiritual
secrets.

Merry
carousels spin
from the wind off the wings
of the wispy, soft doves that sing
to me.

Velvet
corollas drift
and each perfume the air
with the essence of creations
soft breath.

Graceful, 
mute swans indulge
the breeze in the silent
beauty of nature's trumpet and
power.

Fragile
wings tickle and
wrestle typhoons within
vast tombs of perfect nature and 
my soul.

Have You Seen the Trumpets

look up the sky
the trumpets 
are blowing above your head
they are watching
they are calling
and
pouring their happiness

I hear the sound
sing to my ears
with
its melodious melodies
warming up
my day

and 
i could tell the trumpets
sing you too
and let you notice
the trumpets tunes

have you seen the trumpets ?

just
look up the sky
and 
feel by heart
you will certainly find
your perfect day

~(c) Sukmawati Komala~
Jan 2014


Blow Thy Trumpets Angels

Blow thy trumpets Angels
And welcome Earthers a-wild,
Coming humbled, casting jewels
Beating hearts-awake is the tide.
                                                         
Blow thy trumpet angels 
And welcome the weeping faces
Afraid to behold the Lamb
Whose Garment they'd rend to bits-

Till it bled. Welcome thy brothers,
Sinners from the East,
Usurers in God's home for feast:
Blow, blow! And watch the serpent rejoice.

And his furnace shall burn a-wild,
While Christ shall weep for the lost-
I shall march towards my destiny while
Angels blow their trumpets close.
© NGT NGT  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Trumpets Sounds

Trumpet blaring


Trumpets blaring
And angels by His side
Over 10,000 wait
In the skies
For words are given, make no plea,
In comes the
Enemy.
For a thousand may fall
But not by your side,
You who lived for the LORD
Now abide on the other side
We who served the LORD
Got caught up in the sky
But for those who knew 
And received not
For those who heard
And believed not
For those who felt his pull
And did not
Waited too late and got
Caught, not.

Is it too late, what about now?
Give yourself to the LORD,
Do it now.
Before the day is spent and
Time runs out.
Shout to the LORD, please reach out.
Now you have a chance, now
You have a choice
Is this just words or
The Holy Ghost.
Speak now or forever hold your peace
GOD is watching, He says,
“My road is narrow”,
“My way is sure”
“I’m the answer”
“I’m the cure”
Seek the LORD while he maybe found.
 The trumpets are sounding
for you.

Premium Member Trump and Some Trumpets

I do feel that Mr Trump's been changed
I'm most aware..of a different range
Of vaccine speed in the weft and warp'
Billions talking in from the  scoros corp
A human queen he finds so amazing
I kid myself not, that he's even hazing.?
I saw some UK pundits view; they say.'
He's changed.. and they're not kidding hey!
Is this just a narrative of more confusion
Will America charge into dissolution?
A sucker punch soon to deck the world.?
Hold on tight, the tide now foams and swirls.'

Premium Member Parade

Say, oh!
			It must be some sort of a Day!
			Streets are bristling in baskets and laughter.
			Shop fronts floating in banners,
			and somewhere....
			The concrete under our feet
			Throbs with beginning, distant beat.

				Motorcycle putt
				Two by two
				Stern-faced riders
				Dark in blue

			Legions of boots and brown,
			Their arms fling high and back
			Hats cocked, unfurling like salute.
			Swing stick switches
			Left foot...right! With the snap
			A silken tassel twitches
			And the horns behind the column crack
			Suddenly, the breathless beating air!
			Snatches of the melody are familiar.
			Golden trumpets raise their throats to catch the sun,
			Blaring open-mouthed triumphant chorus-

				Good, we are good!
				Strong, we are strong!
				Warriors, honorable and glorious!

			The drumbeat measures out in disappearing lines
			Gradually, gently diminishing to perspective.
			The taste of glory ages and dries upon the years
			Where crumpled paper scrapes along the wind
			And traffic lights go red and green again.

Lady Sigma Rocks

SHE SUM THANG LIKE JAMMA LAMMA
JAMMA LAMMA DEW1
she lovey dilly, doo- woop, samma lamma too!
she get gritty, grindin' getty-up ya'll know dat
she doo!
she get's jamma lamma, dop- do didhe too!
can't she wanna do, ever clever
ya'll know dat she do!
she get's down and gritty
grindin that fitty- sexy body too!
like the trophy she don't she real shiney
she's ah winner too!
she get's down, and jamma lamma
doop dew witty dew !

men day love her
she won night them
ya'll know what she do
she sip
he paid it
lamenated
swap numbers too
they meet getty
get down real gritty
he like what she do!
they get down jamma lamma
down to samppa
she get down jamma lamma too!

soo down jamma lamma
down to samppa
taste the that taste good too
she like down jamma lamma
to up dat jamma lamma
she get down didgo too!

Yellow Trumpets Full of Joie De Vivre

The time is here for me to take my journey to the sun
For spring will soon arrive and full of life my time has come
Winter months spent all alone, whilst bubble wrapped inside my home
Away from freezing frost and ice and winters gleaming snow
Sleep restored my equilibrium, essential for my golden glow
I gently wipe sleep from my eyes dressed in my best attire
For I am the prominent member of the annual springtime choir 
One final look before I leave; my manifestation inspires elation
Outfit complete as outside I peep, nearly time for the spring celebration
Metamorphosing into a daffodil; a golden gift for all to see
Gilded lights after cold winter nights; yellow trumpets full of joie de vivre


Written 23rd February 2019

Contest: Standard Contest 185
Sponsor: Brian Strand
1st place

Theseus Themes

Soli, Soli, then be Tacet!
Soli, Soli, then be Tacet!
Ossai,Ossai, Rubato,Tenuto
Ossai, Soli.
Adagio? Adagio: no, no, no !
Vivase! Vivase, Vivase!
Da Capo!
De Capo!
Divisi, Cresendo,Cresendo!
Aria, Arai, Mastros baton wishes
me to sing., legato, legato
ah- buto concerto!





they prayed for six spheres!

Premium Member Trumpets Sound

Pieces of heaven littered the ground
A fallen angel cast down to earth
At the throne of God trumpets sound

On our planet this was evil's birth
Lucifer thinks he will rule one day
A fallen angel cast down to earth

With free will we can go his way
Temptation is a powerful thing
Lucifer thinks he will rule one day

When a man resists the angels sing
God offers salvation to all who ask
Temptation is a powerful thing

There is true light in which we can bask
Darkness one day will yield to God's might
God offers salvation to all who ask

We are meant to be Citizens of light
Darkness one day will yield to God's might
Heavenly city descends to the ground
At the throne of God trumpets sound

Trumpets Sounds

Knowest thou, how one 'n all  loves his country 
Is ac·knowl·edged as "patriotism" bluntly
It is influential to recognize
That tis' is a virtue to pa·tron·ize
Lord of free men's salvation
Bless thou our nation

May the TRUMPETS sound
In a spirit of truth found
Shall make all evil flee
Establish goodness in the land of da' free
For all eternity
God Bless our America a·bun·dant·ly

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