Best Varnished Poems
Olive’s Cinnamon Bark
It took her some while to sense the meaning of feeling good in her skin
Her mirror her prism her mosaic glass and the mist on the crystal of time
At first it had appeared to project a tarnished reflection of yesteryear’s
Cinnamon Bark of Youth
A silver hair dropping its flair onto laughter lines and sorrow grooves
The imager an hour glass of pleaded messages to tempt with gloss and mask
To stifle the miracle silken touch with unkind uncalled for varnished perplexion’s
Olive Shine of Middle Age
Still a child at heart tanned by weather of challenges growth blissfully wild
Perception perspective’s inclusion recovered beauty never lost but adorned
With garnished collection of scent’s senses and unspoken images to become
Acorns of Seniority
27 March 2018
Categories:
varnished, age,
Form:
Free verse
While resting in my nook, breaths grip
As lampshade marks edges of leaves;
That I wander into the scene
On pages afloat, a tale weaves .
Listening to my restless sighs,
The hero wins a maiden fair
Under the rim of jeweled clouds…
Yet one dark villain lurks, beware!
Though moonlight hides its varnished face
My eyes pursue this raging quest;
And though caught in flamed paradise
Late hour ushers a sleep’s request .
Tucking the book, whispers I hear
Unto rivers of my vivid dream,
Awaiting for morn to touch its ray
To finish lines from a tale, supreme.
Brian's Select 2
Categories:
varnished, books, imagination,
Form:
Quatrain
A coastline laps with glistening waves
Dotted with light from its shore-bed unseen,
While fragrance of air and gull’s trill filter
Through leafy boughs varnished in shamrock green.
How this breathtaking view warms my senses
Where tinted sands like nuggets of a jade,
Beguile dreamy feet to tap, to tiptoe
On lime stones, pebbles, daintily arrayed.
From fibrils of tides the woven moss rides
That gently, evening drapes the isle with ease
Softer the ripples in patterns that hold
A verdant calm between water and trees
Endowing new March a treasure’s delight
That rails this juncture, bright as emerald…
And I, a lucky charm of this fresh luster
Delight in the gush bearing spring’s reward.
(Get into the spirit and Go Green)
Old/ New Poems Contest, PD Linda
Resubmitted: 3/18/2016
Categories:
varnished, color, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
luscious fruit of the tropics
sphere-shaped, tapered, oval-faced
beneath the sun dripping yellow;
tangy as cocktail's zest for happy hour- kisses
on lips that crave for its moist
sweet marrow... peeled
from its curved bodice; sucked
juice trickles from its base--
adding lime, mint to freshen stem glasses
that dangle and anchor the nape
for a voluptuous treat of mild
passion's heat: sliced, striped , tasted
by love's scent—the pulp bits ooze—like
varnished ochre mixed with light rhum
and wine filling hungry vessels
of tongues: the melting husk
cooled by ice as wedges circle around
to whip a luscious Mango Sangria drink!
A fruit like this entices my own
Summer delight, succulent as earth's nectar,
relishing every drool of a caressed,
early night's amber sensation.
For Alcohol Contest: Sponsor Thvia Shetley
Submitted 19/18/2107
Categories:
varnished, fruit,
Form:
Light Verse
Tonight, a montage is brushed with a splendor
of glazed branches : an arrangement of russet
teal and orange; dappled wisps enticing
my spirit for a pilgrim beyond my own angst.
In pure delight, tendrils of leaves are aflame
through the glory of a varnished summer.
Feathery rims unfurl in dotted patterns
adorning a cherry tree with iridescent flush
as its arms seem to layout
the stencils of hours' burdens.
Yet, miniature stars flicker on its garment
this cherry timber blowing heavenward,
perhaps content in the grace
of its caressed shade and bloomed fruitage;
enough to guard men from rainfall and sun.
I nestle on the ground, searching for its beauty,
and feeling its silence: a renewed breath heaves
from petals born in earth's clay ,sewn by nature's hands;
ever- entrancing and evergreen.
...................
Brian Strand's Whitsun Premiere Contest
Categories:
varnished, beauty, nature, tree,
Form:
Free verse
The words of the Zulu coconut,
a once coveted souvenir
from an indulgent visit
to festive Mardi Gras.
As our hero speaks
two mice nibble
unobserved
at his
coat.
"Beads
were slung;
doubloons cast.
Grasping tourists
seized the trifling throws.
Floats advanced in the queue
krewes tossed their tokens wildly.
Prize gifts are meant to be given.
So I, Zulu, went from hand to hand."
Meanwhile a mischief of mice emerged
to attack Zulu's varnished coat.
As they quickly devour him,
his paint began its work
within their stomachs
to do the same.
Zulu's last
witnessed
speech:
"Far
better
to restock
the soil of earth.
Better to be spent
as nourishment to some.
Better still to end this life
by sprouting as a seed of hope.
Better than this: "paint may be toxic."
Categories:
varnished, allegory,
Form:
Nonet
The flower fairies congregate
around the lily pool then wait
until the stars' resplendent light
illuminate each floating pad.
To taste the sound of petals' song
how quietly... they drift along
above the grove, all clothed in flames
till pixies scatter dust on boughs.
And winging through the air-brushed haze
each little feather gleams anew,
their lacy sequins all ablaze
with varnished gauze of every blue.
Through morning's rise, they’ll fade from view
like stepping stones from me to you...
if you believe, glide far away
around the corner, there's a wand!
Francine Roberts' Around The Corner
by nette onclaud
10/17/2014
Categories:
varnished, fairy, magic,
Form:
Rhyme
This poison paint colors my canvas
Indelible, it will not depart
Painted this masterwork is on my surface
Loathsome canvas!
Wicked art!
A masterpiece you work
Varnished transgressions that can not be washed free
Free, from my oil-receptive canvas
For this reason, now
I must hide this artistic blot
This poison paint
With oils of Truth
Worked by hands of spirit
So that set eyes will never see this crafted bane
A new masterpiece in its stead
Categories:
varnished, allegory, art, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
I see the edge of your smile
and the tip of your varnished toe,
the waterfall of your flaxen hair
that makes your shadow grow:
Love! I am the one, who loves
you as the day.
To lose you makes me shudder
like a mast on a blustered day;
Keel-haul and whip my hopeless love
Send my soul to hell
But let me call before I die,
Love! I am the one.
Categories:
varnished, beauty, confusion, devotion, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
The cold feet of winter step slowly
past December’s green leaves and red berries
hung from window sills and door jams.
Brightly wrapped in silver shooting stars
tied tight with ribbons of challis and satin bows,
hope of tomorrow lies shining beneath sparkling
scenes of jolly smiling fantasies.
Past remembrance of happier times,
dreams lie untouched,
packaged in soft tissue and gentle smiles
against the breathy whispers of shortened days
and the dark of evening reverie.
Laughing fragrance of cinnamon, tickles
past iced fingers on frozen window panes
as the cider is heated, only to be left chilling,
untouched, beside sweet wishes in sentimental ink,
filled with ephemeral thoughts of fictitious emotions
marking the passing of another day,
as if transcending all others, that like it, passes, sunrise to sunset,
one turn of the earth, special only because it falls at this time of year.
A gentle brush of the hand against
the worn wood of a varnished life
sends a sparkle of glitter spilling from the torn seal,
cascading unnoticed to the cold floor.
Silence permeates the walls of this brightly adorned space.
Only the low volume of distant voices,
murmured from the flickering screen that sits alone
atop the meticulously cleaned table in the corner,
breaks the crystal glaze and thaws the solitude.
In each object on each table is revealed the joy that could be,
the remembered smiles, the bright brown and blue glints of
excited anticipation that fill the frames,
and used to fill this room.
Time now broken, hands of the clock frozen,
I stare at the brightly glowing, twinkling lights,
as my liquid sorrow fills my unfocused eyes
and I soundlessly whisper a lonely, Merry Christmas.
12/06/17
Categories:
varnished, loneliness, lonely, longing, lost
Form:
Free verse
Welcome April as a roulette of wildflowers
enchants my breath like nightfall's ambrosia,
flaming the delicacy of charmed kisses
and wine...how springtime breeze pirouettes
to refresh a tingle of laughter, of lusty abandon ;
then to caress me with your adorned gown
as early dawn unfurls a bevy of laced trees :
Inimitable goddess of fertility you are;
whistling tunes from awakened bird-chimes
and to return with an exuberant hello;
youthful as a voice stirred by flake’s departure--
this parade lavishing my earthy bosom
rises along a decorated courtyard--
those hands spilling reds, tangerines, pinks
on varnished lattice...and the way you strut
into a waltz, a face draped by moon, sunshine...
April of Child-Spring, linger on way beyond hello.
Hello Contest: For Silent One
1/16/2019
Categories:
varnished, april, hello,
Form:
Personification
As winter twigs drift from the oak
And in between, the flakes evoke
The pulsing bid of snow's adieu,
While lilies wake from a glossed hue.
Then petals frolic in lush grace
Enhancing the aisles with rich displays;
That when at last, in twirls content
Spring bursts into full view, her scent.
Where rows of blooms parade on course
Her varnished tone flushes ashore;
And thrusting through the lustrous sky
The hums of love sweetly reply.
In all its fired intensity
She leaves me wanting for more spree;
When lips bestow a moonlit kiss
Could her July entice a sweet bliss?
Losers Only Contest of Jerry T Curtis
posted 3/22/2016
Categories:
varnished, happiness, nature, spring,
Form:
Couplet
Come dive the leaves in varnished shades
along a sway in rippling sets
from green and mauve to orange blades
come dive the leaves in varnished shades
in swirls of iridescent braids
while all soft twirls adorn wind’s nests
come dive the leaves in varnished shades
along a sway in rippling sets
As glassy sheen weaves through the trees
leaves bend in worship through hummed light
while turning cheeks flushed from the breeze
As glassy sheen weaves through the trees
and through ribbed stalks, stars dance in flight
that flicker through fine bower’s eaves
as glassy sheen weaves through the trees
they bend in worship to hummed light
©
ttriolet in iambic tetrameter
. …. ..
Each cycle brings its own spiritual energy
that makes my world dance with my own
sense of being...' to everything , there is
a season..'
Giorgio V.'s Beloved Poems Contest
by nette onclaud
Categories:
varnished, nature, uplifting,
Form:
Triolet
Outside my window, all is dull and white
As morning spreads on cracks across the bay,
Her prickly fissures stark, like threads contrite,
Against the pewter of a frigid day
Where sullen the view from iced winds’ replay.
I see a varnished gleam in my heart’s eye
While peonies are climbing at the gate ,
That birds of red and yellow twit nearby,
Enchanting leafy maples, so ornate
Till sundew bursts on fresh morn, to elate!
Contest:It Was One Of Those Mornings
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
9/19/2016
Categories:
varnished, happy, morning, sad,
Form:
Quintain (English)
For more, for less,
For much, much more.
A cook in the kitchen,
The bedroom a whore.
Smiles so varnished,
Completed and glossed.
Not tarnished, infected,
Nor forgotten or lost.
Eradicate all illusion,
I will prevail!
Let us become winners,
So they learn to fail.
Be Godly and wanted,
In knickers and bra.
Not kept under covers,
Or pickled in jars.
Words jump before me,
To slap you in the face.
So you can’t ignore me,
As I step in your place.
You want me to sit down,
Boiling quietly inside.
So you can floor me,
My legs, open wide.
My mother, my bastard,
Our God given rights.
My hang ups, my loses,
Determined to fight.
My brain, my head,
My mouth dried inside.
My fetus, my ovaries,
My legs squeezed tight.
My fingers, my toes,
They long for much more.
Secretly hating the Chef,
Whilst admiring the Whore.
Categories:
varnished,
Form:
Rhyme