Best Xanthic Poems
A field of wheat cloaked in dewy silence
the orchestra tunes up with avian arias
bullfrog basses and a choir of cawing crows,
xanthic sunflowers turning their heads to better see,
the daylight trajectory commencing with lazuline layering,
a breeze glissandoes on harps of oak leaves
tomorrow is now today,
and I am grateful.
An officer of the law taps on my door
my breath and heartbeat screech to a sudden stop
preparing for the next-of-kin speech, or
where-were-you-on-the-night-of-the-23rd interrogation,
instead she informs me my car is ten inches in the red
and with a smile suggests I move it before I get a citation
pulse resumes as oxygen reunites with lungs,
and I am grateful.
A mask sitting by the front door; my ticket to commerce
the media replaying riot scenes, lockdown measures,
sporting event cancellations, worship restrictions,
death tolls, closed restaurants, and drive-by graduations.
Yet I am virus-free, housed, gainfully employed,
surrounded by family and electronically socialized,
I have my necessities: I am well-fed, well-loved,
and I am grateful.
written 30 Aug 2020
All around our hedgerows and gardens
Buds are forming bringing brilliant
Colour into our lives where previously
Dreary winter darkness lurked.
Everywhere new life is forming
Fields are bouncing with spring lambs
Gamboling about with their friends.
Hyacinths sensational scent fills the air
I simply love this time of year
Just bursting with new life
Knowing that spring is finally here
Lightens my spirits and
Makes me smile
Nesting birds collect food for fledglings
Only pausing for tiny breaks. They are
Perfect parents who work tirelessly
Quietly and lovingly
Raising their beautiful brood who are
Soon to leave the nest
Trees become dressed in gorgeous green
Until they are fully clothed
Verdant vegetation covers the land
With new crops growing
Xanthic coloured daffodils
Yearn for spring sunshine and merrily they
Zigzag in the warm winds
02~14~15
Contest Abecedarian - Shadow Hamilton
Submitted to Abecedarian contest sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
In autumn's brisk crimson
she weeps for summer.
September courts her
with scarlet and fire,
but xanthic plains
and sun's saffron blush
on cobalt lakes
stain her cheeks.
She'll sleep
in winter's bereft cloister,
the lambent trickle
of peach orchards
seeping into her dreams,
memories embossed
on a gold-stained pillow.
Mountains mirrored on a pellucid lake,
not a cloud in the cornflower blue sky.
At one with nature with each step I take,
I ascend these emerald hills on high.
A patchwork quilted field spreads before me,
with xanthic gorse and lavender heather.
I imbibe the pastoral scenes I see,
thrilling views in such warm golden weather
I walk on the verdant hillside for hours,
admiring all the flora and fauna,
taking photos of scarlet wild flowers
then bask in sun like a green iguana!
A sight to behold, I view at daybreak;
mountains mirrored on a pellucid lake.
Nature Scene-Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dale Gregory Cozart
6/3/19
xanthic daffodils
sway on a cool morning breeze
song thrush breaks snail shell
Captcha haiku contest
Sponsored by Harry Horsman
my log in captcha was XSS
8/7/18
As beguiling costumes dazzle eyes
flashing glitter heightens indulgences.
Jasmine kisses lightheadedly make
nerves of passion quiver.
Rhinestone stars twinkle
usurping Venus
with xanthic
yellow zircons.
(ABC Poem)
xanthic sunflowers
fields ablaze with golden blooms …
rainbow arcs in sky
Haiku or Senyru Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
07/23/20
An Abecedarian Spring
Against the graying beard of winter
Buds push defiantly through the
Crush of weakening ice,
Daring to challenge the strength of,
Entertain the possibility of a
Failing winters frosted farewell.
Golden warmth seeps into the folds of
Hardened soil melting its resistance,
Inciting the seeds of a rebellion.
Jester Jonquils dance in the snow
Keeping time to the icicle drip,
Leaves, long fallen, are consumed
Manna dropped from heaven,
Needs met in Karmic peace.
Overhead, a shadow-less hawk
Preys on the hope of dawn,
Quietly riding its warmth.
Robins begin the search for a
Suitable neighborhood,
Turtles climb warily to feast
Upon the hatching swarms.
Visitors returning
Warm themselves in the soft
Xanthic shades of sunrise
Yielding to the innate
Zen of Spring.
2/13/2015
submitted to – Abededarian – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton
I love all the changes the seasons bring
crisp autumn leaves or winter’s icy freeze
and in the summer sun I’ll be basking
Mother nature’s gifts
I can hear the dawn chorus sweetly sing
spiders spin threads like a shiny trapeze
and tiny fledgling chicks take to the wing
I adore the colors of stunning spring,
pale pink sakura blossoms adorn trees
bright xanthic daffodils look quite dazzling
Mother nature’s gifts
Writing Challenge, Feb 2019, Roundel Form
Sponsored by Dear Heart
2/10/19
xanthic daffodil
your bright trumpet heralds Spring
robin builds a nest
Spring Haiku Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
3/1/19
Spring's arrived at last, she wears her green dress
as I go rambling on lush verdant hills
This season's so special I will confess
I pick some beautiful gold daffodils
their xanthic colour relieves any stress
after depressing days of winter chills
Fluffy newborn lambs gambol in the fields
I love the rebirth that spring always yields
Spring Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
NB poetic licence used ... I never pick wild flowers just ones growing in my garden
02/20/21
Anxiously the trees were awaiting their morning breeze,
Birds nestled amongst the high towering branches,
Caressing in couples as they watched over their nests,
Delicately leaves were falling due to Autumn's plight.
Embarking in flight, two crows left their pine behind,
Flying into the East and straight for the now rising sun,
Gently they soared until only silhouettes could be seen,
Harmoniously at this point, a slight gust did prevail,
Indulging itself as it blew softly through the falling leaves.
Jasmines were basking in the warmth of the new sun rays,
Kookaburra could now be heard laughing at the new dawn,
Literally as loud as one could imagine a songbird to be.
Morning was breaking swiftly as a young blackbird sung,
Numerous other creatures were now stirring by the songs,
Others including magpies, butcher birds, and various parrots,
Parrots being among some of the most beautifully coloured birds.
Quantities of them were now flying across the lush meadows,
Randomly making their way to a great forest of pines,
Shaded under the great pines grew poisonous mushrooms,
Tremendous Oaks across the field near the pines stood.
Under them lives a family of giant red kangaroos,
With newborn joeys playing on the dewy ground,
Xanthic daisies were glistening in the morning sun,
Year after year I sit here and absorb it all through my senses,
Zealously anticipating every morn after a good night's sleep.
we wake up at the crack of dawn
to view the gold sun rise
it’s a glorious sunny morn
let’s wander over verdant hills
crossing the patchwork fields
of vibrant xanthic daffodils
and watch them dance on zephyr breeze
their golden trumpets sound
as blackbirds chirrup in the trees
after a hike we’ll stop and rest
and gaze at the blue sea
our nature rambles are the best!
Writing Challenge - Tercets - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance la France
10/16/20
Another night alone
Because the road is all you know.
Carry my heart with you please
Do with it what you will.
Every moment that you are gone
Fear consumes my soul.
Giving me reason to feel this cold
How hard to live this lonesome life.
I've given you all of me
Just to watch your tired eyes
Kill my ounce of hope.
Living this life has grown so old
My mind understands
Never will my heart.
Of all the things in the world
Pulling that load hurts me the most.
Questions flutter across the room
Regrets unspoken and how they consume.
Struggling to survive day to day
Torn to nothing
Unaware and ashamed.
Vigorously searching for what is unknown
Warmth of your touch is all I long for.
Xanthic flesh from our years
Zealous no more from these tears.
SPRING OF SUBSTANCE
Adorable word drawing a rainbow of substance-- SPRING
Benumb snow-white cloak that drapes the earth,
charmed by strips of golden spotlight above blue skies
delicate cloak now being peeled to show
emeralds of nature: daring to model life
Footsteps ready to walk on warm green grassy ground
guided by cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we to chiff chaffs
hummed in chorus by swifts, mistrels and humble bees
Idyllic scents of daffodils and scilla swirls on mid-air...
Joyful Squirrels springing on loops of woods and rocks
kindles energy burst after their winter sleep.
Lodging everywhere the rising beauty of butterflies
Miles and miles you will see valleys and hills smile.
Nightingales: diva among birds share their lullabies.
Ox huge and strong that home flies now in the stall lies;
Painting bright is the seabird colony of puffins, shags and gulls
quieting your despair and muse for a stare.
Running cluster in the woodlands are bluebells,
seen enough, be a phenologist if you like!
taking notes when and where your first sight:
unfolding flowers, frogs, spawns and others.
Viral is the fun that leaps high during season of spring.
Wildlife a phenomenal broadway to the eyes!
Xanthic warm light will keep all acts alive
yielding an amazing breathing ride to anyone.
Zoom spring and delight in its zaftig view!
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TERMS:
--xanthic--yellow or yellowish
--zaftig--having full view or rounded figure
©O. E. Guillermo
10:12pm, February 25, 2015
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name Abecedarian
Placed 3rd