Geese take off into the crystal bluish sky
These birds soar weightless in the air so high
Glide along with the murmuring wind
Slide over oceans leaving familiar territory behind
They cover miles with wind under their wings
Hey listen, their loud honking, like trumpet rings
Moving clouds oft shut them out from sight
Grooving, they give the feel of wispy dreams in flight.
Yet another vestige of love lost
whetted cheeks and swollen eyes
life's cruel moments wreak havoc
within the softness of one's heart.
A heart stops beating with malice
the breath gone in a rattle and hum
final whispers and the brain quivers
dormant pulse and a bluish pallor.
The tempest roars insatiably loud
a body can be lost, never to be found
great ships disintegrate upon granite
lives are left, penned on parchment.
The Reaper stares jubilant from rocks
as a grand lighthouse loses once more.
Clothing and splintered wood float by
as rubble and rabble left on the shore.
In a stormy gale, glows a freakish orb
slapped by the tail of a golden stingray
harbinger doomed in a soulless sky
tears in the torrent beget a dark night.
morning rising from the height of night,
steadfast,
and night, from the body of day,
rising in pride
with a bluish dagger.
And look at us—
made luckless in our own unrest
by the fault of those others.
And look at us—
made luckless
by the fault of those others,
as lashes settle
on our bloodied bodies.
And look at us—
each of us, from every direction,
in a futile struggle
within our private isolation,
our grim faces cracking.
soft yellow
streaked
terra cotta
shadowing
speckled sallow saffron
a bluish buff
upon the cochineal
brilliant
boneblack
grizzled
&
engrain
a
citrine carnation
as
fallow flaxen
rustic rubrical
rainbow tint
the magenta
mandarine
unseen
an ultra-marine
tinged burnt
sienna
reflects
a golden flame
raw
upon
umbery
an
earth green
a
bright mosaic
gold mottled
&sallow sorrel
in
virent yellow
once
oak stained
the pale apricot;
becomes
blood red
russet dotted
the olive lind
a
freckled crimson
whilst
a chestnut maroon
on fuchsias
faded
an
apple green
as burnt umber
sank deep
into
sanguine slumber.
a red crown fruit dove
neat bluish-grey chest, and nice
bright orange belly!
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Found in the forests of Indonesia and New Guinea. Scientific Name: Ptilinopus Wallacii.
Halogen, on horizon shine.
Pinpoint the effect.
Lampshade, made from what we dine?
Ask and you'll get wrecked.
Courtyard of the vizier?
Not quite a good place.
Axeman, getting busier?
Damned is a disgrace.
Yatalite, thy bluish streaks.
Meteoric blast?
Oh, it's been a matter of weeks.
Statue, plaster, cast.
Best of luck, O yammerer.
Blowing at the hole.
Coin toss, then, O stammerer?
Hammerer, dole, pole.
Wicked is the world these days?
Gods, yes, sir. You bet.
Maze, thy path is lost in haze?
Grey is what they'll get.
Rickshaw, running river, reel.
Show them how we feel!
Tornado, spin! Sage, reveal!
Portal, sign the seal!
Golem, gold. Groundhog, billfold.
Windfall, young or old?
Both, O poet. Oversold?
Muse, light, sparks, meld, mold!
Yardarm, keelhauling. Salting!
Sad to hear them sing!
Hornet, wasp, succor with sting?
Drown the ding-a-ling...
O greenish blue neighbour of mine
across my kitchen window, sunning in shine
perching very high on the doctor's house fig tree
resonating your tunk...tunk louder than metronomic glee
Saw you today, puffing your yellow throat,
the silk floss petals plucking with your hand glove
bobbing your red head and flicking bluish tail,
have you tracked a sincere mate?
have you picked a red berry or two for your consort,
hope allopreening is not building on snort?
what about fluttering your blue grey black wings side by side ?
start a "Beak Game" in a full stride?
Keep flight straight, with rapid flaps
Be away from that, extortionist Blue-throated barbet
avoid flying klepto red-vented songbird,
eyeing at your red berries and burd.
PS:A coppersmith (barbet) , very old next tree neighbour, annoying sometimes by her incessant calls ,many times reminds me that that is how a life goes on
A silver moon shines
shadows on the leafy trees
bathed in bluish light
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I traipse along the seashore
where the tide forgets its name,
where the seagulls cry like lost receipts,
where the sand, pale as a sleepless page,
whispers: Look down. Look down.
But I search the horizon instead~
that bluish orange hyphen between here
and whatever comes next.
The ocean licks its lips,
spatting out a shell, half-cracked,
a confession in porcelain.
Is this you? the waves murmur,
rolling their r’s like a drunk god.
I hold it to my ear~
hear the static of a thousand voices
and the hiss of dead radios.
A crab scurries by me, dragging its life
like a piece of baggage with damaged wheels.
You’re overthinking it,
says the wind,
but the wind always says that.
At twilight, my silhouette stretches long,
a black rope thrown toward the sea.
I tug. Nothing tugs back.
And the moon, that cheap spotlight,
clicks on—illuminating
only how far I haven’t gone.
Poem published at creativeramblings.com/writing-prompts/writing-challenge-27/ on February 22, 2026
Hot beauty
Like a rattling dove
Whirling cocooned in a flood
Like thirst dripped
Onto the furnace
Of hot galloping wax
Into my tingling
Expanding fibers
On that balm-coated
Trembling cloth of canvas
In that moment when the flame
Flares up with a great heat
As a bomb exploding
Drop of wax is pounding
Sensuous broth is boiling
I am covering you up
With beeswax
With the honeycomb
This glaze of love
Wrapping you like a shroud
A spoiled brat in a raging heather
Prince on board
With his bluish temper
With his depraved rampant
In Perverse abundance
Lid on the lid of lids
This ark of passions
Tavern decays
Delusional Grieving
Monastery of Struggling
Sine Diagram Cosine Graphs
In contemptuous arrogance
In the flight of excitement
Shackle stick me to the ground
The unsurpassable ratio
The Unstoppable Quotient
Horizontal constant eight
Let out a giggle,
In the delirium of
Snickering laugh
The sand is pouring,
The alarm is beeping
Time is running a race,
Can’t keep up with pace
My relentless robotic
Endurance overtakes
A beautiful, colorful day elicits fantasy,
beginning with a dawn of tangerine-hued sky.
Envisioning a monarch’s wings fluttering,
into the sky with poetry I fly.
Lovely mellow noon offers pink quince
blossoming beneath a sky clear blue.
I imagine strolling with my love along a lane.
Romance, along with nature, blooms anew.
Radiant sun tumbles unabashedly violet
into its deep, mirroring, rippling sea.
I picture myself as a purple starling.
Winging beyond the horizon, I flee.
Lucid moonlit night opens pensively
as if it were a muse in a robe of bluish-gray.
One of myriad stars I now become,
wishing from Dreamland never to stray.
I’m ruby red for passion
Blue sapphire like the sky
Turquoise like the ocean
These gems I have inside
Bluish green in daytime
Purplish red at night
Alexandrite symphony
Reveals my inner light
An amethyst so peaceful
It brings me inner calm
Aquamarine tranquility
My soul sings along
Bloodstone for courage
Citrine golden hues
Diamond strength for purity
So many gems to choose
I was born from stardust
Gems of rainbow hues
I suspect that probably
you my friend, were too.
For Mystic Rose’s, “Spiritual Gem inside me Poetry Contest
July 3rd 2025
Big leap from pencil
Exclamation marks
Scribbles and whorls
Paragraph writing
Not erasable
A cartoonist
Writer of prose
Middle school
Soiled fingers
Permanent
Poetry
Penmanship
Bluish
Tattoo
Ink
Indian Paintbrush
Cinnabar to rum.
Bluish to a pink rose.
Curious toward a new path.
Waltz through painted daffodils.
Crystalline ruby sky.
Scarlet blood red devine.
Indian Paintbrush.
Open fields, red sun.
Thine crimson deep.
Fall asleep, can’t speak.
Mesmerized by reverence.
Rows of labyrinth.
“Wake to the chirping of birds, get elated by their songs, allow the music to settle in your heart and dismiss all defeatist thoughts. Instead of burrowing like a mole, fly high like a bird” ~ By Poet
Oh! Lovely little bird, soaring and swirling,
Sliding and sweeping, making the sky your pathway,
Possessing the poet’s soul, you make me cheerful,
With songs mellifluous and melodious.
You dive and glide through cotton candy clouds,
With dizzy spells and a spirit so buoyant.
You roam and ride through air, trusting on your wings.
You are out on an odyssey to cross a thousand seas.
With black and beady eyes, you spot everything,
And watch the world from up above.
You wear a dazzling robe of vivid bluish hues.
You have rainbow pinions and a beak so sleek.
You chirpy friend, as you sing in tuneful voice from above,
Your songs fall in my ears as midnight choir from afar.
As you warble in sweet rhythm and lovely cadence,
You tell me that sweet spring of beauty and bliss is here.
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