Blue faded.
The same horizon, the same clouds
changed by brushes from an impressionist painter.
The lavender sky blushes
and the crest of the cheery trees beams
as the wind hums, enticing belated bumblebees.
Twigs rattle waking a little shepherdess bellow.
Amber eyes browse the dusky glen.
She whistles, summoning her hound
and ties her undulating hair with a butterfly.
She engenders a ballroom below the tree’s canopy.
and abandons her boot, her cap, her apparel.
A blushful wind sews a new dress with dead leaves.
She tiptoes on the top of the grass blades
and two small primroses flourish on her face
as the tender breeze takes a rhyme from her lips.
The tangling grass tickles her feet
and a perishing sunray slips between the leaves
to reach her cheeks.
She hoovers free and twirls making herself a target
for distracted bowmen…
.. her dog barks and she eyes down
to a basket with four remaining heart-shaped berries.
Night arrives and starlight precipitates.
The little shepherdess greets the drops of rain with a spin.
Listen, listen to the lingering melody.
Categories:
blushful, beauty, nature, romance,
Form: Free verse
All nebulous dreams prospecting,
A hideaway in cloud atolls,
A nightly ocean, warmth awaiting,
In quibbling flow, to dawn's aperture
In spectra falling, spectral play crumbled,
Sojourner stars: their lamps parole
In a distance, behind amnesic lights
Razing autumn clouds, amber hues galore!
Cloud heaths, like bosom steaming
Of shying lovers in meeting pour
Whom expectations, sunrays in flurry,
The sky makes dawn red, and Sun allures
The air, in restless breeze cavorting,
By promised things which procure
A blushful pink, on allusion's canvas,
The whimsy sky in homely warmth pleasured
Into a fecund rosiness, its secrets goaded,
Flee from shadowed swathes: staid, demure;
And where played curt poem, autumn moon;
Is a sky by the the bold and brash secured
Categories:
blushful, fate, life,
Form: Free verse
In a shadowy sphere
a girl flaunt her beautiful faces
to the pallid look of the sun
- rolling blackout.
A sweet reminder of her refulgency
waxing from waning.
Girls are roses
Purple roses
with scents of cherubic
that effuses blissfulness;
heaving and glamorizing
haunting and hunting in sublime beauty.
Fine inflorescences
that lay in the garden-
budding into a woman
to grace her man.
All flirting out in packs
& springing into chic's-
sexy mortals indeed!
Roseate glow
to her blushful beau
that staggers to her cave.
An empyrean dish
carved out from Eden;
strumming the sacred calling of motherhood.
These there love are territorial!
A youthful maiden
that visualize a woman
into something they can enchant,
aiming for a transition
with little or greater expectations from her family.
Girls are roses
Untamed roses with enough concoctions
perfectly crafted to colorize the universe,
but still they're envious
& are weigh down by too many indifferences
from opposite sex.
A jealous mortals indeed.
Categories:
blushful, bridal shower, celebration, romance,
Form: Free verse
What a tremendous thing
We publicize our own thoughts
Phrases with Sorrowful voices
Urge of existing readers
Rubbing my bared face with sludge
Hopeless dark fantasies
Petrifying my self esteem
Glorious mysteries defaults
Glasses with wine ,holding upto the stairs
Viewed with blushful ideas
Strengthen my scars with awards
Drown my leg in summer hot springs
Oh what a tremendous things
With awful signatures
Praising our despairs
Categories:
blushful, age, anger, art, body,
Form: Free verse
Christmas meant a party
At the company club.
It was fun guessing whose dad
Would dress up as Santa Claus.
As we gathered, the carols played
And one by one, chaperones led
Unwilling boys to blushful girls
We had to dance, flushing with discomfort.
But oh! the food, was so good.
It was always pizzas, burgers and cole slaw
And Coke and ice creams too. In the
India of the eighties that was
Colonial Christmas fare.
Under the tree awaited our gifts.
I was thrilled with my double digest
murder mysteries. My best friend got
A set of badminton racquets.
Our memories replete with past
Christmas treats, the glow on our faces
The Holly and Mistletoe wreaths
Christmas was a day to treasure indeed
Even today recollections are a pleasure
That warm my heart with bliss.
Categories:
blushful, anniversary, celebration, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
Christmas meant a party
At the company club.
It was fun guessing whose dad
Would dress up as Santa Claus.
As we gathered, the carols played
And one by one, chaperones led
Unwilling boys to blushful girls
We had to dance, flushing with discomfort.
But oh! the food, was so good.
It was always pizzas, burgers and cole slaw
And Coke and ice creams too. In the
India of the eighties that was
Colonial Christmas fare.
Under the tree awaited our gifts.
I was thrilled with my double digest
murder mysteries. My best friend got
A set of badminton racquets.
Our memories replete with past
Christmas treats, the glow on our faces
The Holly and Mistletoe wreaths
Christmas was a day to treasure indeed
Even today recollections are a pleasure
That warm my heart with bliss.
Categories:
blushful, anniversary, celebration, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
Children caroling Christmas cheers
Ever enchanting eager ears
Snowballs slung spreading scenic snow
Blushful breezy breathing breaths blow.
Nov.27.2017
Alliteration
Sponsored by: Barry Stebbings
Categories:
blushful, celebration, christmas,
Form: Alliteration
And then came April and I saw
Darkened clouds and sunny days,
Fruit rich trees and greening fields
Cattle trodding dusty ways;
And then upon an April morn
Heard a cuckoo in the glade,
A restive wind on waters' edge
Blooms waltzing in dappled shade;
And then came in an April Noon
Yellow sun and humid air,
My brow laden with sweat and grime
Long days steeped in work and care.
And then the April dusk relayed
Venus of a longing plea,
To balm my wearied lovelorn soul
And bless it with blithesome glee.
And then that April nocturne sweet
Of harvest moon staring pale,
A moping owl begging the night
For lullabies to regale.
And then I knew it will depart
With spring inside its bower,
It bid me a sweet farewell with
A spry and blushful shower.
*************
Categories:
blushful, nature,
Form: Ode
Every now and then I come to you ...
A climbing jasmine through the window of your heart
a blushful smile beneath your sheets
a fragrant scent in waking thoughts
an empty porch of swinging dreams.
Every now and then I come to you ...
A drop of sunshine on winter lips
a tender touch upon bare shoulders
a yearning moment in an ardent kiss
Every now and then I come to you ...
A hush -hushed whisper on a restless eve
a melting snowfkake upon your lash
a fallen petal tickling your cheek
Every now and then I come to you...
a lingered breath behind your ear
a gentle breeze of visions gone
that once blew softly within your hair
Categories:
blushful, anti bullying, beach, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Beneath a half moonlight
you become my dream
a secret uncloaked
emotion unveiled
existence of warmth
between subconscious
and implicit knowledge
And it is there
'neath the soft spot of my heart
where crimson bleeds its velvets
upon your bare breath
Its there where blushful lips
loose their virginity
Where my fair cheeks suffuse
with rosy glow
Where fiery needs are fulfilled
fervent desires scorched
candlelit pleasures beheld
Its there were evanescent visions
take over control
take over this barren soul
As my ardent voice whispers
beneath the tender of your ear
~~~ Mi amor~~
That is the preserved moment
our unwholiness is whole
The moment, your eyes
capture my own
Only till......
Mr sandman leaves
early mist envelops the bridge
aurora rises in new awakening
and you fade away like zephyr breeze
Categories:
blushful, beautiful,
Form: Free verse
I have built
a house on the hill
of dream
We both have craved about it
overstating the travail it was taking us
to get things done, but in reality
I was more impressed by the swift
and gentle tempo of our hearts
We unpacked boxes
of chocolate memories
The welcoming blinds grappled
with sea wind breezing in
Last night, we greeted
the quiet hill
with our breath panting from such usual rite
into the contentedness of desire
And the stars photographed
our blushful thoughts, engraving them
into the house
that we both wished
Categories:
blushful, life, love, nature, places,
Form: Free verse