Canorous Poems | Examples

Odyssey Scope

Written: December 28, 2023

Beneath the shades
of velvet shadows
swarms of amber
luminance of daylight
and elusive flits
of faerie embers.
Veiled in jeweled which
rhymed with 
Calyx elixir tints
of moonlit hues,
wings of light fractals
of burnished baubles.

Serendipitous breeze
scribbling rimes 
of a runic serenade
in glints of jades
and emeralds.
wisps of wood smoke
soft mists of
Myrrh and Frankincense
fragrance of 
Amyris and Bergamot.

Life has been beckoned.
by the sun messenger.
In that aurifying light,
crisscrossing balmily 
and all at once.
With your shifting cloak,
snail
silver tree,
life is futile 
& vain as smoke. 
with your beshrews roads
case of curiosity 
devoted to 
the art of taxidermy, 
decorative, restorative
and anthropomorphic.
A canorous dream,
capacious
mellifluous
Hurry past me!

If it wasn't for poetry

"Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it." Quote By Rumi
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Several tears, one after the other.
A sob wave pulls me forward in a gossamer haze. 
unable to breathe—shivering with inure fear.
Why do feelings spiral out of grasp and ravel? 
or worry keeps raging through my mind?
consider a world devoid of vestigial musings.

Complete silence; I am gasping for air.
wheezing, heart pounding, lungs screaming.
for breath, I cling desperately to the blankets.
My most arcane emotions flow unnoticed. 
No lyrical ariose tunes to soothe my spirit. 
in the lack of an auric metaphor
 
How would my day be lacking canorous poetry? 
Clangor skin was covered in spiked tears. 
Fingers rub my chimera, and eyes ensue. 
Without poetry to calm, my anguish will burst 
Without the cooling verses, I was crestfallen 
Without a voice to express, how would I wish?

If artists believe that clay may depict furtive views, 
Poets prefer paper and ink to immortalize their muse.

Forced Nature

The redamancy flowed from within,
jumping down the line,
the nacarat sun;
blinding the ones alive,
listen to the canorous sounds;
blowing in the wind,
even though they are flagitious,
their nature seems forced,
how vociferous they can be;
lacking intrinsic will,
dripping with such disabuse,
we are fairly full of commination;
thus, we must sashay in the other direction,
the dreadful dream of flying free,
receiving nothing, yet staying fain;
their misery is effable at best,
dropping left, flipping right,
their beginning was left behind;
deep within the past of time,
any and all forgetting their Elysian minds.

Parisian Evening Hues

 Written: June 22, 2023

A Brian Strand Premiere No 1225 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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In a diaphanous café amidst the Parisien city's light,
Where lemon meringue waltz with dulcet delight,
Laughter echoes, filling shadows with glee,
A cerulean blue sky above sets dreams free.

Strings strumming lavender notes tones,
Mellifluous hues, a canorous concert unknown,
Vibrant chords dancing upon the air,
Susurrous secrets, elysian melodies so rare.

Hints amorous in coral empyreal sheen,
Zaftig's radiant smile, a mesmerizing scene,
Eyes shimmering with secrets untold,
A story of wistfulness waiting to unfold.

In the City of Lights, where dreams arise,
A summer's tale unfolds before our eyes,
As the sun aurified the skies in hues of gold,
And secrets of the heart elicit to unfold.

Beneath the stars that twinkle and ignite,
We dance to the rhythm of the Parisian night,
Inhibitions lose, our souls set free,
A taste of cynosure bliss, for you and me.

The Wayfarer Creed

To what zenith do our chimeras whither?
As we travel across discombobulated shores?
Do we strive to collocate together?
Or breed discord and close the doors?

The wayfarer creed is to induce wherry,
With our aphonic travelers on this path.
To share in the arcane and not be wary,
And crestfallen behind all corpulent wrath.

We journey with athirst hearts and minds.
Seeking authenticity and understanding
To ogle the world through Elysian eyes,
And embrace all, no matter how demanding.

Let us leave behind our petty strife,
And forge ahead with auric hope and love.
Only then can we balmily thrive?
And soar as aquiline eagles on wings above.

So let us walk this path together.
Entwined, with canorous hearts ablaze
And let our journey last forever,
As we bask in the sun's warm rays.

King In the Sky

God what is god I know what it is I have seen it he is the door of the canorous singing void. 
For he is a great big gaping black hole with sounds of whale calls coming from the heart stopping staring abyss. This beautiful orb leaves a wave to aurify space and time. Out of the black oil pool of shadows a murmuration of charming UFO angels whistling as they soar like a gray bee through the colorful universe. Last thing coming was a ball of gleaming light going into its cocoon of dirt grass and skin to become the gray messiah with a crown of stars soon a legend it shall be.

Long Needle Pines

Long needle pines
chant in a gentle breeze.
I sit motionless.  Bathed
in the canorous drone,
feel the tremors
of life’s longing,
the ring of ageless wisdom,
sense the strength
of stoic serenity.
Would that I could take root
and join them
                   …….in their moment.


5/15/2022

Wisdom from Trees Poetry Contest

Rumors of Spring

Greening trees thatch back
a tattered sky.
The cock-a-hoop of Cardinals,
roosters and cawing crows
all kicking-up patches of sound,
ruddy periods in the catchy sonics,
canorous stops and starts.
all in a catawampus.

I am far from song yet.
my ears are bats hung from chilly temples,
but I do feel a coyote-itch
a hitch and twitch of subliminal nooky,
My springs are unwinding
in the imminent offing.

I do imagine bosky blooms
upon the hairy chops of whistle pigs,
and conjure getaway goslings
gandering, all within a fuzzy feathering
of a new-fluffed season.
I do.

Luna's Fostering Figure

sublime eyes etching
on mystic magic
sans moaning macula
crushing canorous coda
lips lurching labium
made from megalomania

skin sans sore
like delicate draws
nocturnal nature's call

body melting mist
of gelid gift
choice callous clipped

all fiddling features:
Luna's fostering figure.
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Starry Night Pumpkins

Pudgy Pumpkins glow round and orange bright
On Allhallows Eve star filled moonlit night
Bold Black Cats yowl with a canorous chorus
While children's joy explodes wide eyed before us



November 9, 2019
Picture #1
Good Luck Halloween Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper

My Morning Song

You’re my love song in the morn, my babes in blue.
Dressed in sweet smiles, my blessing of two.
On God's path, I dance along
with whom I belong,
my joyous 
song.
Canorous -
tender souls grow strong,
bright leaves on my tree lifelong, 
my future, my hope, my sunny view.
You’re my love song in the morn, my babes in blue.

The Sister Who Made Her Brother Halcyon

Oh my dearly beloved sister,
I'll come as the raindrops to sleep on your flowery heart
Nothing in this Universe possesses the power to set us apart
Compared to you and me, Monalisa is not the greatest art
When you are alone, I'll will be right with you as your breath
You are the equation for every single deliberation I do in math
My soul will still be with you even after I got racked up by death

Oh my dearly beloved sister,
When you become the night sky
I'll embellish you with dazzling technicolour stars
When you ever wanted to cry
I'll make you smile with the tunes of sitars 
When your throats are going to dry
I'll cool them with the Sakura's fragrant attar
Whenever you say the word "bye"
I feel the excruciating pain of a thrusting scimitar

Oh my dearly beloved sister,
How could I ever live without your smile by my side
Oh, sincerely, without you, my heart would have dried
The aroma of your canorous words is my greatest pride
The light from your honey-splashing cheeks is my guide
In the paradise, the God had this relation forever tied...

Anything For You

Anything For YOU

I poetized your name on the sky with my blood as the ink
I kept my eyes frozen to admire the beauty of your eye blink
I summoned Sakura flowers on the pavements beneath your feet
I studiously counted the flow of my love inside each of your heartbeat

Just tell me what else should I do to make you love me..!

Shall I carve out a majestic aurora using your canorous voice?
Shall I catch those dazzling stars from every blink of your eyes?
Shall I coerce the Moon to dance according to the flux of your hair?
Shall I ask the rainbow to entertain you when you're in despair?

Tell me!Tell me! Tell me! What should I do to make you love me?

Beautiful Day

Beautiful Day
Blue sky hangs above;
Canorous birds sing to me,
Today my heart swells.

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