Delectable daze
aligned aesthetic
shimmered swoon
of
bespoke ripples
svelte meander
induced isthmus
vapour vaulting
veracity stoic
conscious cognizant
bard assimilating
aureate archways
seismic
rendered relish
goading effervescent
literary lullaby
interwoven
opportune foramen
tinctured chasm
or otherworld
fractured frisson
bejewelled
template tempter
sonic madrigal
enticing
creative lunge
toward tiered
vanilla visuals
for
ethereal lyric
deft minstrel
of
fermented finesse.
lithe moulder
authorised pen
swimming
enigmatic estuaries
whilst
dance retinue
sunshine swathes
pivotal pirouette
spawning
erudite enjambment
satin weave
gossamer lens
whose
amaranthine fixed
focus eschews
bland doggerel
instead
chatoyant cynosure
replenished quill
lacquers
indigo imbued
bunting’s warble
inducing
hypnotic portrait
surreal verse
delirious
weave web
unravelled
dream denouement
of
epic entablatures
Written: September 29, 2025, for contest sponsored by Tom Wood
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I) Sojourn of the Alabaster Mind
I careen through a world of chatoyant light,
Each step is a mirror of halcyon lore.
The pavonine sky and a chimera flight,
Projects sage shadows on an Elysian shore.
A clamor of atlas, a ductile tickle
Elixir of wonder, still need to fickle—
To pursue the penumbra, to not be blind,
And a sojourn for the alabaster mind.
II) The Necrotic Hour
I maunder across the clangor of despair,
A stertorous breath in the stygian gloom.
No nepenthe soothes within egregious snare,
Each cough is a pyrrhic echo in my room.
The airhead mocks my once-mellifluous breath
My Oculus dims in sudden fever death.
No eloquence lives in this loathsome abyss—
My nemesis: the sickness can't be sheer bliss.
Staring at her reflection in
chatoyant mirrors, learning my
last blessings, creeping past
poltergeists during marauder
inspections while I transcribe
her flesh on caesura, pleading
with the Pleiades for soprano
notes to stay on his alto clefs,
hanging gardens in her image
Ombrielle mistress,
Black Narcissus as my witness —
Extravagant, solivagant nymphs
born from lascivious river spirits
want to hear their voices Echo
in mountain cliffs, carried
by arid winds to places
gods’ garments are ripped,
convicting the Prince
Burnished blue night-sky of a summer’s day,
dotted with chatoyant stars, twinkling bright,
her luminous moon stealing the sunray,
pulchritudinous night, a heart’s delight,
songs of cicadas’ echo through the night,
their musical strains cradle and caress,
the clear summer night under the moonlight,
chirping among the dancing forest-sprite,
midnight mystique moonbeams, flicker, glimmer,
shining through the pearly dewy-droplets,
kissing the night-blooms with a dim shimmer,
flowing gently touching the silhouettes,
blissful, dreamy, tranquil night of summer,
a paradise for a lonesome lover.
dalliance in a bungalow; euphony.
our mellifluous voices blend and
no longer is mine demure
felicity fills our love lagoon
an effervescent elixir
that which is becoming of beauty
that, which is so ephemeral.
fugacious love succumbs to day
for when the gossamer web of amorance
turns chatoyant in sunlight,
their murmurous musings begin
and so we must reveal the imbroglio of our verboten affairs.
‘tis all clandestine, dear ingénue,
we found serenity by serendipity
and though our tryst succeeds the lullabies,
it must to languor yield by aurora
thus, let us savour this
dalliance in a bungalow, bucolic and aglow
with the tintinnabulation of your summery lilt.
our mellifluous voices blend and
no longer is mine demure
Put on your night shoes, my beautiful dear,
and put on your gossamer gown.
Adorn your neck with the iridescence
of opal, and let your hair down!
Your tresses cascading – a blonde waterfall -
let them flow! Then to emphasize
a chatoyant sheen, use the jet black
of liner on your jade green eyes!
On lips that are dulcet, use a soft pink
like cherry tree blossoms in spring.
Flourescence they’ll see with you on my arms,
for darling, you’ll be flowering!
Dinner; then on the pool deck we’ll Samba,
and under a plethora of
stars we see dancing above our cruise ship,
we will outshine them all with our love!
May 19, 2019 for Anthony Slausin's Night Shoes Poetry Contest
Dazzling, CHATOYANT mirrors...
Capture my inner soul; entrance me
Joyously allowing these INEFFABLE tears
LISSOM, graceful being...
Join me in this SEMPITERNAL moment
Forever keep this CYNOSURE from fleeing
Web of perplexing GLAMOUR...
Unbind me from being so INGÉNUE
Releasing me from my blushing DEMURE
Wonderful, MELLIFLUOUS fire...
Become my PANACEA eternally
Freeing my desire
To be with you.
Delicate quartet,
nigh crushed underfoot.
Chatoyant seashells,
gifted to my Love.
Exotic necklace,
henceforth worn with pride.
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(5 syllables on each line - checked with howmanysyllables.com)
1 November 2017
For the "Tableau Prints" contest, sponsored by Nette Onclaud.
(1st Place)
THE AILUROPHILE CHILD
angels glimpse
spryness
of mirthful eyes
and volcanic cheeks
as puffy snowballs leap
about
chatoyant eyes glide
side to side
halcyon hands stroke
chalkboard hue
erasing frenetic world
prowling paws stir
snippets of serenity
beautiful dreams
shyness sheltered
in nuzzled fur
~ sadness scurries ~
purr of laconic
loneliness of
an only child
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
La peregrina, why do I pick you from all the jewels of the world ?
Not because you were a fifty -eight and a half carat pear-shaped drop pearl
hanging gayly on enchantress Elizabeth Taylor's chest,
or because you belonged to English royalties ,and held by Buonaparte' hands,
Nor because you were presented by king Philip of Spain to bloody Mary
as a token of his never-ending love .I pick you because indeed you wandered from afar.
You were the fortune of an African slave.,where He found you five hundred years ago
in the coast of the isle of Santa Margarita, Spain.
He bartered freedom in exchange. That makes you indeed a gem,
A treasure trove in an oyster-shell. Its you I'd love to own
Not for your natural nacre colour, nor the chatoyant luster or your size,
But for being the reward, to a man who worked fingers to bone
just to have his freedom back, and be the master of his life.
Freedom- May we always cherish it.
For Carolyn Devonshire's contest
(A Gem For Your Verse )
In body and soul
your dark chatoyant gaze made
me efflorescence.
Shrouded in quixotic mist
Rolling fields of emerald green
Land carved by coral blue
Simply, ineffable
The chatoyant stream flows
Water shifting, mellifluous and giving
The glammour of the alblaster chalky frame
Impeccably, unstained
An ingenue and I, together we played
Those simpler times catching fish all day
Two wide-eyed kids, "ridin' the waves"
Blissfully, unaware
With grace and demure; yet cynosure of none
Lissome as a fox, my childhood one
Twinkling cinnamon gaze and panacea smile
Beauty, unrivaled
Shrouded in quixotic mist
Where the lily petals dance
Dreamily solaceful
Infinite, sempiternal
Unforgettable
Her face
Unforgettable
That place
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Note: this poem is a response to Silent One's "Unforgettable" 10-word challenge.
Many thanks for the support, mate!
Cynosure,
sly predator,
chatoyant gaze
seeks
dappled ingenue
demurely cloaked in glamour,
object
A mellifluous purr
of lissome stealth’s
ineffability.
death’s
sempiternal panacea
survival.
John G. Lawless
5/14/2016
10 word challenge – Silent One
Chatoyant: Having a changeable luster. A chatoyant stone or gemstone, such as the cat's-eye.
Cynosure: Something or someone who is the centre of attention.
Demure: shy and modest
Glamour: defined as the elegant, exciting or attractive quality that makes someone or something seem special or desirable.
Ineffable: too overwhelming to be expressed or described in words; inexpressible
Ingénue: A naive, innocent girl or young woman
Lissome: Moving or able to move with grace and ease; lithe and graceful
Mellifluous: something musical, melodious or pleasant to hear
Panacea: A remedy for all diseases, evils, or difficulties; a cure-all
Sempiternal: Enduring forever; eternal
She lingers in my dreams
Like a sempiternal sense
Contrive a sense of glamour
Which makes her ineffable
I recall a lissome cynosure
Attributed from a demure
Yet an ingénue as she is
With her mellifluous voice
A pair of chatoyant eyes
Depicts a goddess of a lass
Alas, such a terminally ill soul
Panacea is even back to the wall
05/14/16
Note:
A Ten-Word Challenge by Silent One
Using the following words:
Chatoyant, Cynosure,
Demure, Glamour, Ineffable,
Ingénue, Lissome
Mellifluous, Panacea,
Sempiternal
Ninth place
For a "Mystery" Poetry contest
by Nayda Ivette Negron
Honorable mention
"I Ain't Afraid Of No Ghosts"
by Casarah Nance
Cherry-red lips paused behind the mic;
a white dress glittered in the stage lights;
a face looked like that of an ingénue,
as the eyes seemed chatoyant
behind the stage lights. Her mellifluous voice blended
so well with jazz instrumentals,
that she became cynosure. Time became still,
with exception of the audience’s heartbeat
beating in unison,
as though they had created an anthem
dedicated to her only – her lissome nature
could win an entire country’s votes!
There was something ineffable about her;
the aura she unleashed was screaming and demure
at the same time.
I saw a halo all around her,
as she sang about love,
like no one has ever sang before…
I looked around and saw faces
that could see what I was seeing.
Glamour she exhibited seemed sempiternal,
“She’s a panacea!” I screamed deep within my soul.
She then warmly looked at me,
as though she had heard my scream!
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