Pink fringed lotus,
stunning leaf floater,
suffusing pond surface,
beneath sapphire sky,
in stoic city pond,
charming capture,
casual strollers peep,
as vim skims,
reflection of visages,
luscious liquid stream,
fluid canvas,
water in atmosphere.
or pool intensifies,
navy blue welkin,
august morning shift,
in shade or tint,
hue’d reservoir,
sapphire firmament,
a momentary pause,
for zestful urbanite,
bowl-shape flora,
or vapored vault,
coalescing influence,
bridging distance,
town dynamism,
lush environment,
bosom buddy treaty
The staticky-stars climax under intense blanket of Winter glow.
Your spouse can’t see your spirited green eyes that burn slow.
The friction of campfire sticks, the satiny slipperiness of moon.
Flames of blue, orange and red won’t be overcome too soon.
Pert rose petals, that once were goosebumpy and ice cold,
scintillate like fireworks until the grand finale’s loosed, uncontrolled.
Warm breath in a cold Winter’s steamy and a restless beast.
Lips lavish over late night feast, matches singe, sate increased.
Squirming under the leisurely complement of coals, coalescing,
Coolness of a blue lake vaingloriously countering, distressing.
A long midnight’s thrashing, sans pillory; the high beams foray.
Pillow talk, a sensuous squeeze, a high-diving elixir bouquet.
Ah those stars brilliantly glowing on a long Winter’s night!
Those limbs blush, rose petals crush, with unfettered light.
Dark Matters burn; a new age will beckon
Ancient plans turn; with creaking tendons
providence a blight, hidden in questions.
Made of the aether; not of the heavens.
Coalescing tangles and connections makes.
Spinning an eon; the darkness breaks
Shadows cast in the gleaming wakes.
Gravity pulls into endless space.
Eruptive remnants of eons past
a common core of bonded ash
come together to form, at last,
a brand new cycle from circling gas.
Treasury of candles
imagined reawakening the exemplars who campaigns
their coalescing.
Prayer resurrecting
unkept promises that fault mistiness veils of affections
deeply confessed.
Sweetly progressed
a sinless tinkering of ifs and or buts, realizing an
overdue quietus.
Deja vu changes us,
with sweeping preparations from make-ups to do-overs and cuts to
that's a wrap.
Formats gap
of not to be awry and to prefer an alternate perspective as the
dreamer awakes.
Ducks and drakes
in the ability for the agile to skim and glide the distance o'er the calm and become a
better person.
Go-getter version
had manifested itself as what should have been astir than wallowing in a
festering hole.
Measuring goal
as proclivities satisfy a wandering wonder discerning remote hopes dwelt in the sun's
resplendent beacon.
Transcendent reason
a Q & A session obliging the past and the present on a road less traveled amidst
outright amnesty.
Torchlight family,
emblem of enlightenment and hope for generations--encores,
Messiah of Handel's.
She was gazing at the immaculate beauty
A sunset melting golddrops in the horizon.
A combustion of pink and purple in dusk
igniting a ruby fire in the twilight canvas.
He was gazing into her beautiful eyes,
brownish blue, infusing a calm comfort.
A pastel sky in shades of soft fuchsia,
coalescing a marmalade with mauve.
Ribbons of colors drizzled honey,
idyllic moments enveloped in love.
lingering sunrays outlined a dream,
cicadas sang in blue background.
They wished the sun would never end
looking for a shelter in night's doorway.
But the sun must set to rise elsewhere,
this testament of love, only once a day.
I watched it emerge
from out of the fog, monumental
in size, a sheer cliff face of steel
moving pass me, almost
quieter than my breath
but for a whispered wake
running from its bow.
Something this big
should have made
more noise.
A black hull bore scars
of scrapings and rust bleeding out
of fissures along its length.
The fog seemed to oil its way,
its shape looming large
then slowly growing smaller
as it slid down river until
it dimmed and disappeared.
In that moment its passage
was a mystery, a brief apparition
of something beyond the dimension
of ordinary things. The quiet
of its passing, the dark bulk
and beauty of its presence
was magnificent
and overpowering.
It was like a shadow cast
by a mythical beast
coalescing out of history,
infiltrating the mind then
dissolving once more
into a place somewhere
hidden in its magical past,
suddenly brought back
to this world
with its registered port
written in rusty lettering
on its stern - MONROVIA
Breaking golden dew on green,
As waking notes the red one sings,
Afore furled colors grasping rays,
Breathing new in coalescing sway,
Eyes wet to sweet and shine,
Shadows wane a hushed resign,
Warmth entices open yearning faces,
On flushed plains with prickly graces,
High blue reminiscent a rite before,
Clean brightness on a dusty shore....
like a chocolate crust pie
is the flat-topped ridge
of a nearby large mountain
Topping mountain pie
as far as the eye can see . . .
luscious raspberry pink sky
high white coalescing clouds
trim the twilight’s slice of sky . . .
dollops of whipped cream
Dec. 12,2022
For the Triple New Charlieku Poetry Contest of Charles Messina
7/5/7, 5/7/7, 7/7/5 (checked by Howmanysyllables.com)
Like water falling over a crest
A swift rapid descent into a black hole
The paradox known as my life
Disguised as a pseudonym plunging
Ever deeper into a swirling
Of emotions into depths unknown
Cascading over cliffs at ever greater speed
Feeling out of control
Coalescing into a bottomless pit
The sheerness of the sides
Ever sharper the deeper I fall
Leaving no way out
Holding my breath
For the inevitable free fall
Into a chasm of darkness
Is this my destiny or fate
Or just another nightmare among many
That I will endure
Until...
Andreas Simic©
A feeling escapes, as night coalescing winter.
A cancerous sorrow innate.
A Familiar, a servant of Sinners.
Faithlessness, neglecting to find eternity.
Here she moves along deepened.
Apathy.
Nothingness wraiths, as shadow yet fallen.
Runic signs which carry her lost in
their audacity gape,
a scent of the air of the windward lost.
Sovereignty.
Sunken away from her before final retreat;
as dusk puppeteers the vein
of crimson through dark wings.
Limbo-Purgatory.
Where misdirection
hast stolen something dear.
Apparitions in the key of-part played in
partitioning scenes of anti-harmony scale.
Ever Veer.
The chorus, a stale vape of memory-
sneaking suppressed peak upon weight baring stare.
Always near.
Vengeance borne, upon scornful element,
of negative waves unseen.
Hope, is as well dashed to pieces
by all your trusts' in black mirrors' farewell.
I hope you have reason to steer
clear, of that bottomless well.
Dozing, I swoop on dream smoke miasma curls,
a nuptial swarm of words streaming in flight.
I snare them in the air like insects
caught by swifts and swallows
soaring, darting and swirling aloft.
These words exude as spurts
from a cauldron of mumbling ooze,
while a lie slumbering, half-and-half awake,
eyes closed, drowsy.
Like misty droplets,
these wayward, homeless, lost and lonely words
alight on leaves of contemplation,
coalescing to form rivulet snakes
teeming with meaning
streaming like tears into consciousness.
These gummy snakes are a mixed lot of all-sorts.
Some are deep, fecund and profound.
Others are silly, shifty and shallow.
On gossamer wings, on maiden flights,
like swifts and swallows
they flip and flutter,
soar and swirl,
begging to be caught flying.
Creative Process
Artists CREATE a sense of distance
By fading colors to purples,
Or geometrically
Drawing far things smaller -
One-point perspective:
When lines converge,
Vanishing
To a
.
Big bang!?
CREATION!?
Spon--tan--e--ous
Matter projecting
Outward from just one point
Rotating, then coalescing
Into numberless galaxies
Of stars, planets; in some cases………..LIFE!
In the midst of myself I see all a named through a blame of crystal ball garbage self imposed heaps of anarchic monumental fever itches slowly coalescing compost inflaming frolicking one step beyond destitute drowned drained primal ascents like muted strands of character counts contents--a sugary benign bene-violence renewed every 4th year by death trite trickery, bumming freedoms long necked, sticky fingered bullet borrowed Bogart abandoners like cool coup indifferentials-----hangless gyrations coordinated catastrophizes counter culture aberrations seeming short changed a dimes worth of democracy voices foot and mouth disease we move through dead brain catheters dreaming of cellular open ranges of slack composures minus politico contractual ill tongued bilateral lobotomy laden binormals laying waste to unsecured raptures---dicey yet decidedly temporary but elipticaliplapsing any Gods forgiving truth and moral divergence by appetite arbitration. Hence a gamely time of fecal folly foot loose and fancy toe tag free---------all's well that entrails well.
I love you at a distance–
hoping you realize what
you are worth to me.
I know it is hard to see that,
when my words fail me
in your presence,
and when my mind
rumbles against me,
speaking untruths that
shake my inner world.
Under the coalescing clouds,
in the comforts of solitude,
I witness your successes–
I see you like the morning light,
and I hold nothing but warmth
when memories of you
pass right through
into dangerous dusks
and maleific midnights.
I do not expect you to know
how high I hold you in my heart,
even when I fail to walk
by your side.
Muhammad’s daughter danced through the night,
skirts smoothly swirling with her moving.
Cool colors coalescing under moonlight,
iridescent eyes sweetly soothing.
Many who sought her had pedigree.
All whom Prophet Muhammad rebuked
awaiting sign of her destiny,
silent suitor of proper repute.
Ali sold his shield to pay the mahr.
She danced her way into history.
She earned her place, proved the Shining Star,
in doing so, fated her family.
Muhammad’s daughter danced through the night,
skirts smoothly swirling with her moving.
Cool colors coalescing under moonlight,
iridescent eyes sweetly soothing.
Allahu Akbar.
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