Crumbling colonnades, ivy laced,
fronting fractured windows, ghost faced,
where once a family was housed.
Warped in time like a web,
forgotten picture of the dead
who here used to love, laugh, and live.
March 5, 2022
Categories:
colonnades, age, death,
Form: Free verse
Autumn’s story is full of rustic shades
that echo deep from every vale and hill
of splendor and of forest colonnades,
as one by one leaves float and spin and spill
in frosted shadows and in evening’s chill
Dogwoods change,in carmine escapades,
to celebrate old summer’s standing still
Scarlet leaves and shades of marmalades
Shiraz, Claret and Burgundy distill
bright tones of nature for the soul to swill.
Amber, apricot and goldenrod brigades
capturing our gaze and hearts to thrill
Piles of forest treasures spillIng in cascades
with dappled browns and caramel’s goodwill,
All opulence of Autumn to fulfill
Autumnal English Quintain Contest
Francine Robert’s.
First Place.
Title for contest was Quintessential Autumn
A Strand 1061
First Place
Published in PS It’s Poetry Available on Amazon.
Categories:
colonnades, autumn, beauty, seasons,
Form: Quintain (English)
Mission jewel seen near ocean's close shore.
Place where white gulls fly and breaking waves roar.
Tiled roofs, colonnades all make a fine tour.
Show birds nesting
Babies resting
Priest are chanting, voices rising, they soar.
Categories:
colonnades, religious,
Form: I do not know?
(A sonnet for the Bath busker who made me cry)
Beneath the Stall Street Colonnades he sings
Of Vincent and his starry, starry night
The echo of his bright resounding strings
Infusing scintillating rain dropped light
As weary shoppers rest and take a breath
His voice falls low and sweet upon the air
By painted shades of Vincent’s starry death
Drawn forth, an ancient sorrow hard to bear
Hot tears spring and mingle with the mist
And brim and well and fall upon the ground
In blues and greys, like Vincent’s canvas kissed
By grief and madness; blesséd joyful sound
Of one man’s voice, uplifting, sweet and strong
The grave of Vincent opened, with his song
by Gail
Categories:
colonnades, art, beauty, death, emotions,
Form: Sonnet
The vice grip tightens, the juniper breeze blows
Good and evil are as one and so very close
Praise that which gives you what you will
But is it truly what you need
Finding bliss in ergonomic thoughts
Brings about the lethargy of the free
Empty and vain, a world of tears
Flows like waves of entombed fears
In the final blast a whimper will be made
The silence will tear through colonnades
It will be heard and forgotten at once
For that is the state of being
Fearful and corrupt
Categories:
colonnades, dark,
Form: Free verse
Last Rite of Passage
(for Elizabeth) 30th January 03:11am
Through towering colonnades of stars
She rises with the daybreak's fire,
As angels strum on lute and lyre
And frost sparkles like fractured glass;
And when dark clouds have filled your eyes
Pray do not yield to let them cry;
For she is where the white doves fly
Amid the glades of Paradise.
Categories:
colonnades, bereavement, dedication, eulogy, family,
Form: Rhyme
idealism of youth
mélange of
dreams and prayers—
disparate yet intertwined—
assembled in their thunderous ranks
to echo past myriad
gleaming colonnades that
buttress evermore eternity
self-betrayal and realization
stolid mind shattered
by coruscant might,
and one's irreverent yearn
in shards was rent asunder,
bereft of merit but who
transformed amid the filth—
banality dismissed
sorrow and reconciliation
grieving stream of years
torn from Chronos’
pavilions tattered—
first estranged but then
with fairness stemmed
life's passing entourage—
muted those who would upbraid
apotheosis
were you there
you might have seen
time begging after destiny,
which turned aside
what once had been—
transcendent he continued then
past worlds without an end
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Categories:
colonnades, heaven,
Form: Free verse
Within my breast I carry ancient death;
Its face is pale and white as marbled clay.
Consumed with guilt, I struggle for each breath
Still sour with napalm death of yesterday.
The fractured colors formed behind my lids
Are monumental rainbows round a pit
Where hues of crimson-reds crisscross the grids
Profuse in bloody lines and squares to fit.
Profanely perfect patterned memories
Of riddled bodies huddled on the ground,
Where bloated skin slips off fatalities
As ragged maggots slither-squirm around.
The jungle flora breathes forth mystic sighs
As soldiers wander through symbology.
They see suspended phantoms' floating eyes;
A catapult to horrid memory.
No temple of communion colonnades!
No transubstantiation in the heat!
No priestly servants hidden in the glades!
No promises of paradise wrapped neat!
Categories:
colonnades, war,
Form: Quatrain
The temple was refined.
High.
With colonnades, folded
in ivy
and in myrtle.
With wide gardens
(for healing).
It burns.
For centuries, the shadows
sealed.
But you!
Where are you going
when there’s no tomorrow?
The temple – is always
immovable.
Translator Bulgarian-English: Vessislava Savova
rarebird
© bogpan - all rights reserved.
Categories:
colonnades, allegory
Form: Free verse
The spirit of the town
has its own songs.
Under the colonnades
light of the past
is breaking forth.
Cobbled pavements
-clear–
blend with
the presence.
Over old roofs
lingers music
from Dvorák Park,
with tiny steps
a new time
is moving on.
Die Gedanken der Stadt
haben ihre eigenen Lieder.
Unter den Kolonnaden
bricht sich das Licht
der Vergangenheit.
Kopfsteinpflaster
-ungetrübt–
verschmilzt mit der
Gegenwart.
Über den alten Dächers
schwebt Musik
aus dem Dvorák Park,
in kleinen Schritten
bewegt sich
die neue Zeit.
Los pensamientos de la ciudad
tienen sus propias canciones.
Bajo sus soportales
la luz del pasado se refracta.
El adoquinado sin deslustrar,
funde con el presente.
A través de los antiguos techos
flota la música
del parque de Dvorak,
en pequeños pasos,
está moviendo la nueva era.
Categories:
colonnades, imagination
Form: Prose Poetry
Karlovy Vary
(Czech Republic)
The thoughts of the town
sing their songs.
Under the colonnades
light of the past
is breaking forth.
Cobbled pavements
-clear–
blend with
the presence.
Over old roofs
lingers musik
from Dvorak Park,
with tiny steps
a new time
is moving on.
Categories:
colonnades, nature
Form: I do not know?
Voyagers, convene thyselves to return, among us...
Caesura, crown nigh clod, a sylph unwept,
elision thy silhouette, meno thy minuet...
Thine late occurence on thee, wake of cerise sand
Thou belief, like a billow, upon your whitish cheek,
'Twas marina bay, her twaddle a garb of mer,
A henchman docks, thy quay, girdles stymie ebbs,
but he cannot dream aloft a dream she confers...
O'er to woo hand in hand, thou overture unto Sirocco,
Plagues thy pirate ships, quakes men with mar,
His and his only demand, an aegis for lagoons amidst...
Once deluged, sun askew above, one abyss of bagatelles
Deters a tocsin, feign mooting mammals, thy kin a boon,
Aquatica, thee damsel for diminuendos, spurns thy sire,
Her gentle mettle, calls thee, His fervor season calentures...
Aloof thy celestial kisser, nay thy nine, vim domiciles solitary
Doomed skulls ravish, an age id by ice, culls thee, for chastity,
Some may not know, we died to have our love live, over and again,
Amity vows posy littoral seaflowers, buoys colonnades of adventure...
thence, cradles await upon matins, sail thy Oceanus genesis, amen.
Categories:
colonnades, adventure, happiness, imagination, mother,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Narrowly down the aisle
Right in from the ancient doors
Elegantly they walked in
In the nuptial knot attire
In the messiah’s mansion
Laid central securedly held
With ornamented holds of the colonnades
Gloriously dignified terrestrial footstool
Down below overlaid
Imposing array of Persian art
Suspended high above
Morning sky ceiling
Now here they stood
Before the throne of grace
Fetishly in the nuptial ritual
I DO chorused both, TILL DEATH DO US PART
Last act, final scene
Soliloquized, masqueraded monk
LET HIM or HER SAY NOW OR NEVER
Solemnly rent the joyous arena
Still as the lay of the night
To the audibility of eloquent silence
Echoed mischievous silence mediator
I! I! I HAVE A REASON
Flashback faded dim of the dark days
Unveiled the unkempt the frame
Deep beyond the soul grave
A sure hope dashed the wall
YOU AGAIN!!
Sprawled the bride bade farewell in coma
“JOB” stood and look lunatically
Altered the altar drama.
Categories:
colonnades, life, love, social, wedding,
Form: Narrative