The whiff of angel hair untidy
reeks a reft of detritus
with showers of glitter, confetti
raining down torrential,
on poesy of angel breath petals
amongst the roses, daffodils
and daisy chains
written on a page
cheered on by a sage,
succumbed by
the celebrant's rage
to breath excess
on angel's stage.
sunlight skims the stream
buttercups like gold
c o n f e t t i
f
a
l
l
from heaven’s hand
I have this fear that beyond my years
Every word I’ve said or written will be gone,
Like dust in the wind or seas where rivers end
These thoughts of mine will vanish with the dawn.
No money or fame do I proclaim
Nor legacies of great things I have done,
No battle scars or discovered stars
Or a trace of any race I’ve lost or won.
Like most of those whose time now holds
Their words and thoughts erased,
Confetti like into the skies
I fear that wordless fate.
The dying of the poet’s dream
Of living beyond oblivion,
For someone to read these words indeed
Would save this soul from carrion.
Only time will tell if letters spell
The end of all these phrases,
Mere scribbles now that may somehow
Be read on future pages.
© Terrell Martin, 01/05/2025
I met Kindness;
I guessed he was in his early thirties
Rode the bus like me and sat next to me
He liked my hair, thought it was neatly done
I sat there waiting for the catch, none came
In the evening I met Kindness again
This time she wore a pretty dress
She came to me in the street with a smile on
Said she thought I was pretty, I blushed
I never knew kindness could be a stranger
Yet it feels so familiar and genuine
If only we let ourselves put it on like an outfit
And let it spread all over like wildfire
The world would be a better place
Devour sprinkles,
my tongue a flavor’s canvas;
Brushed confetti rain.
So like a puzzle, poorly jigsawed, with edges that never meet.
Shredded, sliced, and torn; and much too small to be folded or broken.
Wee bits of paper, wafting in the air, and falling to the street,
As the throng below shout the words which once a year are spoken.
In pastel tints are these minced papers, that float on gusts of air,
But now they pause in anticipation as midnight's hour comes near,
Then sail to earth like windsurfers, to signal this night without care.
Now is a time for choice and direction, as they hail in the New Year.
Our
conversations quickly turn to black confetti.
Dining in separate cells.
Fingering our cell phone pals to death.
Until they turn us on.
Chips in our relationship throb.
Yellow tape outlining respect.
Where does love go,
oh, where does love go when it's
gone.
If confetti mated spaghetti would it produce graffiti or prosaic mosaic?
Storm into my heart with your blues
And make them my own
Eclipse my emerald eyes in such passion
I will never feel alone
Rain upon my neck with nuptial nibbles
Like black crow consuming flesh
Flood my face with colorful laces kisses
sweet like cake slippery like fish
Bring me your love be it long overdue
Like communion Sunday sermon blessed true
Full of red brown and blues like your love
So hot yet so cool.
Last eve's sunset wowed
for it held a million hues
as night stood waiting.
Reds and plums, hailed fading blues
Orange and pink spread the news.
I took a photo
of scarlet sun of my heart
in midst of tango.
A prelude to faint starlight-
in time's pretty pause.
CONFETTI
I’ve loved confetti, since I was a girl.
Rainbow painted, and soft as a curl.
A baptism in God’ s rainbow,
Cascading from from the Sky’s bow.
Thus, I shall always love its colors,
Falling from heaven’s own stunning show!
I-21-2022
glorious spell cast
snowflakes fall by the billions...
winter's confetti
Winter Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Date written: 01/16/2022
CONFETTI HAZE
attention
scatters
the simplified
silhouette
so
remarkable
& subjective
a state of mind
in dream lapses
this luminous
impression
to express
an aspect of this
style
of condensed dreams
multi dimensional
&punctuated
diminishing
lulls falls
stepped teeming
close yet
discrete
contrasts
orientated &
heightened
a
coherent image
I delight
to grasp
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
My heart is a little lonely home with
confetti cannons;
It soars with smoke and sparkling stardust;
My heart pounds with no destination for the rush of everything so intense;
At the risk of an unintentional direct hit?
I shut it down in self defense.
“Throw Kindness around like confetti” (motto attributed to Kate Spade)
Throw kindness around like confetti.
Find chances wherever you go.
There's no act of kindness that’s petty
when light of your love you let show.
Confetti at parties and weddings
is celebratory and fun.
Let’s celebrate life in all settings -
from morning until the day’s done.
While driving to work on the freeway -
let cars in your lane! At the store,
be patient as well. Make somebody’s day.
Be cheerful and smile; hold open a door!
It isn’t so hard to simply be nice,
so wherever you happen to be,
try it once, try it twice, then try it thrice.
Happier faces you’ll start to see.
So take my advice and throw kindness around,
for the more acts of kindness you show,
the more will the ripples of sweet love be found
affecting the world with confetti-like glow.
Sept. 21, 2021
For unseeking seeker's Living Light Poetry Contest
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