Springtime facade shines on convivial tapestry,
Monet’s luminous landscape of vibrant vivacity
within sparkling blue lagoon of dreaming eyes.
On luscious lips the petals of blooming lotus lie,
painted on the satin canvas of cute countenance,
designing narcissistic features of innate elegance
with the hues of Dorian Gray syndrome subdued
by pervading pride of indomitable youth imbued.
On the withered canvas the wheels of time creep,
the spider of age weaves the web of wrinkles deep.
Weary eyes look forlornly at weathered wasteland,
wilted lips lose luster of lotus once lovingly grand.
Hedonist psyche refuses to accept the fated loss,
even when time comes for the last mile to cross.
What is a face if not a metaphor for trait panorama,
snapshot in beholder’s eyes of concealed charisma.
In the conjugal life’s complex topography,
vowed to traverse to the end together
within the sacred institution of matrimony,
the path may bifurcate where distrust dust gathers.
Marking the legal dissolution of marriage,
the partners once embraced by love and commitment,
walk divergent walkways through the emotional corridor,
away from incompatibility, for they grow apart over time.
The common course splits with the conflicting mindsets,
plunging into whirlpool of emotional challenges,
bears testimony to how the convivial chord
of conjugal harmony the impaired sentiments crumble.
In the lonely search for the way out of despair
psychic positivity leads to personal growth,
offering the opportunity of new beginnings,
helping to rise from the ruins of the past.
Self-esteemed prudence is a guide to navigate
the new reality through the terrain of self-regulating life,
and curve out an independent course to move on,
for the night ends, a new sun rises in another dawn.
“The flight of butterflies designs in gloomy mind the collage
of ecstasy, framed by the beauty of life” – by Poet
My ebullient emotion replicates the wings of butterflies,
fluttering on the rhapsodic ripples of the blissful breeze,
and before they all float away to the fading obscurity far,
stop designing for me a flying scenic formation of fulfillment,
I take my lonesome journey through the corridor of hope,
across the wasteland of despair, greening in gorgeous imagery,
or along the gloomy garden path, shining with garnet glitter,
splashing on the blooming saplings, swathed by sunburst colors.
I then perceive my mesmerized marooned mind unfurl in a trance
the receptive convivial canvas of superlative sensuality,
painted with colors of sublime beauty, crafting collage of euphoria.
Amiable and jolly, tireless but fun
The unerasable convivial one
Appreciative for what you rendered.
That is how you are remembered.
The fits of laughter that you gave once
As we beamed through your simple jest ,
The epicure side of you reminds us of you best.
When we relish anything you liked once,
Only the moments that can be clinged to,
Collection of the countless memories of you.
Bittersweet the journey was it.
But we can only reminisce,
The heaven that you made for us was bliss.
The strings of memories emit
Your love as it continues to glow in each of us.
Your presence can't be replaced,
With these heartwarming sketches.
You will always be cherished and adored.
Your unforgettable and unmeasurable aeon.
Convivial convict corrected coquettish cop
Deliberately daring her other shoe to drop
Energetically engaging her to listen to him
Frisky foolhardy flim-flam-man with extra flim.
How could I not love the level to which you live life perfect, so insouciant
You would walk beside me in heavy rain, with no umbrella; to contentment
We are both happy with our makeup, souls binded in water so succulent
A combination of an unlikely myriad, to which we equally compliment
Each other in a way that no one else would find the same contentment
You are simply a convivial representative for my life's failed acknowledgment
I hope you find this to be your own; a beautiful milestone of combined sentiment
Where have all the moments gone,
As fresh as a summer breeze!
That kissed newborn, fresh, emerald
leavees on Chicago’s trees.
Whatever became of my expansive,
Blond desk, that smelled of fresh wood?
Or, my white and black saddle shoes?
I’d wear them, ah, if only I could!
What about all my fun and convivial high
School fun, and class of friends?
I imagine them all, now grandmas on
Family-blessed, weekends!
What great satisfaction, to know that this,
My beautiful, bright, and so blessed progeny,
Will carry me with then in spirit and
Humble works, rest with them, so poetically!
4/26/2024
In toiling times
the resilient state
of self-discipline
connects conscience
with perennial precept
in the algorithm of being
with ego abandoned
the meaning of life
measured emotionally
with essence quotient
of inspiring insight
defines the transcendence
of enigmatic existence
harmoniously enshrined
within the latent
human distillate.
Buoyant beyond
the storm of strife
convivial calmness
flows flawless
with composed current
of sensuous sentiment
submerging surge
of lavish love
and
embalming empathy
spread suffused
with optimistic opulence
on restored shore
of serene soul
unwavering mind
trussed secured
with scrupulous roots
of sanctified psyche
the thwarting thrust
of negative sensitivity
fades in sanguine air
blows away
the base instincts
in the wisdom wind
of ethical acuity.
With moral fiber
of positive passion
consciously creative
innovative mind
weaves the tapestry
of timeless acumen
embedded enmeshed
within motionless motif
of inner bliss
in the frame
of placating prudence
the art of living
manifests magnificently
the masterpiece.
The chromatic cords
of splendorous spring
embroider arcane art
on convivial tapestry
embellished elegance
dramatically drapes
the luminous landscape
of vibrant vivacity
as dream-drenched
blue lagoon
gets lashed
by idyllic eyelids
and
the lotus petals
of luscious lips
painted poignant
on silken canvas
of content countenance
the dulcet design
of narcissist facade
of innate pride
swathes furtively
the secret scars
of suppression syndrome
expunged.
The toiling time
revolves relentless
on convoluted canvas
etched with
fading felled leaves
of auburn autumn
in life consumed
while
the winter spider
weaves with strands
of twilight moments
the ordained web
with senile streaks
around hollow eyes
staring forsaken
at forlorn fringe
of weathered wasteland
as the lustrous lips
the fading flowers
lose withered
pristine patina
hedonist psyche
refuses to gauge
the grief of loss
the face morphs
into metaphor
for living panorama
captured by
the sanguine snapshot
of concealed charisma.
The whirlwind of time drifts my soul
from life rooted transient in the present
to the distant desolate nowhere
where I was once, but left forever.
That’s the fading past receding fast,
yet to be abandoned and obliterated.
Out of the shadow of perennial future,
creating the convivial flood of copious love,
time cascades to inundate
the lavish landscape of life sculpted
in my mind where dwells the desire of perpetuity,
the deathless dream, eternity.
The entrancing memory undying,
subsists in the restive recess of the past,
as my enticed bird soars
in the fleeting firmament of the present,
spreading the dreaming wings to embrace
the halcyon horizon of the future.
With the imperishable soul,
afloat in the sublime sea of timelessness,
wafted by the congenial longing wind,
I’m on the sanguine sail,
yearning to get from time's magnanimity,
the surreal gift, eternity.
Luminous lucent mind longingly mystique,
multi-facetted crystal clear piece of gorgeous gem,
shines sublimely with the transparent thoughts,
glistened by the soul-suffusing sensuous rays,
the innate emanation of efflorescent emotions.
Clear of the cluttering cloud of surreptitious self-qualm,
the diaphanous psyche resolute in the ordained orbit,
stays shining as the stars of clarity shaping the galaxy
by fervent sequins in the enlightened transmuted trajectory
out of the ambiguous depth of abysmal abyss.
The mesmeric meadow clear of confusion shadow,
glows in the transit of the fleeting moments,
latticed with the luster of lucid drops of diamond dew,
sparkling with the gorgeous glitter of pristine sunshine,
looks up to the seraphic sky of untarnished dawn.
The gleaming pearls of euphoria in the argentine night,
make the gossamer motif of stars in passion perception,
convey in convivial irradiance the acuity notion,
everything has a time to come and go,
like the ephemeral instants of effervescent ecstasy.
The night rain had shorn
my neighboring trees
standing so stalwart
in their convivial circle four.
The wistful dawning
be shining on skeletal shapes
Hung with but scarce few
yellowed-brown-sienna leaves
to drape their skinny heights.
For the force of Wind and Fall
had stripped
their grace of arms
quite bare.
Yet
within those skeletal swaying branches,
untouched
by rain or snow or wind,
Flows their elixir pure
but awaiting the hand of Spring
to fashion dress
with fresh new-green attire
my neighboring family four.
Would such certainty
had I
Seeing fallen
upon my treeless
ground of zero
pieces that once were me.
Only a ‘perhaps’ have I
that I and me
again might see
the comfort of a greening Spring,
Might feel anew
warmth eternal,
that in a winter moment
does seem
so spectral faint
to be.
The face of spring shines
On the convivial tapestry
Spread on luminous landscape
Of vibrant vivacity
With the dreaming blue lagoon of the eyes
And the petals of lotus of luscious lips
Painted on the silken canvas
Of charming countenance
Engraving the narcissist features of innate pride
With marks of suppression syndrome subdued.
The wheel of time turns
On the wrinkled canvas
The spider of winter in twilight hour
Weaves the web with endless senile lines
Hollow eyes gaze forlornly
At the weathered wasteland
The lips lose the patina of the wilted flower
Hedonist psyche refuses to gauge the grief of loss
The face morphs into metaphor for panorama
Captured by the snapshot of concealed charisma.
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April, 28, 2023
For A Brian Strand Standard No. 1212 Contest
The poetess of optimism, her poems flow buoyant
Portray the positive motif of life in turbulent times
Upholding the convivial sentiment of togetherness
Carolyn Devonshire departed glorifying eternal hope.
The poetess of inspiration, Connie Marcum Wong
Enthralled me with the beauty of nature she framed
Within the word format of solace and joy in poems
That still resonates in my heart although she is gone.
The poetess of brevity, her poems are of few words
With the finesse of a contemporary word artist
Her sensitivity to the travails of our trying times
Heidi Sands appreciably depicts in her poetry.
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December 28, 2022
Contest : Who Is Your Best PS Poet Or Poetess
Sponsored by : Sotto Poet
The wheel of time carries my soul away
from the life rooted in the present
to the distant desolate land
where I was once, but left forever,
that’s the fading past receding fast,
yet to be abandoned and obliterated.
Lying in the shadow of the perennial future,
creating the convivial flood of copious love,
that time carries on its cascade to inundate
the lavish landscape of life sculpted
in my mind where dwells the desire of perpetuity,
the deathless dream…immortality.
I like to see the entrancing memory undying,
subsist in the discarded recess of the past,
for the soaring bird of my love
flies in the sky of my present,
spreading the dreaming wings to embrace
the halcyon horizon of the future.
While I drift with the imperishable soul,
floating in the sublime sea of eternity,
and with the congenial wind of love,
blowing on the sanguine sail,
I yearn to get from the stalled time's magnanimity,
the surreal gift…immortality.
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December 21, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice No 55 Contest
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