Dear, sweet friend you know a fair-lit day
For that, florid
Out Earth; grass-set.
I, one lovelier! Still daisied
But picked, placed so:
"Your coronet".
The pool unfolds like a satin strip,
a tapestry of turquoise stillness.
Sunlight stuck on its facade,
a glass sheet spread to shatter.
A maroon reflective house
shadowed by two leaning palms,
their hushed fronds, the indolent onlookers,
impersonate the silent sky.
A violent bloom of serrated purity
in the stretch of sapphire serenity,
stillness splintered by the frenetic spout.
The splash, the chaotic vista,
a coronet of fluid wonder,
epitomizes the geometry of fading disarray,
interlacing the memories of elation,
rolling over the painted silence.
Inspired by A Bigger Splash by David Hockney (1967)
Written as a tribute to the departed painter.
Line of inquiry:
“death approaches but we have no regret ~
when God questions us, we will stand erect."
Though ailing on my deathbed, someday I will be
no claim to fame and glory will I seek for me.
No title of greatness nor prize of stardom won
for nothing truly remarkable in life have I done.
I shall not whimper if death hovers, nor shed a tear.
It is not my lack humility or a merciless God I fear.
Aware of my faults; He knows I've things to regret
No angelic halo circles my head, nor divine coronet.
If near death, I should feel His presence in command,
I'd prostrate myself before Him, for I dare not stand.
Down on my knees in praise, is where I'd belong
I'm but a grain of sand, a human who's done wrong.
No questions does God need ask. He knows my heart.
Faith in Him is my bulwark, my haven, my rampart.
I am not a worthy soul to look upon my Creator's face,
On the verge of death, I'll rely on His mercy and grace.
Fluffy tailed rodents chasing rings around trees
Cool air, bringing a realism with harsh new breeze
Leaves redressed in yellows, oranges, golds and reds.
Nothing but brown ugly things in my flower beds.
Autumn is here, tooting her coronet about winter.
The wood on the porch is rotten, the edge has splintered.
Jackets and sweaters are searched for, I discover my old blue.
Mittens are almost never a match, you find one, but not two.
Fall is a reminder that the world is tensing up for snow.
Frost and sleet, ice on the roads, hope you do not have far to go.
I scrunch down in my chair surrounded by fluffy fleece.
Eating warm foods like potatoes with gravy made with grease.
Faith’s coronet trumpets my quest every day
searching the skies and the soul for a way
through ubiquitous mire, muck and mud
dodging arrows, bullets drones and Scuds
Persistence is its own reward, they say
though I can’t cook it, drive it, or put it to bed
Money is better than conversation
all those words that didn’t need to be said
Fools buy the glitter, wise men the gold
the world doesn’t stop ‘cos I’ve gotten old
More and more news and useless inventions
from folks with mostly good intentions…
Another generation now come and gone
failing once more to right all the wrongs
of a world that barely blinked at their presence
whose winds wailed, then whispered ‘evanescence’
Crabs
Small feet pounding the pebbled path,
Desperate to escape
From imminent danger.
Eight legs and two claws
Advance in their thousands
Upon their prey; the child.
Refuge is sought in an adult's arms,
High up and away from
The frightful crustacean march.
Roman
Crimson red and blinding gold
Balanced upon ber small head.
Blonde hair cascades from beneath
In trestles of tight curls.
She leads her troops around ancient streets,
With a smile as bright as the rays
Of the almighty Sol's coronet.
Her lips uttered words of old
That soon resigned to memory.
Hong Kong
The humidity of warm daytime
Gives way to icy harbor air of nighttime.
Man-made neon dances on the water's surface
While natural moonlight seems to target her,
Illuminates her.
Tsim Sha Tsui's streets are hectic,
But its back alleys provide shelter,
And shaved ice with its sweet, milky taste,
Melts on her tired tongue.
It was time for day to bid adieu to the setting sun,
when tangerine hues blend with those of pale pink.
Not to miss the titian glow, I was afraid to blink,
now that the ebbing of twilight had finally begun.
Slowly, it descended below the horizon's edge,
a sanguine orb drowning in a cobalt blue sea.
Sunset is such an enchanting pleasure for me,
as sunlight disappears behind the cliff's ledge.
During the begetting of night, my mind was at play
with thoughts of writing of a moment I won’t forget
and of the crowning halo of light of the sun's coronet.
The one it offers to the moon at the end of each day.
Cascades of pastel colors stretched across the skies.
My shadow grew longer as the sun bid me 'farewell.'
I watched a last flicker of light dip in an ocean swell.
A radiant canvas loomed before my awestruck eyes.
The grand finale' of this prismatic pageantry, I lauded,
as this lustrous sunset slowly slipped away from me,
waved goodbye and sank into the depths of the sea.
Another sunset made its exit. I stood and applauded.
Running from
the voice of my conscience …
who’s deceiving who
Guilt ridden fear
embedded too dear
one and one still two
Trying to change
what’s inherent
my thoughts both twist and bend
With words falling deaf
death’s coronet
—judgment reprehends
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
*Image of Lewis Milton Hankins
aloha my friend
a bevy of doves
laurels wrestle a whirlwind
fair plumes coronet
~"The Last Token"~03/22/21
weasels and foxes
snow tracks charging the blizzard
freshness soothes the wit
~"On Bullying"~12/08/22
sun setting a scene
evening stages curtain calls
a hall full of stars
~"Forever in My Heart"~09/03/22
*Narrowing the involvement of his generous enlightenment, even as much as spotlighting these chosen few, I rested upon his constant hope, that 'Their Heart Are Truly Forever'~~Aloha, Milt & Deb, my friends...
2023 January 03
*1st Place*
In Honor of Milt - An Un-contest
~~Andrea Dietrich: Judged 2023 January 16
*HMS.
Abreast in tank top
Seeds deflower battle myths
Red lace lingerie
Under shadow of turret
Flowing combat above doubt
Garland of poppies
Sword unsheathed for wild conquest
Guns orange roses
Heavy metal for comfort
White flag intimate cover
Make love and not war
Coronet for a bouquet
Tiara of peace
Sweet surrender in motion
Wreaths for a renegade cause
18th February 2020
Contest Let the Pens Flow Tanka Poetry
Sponsored by Jenish Somadas
Syllables checked howmanysyllable.com
Traditionally a tanka does not have a title, but I have to give one to submit the
poem. I hope that Exposure enhances more than it may distract.
Saša Milivojev - EYES
In the eyes it is seen
Innocence to tuck you in
To bind you with wire
By peeling off the scales, to consume the soul
To make a coronet of straws
For the eyes that nail the words
Like stakes
To the heart’s silk membrane
The eyes’ shine tells
How lonely they are
How dreamy they are
For a touch
A fleeting touch
Saša Milivojev
www.sasamilivojev.com
A 68 Coronet
in canary yellow
white vinyl top
440 mag inside
a four pack on top
an auto shift
60 in 10
in black smoke
room for five
and all their bags
12 to the mile
but 32 cents
so long ago
lost in time
once it was
in my youth
Gently they fell all the ebony night,
Sparkling in the heavenly starlight;
A rare treasure from such great height,
And shining far beyond the limelight!
For diamonds fell from last eve's sunset,
As nightbirds began the love duet;
When angels descended, passion coronet!
Such a joyful rain, that was not wet!
They lay glistening on green grass,
Awaiting the wonder of any who'd pass,
And night blooms clustered all en masse,
On the sun's outskirts, where dreams mass.
Fever and chills from the fire and ice,
Excite those who've paid love's price;
Angels precious, valued and nice,
Sent in this miracle from paradise!
Holy night, from twilight's advent,
And filled with each wafting scent,
Such riches surely heaven's fragment,
Nature's exclamation and God's comment!
While doing some exploring I found in a cave a
Magic carpet.
He only gets to fly through the sky
After sunset
That way no one will see his silhouette.
He glides through the rain to clean and beautify.
While doing some exploring I found in a cave a
Magic carpet.
Please, I need your help to deliver this magic
Amulet
To a princess who lives on a mountain where
The clouds circle It's that high.
We'll leave after sunset.
The princess has to have this before she can
Get her coronet.
It's a long story so I'll tell you as we fly.
While doing some exploring I found in a cave a
Magic carpet
Don't fret.
What could go awry?
We left after sunset.
Now we get
To have revenge on this really bad wizard guy.
While doing some exploring I found in a cave a
Magic carpet
Who couldn't go out except after sunset.
HORSES
Knight of a famous land wanted a best horse for warfare
To buy, along with loyal consul, he landed in horse-fair
Many were on display, but one superior struck his sight
Bay coat, brown muzzle, coronet, fetlock in legs white
Measured from the withers , stood robust long and wide
Gaskin, Stifle, hock in hind legs strong for an enduring ride
Masculine back and powerhouse profound in the croup
This equine for sure would stand elegant in the troop
Perfect shock absorbing frog placed beneath the hoof
Poll on head positioned right to flex the bit sans any goof
Bouncy forelock ,mane and tail swayed with its gallop and gait
Finding place in Knight’s finest stable, its prestige did elevate
Love was in the air when its eyes located a lovely white mare
Mare was quick to catch the love cues from this special horse there!!
20th October 2016
For contest-Horses by Shadow Hamilton
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