Oh, how I love staring up at the ethereal radiance of the moon,
resting against the endless onyx-black sky.
Her magical and mystical pearlescent glow is cast upon me,
I am delivered from my darkness—
I am shielded from my shadows.
The moon‘s celestial veil captivates me,
enticing me with her enchanting aura;
Her enigmatic beauty and powerful magnetism mesmerizes me.
When she is in her full-phase, so large and luminous, she appears nearby,
as if there is only a short distance keeping her and I apart.
Oh, how I wish it was possible to journey to the moon,
and walk lingeringly among the cratered rocky debris and gray powdery dust.
I would cherish the utter silence and serenity of space around me,
while forgetting all the desolation and ruination of the world I had left behind.
My last farthing I did bequeath thee
The Queendom was fresh, ‘twas 1953
You put the coin to use, planting a tree
The frail sapling grew roots deep, leaves green
Fruit decorated the branches, an elysian dream
Then pests invaded, with goggles and sprays
Two-legged devastation machines
Upending the dream
~ Arsenic-laced green
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subdued in azure ‘ \(;;
seduced lino eloquence ~
pure Sino splendor (;;
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Inspired by
Guó Huà the flower watercolor paintings
Lino-flower prints
("Fly Agaric", 2011, original oil)
’Tis almost the season to be jolly
Just around the corner
And before the snow falls
Before you know it
It’s time to gather the Yule logs
To help burn out the old
To bring in the new.
But what is this we see
Nestled in amongst the fallen needles
All brightly swollen, red and spotted white?
It is generous old St. Nick
In his dormant slumber
Waiting for the elves and reindeer
To wake him anew
For that one special night
When he slips the veil of consciousness
Up in smoke
Through the yurttle portal
And is everyone, everywhere.
At least everyone with the heart of Christ.
And so it goes across time and space.
Here in these immortal fields
Of grass and flowers or snow and ice
The fairies dance and children dream,
Cookies and milk
Set out in offering
For the one called fly agaric
All clothed in red and white,
A heart so pure
With New Year light.
(10/23/25)
Now you must have God’s insurance
So no more illnesses and pain
You are my everyday occurrence
You live in the Elysian plain
I dream you standing by the door
Although I’m blinded by the sun
The sunny zigzags on the floor
Form the same patterns outrun
That special day may come if only
We stop to think about it
Too often, as it goes with lonely
But we don’t walk the lonely street
You’ll see me coming through the glow
We didn’t have much time to waste
Some other time we spent before
In all our evenings, yesterdays
Despite that we have left the planet
Our efforts have not died in vain
We did our best, as if we planned it
See you, my love, we’ll meet again.
Nocturnal dreams of midnight fantasies
neon flowers alongside scented lily pads
Rippling clouds, crossings on the moon
magnetic fields of bluing yes I see
Angels flying, flitting, round the globe
calling over stars to light the path
Magistrates of heaven glorious chants
soft and mellow pastel like the sea
Beatific vocals soft as voices of the earth
enigmatic secrets of a society un-known
Cooing doves fragrances of evening musk,
Divine Beings attired in Elysian clothes like Deity.
Written: June 16, 2023
Bite Size No 66 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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The moon's hidden serenade is Elysian divine,
The world glows in its ambrosian silver shine
It whispers arcane known solely to the night
A charming melody, an utter amorist delight,
Harmony and heirloom are ariose and enhance,
A kaleidoscope of pink and gray buds advance.
A single drop of water might be a source of solace.
Since what is unseen is destroyed, allow me to stay.
A magnificent ecstasy fantasy, a dreamlike palace
Dreary midwinter is no match for Elysium malice!
Hiding from prying eyes, a visit under a gloomy sky
A single drop of water might be a source of solace.
With mind two-way mirror, despite how lawless,
Souls glance at each other; let me for a while sway.
A magnificent ecstasy fantasy, a dreamlike palace
We're falling into the abyss, surrounded by darkness.
Yield to the crowds swirling cognitive waters bay.
A single drop of water might be a source of solace.
Come level my solace, lines contain no rare promise
Lazing in wilderness fields, Elysian meadows fly.
A magnificent ecstasy fantasy, a dreamlike palace
Receiving prizes while lying on the desolate display.
Refilling, ripping, and sowing occur after we pray.
A magnificent ecstasy fantasy, a dreamlike palace
A single drop of water might be a source of solace.
Written: February 07, 2023
Within a lush verdant meadow, meanders a lazy river
Where wildflowers bloom beneath the warm breath of the sun
They sway upon a gypsy wind on this early morning in June
Stems of purple heather rise above the carpeted earth,
Emerald green as any Irish hillside or garden near the shore
Their saccharine scented plumes attract the pollen seekers
Bursts of color can be seen in shades of scarlet and white
For growing on the river's bank is a plethora of anemone
Not the variety that resides in the depths of a sea
Yellow iris mingle with daisies in this alfresco arboretum
Untouched by the hand of man, it's an immaculate bouquet
Resplendent in perfumed glory and pristine perfection
There's the mellifluous sound of a cascading waterfall
singing a soft melody as it spills from crevices of granite rock
Nourishing the serpentine river flowing through the glade
This haven appears as an Elysian Field, as Eden must have been
A sanctuary to remain inviolate and reverenced by the gods
Perceived to be hallowed ground, too sublime for mortal man
September 29, 2021
Your Best Sijo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
Lifer
(For CSM Richard Webb)
David J Walker
He was a soldier
Who knew he beat the odds
Yet answering to the
gods of the Elysian Field
One day he would yield
His dog-tags and
Turn in his guns
And lay down to rest with
The rest of his brothers in arms
where Heaven --
forest creatures blush --
kisses Earth
You could have stayed here
and lived with the Diaspora's fear
that protecting Jews may prove an illusion
You came to your own conclusion
To move to a land that Jews themselves defend
Where not in vain is uttered, 'Never Again!'
We're so proud of you, son, and your decision
To reach for dreams of Fields Elysian
She ventured limitless miles,
creating for herself, beaucoup
lifestyles.
She cannot be locked in a
sumptuous home, nor in your
selfish heart.
It's simply not her way!
But you can find her dancing
with daisies with no shoes or
socks.
Totally free, for she will never
follow you down any dock.
Beware,as she will intoxicate
you with her Spumante-like
mahogany eyes.
With invitations to come and
play!
Always with a sensuous surprise!
Forever blowing kaleidoscopic
bubbles in your direction.
Thus, enticing you to taste of her
angelic total freedom..
Life's delight and indeed, its total
and sweetest confection.
August 8, 2019
8pm PST
The Elysian
Of a dawning in a brilliant twilight hoverance,
Skipping along an unmarked trail so unexpectedly,
Dared naught say out mumbled words offered without pure malice,
None receptive to my thoughts for a soulless oddity.
2019 May 10
*2nd Place*
Arbitrium Divisa
~~Gregory R Barden
ELYSIAN
Glittering like d sun,
Sight blue like d moon,
Enamels pure as diamond,
Smile resembling snow.
Filled with aura of confidence,
Soo quixotic as u are,
With ochres adorning ur soul,
Oregano blows 2ru ur paths.
Soft hearted,
But strong in spirit,
Never to quit and always challenging,
Hopin 2 get evry desire.
Stylish in fashion,
Always moving with trend,
Blazing d commentaries,
With tenderly look.
You are
Truly
Phosphorescent.
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