Just another Colorful Day
As the radiant sun emerges beyond a faded
black shroud
The horizon turns quiescent then emanated
ultra bright yellow.
A flock of birds effortlessly maneuver below
a speeding silver cloud
Settled on a branch with white wings folded
eyeing a lush green meadow.
"Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours- waiting for rebirth."
Quote by - Constance La France
Oh, the beauty of every bloom
that scents the air with its perfume
when year by year it sweetly comes around
to poke out of the ground.
For every blossoming fruit tree
and shrub that in the spring I see
unfolding petals bright with pretty hues,
how they inspire my muse.
Swiftly disappears the flora;
I’m left longing for their aura
they so wonderfully emanated.
To decay they’re fated.
I wonder if they truly die
beneath snow or soil. Do they cry,
recalling sun’s warmth on their petaled face
in their season of grace?
If living still, do they feel glum
or do they wait for what’s to come,
eager to burst forth and greet the sun’s glow?
I would like to think so.
The antique mechanism
of the old clock had stopped.
The winding should have been
enough -- and yet, though the
pendulum swung back in forth
in perfect rhythm, no comforting
clicks emanated, as was usual,
the reassuring pulse of a consistent
heartbeat, regulator of a healthy
household.
The big hand had paused, 2 minutes
of. I thought, was this an angel, come
to my aid, or a devil, seething more
terror, personifying the foul deed
about to fully unfold? She would be
here, at nine. No doubt, her obsession
with punctuality. 2 minutes till, the
fiend had bound me to a chair. Assembled
the deadly charge, painstakingly attached to the
clock. Gagged as well I had no way of warning her.
2 minutes till...no, 1:58, 1:57, the clock's
now deadly hand had begun to again
advance. I heard her key in the door.
One minute to detonation. The door squeaked
on neglected hinges. "Cut! All right, 10 minute
break" the directed informed us, after shooting
for 4 hours non-stop.
Echoes of The Silent Shore .. Beloved..
Nay a word was said between them
On that sandy and sun bleached beach
But the bodies sought each other out
Moving in rhythm and perfect harmony
Deep groans emanated from the two
As a steamy climax engulfed in a tie
From deep within with acute tremor’s
Came after shocks with flushed looks
Coming beady drops of sweat peaking
Their nude bodies in the sun glittering
#Musing_Of_Rimi_Code254
“Look deep into nature and you’ll understand everything better.”
Albert Einstein
I stood on the sloped path near the waterfall.
Mesmerised by the sound of falling water.
All around grew green-leafed ferns,
While tall poplars and redwoods provided
Ample shade that covered the running stream.
Tall purple pickerel plants, scarlet cardinal plants,
Everything contributed to a sublime, picturesque sight.
A symphony of sounds emanated completely around.
Frogs croaked in great abundance, jumping in and out,
Of the clear stream where fish swam toward the sea.
And all around, busy bees fluttered over exotic flowers,
Where nectar provided them with such sweet nourishment.
Placed 1
They say Home is where the heart is
But my heart lays with you
Forever as if it always knew
That the cure to my illness was to stay around
Forcing me to understand just how
So I sit and think of what we are now
We used to be everything and nothing
All in one
But now your name doesn’t pop up when I hear my phone ring
And I can’t help but wonder
What if I didn’t run
What if I stayed where I was lying in the sun
The what ifs hurt more then knives on skin
When I think of you I think of when
The past in which we were
Crumpled into a timelapsed blur
The pitch of your voice soothed my soul
All I see is from me which you stole
Laughter once emanated from my body deep
Now shallow coughs are all I reep
Smiles danced across my face
Now I can’t seem to find their trace
Of who I was so long ago
But I want you to know
That once you were my home sweet home
The love that once found you down to my bone
Seems to have run cold
Turned to hatred I fear
For I never want you near
So they say home is where the heart is
But my heart has been gone for awhile
Killed by all the hurt it has compiled
How could our god given rights
be taken away by man,
when he never had
any power to do such act.
Involuntary actions goes
against moral laws,
which nobody can escape
it's wrath.
All executive orders that have been
emanated by the president, it
contravenes against moral laws
and our free-will.
These orders are intentionally,
to strip us away from our rights,
which was given to us by God.
Executive orders 10990, 10995,
10997, 11000, 11001, 11003,
11004, 11005, 11049, 11051,
11310, and 11921
gives an unprecedented
level of power to the President
and the federal government
to take over all
fundamental parts of our
economy,
health,
transportation,
air craft,
farming,
electrical power,
fuel,
highways,
education,
mineral,
petroleum,
and so forth on.
This is what established the government
and put itself above the law.
The democracy
became a communist,
socialist, capitalist, and
fascist deliberately.
Each executive order brings
ramifications and effect
to our nation and us,
due to our own ignorance.
We must become unified
as a whole and destroy the
enemies before they
destroy it allies.
Naked David is extremely sexy:
oh, how magnificent is his young body!
Was he sculptured to shun shame and deceit?
Should he be dressed accordingly to meet
a certain social code of decency?
Naked David broadly appeals with his attractive traits:
chest, arms, face, glance and mighty warrior legs;
he was chiseled out from a very cold and massive piece
of marble: no soul touched it as if it had a disease!
David's vibrant youth is ever eternal, unlikely ours!
Naked David is the reflection of that innocent age,
his endearing look increases his imposing appearance;
is it embarrassment or a denial of sexuality?
Michelangelo was marveled at its grandiosity:
he created a stunning statue that emanated elegance!
Naked David ignores looks of lurid disgust,
many would cover him up, not only to repel dust;
would he project his angelic beauty to admirers,
and to us who shouldn't be ashamed of our bodies...
that need clothes to hide that specific private part?
That is the path I've chosen,
covered with soft blades of grass
hedged with variegated hostas,
and moonlight filtering
through hanging willow trees.
The winding path tilts slightly uphill,
towards a wooden pergola
that glimmers in the darkness,
a temple built in paradise
for my lovely Marguerite.
I have planned my life's purpose,
I know so clearly the urge to live,
my priceless gift from Cupid
cleansing the humdrum of this life.
The nightingale enlivens the silence,
full moon oozes limpid serenity,
the glow worms twinkle lovingly
like a myriad of faraway stars.
A lonely breeze caresses my face
but cannot quench the thirst
nor quell the boiling of my blood
nor the hunger I feel for her.
I gaze upon her lovely face
Chiaroscuro in the moonbeams
A painting mightier than any Madonna
that emanated from Fra Filippo Lippi
Or an intimate impression by Renoir.
Yet like these famous portraits of old
Our love forever will survive.
There is a mending of the elements in an awakening process which removes a curtain of darkness.
Now is the time to recognize the power of the slumbering giant within and eliminate any starkness.
As we are living, breathing sentient entities, as is mother earth from which these bodies have risen.
Earth has been afflicted with obsessive control, malice, coercive greed, envy, false ego, and man-made viruses resulting in an invisible prison.
The earth and all the fullness thereof have emanated from one place, one source.
As a drop of water from the endless fathoms of boundless oceans, we all have the same properties as this limitless benevolent force.
This place, this creation, this hologram, or matrix is a school in which to learn and grow, to remember our God-given heritage, and aspire to elevate.
No need to listen to lies and gas lighters, nor linger with na Sayers, for the truth is in you, and that in itself, makes you truly and ultimately great.
Everence, most evenness scenes ever.
The cremated remains last.
Can I return it for a difference?
Zealous, jealous, and conscientious,
emanated outward, giggles and grins.
Can I re-petite ****?
There is a forgotten cabin
that stands by the sea,
Old and dilapidating,
Its former years I still remember,
Happiness dwelt within its walls,
Joyful tunes emanated from its enclosure,
A summer home,
A vacation abode,
Its walls glittered under the sun’s rays,
Abandoned and deserted,
It stands alone and grey,
No more pleasure to them,
They had gone and never came back,
It stands in a forlorn hope.
May 11, 2022.
The light that emitted
Your look...
the sweet of salt
of your kiss...
The pleasure I felt
in your sea body...
the life that expressed
your soul...
the life you emanated
for me...
the love you served
time without ceasing...
.. the love you gave me
continually..
the love that was supposed to be
without final...
I remember now
of all that I lack,
now that i feel so
distant of you.. !
rain whispers …pitter patter, pitter patter,
Bougainvillea sways … with lemon-scented breeze…
wind rustles tinkling cadence of love…
a panorama of pearlescent clouds glides by …carrying dreams from yonder hills
drip drop rain…swish me to an enchanting wonderland..
where a meandering river hums a perfect lullaby
I want to whisper to you..a melody emanated from rhapsody of mellifluous birds
in exuberance of their happiness
can’t hold their joy, want to share with the world,
a message … murmuring, muttering in a doting hushed voice ,
….we found each other... at last …..
July 14, 2021
For " Whispers" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
among green foliage and slender twigs, perched a graceful mellifluous Nightingale.
Chickadees, Robins, Orioles stopped their synchronised cadence of rhythmic tweets, in anticipation..
a tranquil silence fell in the forest, a quiet trance around...
tall majestic trees stopped swaying their aspiring branches,
plants and shrubs and bushes softly emanated saffron scent,
rustling fragrant breeze whispered lilac mystery,
chartreuse clouds stooped and gently touched the treetops,
tangerine twilight moon flickered ribbons of love,
ravishing flowers opened their petite petals blazing red blush in awe!
Nightingale sang the most melodious song, sprinkling amber passion,
It sang a symphony pouring its heart, weaving
the story of eternal love and loss,
mesmerizing the audience with lavender dreams and hopes
a dazed forest stood still ...
All hushed !
Written May 6, 2021
POTW May 9, 2021
All Yours - June 22, 2021 -Brian Strand
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