glitter
ornamental, scintillent
glistening, embellishing, exciting
disco ball, costume, paint, beige
calming, quieting, blending
mature, understated
matte
Upon the gossamer
and zephyr’s swell,
A chrysalis yields
forth its iridescent
grace,
Transcending the
somatic, earthly shell,
To map the ether’s
labyrinthine space.
With membranous
and variegated flight,
It navigates the floral,
sweet parterre,
A momentary splash
of liquid light,
Embellishing the
high, quiescent air.
Through short, ephemeral
and fleeting days,
This lepidopteran beauty
drifts alone,
A kaleidoscope of shifting
brilliant rays,
To human eyes a miracle
unknown.
Then twilight folds its
fragile, painted wing,
A silent, brief, and iridescent
thing.
If I’d ever see anything more poetic.
I peak here, I think to myself,
my stride hastening unconsciously
as my eyes follow the path of the page,
as if I could make out the scripture,
knowing good and well Sunday school
was the only school I wasn’t the top of my class.
I thought it followed me
all the way to the crêpe shop—
come to find out
there are more than one.
The sky rains Bible pages down on me,
no longer do I have to focus to see
John,
Matthew,
hell even Ruth’s here.
The absurdity of the situation
would make you believe I’m embellishing.
i’m not.
It’s just a sign I refuse to acknowledge
And as a poet,
I'm inclined to write.
balloon witch matched her outfit with her balloons from her shelf
She would turn in the mirror this way and that, embellishing herself
If she wore purple and pink, her balloons might be those colors and white
She went nowhere without her balloons, they were her signature all right
If you did not see the balloons, you would not see the balloon witch
Matching was everything to her, she went nowhere without this little glitch
But what is she does not have the right colors? Someone asked me.
She has a magic cauldron that spits gowns and coats out totally free.
Sun rays playing light and shadow
embellishing wide wonderful rose meadow.
Its charismatic charm-
One can ignore seldom !
marvels my passion,
swaying emotion !
Alluring ! Amazing !
Mesmerising ! Gaily gazing !
I am watching abloom roses in row.
Fantastic kaleidoscopic show .
Floating in fragrance and beauty !
Me swimming in divine purity
Romantic aroma to influence -
My dreamy desires rippling in redolence.
I was lying there pool of ashes, amidst ruins a faded glory
In the dark, outside the hustle and bustle , in seclusion
many many years.
Many storms did pass through testing me in the elapsing summer time
The wind chill , shivering cold a strong grip, haunted me days and nights
Yet again, a deadly lonesome , alone with the mundane, alone with gone days
An ashes of burned violin , left alone into an utter silence
I was undone, untreated, left alone with the progressing day
amidst an outcry, yet an indifference lingered on.
In the audacity of the unruly, no one was a reverie
out from nowhere, the awakened eve arose a croon
a weaving mesh of the cosmic creation. Even though I had the shade of the lamenting
A farewell with the tragedy of the departing of nothingness, no one.
Miles to go for a voyage, the trumpet enclosing toward an end
A sunrise, why the embellishing epiphany whence promising for the darkest night?
A river lays still on a hush
Of edges mild in deepened blue;
Until her trail unfurls a change
As if to wake from rare debut.
Beneath the stars first dazzling rays
Old marbles glaze on hillsides green--
To roll like jewels down the coast
Embellishing her womb, serene.
Dazed by the fluidity of
This radiant bob...this duskfall thrill
Mutes my whispers as seashells play,
Requesting for a tide's refill.
River of dreams , linger a while
Where my bare heels might softly tread,
On waterdance and air-tossed quays
To where this heart is blithely led.
River Of Dreams by Matt Bianco 1999
Singer Billy Joel used the same title, a different song altogether
@Bappa Mazumder
Gazing early dawn, to be blooming soon
Gazing early dawn, to be blooming soon
Night is still young, unending
Weather, the morning forecast predicted a rain, ensuing
And then, this will stop me from seeing you, a refrain
The city and the outskirt
A lot sits in between, in hindrance
And the present tense and
the erotic boy zone
wondering through Facebook, whats app for
a lover boon, millimeters to million, thriving.
I am a heritage queue, an odd audacity
I saw time, bygone, as t'was forthcoming
in a closed 'laptop'
I and my fanciful clouded entropy,
the flower vase embellishing the dawn
you and a warmth, adore
one step closer to the brim, ashore!
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Half past Summer, two months till Fall
A Monet image, relishing!
Brisk sienna steppingstones sprawl
Half past Summer, two months till Fall
Whiffs of earthy cinnabar loll
Gold aspens strewn embellishing
Half past Summer, two months till Fall
A Monet image, relishing!
I turned to look back, feeling anxious as I stood
"by the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find."
Was there someone there watching me?
The gate creaked shut, echoing the taint of guilt
That I hoped no one heard.
Earlier I came through this gate to meet you in the woods.
It was rusty, stuck shut, and needed a heavy shove to open.
It reeked a somber reluctant groan, trying to stop me.
But, I would have nothing of its rattle, grind and snag.
I pushed it aside, and walked into the woods along the winding path.
The gate hung its head, trying not to see what it knew I'd do.
It looked up and sighed and rusty hinges creaked,
as the victim died and cried out, ambushed in the woods.
I turned back to retrace my steps, afraid of being watched.
I could feel it in my bones, though nothing was there to see.
As I approached the open gate it seemed that it had moved
every so slightly, impeding my escape through it.
It groaned, rattled, creaked with a clang of defiance
embellishing a subtle vibrato in the concordance of guilt.
The deed was done, the dirge was sung, the gate sprung, shut.
from the edge of the creative cosmos
her star lands on her lap with billion candles
their tantalizing twinkle ripple
in the rhythmic rapture of the dance of angels
in sync with the symphony of her heart
she protects from the worldly winds
the shining stellar sequins
elegantly embellishing the ethereal robe
called the motherly love she wears
in place of the feathered wings of angels
in the emotive detachment encapsulated
within the cauldron of isolated melody
self-doubting symphony gets dismantled
in the discord waves of her shifting identity
strained senses perceive the split scenario of life
as sentiments turn into convoluted feelings
sculpted silently by the divided soul
conversion creates the deluding entity
an alien in its own renovated realm
completing the illusive paradigm of duality
This is an edited version of a much more lengthy poem that I had written some time ago, in order to transform
the words into a song, I hope you enjoy. Thank you!
A million crystals made by God
Now float in space like finest lace
In perfection - never flawed
Then fall to earth with cold embrace
Where moonlight dances brilliantly.
Adding to the night's mystique
Upon your solemn face it falls
Then landing on your blushing cheek
Reflecting back, prismatic light
Like nature's crystal chandelier
Embellishing this winter’s night
And melting there just like a tear
There’s no place, I’d rather be
Then watching snowy flakes descend
Adding beauty to the night
Appearing like, it'll never end
Oh, my love, I think that you
Are like a crystal from on high
Riding that eternal wind
Until it’s time to say Good Bye
“She is mercurial
Not flighty, but open
Rarely frivolous, but agile
A delightful chameleon, a risk-taker
She inspires others”
“Hey!” Said my cousin Beatrice
As she read these words over my shoulder.
“That sounds more like you than me!”
I was embellishing her bio on a dating website
Knowing it was more me than her
But eager to get her a match
Hoping I could stop supporting her
If she found a man
.
ooooh
one poet will tell ya
'thuh water iz
cold
another
thuh flowerz are
prettiest pink
i'm hear tuh tell
y'all
her toez are taut
unto
hern butt's
crease
and her sister'z
unto
hern wink
September performing an entire unfettered rhapsody
Getting nature in the mood for surrounding present life.
Waltzing end of summer to crisp morn inspiring fall.
Heaven spills chill warmth embellishing anxious scarlet,
Brown, umber hue leaves on forbearance nature's vast numbers
Of their brethren that touch the coolness of the cozy ground.
Graceful wisp movement around the angel's tears, daffodils
Flickering fragile butterflies with beauty and grace approach
Pleasing, sweet, alluring, amber-honey as light disappears.
Breeze essence romances with fragrance, harmony, and rhythm
Poetic perfection beneath crescendo-colored shadows and sighs
Deeply pulling in the Autumn’s cadence pulse of heaven orange skies.
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