Fear consumes – impoverishes the soul and spirit, erases love; leaving a blank slate behind for evil to emblazon its worthless hallmark. Some blood and pen can give one fame and imagined security – but not a drip of priceless love.
Sundown creeps,
across adorned amber,
sky whose welkin,
shades volte face,
as evening edges,
into cosmic chakra,
of visual feasts,
orange, pink, purple,
prelude which emblazon,
point of day exodus,
atrophied moon winking,
mystic morph of,
dwindling halo,
to homeward bound,
throngs thirsting,
for redress within,
winter jasmine enclave,
cabal, clique, cluster,
in shrunken retreat,
from dreary toil,
nudge from nightfall,
whose cryptic code,
a dark art patois,
exemplified by,
eastern screech owl,
whose stocky medium,
and varied volume,
that twilight tremolo,
purring incognito,
among other creatures,
wet soil genus,
brisk firefly flash,
in town backyards,
wing rubbing katydid,
tree top rasp,
or amid green bush,
chirpy cricket,
midget burrow dweller,
allow oneself to wallow awhile,
in evening habitat,
in all its allure
Mutant metronome’s
stygian riddle
inscrutable fixation
spuming
clustered clairvoyance
honing snoopy
quest querulous
quicquidlibet
tamper connived
sinewy stratagem
plimsoll plot
“sneaker” of
wily webfooted
nefarious nudge
at
tenebrific toll
maple smoke
screen screed
clandestine
cobwebs cohere
mohair marinated
muddle
subdued thespian
herringbone hoodwink
skewed camouflage
perused pearl
inveigling
skulduggery rife
underscored cadence
persuasive
percussive rattle
ubiquitous underbelly
prop to
dodgy dialogue
muted ritardando
silhouette streak
dangling magnet
mired in
gauche guesswork
subterfuge sciophobia
inkpot
amorphous machination
fiction wizards
emblazon
indices incipient
embryo empiricism
mouldering
cabinet coterie
spookish svengali
minatorial
repercussions
incurvate
sniffer dog
detective
poirrot’s prognosis
clouseau contingency
that
rivetting mystery
As the day ends, the sun bids its last adieu.
Spreading paint across the sky with ruddy hue.
An emblazon show of crimson, fierce and bright,
Melds into orange-yellow, a warm delight.
Then the hues fade to a pink and purple blend,
As the day's final performance nears its end.
The sky echoes reflection on lake and sea,
Sky as conductor, makes retrospection plea,
That hushes you and me, the birds, lands, wildlife.
To calm the mood, hush all the turmoil and strife.
To prepare the world for sleep and renewal,
To revive the spirit, recharge, refuel.
Cascading dreams
Over seas and oceans
Rampaging screams
Running over crustaceans
Surging waves unremitting
Hot winds escalating
Blue and clear waters converge
Stirred and bubbled with rage
Under the blue dingy skies
Teardrop of the weak cries
Raindrop falling with surprise
Drizzled hundreds of miles
Thunder and lightning aloft waters
Rumbled and sauntered like crawlers
Sunrise commenced the day with a smile
Sunset ended with a wile
A new sunrise seen in the horizon
A new hope emblazon
Another day to scoop and flourish
A new line of growth to nourish
I think we all love kisses, like flowers love the sun.
They can be meaningful, deep and scandalous or fun.
You might briefly, sneakily, steal a kiss,
you can blow a kiss or condone a kiss,
emblazon every girl or boy you know with a kiss,
postpone a kiss, or bemoan a kiss as hormones,
but you can’t keep a kiss or own a kiss,
because they’re never more than half your own kiss -
sadly, as we’ve all learned, you just can’t kiss alone.
Every kiss is a puzzle, an experiment requiring a team
you may not even understand a kiss, or exactly what it means.
As far as kisses go, I’ve only had a few. I blame that dam
pandemic, they certainly weren’t something I eschewed.
I wish I had specific tips for girls with quick, impulsive lips
which somehow never can resist a flirty, kissing apocalypse.
Your roommates will support you, with only a few quips
but you really can’t keep doing this, you’ve got to get a grip.
The lovers discover a forever summer,
warm memories emblazon their hearts;
A whiteout of snowflakes simply melts,
June’s robust rose is always in bloom;
Warn memories emblazon their hearts
initials on a boardwalk for others to find;
June’s robust rose is always in bloom,
timeless token of exclusive romance;
Initials on a boardwalk for others to find
a whiteout of snowflakes simply melts;
Timeless token of exclusive romance,
the lovers discover a forever summer.
Thinking of you I’m painting of love
Ascribing endearing brushstrokes
Ambivalent of my reach to inform
As I adumbrate upon soul’s canvas
Come build this portrait with me
Emblazon those empty spaces
Color them boldly as you please
Embolden contours of your wishes
And when your heartbeats speak
Indulge them in enamored feelings
Savoring love’s treasured meaning
As flame of passion ignites within
Clasp this wave beckoning now
Lift us, dear, to crest from trough
Glide merrily riding tides of awe
But paint us, my love~ as we are
April 1, 2022
Placed 1st: A Brian Strand Standard Contest
On horizons rim, color is in-between emblazon upon
the images stark deep as optic nerves crack
crooked is the hand, hard n deep red running, still rain
falling in disregard standing in the aftermath
still not understanding as I linger in-between
what is seen unknown and emblazon upon
the moment inscribed in my memory, my mind
in regards to the light, lingering, something drifting
in and out of sight, as the rain is still falling
in silent disregard as my flesh n bone, fail…
A figured shadow on stone
I wonder cold alone…
Pale
emblazon the biosphere
abstruse blue, shire green
shaken out of the shadows
fire opal, daystar yellow
every color under the sun
embodying the labyrinthine canvas
10/25/2021
BITE SIZE POEM no24
I do not like to see my face floating
At the foot of a ewer,
nor in drops of water, nor in the glassy eye
of a slaughtered goat.
I am beautiful, but water and cloudless gems
distort, they are torturers of disfigurement.
Since I saw my reflected beauty
I have been unable to mirror that perfection.
I have ardently endeavored
to emblazon the beacon of that first time,
when I, suffused in beams of crystalline air,
beheld my countenance clear
yet now I am caught, caulked, and diked
forever dogged by a stark magicking
from ever parading that delicate radiance,
that inaugural art of my gift,
my exquisite features.
Yet ever my mind’s eye returns
to that translucent and timeless time
that empyreal morn, so fine and fair
where I beheld what I thought was there
and believed upon it.
Emblazon pigment leaves in autumn
Sun's lull shadow playing possum.
Autumn rich hues of amber, anticipating
Slowly trembling, slowly falling,
Descending, creak and shudder,
Unhurried, yet empowering wonder
Soft murmuring waft then slow showers.
Monarchs flutter tasting flowers
Beautiful shade of autumn spice
In the sunlight once or twice.
Nature's palette of bright
Migrating birds in V flight
Towards the flaxen horizon there
In the crisp wind laid bare.
9/9/2020
Promises sweet promises of the melancholy
Swaying too and fro back and forth aboard a rocking chair
In tandem and in tune to the rhythm of the wind blowing through the chimes
From the front porch looking out above the greenest
hedge and white picket fence
Waiting for the warning bell on the gate to sound the alarm
Danger , Danger trespassers approaching
They have breached the last line of defense
No longer can it be known or said
That a man's home is his castle
When not only does he have to defend his home and borders against foreign forces but is also dogged by the enemy within
So gather all the shell's and stockpile all the powder the muskets can muster and cover them in ink
Border up the window's and emblazon them with the slogan in capital letters that leaves no ambiguity
We won't be taken alive
If all we value and our way of life is to be lost and pulled from underneath us
Better then to fight and die by the sword if it be proven to be mightier than the pen
Than to live enslaved under hate metered out by ignorance
and violence
A memory of yellow blooms lives in the heart;
A smile.
Creamy gold dawn hails a propitious start;
Dreamt awhile.
Late last night, the soon ember of today;
Stars twinkled.
Now sublime Mother Nature in exotic array;
And brooks tinkle.
All nature is guided by divine wisdom unseen,
Which is why the lorikeet's home is ever green,
And the moon at primetime evokes such thrills,
And the evening shadows bring whippoorwills!
God sagely keeps track of every human desire,
And keeps the bluejay in the woodland choir,
And makes cobalt skies glow, and warm winds blow,
And pink daisies to emblazon the entire meadow.
It's small wonder nature's so gay under the sun,
And crickets chirp their joy when day is done!
Your birth was a most beautiful day
Chosen to arrive at winters end
Burst upon my world without delay
This love of mine a gift you can spend
A beauteous day each year I say
To emblazon joy I comprehend
Help you bloom into a fine bouquet
Upon my heart your life does transcend
Your stars entwined with my jubilance
written: 9-28-2019
Queen Of Day 9 x 9 Poetry Contest
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