Autumn’s breath playfully teases
and does what it pleases
to her already mussed-up hair
as she swears it isn’t fair
to go to the dance
looking for romance
while the beauty queen
enters the scene
getting all the wow
posing for photos under the bough.
Little Ricky grew up quite nice
and all the girls would like to entice
him to perhaps grab a kiss
like some wanton miss
forgetting her manners,
becoming a seducing enchanter~
Autumn’s breath like fine wine
teases young lovers to entwine~
Now her daddy is planning
a shotgun wedding.
The rose, Nature’s fragrant
Enchanter – inspiration of poets
Our preference for themes of romantic
Banter
Embracing her velvety flutes and
And silky arm swirls
Genuflecting servingly at her sacred
Scented altar
Is there more to be said of such
Endearing essence that has not
Already been amorously written
And gushingly read?
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Perhaps highlight further
Her blood-like red -- rebleed years
Of greenless stems and deeply
Penetrating barbed thorns?
Or simply allow her to be
A manifest less complex rarity
Never linking her heavily to our own
Vein letting excesses and soul shredding
dooms
Affirm royally the Rose’s purpose, above all else
Simply to reside as another of Mother's perfect garden
Blooms --
.
enchanter thick
unafraid
plaits 'to pluperfection
withal
mirrorz manacle'd
enlist'd
hern frenetic thicks
touch'd
long, the shadows with morning dew
herringbone clouds like gossamer lace
airbrushed above on the blazing blue
blooming as morn on your angel face
sunrise enchanter with skin, unleaven
tenderly daubed with a kiss ... of heaven.
November 7, 2025
For the “Bite Size Contest Number 127” Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor
The spiritous sky rests in veils of light,
A mystery to show great courtesy.
In his heart, he's faithfully a Star's Knight,
Rooted in green, he lives life earnestly.
Behind the Elders, the moon casts backlight.
As rambunctious winds dance and go swirling,
This lone enchanter loves the fiery night,
Where ancient trees are eagerly curling.
He sees the Grove dressed in regality,
This solemn Knight with blue eyes mischievous,
Unbound from nature's own mortality,
Dancing in felicitous synthesis.
By dawn, no shadow dare interfere,
Lest, the night will reprise such Cavalier.
In Marked Territory 10-28-24 - Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
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In Marked Territory
Midnight tightly clasps the darkness,
Like a wounded heart,
In between topaz edges of twilight
And pastels of first light.
Jealous of its cosmos
Shoos away the master of the day
Turning the face of the daystar
To other skies
To claim small hours.
Guardian of vanishing infinities
Speaks
Indigo borders
For moonlight
Moonbows
And wishes on the first brave star
Where waves of the galaxy
Break
Over unseen edges of stellar sands.
Lit only by celestial lanterns
Enchanter
Conjures sovereign spells
Declaring jurisdiction over platinum roses
And
Lover’s sighs
That wax then wane under polar stars.
Night rules this welkin magic,
A sorcerer hiding a book of spells,
This realm under the starry arch
The moonrise
The nebulae decorating the firmament,
Where gravity hems in epiphanies.
Have you ever looked into the eyes of madness
Someone who brings only sadness
Seen into the eyes of someone with no conscience
They are usually obnoxious
A person with madness in their eyes
Live their lives in disguise
In their own reality
Justifying actions of insanity
Rape, murder, extortion, reality is distortion
Arson, kidnapping, theft, till there is nothing left
Never test the anger
As they can be an enchanter
Psychopaths and Sociopaths
Mental illness is their wrath
They travel through the light
Causing trouble in the night
Some victims are rich, some are poor
Both the young and the old
Jails not the answer, sanitariums don’t mend
For most of them, they will suffer in the end
The Only Star For Me
Only One Star For Me !
Me dedicated to thee.
Only Star and that is you
in prominent view,
in my heart to glisten
on every pulse to listen.
One star since consciousness:
My supreme happiness.
Scintillating sparkling to inspire
Enchanter Emperor in my empire.
An ineffable emotive urge
oozing up rushing on surge.
Simply to surprise !
Nothing to surmise.
An ineffaceable passion
reckoned by introspection.
Dormant desires to unravel :
Your glance to guide and marvel.
11/03/22
The Only Star for Me
Contest by Mystic Rose Rose
Who can view me behind the fence ferrous!
Those infiltrating eyes bear me desirous!
Unveiling what was previously hidden.
Keeping this same watcher has striven.
I figure you should say, "What's in plain view!"
Penny for your ideas as they decay in a dark row.
Truth is a precursor to the hotly slated freedom.
The spilling from torn gum is giving a storm!
Am I a true enchanter worthy of notice?
I feel you crying, so please, let me focus.
I never set up in front of an audience.
I starve to escape the irritating sequence.
But does it work to retain me from leaving?
This clutter adds to the overall styling.
Do they have any considerable difference?
Do I cave in, or do I dazzle with my openness?
What has me scared! How am I striving to hide?
None, however, can bear reality inside.
After the Inquest, I cast the net vast and bleak.
Induce them all to cave up the skill to peek!
Written: October 3, 2021
The semi dessert place of the beaten track,
a little oasis of orchards in the dirt cul de sac.
Where no one can find that man anymore,
stone walls full of herbs in bloom adore.
Walk through overgrown Granadilla,
Canna lilies in red, yellow and Lila.
The enchanter of life between the spinach,
long white hair and beard fits the image.
Ancestors evolution in body and mind,
heavens exile through natures law combined.
He speaks of Serbian symbols by habit,
natural life is the living as to grab it.
Showing admiration by respect,
given in love beyond all values detect.
The phenomenon at every moment clear,
Moon references stating the path so dear.
The bread and wine of the soul,
clean conscience as life wisdom whole.
Then all that produces longing,
depriving the heart of its freedom.
Possibilities is the nature of free will,
virtue that can stand all vices still.
If one probe the depths of a character need,
it becomes life’s ideal and greatest seed.
I sit, listening to the whisper in my breath,
shaping my expressions is safer than meth.
A voice among others, I am poet progenitor.
Do you see what I have wrought?
Heavens to metaphor!
As originator and instigator, I wordsmith
like a predator,
a panther ready to pounce,
an enchanter you might denounce.
Do you fear what I have brought?
Heavens to metaphor!
Finding fluid flourishes like jewels,
writing often without rules.
The singing cantor of candor,
A traveling troubadour
you never asked for.
Do you like what I have taught?
Heavens to metaphor!
In these days of isolation,
tenderness must be no aberration.
Here my casual parlance dances,
offering intimacy new chances,
for all your cares it enhances.
Do you welcome what I have sought?
Heavens to metaphor!
To the closest call she responds with her resilient wolf’s howl.
Understanding and realizing the hook for what it is.
An Icarus full of cockiness and bold flair
daring her to draw closer to the sun.
He casts his spell against the natural laws,
trying to entrap her naïve passions.
When running, he chases.
Her only recourse, to turn and face
the predator from within her.
Having escaped the predator’s grasping talion’s,
she has a deeper intuitive drive
to shield her creative fire from destruction.
The young maiden’s well-honed senses and heightened hearing
will forewarn her of his presence in her woods.
His lonely quest for redemption is recognized
for the clever trap it is, set against the way things are.
Her youthful exuberance cannot lead her to danger.
No longer lingering prey to the enchanter will she be.
She has developed a maturity, not the guileless follower
of any pretty jewel that appears.
Instead she tends her fire well,
creating her own palace within the world as it is.
Three wishes are granted to those who capture
the source of the rainbows enchanter,
fast moving, he plays in the rays of the sun
and the trickery of enigma, has begun.
For hope and happiness and health, beget some
the wicked they want for; money, lust and fun.
But hold true to yourself, he is a powerful force,
and not one to reckon with unless of course...
you can best the trickster on a Samhain eve,
by staring him down so he cannot leave.
Choose wisely my friend as he holds all the power
and can hand you a seeming gift, one that will devour.
25/10/2018
Who I am
Who I was
Matters not in this enchanter
Like the moon filled too soon
And, now I’m trapped as my supplanter
For I’ve boiled rage inside this cage
And left my heart in danger
I showed the side I meant to hide
And, now my hearts a stranger
What it loves and what it’s of
Now I find less time I spend inside happiness and grandeur
More things I see in Silent Tree
In darkness and disaster
The silent tree
Baron and bare
Stricken of what was there
Of what it was
Of what it does
Still, It is there
Baron and bare
SECRETS IN MY PAST
LONG OVER ME, OUTLAST
TRUE I GIVE WITHOUT TAKING
TAKING FROM ANYONE SHAKING
FROM THE EARTHQUAKE
LIFE'S LIES I FORSAKE
TO IGNORE BLISS
BECOMING MERE MIST
MAGIC TRICKS UPON MY DEATH
REASSURING YOUR FAITH
THE CANOE ROWS AWAY
TO THE FLIPPED UNDERWAY
HOLDING AN ENCHANTER GOLDEN TICKET
COMES WITH ITS UNCONTROLLABLE CURSE
AMENABLE YES, BUT NEVER NURSED
COMPLETELY OPTIMISTIC
CHANGING STATISTIC
EXCELLENCE OF ROWING RIVER STREAMS
GIVES ME DELUSIONAL DREAMS
WHERE AM I STANDING
WHO IS THAT CALLING
BACKGROUNDS UNCHANGED
NAIVELY I PURSUE WITH RAGE
FINDING TRUE DARKNESS
FIGHT RELENTLESS
AGAINST MYSELF,THIS UNIVERSE
FOR WE ARE PUPPETS OR A VERSE
TO WHOM & WHATS THE PURPOSE
FANTASIES OF RIVERS FLOWING UPSTREAM
TO THE BEGINNING OF ITS ORIGIN
THAWS MY BRAIN'S RELIGION
EXPECTING TO SEE THE UNSPEAKABLE
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