Rain- often a word
that stirs a sense of gloom
and visions of dark clouds,
as water falls
with drops that drizzle, pound
in steady flow
and make us wish and pray
for sunshine bliss.
And yet, at times,
the sound of falling rain,
with gloomy clouds that paint
the landscape gray-
while standing safe behind
a window pane-
evokes a melancholy
sense of joy.
When minds can wander
in unhurried bliss
there, free to watch,
enjoy the quiet peace-
and take deep breaths
that flow like steady rain,
refreshing thoughts
that feed the urge to dream.
Alice Walker,famed novelist of Cloured Purple with this nineteen lined 'The Old Men Used to Sing' evokes a childhood memory 'conversational styled poem' using two or three words short staccato sentences
ART OF IMAGINATION-
evokes
possible
meaningful
&
sequenced
.ideas
through
allegorical
pictures
easy
emperical
experiences
of
tentatively
reveries
never fully
explored
studied
semiotics
appreciatively
&
charmingly
decorative
The total bummer of our wasted Test summer….ahem
Does jar well below par no cigar not even a cafe creme
After another dafter dumber and dumber apophthegm
The tedium of this charlatan medium saying carpe diem
Couldn’t be any glummer still will take Baz to the ATM
Laughter him on a whim mending a forlorn torn hem
We pleaded tree needed to go not the Root but stem
Pretending will be happy ending Bazball’s Bethlehem
ECB & Key glib in tandem fib as random as a Lib Dem
English cricket’s viral spiral now coughing up phlegm
The gory gashes from Ashes lashes will still condemn
Then Stokes says that’s all folks was absolute mayhem
Jokes he’ll back in the 2027 eleven it’s us versus them
After hoax new Kiwi bloke evokes masterstrokes a gem
No longer going for broke a stronger bespoke requiem
Will coax the magic unlike the tragic Bazball "La Boheme"
No superhero cloaks as from acorns grow oaks says Flem
My is such a beautiful word…it is usually complimentary…not demeaning
And when placed in front of other words…It changes their entire meaning.
My…when said in front of words like…my Dad, my Mom, my folks
has less to do with ownership and more with the feeling it evokes.
It’s amazing how this little word…the feelings it unfurls
when we say my wife, my daughter, my son…my little boy…my little girl.
To prove how my is a word those of us who use it all hold dear
Try to say my granddaughter, my grandson, my great-granddaughter
without a smile or a tear.
And as wonderful as it is to say…the wonder of hearing it never ends
when introduced as my Dad, my Nana, my PopPop, my uncle, my aunt…my friend.
Imagine what our world would be like…
how all animosities and hatred would end
If, even those we are not related to…
we treated as My Friend.
My is such a beautiful word…it is usually complimentary…not demeaning
And when placed in front of other words…It changes their entire meaning.
My…when said in front of words like…my Dad, my Mom, my folks
has less to do with ownership and more with the feeling it evokes.
It’s amazing how this little word…the feelings it unfurls
when we say my wife, my daughter, my son…my little boy…my little girl.
To prove how my is a word those of us who use it all hold dear
Try to say my granddaughter, my grandson, my great-granddaughter
without a smile or a tear.
And as wonderful as it is to say…the wonder of hearing it never ends
when introduced as my Dad, my Nana, my PopPop, my uncle, my aunt…my friend.
Imagine what our world would be like…
how all animosities and hatred would end
If, even those we are not related to…
we treated as My Friend.
Inspired by the Painting "A Girl With A Pearl Earring" by Dutch Golden Age Painter "Johannes Vermeer"
What are you telling me, My timeless Beauty?
You turn and stop..,
You look at me with your plaintive eyes,
Your luscious lips are apart, but you remain voiceless…
The pearl in your ear shines ~
Light on your face shimmers mysteriously,
Your eyes are serene ~ reflecting, refracting
The depth of your emotions…
Those dove-like eyes are the artist's inspiration!
The topaz blueness of your headscarf
With which you have covered your sensuality,
Surround your face with a serenity of
The ocean, gleaming emerald green
Of your attire evokes the unspoilt
Magic of your youth…..
You are not what you appear
To many souls in this mundane world…
They don’t see the painter’s Muse.
You are the nymph, who visited me
For a rare moment of tranquility.
The Pearl shines, an iridescent
Gem shimmering, unfolding your heart~
You remain eternal in my imperishable creation...
You linger in hearts..... my masterpiece!
Settled to watch, inspired by that instant moment,
While seconds send raptures as I gaze all alone.
When day melts into night, a regal bestowment.
Lights begin to shimmer, it softly nears twilight.
The soft gentle perfume of wafts nature's cologne.
The horizon creates a radiance so bright.
This magic captured with a deepest ruby hue.
The artist's kaleidoscope of warm colors shown,
Detailing exquisite soft crimsons etched in view.
Streams of color blend seamlessly in swirls of light.
Brilliant tapestries nature has carefully sewn.
Heavily embossed across the sky, birds in flight.
Now sunset’s glowing color of crimson and gold,
With a sweetness, and a warm tranquil overtone.
As night’s velvety blanket begins to unfold.
Whispering breeze wafting gently, flickers a scent.
Nestled snugly, caressed by joy I've never known.
Evokes aromatic bursts, earthy by intent.
a stunning juxtaposition
the snows of June
days away from july
a blanking of thickened climatation
the something that is in the middle
the arrival of summer bought snow
werest the snows of winter
a summertime spectacle
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"the thickened blanketed
snowy climation"
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A poetic
metaphorical expression
describing an unnatural,
unseasonable return of
winter conditions during
the early summer.
It evokes the visual image
of a thick, insulating layer
of snow settling
on the summer landscape
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(TEARS UNTOLD - By Gabrielle Malak)
Nails painted blue, hiding her eyes
Lost in her tears, softly she cries
The reason for her tears untold ~
Maybe something bad did unfold
Is someone close to her dying?
Her hair's a mess, how she's crying!
Hued textures and varied brush strokes
Unfiltered emotion evokes
Her raw anguish and pain is felt
Shoulders shaking, sorrow does melt
shaken
forsaken
art
stilted
jilted
heart
Vulnerable virgules, soul bleeds
Torn in despair like tumbleweeds
The dappled play of coloured light
Her hopeless status does highlight
Makes one wonder what does she rue?
Hiding her eyes, nails painted blue.
She wears her soul on her nuclear skin
Brightest chartreuse yellow
morphs into roseate pink,
promising peace
she illumes from within her
There is only one of her,
yet is never alone
her golden rays cascade
warmth in cobalt skies
embracing as she dwells alongside
touching universes both eternal,
balanced with an external expression
in both realms reflection
overlooking the gallant mountain tops
gentle undulating waves,
fullness in emptiness
amongst Spring’s delicacies
a force of nurturing generosity
fostering spirit giving endlessly
championing her cause
She watches from behind
the highest hilltops,
below the erosion formed summits
Setting onto the lowlands
and forbidding foothills
as her changing light
transforms the ether
she gazes at the unfolding
of the stars, faint specs,
she is still, in their presence
as the blue evokes
his calm, she catches glimpses
shades of salmon trail faded ones,
they bring hopeful sonnets
May she let subdued
light shine upon her
blushing rays?
Perhaps one day,
whilst the night’s indigo sky
looks after her
A garden gate unlocked but rusted shut
evokes what memory plays on stringless lyres
Between the furrowed hedgerows standing witness
there lives a fated wish of heart’s desire
Alone unvisited throughout the seasons
to weather scorching sun — inclement rain
The loneliness of what once was grows ere despondence
waiting on an unkept promise made in vain
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
Whoever were lucky enough to be the one who evokes in you the most sacred part of your being, the one whose purpose is the desire to explore your beautiful heart and take part in its beating, where in feeling that consanguineous desire he would emulate the loveliest expression upon seeing those eyes and, with resolve, make the most sublime decision in the measure of a love without restrictions, where verse will become prose and emulate that feeling, wrapping it in an emphatic nervousness that only with the magnetism of your love will free that heart from all evil, giving life to a new freedom of wanting, shared!!!!!
Lraularguellesm!!!!!
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Star
weary
sorrow tears
Zillions flicker
dimming lightened gifts
bloodblack diamonds spinning
Flames flash skies into near night
Cosmic scales—fallen world's despairs
Dark-Star reaps ringed scarlet horizons
shooting star dissipating downward
Jaded stones form constellations
best poet’s mouth is silenced
Ashy smoke rising scents
Black gold dominance
Savoir-faire sage
from its dust
evokes
Zen
_/\_
Bowl of fried rice with aromatic
Ingredients turn into the vibrant hue of
Reddish orange, evokes hunger; makes me feel
Yummy and regales my taste buds
Appetite satiated by the mouth watering
Nourished BIRYANI makes a full meal with
Immaculate cheese and chicken bites.
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