Empyrean drops,
Monument of July,
The pluvial chapter of life...
O July of enfeebled yolk,
Dispenser of splendour of sempervirence,
God has watered your tongue.
Therefore, pour, July, pour
The essence of life,
The grit of living
Unto the bosom of the
Seventh month and other
Months of parturition.
Let us conceive in July,
To bear in good season,
Sons of courage...
Wearing festal garments
And adorning our heads with sepia cloths,
This shall reinforce hope.
In front of the monument of July,
(A slouching image of sleepy rain)
Right on its wet feet,
Shall we bless the earth abundantly.
O July,
Bearer of thirty-one offspring,
Male and female, dew and fog,
So full of grains of years,
Frenzied and dancing your rites
Together with the age of insistent youth!
Middle age is when neither youth nor old age
Finds you worthy...
They sing:
The perception of the pristine green
Aroma of July
Is often the first of the rites
Of the seventh month.
FLOWER - FAIRY
Frolic Flower-Fairy
pretty face festal
sleeps on smooth petal
on Moonlit night starry.
Frolic Flower - Fairy
wakes up at dawn.
Dews glisten on lawn.
She flies to apiary.
Frolic Flower - Fairy
flaps plume and fin
silky shiny thin,
flies staying wary.
Frolic Flower - Fairy!
From blooms sips honey
Dazzling day Sunny.
Ceaseless rays not weary.
Frolic flower - fairy
in misty dusky twilight
prances, dances delight.
Rhythmic steps on bed flowery.
Frolic Flower - Fairy
appears in dream of child
entering fairy - guild.
Children in dreamy memory.
11/02/22
Be Creative
Contest by Eve Roper
Deep purple passion, green garden glory, with a scent remarkably rich,
Like the haunting, full October moon, that hardly ever fails to bewitch!
Lilac lovely, violet and voluptuous, in gilt daytime, and evening's ease,
When soon cosmic skies are colored, like rubies, cardinals and cherries!
Admired like amethysts, or glistening grapes, or plump, plentiful plums,
Or like beauty marching down every lane, to a beating of festal drums!
Lilac like lavender, spreading redolent secrets, over scenic, sunlit miles,
Until sangria nights of fuchsia fervor, and fiery, shooting star projectiles.
Written on 6/1/2022
For: Purple Flowers Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
Ringing in the New Year,
Ignites festal cheer.
Sparkling dance floor,
Glasses raise for a toast,
Showers of blessings,
Promises of love,
Youthful exuberance,
Burgeoning wings,
Untrammelled disposition,
Spirits unshaken,
Holidays flamboyant,
Achievements myriad,
Accolades and encomium,
Memories worth savouring rerun.
Wondrous was the day that you were born,
Our miracle made from loves composed…
A thousand Angels came to adorn,
Symphonic seraphim smiling posed.
What a joy to hold you forever,
Eruptive emotions with love flow…
Your healing heart our greatest treasure,
Your festal face heavens afterglow.
Happy birthday till the end of time!
Sept.19.2019
Queen Of Day 9 x 9 Poetry
Sponsored by: charles messina
Music...Cradle Rock
Pink Floyd~Time
By Brash Music
With a female Virtual Voice
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Such is love that the soft setting sun,
Hibernates within my humble heart…
Where the skies are filled with palettes,
Of amour and tears of liquid love…
My soul surrenders to the biradial beauty,
Of the voguish voyeuristical view…
As the wandering waves wake my,
Sapphire smile that sails with the wind…
The warmth of day caresses my festal face,
While the cumulus clouds comfortably calm…
Sunsets spewing as they resonate thru eternity,
For I await the Sun before the dulcet dawn…
While sitting on a mossy mountain under scarlet skies.
Original Post...May.09.2019
Not for any contest
Reposted for Julia Wards
Favorite Poem from May 2019
June.27.2019
N/A for Contest
Placed 2'nd with
NA rerun-2
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Thank You
Music video...Oleg Byonic-
'Light Up The Sky'
Voice...Female virtual voice
Such is love that the soft setting sun,
Hibernates within my humble heart…
Where the skies are filled with palettes,
Of amour and tears of liquid love…
My soul surrenders to the biradial beauty,
Of the voguish voyeuristical view…
As the wandering waves wake my,
Sapphire smile that sails with the wind…
The warmth of day caresses my festal face,
While the cumulus clouds comfortably calm…
Sunsets spewing as they resonate thru eternity,
For I await the Sun before the dulcet dawn…
While sitting on a mossy mountain under scarlet skies.
May.09.2019
Winged Warrior...^WW^
Not for any contest...
just welcoming the sun
Music video...Oleg Byonic-
'Light Up The Sky'
Voice...Female virtual voice
Slightly enhanced by
Winged Warrior
Bathing in the Nectars of Love
Let your love fall now that I may wallow
Let the tears drip of your inner essence
Entranced by the nectar that I swallow
As I may engulf and taste your presence
Let your beating heart keep me company
The emptiness that entraps my being
A string vibrating in your symphony
Forever echoing festal freeing
Intoxicated by your juices wine
For the gods of love pour down their nectar
Indulging in grapes of the orchard vine
Seducing our souls a haunting specter
The nectars of your love are ingested
Thus the fluids of my heart arrested.
Dec.15.2018
Super Sonnet
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
N/A for contest
Chasing a rainbow
Craving for respite in torrid weather,
Some rain that could tranquil drought;
Memorising festal times revered together,
Wondrous moments of numero uno brought.
Nothing could abridge my deep anguish,
How long and hard I must have tried;
Sadness or depression to distinguish,
Euphoric apparently I although pried.
Hidden beneath murky veils of dolor,
Tugged at heartstrings, the twinge;
Await wisdom spring in brilliant colour,
As I stand on a thin tender fringe.
How long will relentless waiting end,
Many tiring years have passed by;
How far made up joys can I pretend,
When life has lost its being of why.
Will go off the clouds, emotions burst?
Will lightening set dark mind aglow?
Will thunder crack the negativity first?
Anon, I might be chasing a rainbow.
Written October 31, 2018
For contest by Craig Cornish
The Nectars of Love
Let your love fall, that I may wallow
Let your tears drip of inner essence
Entranced by the nectar I swallow
As I engulf and taste your presence
***
Let your beating heart keep company
The emptiness that entraps my being
I’m a string vibrating in your symphony
Forever echoing festal forever freeing
***
Intoxicated by your juices made wine
For the gods pour down their nectar
Indulging in grapes of the orchid vine
Seducing our souls a haunting specter
***
The nectars of your love are ingested
And the fluids of my heart arrested.
Sept.05.2018
OK TOSS ANOTHER ONE IN
Sponsored by: John lawless
Thy fingers like petals,
So supple scenic;
Even a lucky diamond ring,
Feels itself adorned;
Radiates in festal,
Fortune glitters;
The stone of mount,
Carved to lustrous shape;
Pared stage by stage,
Until deserves embracing,
Finger of thine;
So beautiful thou are,
Thine fingers may or
may not feel;
Yet the diamond feels,
Warm touch and glows;
© Sadashivan Nair
Sweetness pours out across her aching lips
a dripping delight under candied apple eyes
motionless with the mulberry tree in wonderment
as the dainty honey bee dances with delight
Closed eyes and daytime wishes overcome
shy visions slipping out of shadow's view
hushed breaths drawn a dewdrop melody
heartbeats begging for a tiny sip of you
Shifting emotions impossible to hold abreast
a festal procession leading forth proposition
slowly inhaling simple beauty left in pause
light breaks her attention and a smile dawns
Once invited by her,
To candle light dinner,
Captivating smile in her face;
I accepted "Oooom! It's OK,
Was looking for a festal break";
Came the evening,
And we were,
At the table candle lit;
Candle kindled,
Melting self to illuminate us;
Watched each other,
Face to face;
The candle in midst of us;
Perhaps was the first,
Step of ladder to blend together,
In one knot;
Rise of romantic emotion,
Witnessed by lit candle,
Billowing flame in inebriation;
Unaware of melting,
To extinction its own entity;
Blinking flame gestured,
'Agni' a fire ritual of candle,
Endorses your togetherness;
© Sadashivan nair
An unborn baby,
From the womb,
Scratched the belly,
Over and over of its mom;
She minded not once;
But when was frequent,
Rubbing her belly she fondled;
Oh! You impish,
Don't tickle with your tiny nail;
No-no baby I feel too pain;
Again a scratch,
But this time it had sound;
O mu, ye ma-ma mu,
I feel thee, it's so sweet,
Thy touch embellishes,
My tender body,
My heart vacillates in festal;
When thou cohere papa in sleep,
I feel so warmth;
Stimulates my soul,
Feel like sleeping,
In the middle of both;
When papa flirts,
Thy 'no-no' vibrating sound,
Turns my ears on,
Feel thy playful deeds;
All I feel, thy surroundings,
Good mood or bad;
'O' my ma-ma mu,
Thou carry, endure all pain,
Thou made for me,
A doll of mine;
'O' my ma-ma mu,
I am so tempted,
Pull me out from thy womb,
Can't wait, no more;
Want to suckle and play,
With thy mammary glands;
I imagine in all my dreams,
Sexy suckling sound,
Ooon-mu-mu-moo,
Cohering thou, touching thy chest;
Thy lap is paradise,
Made of silky skin;
Let me take my place;
Please let me out;
© sadashivan nair
Tired of day's hectic job,
I went to sleep in a bed,
Adorned by embroidery,
On white linen,
in pale pink and blue;
two pillows filled of fur,
One for me one for her;
I dont know when she came,
Softly with her fingers,
Touched my lips;
Kissed my cheek,
With rosy glowing lips;
Raised her head,
laid on my chest;
All was in my faded memory,
Soon I fell in deep sleep;
Felt dream forcing in,
Invading sleep;
I fluttered wings and flew,
Over lake,
Over mountain tops;
The golden angels,
Sang their songs;
One by one embraced,
took me in their lap;
Ravishing Odor,
Alluring beauty of angels,
Vacillated in inebriation;
When I woke up,
From winsome sleep;
Smile in my cheek,
Mind was cool,
Again ready for hectic job;
I realized day is fresh,
if dream is festal;
© Sadashivan Nair?
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