Asinine Asymmetry
abysmal
vapid
pedagogue
impulsive
advocacy
with FLUSTERED TORRENTS
blindly
indicting
scapegoats
subpar
dogmatist
in DEMONIC DIATRIBE
eschewing
impartial
testament
veracity
disparaged
Asinine Asymmetry
raucous
sweeping
presage
emanating
palpably
from VEHEMENT ESPOUSER
flagrant
vacuous
utterance
neurotic
trivialist
with FATUOUS FLAMBOYANCE
underpinning
risible
posture
detachment
anathema
Date : July 26, 2025
Contest : Three Options In I
Sponsor : Constance La France
“Imagination is potent inspiration,
motivating the minds of creation.”- By Poet
I drift on latticed wings of butterfly,
flittering on cascade of whistling wind
to flamboyance of fleeting rainbow hue.
I see beauty of life beyond dark clouds,
luring me to be a bird spreading wings,
soar in sapphire sky with seamless daydream,
taking my entrapped anguished mind away
to horizon of infinite freedom,
suffused with the aura of timeless bliss,
when I fly in imagination sky.
a dead flamingo
carried off by a jackal
grieving flamboyance
Pink hue flamingo it must be due to all
the carotenoid pigments feasted on
algae and crustaceans
An elongated neck spirals
and filters such sensations
Sharing color is Okinawa salmon sushi,
bolster lobster and shrimp scrimp
Graceful qualifiers primp poised tropical dwellers
balancing effortlessly on one outstretched leg,
A ballerina’s pirouette in fuchsia tutus’
Statuesque stillness in shallow water
Rosette feathers flair flamboyance
Passionate plumage, blushing boas
Webbed feet tap and stamp below,
an aquatic burlesque show
The flamenco dance named after you
Rose-tinted creature tranquil, wader
Hook-billed blackened lamellae
sieved nobly, an intense look in a print
Cluster buster of pink with lengthy legs that sprint
If I have not walked in nature,
Once a day,
If I have not heard a bird sing,
If I have not crouched before a blade of grass,
If I haven’t prayed in front of an old tree
Covered with climbing ivy,
If I have not seen a tiny insect fly
without fear of the hour,
If I have not seen a field sparsely covered with ancient wheat,
If I haven’t shivered in front of a red-throated
curious about my presence,
If I have not regretted his absence for long seconds,
If I have not laid eyes on leaves
or stones without destiny,
If I have not walked in nature
once a day
If I have not seen the Ajonc in winter
and the poppy in summer, modestly red bright,
If I have not been dazzled by the flamboyance
of a mimosa,
If I have not looked up to the poets
and clouds of the sky,
If I have not left the neighborhood tired of everything, and posed
1000 questions to nature,
I’m losing my mind, I’m going crazy like a cockroach.
Men do that too often.
Scintillating smiles spread around,
Extravagant gifts of colors abound;
Prosperity of raining joy seems endless,
Triumphant month fall is here to bless.
Exuberant rainbow lays its wide carpets,
Mesmerizing leaves in flamboyance pirouettes;
Brush of nature shows a non-stop painting on
Exquisite landscape where kids are playing,
Renders its great masterpiece for you darling.
Feel the gentleness of breeze as we dance with glee,
Ambiance is great at gardens and under each tree;
Leaves are life’s showers of hope, believe me.
Lovely deciduousness always opens all doors,
Surprising us all of God’s more graces and favors.
Pink Flamingos
The only bird of the family Phoenicopteriformes
Is the “flame-coloured” flamingo, so named by the Spanish.
A wader on long legs with an arcuate filtering bill;
An eater of shrimp and algae that pigment feathers pink.
Posed confidently, balanced on one leg to conserve energy,
They display beauty and grace under an aura of innocence
In a relaxed atmosphere, appearing flirtatious,
Congregating in pats, and exhibiting social behaviours.
In spring, the birds participate in mating rituals
Of synchronized dance steps, marching in unison
With necks stretched, heads flagging, and wings flapping
To encourage nesting and pair bonding.
***
Notes:
Phoenicopterus: "Phoenicopterus" is the Latin name for flamingo. Flamingo comes from the Portuguese or Spanish meaning “flame-coloured.”
Pat (aka Flamboyance): A "pat (aka flamboyance)" is a group of flamingos.
"Life is about taking risks to get what you want."
Quote by _ Adam Lambert
Adam Lambert,
runner up on American Idol 2009. Oh, that hurt !
But with magnetic power and charisma he toured with Queen,
his makeup, flamboyance, costumes and vocals are to be seen.
Adam's first real job was on a cruise ship,
with theater and singing- his courtship;
he grew up in San Diego,
rising to fame, a Draco ...
a twisting constellation, a starship !
So talented, "music is where my heart is," he declares,
and his performances on stage leave audiences in tears.
On a wild journey, touring, creating albums and singles,
while touring with Queen, gathering awards and accolade sprinkles.
“In chaotic times the madness of the drifter mind
follows the footprints of the vagabond dreams”-
Quote by poet
The blue hills cascaded down the verdant slopes
in the rhythmic ripples of the tinted topography,
cradled the charisma of the humming hamlet
that once harbored my home and my dreams.
With the sliding shadow of the cotton cloud,
scaling the halcyon heights of the cerulean sky,
my gallivanting dreams soared up high afloat
with the colorful kites I loved to fly in the blue.
The sparkling stream flinging up the fluid pearls,
flowed with flamboyance with my roving reverie,
girdled my teenage landscape in embracing loops,
set in vagrant meanders of gliding garland of fancy.
The paper boats I made with the motif of my dreams,
drifted away in the current of the stream’s silver trail
to the distant dreamland destination unknown,
and on these I perceived my drifter fantasy sail.
The surging storm swept across my turbulent time,
the capsized boats sank, the snapped kites flew away.
I turned into wandering driftwood dislodged from root,
searching the itinerant mind for the vagabond dreams.
With empty capacious containers
the living entities
arrive arrogant
and depart desolate,
in between turn into
greed slaves to snatch
the unearned fortune,
getting sucked spellbound
within abyss of temptation.
In the inferno of
corporeal passion temporal,
the frenetic flare
laced by luring lust
debases the fervent feeling
of platonic pining,
but in blooming love
it can sparkle sublime
with the patina of penchant.
The chase of mirage
in the deceptive ego desert
etches the fragile footprints
of delusive dominance
with sandstorm trajectory,
but the squall of strife
over the dune of dwindled life
subsides in the inner space
of latent love configured
in the conceded cauldron
of self-less surrender.
In the blazing realm
of connived conflict
sane senses of sobriety
turn into cinder,
flaming the fiber of prudence,
but the shower of sagacity,
spurting from love fountain
with divine flamboyance
douses the fire of disdain
and
with the allayed ashes
fabricates the framework
of cordially congruent
epitome of existence.
Flesh fuels fire. Spirit yields. There's body-soul fusion.
Springs up, will to power, and power to will illusion
Narcissistic senses and sensations amalgamated
Moral fibre, like worn-out dental roots, is deflated.
Selfishness, like the greed of predators, murders morals.
Egotism, like crabs in competitions, grabs all laurels.
Overconfident sensitive ego, like porcupines
Spreads its pokes, and thus, to hurt anyone, crosses limit lines.
Mind-not-on-task, - mental disposition, pervades the mind.
Consciousness compromises; awareness gets quarantined.
Hunger for acknowledgment and appreciation grows.
Self-contentment and satisfaction get peaceful repose.
Pretension and flamboyance soon become ethical codes.
Property, possessions, power, projective passion modes
The gratification of instinctual impulses
leading, ultimately, to emotional convulses
Behold how pleasure seeps through to the strangest places;
as if it's effects could make a river climb a steep incline.
A pink, feathered ball with a pipe cleaner neck and an old rubber nose, stands in stasis.
Or should I says hops, where exactly do we draw the line?
It's blinding pink is no sign of flamboyance nor an ostentatious display.
Flamingos are what they eat and what they eat doesn't give a damn about their mental state in the coming months.
Smirks creep, snickers descend, what colour of lonely shall it choose today?
Grey would be great but the grim reaper is not someone one confronts.
One leg to hold on and the other dedicated to keeping up appearances.
A stand-up has no chance against a desolate land with an estranged flamingo slotted in centre stage.
Spotlight focused, eyes agaze, feed upon this barren creature and forget common decencies.
If only it could choose it's colour...red, red with rage.
efflorescence joy
rampage of blossoms and blooms
nature captivates
herbaceous border
singular walk of beauty
flamboyance relished
summer symphony
insects express happiness
flawless cyclic song
pixabay image: lucianapappdesign
on her lawn
four pink plastic flamingos
peak above a March snowbank
twisted forms caught in forlorn evasion
beak-body contortions like wrestlers resilient
in pretzel formation
unmanageable remnants of warmer days
denied the dignity of upright
plastic muck ups, a nostalgic weep of summer
wishing a solar Florida footing
their caught spirit of iced- playfulness
a pink flamboyance
teasing an icy surface
four plastic birds, frozen status
kitsch defensive
misplaced images like on-line love
wing swept longing
to flee this barren snowbank
nudging a tardy spring's erosion
with its courtship fringes
Poem posted April 13, 2023
flamingos flaunting
fuschia feathers fluttering ~
funky flamboyance
1 March 2023
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