A bizarre light show streaked across the sky.
The blinding lightning seemed to explode and electrify.
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Vivid flashes of color to the clouds and everything under.
Striking blasts of illumination floodlit the night.
In total awe we eagerly witnessed this amazing sight.
Breaking the silence, more crashes of thunder came booming down.
Deafening the unsuspecting residence of our Sydney town.
A mind boggling spectacle was being played out.
Unable to hear ourselves think, we couldn't even shout.
A memorable night, never happened before, maybe never again.
Now along with the thunder, comes torrents of rain.
Categories:
floodlit, color, light,
Form: Rhyme
A desire sets off
towards a place far inland whose spires
lift like raised pikes on the horizon.
There is always a "somewhere" hanging
in the sky above your head,
an El Dorado, a glistening pot,
a floodlit dream plastered like a billboard
on a roadside hoarding promising
a better life on Paradise Island Estate.
But you never get there,
petering out on the side of a highway,
running low on fuel or finding
that you really don't want to go
to that place where you
first set out to go. A lifetime on
you should have known
the answer has always been waiting
back here, sitting at the far end
of a U turn, after the long haul home.
Categories:
floodlit, home,
Form: Free verse
From the miles of flatness and the fens
Comes the hill where this Cathedral stands
Everyone can see this floodlit site
When the moon is out and there is night.
I saw it through the window as I turned
It’ struck me down with beauty never learnt.
As I lay surprised upon the stair
I absorbed the beauty I saw there
Should we worship beauty such as this?
It strikes us with a hammer not a kiss
Categories:
floodlit, adventure, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
I can hear the slow
thump and thrash
of a ship's propeller
churning the dark and see
the sheer black wall
of a hull slide by,
gathering the river in
like a skirt,
then releasing a train
of wakes to run
up banks and rock
the calm.
Solitary fishermen sit quietly
in private vigils
along the river's length.
All night they stare
into an absolving still
and move between
a mind's floating absence
and the tip of a rod
plumbed to depths
beyond human.
After the ship has passed
they wait
for the river to heal
and mend the lesions
in a tactile language.
Down river
a floodlit smoke stack
rises like a spire
out of the ruins of a factory.
High above,
a great wheeling dome
of seagulls fleck
a charcoal sky
and smear noise across
a vaulted quiet.
A lifetime on I hear
the discordant hymn,
feel the menace
of something moving shapeless
below the reach of words
and wait for the river
to heal.
Categories:
floodlit, river,
Form: Free verse
Flashback to an enchanted time in my life
So long ago forgotten any trace of strife
A dogeared corner to a most favorite page
Four rainbow budgies and an oversize gilded cage
In my youth my dreams ever waiting for a sign
It was a time of drenching floodlit sunshine
Inpouring from my kitchen patio doors
The energy from bright blue skies outdoors
The bubbly chirping happiness is what I remember
It lasted on through right until september
Four rainbow budgies who could do no wrong
How I loved each one as they sang all day long
They chanted and wholeheartedly I listened
It was as if my life just glistened
The bubbly chirping happiness is what I remember
Not the sadness when rolled around the first of december
Four rainbow budgies in an oversize gilded cage
Right before my whole life was up on stage
AP: 2nd place 2020, 3rd place 2020
Submitted on September 28, 2019 for contest WRITE A RHYME ABOUT YOUR FAVORITE PET, LIVING OR NOT (BUDGIES) sponsored by REGINA RIDDLE - RANKED 4TH
Categories:
floodlit, animal, appreciation, bird, joy,
Form: Rhyme
It always amazes me, the small things,
they come together to make something so big,
a snowball effect, a conglomerate,
that can be repeatedly shattered and put back together and re used.
A mountain is magnificent, but you can turn away from it,
but the little things, the swarms of pieces,
that poke and pry and invade and pursue,
are so much more foreboding when you try and sleep.
A castle can fall, completely avoiding me,
dangerous, exciting, totally predictable,
but those whispers, oh those softly spoken missiles,
painting bruises to my insides that none can see.
Where my mind is a stage mainly open at night,
and those chit-chats intend and jig,
floodlit to an incognito rabble in the dark,
that punch in with their tout acquired paper.
Goading me to sleep for your intermission,
the parts that get exciting and colourful,
where I am totally helpless to prevailing monsters,
and the unkind and uninvited mocking of my efforts.
In the morning you will be extinct,
in the afternoon you will hint,
but oh in the night you will prevail,
and act I will, again.
Categories:
floodlit, bullying, dark, depression,
Form: Free verse
Rainforest, sparkling white sand
And friendly country towns
Man eating crocodiles
Outback and Darling Downs
The awe inspiring Barrier Reef
And tropic Moonlight nights
Bushland animals and solitude
The heat the earth ignites
Rich brown earth and floodlit plain
Earth’s bounty here we sow
Sugar cane, Wattle and Blue gums
Paradise untamed aglow
Categories:
floodlit, places, earth,
Form: Verse
A
son et
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cricket fills the
night.
Categories:
floodlit, sports,
Form: Lanterne