Hold
Firm
Like Ori
Lit in Orun
While earthly noise climbs colossal
Trying to blur your fluorescence
With shadows precast to
Mimic ancestral rumors
Hoping you'll forget the
Cosmos Supreme being
Stitched into the deepest
Chambers of your intellect.
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The city is a beehive~
hexagons stacked,
each buzzing with activity
morning, noon, and night.
Streets: wax-thin, sticky with footsteps.
Buildings: golden, leaning into each other,
their windows humming with fluorescence.
Every corner is a chamber~
workers trailing in, workers trailing out,
carrying briefcases instead of pollen.
The queen? She’s a rumor~
a shadow in the penthouse,
counting her hexagons,
her kingdom of glass.
And the honey?
Oh, the honey is the noise~
the honk and clatter,
the murmured deals,
the laughter pooling
in elevators,
thick as syrup.
We are all bees here,
dizzy with purpose,
lost in the comb.
poem originally written for and submitted to Ultramarine Literary Review for its urbanity contest, Febrary 21, 2026.
Let this sunset call those eyes to close,
take a deep breath and release a dream.
Join the montage as the world’s turning,
you add a touch of light and darkness.
Through the process of a few demos,
an ache may toxify your bloodstream.
Embrace all that you are unlearning,
lean back into it no need for tense.
Sprinkle comet dust on your yearning,
become that beacon of florescence.
Your world is never bleak and drab
no fickle thoughts.
I heard you chastising,
chasing something within/without me.
I stood firm, not flat on my back
held up by your traction of sorts.
You hadn't fumble for a star leader -
I was never plunged to darkness,
never felt picked upon.
For the saucy moon you know, buffers me -
You'd seen me looking up, smiling.
The fluorescence of the moon as disco ball,
You saw me dancing to my own music.
*
May flora blooms exuding juniper fragrance
‘neath gleaming vernal azure canopies
fluorescence envelopes dewy sweet nothings
efflorescence aesthetic stuns and inspires
a hope once dormant to sparkle anew
Symbols of October 10-16-24
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Opals
October's fiery gem
Opals - stone pools of flames
Occlusions of white fire
Oceans of neon sparks
Orange fluorescence glows
Opalescent passion
Or Aurora's embers
The icons have fallen.
Watching them burn
Feeling their insanity
The neon turns
The lies are sullen
They have sold their souls
The media for the masses
They wear the crowns
They hang upon the crosses
They beg and plead
The prayers are insane
Inscribed upon a liar's brow
The icons have fallen
The stadium is in silence
Feeling the hum of the fluorescence
The cracked and ruined ground
Watching the falling bodies
The night is interrupted
The gods are gone
The media & the world of wars
The icons have fallen
muse extinguished before release
lest symbols soil soul’s effervescence
who knows where lies fulcrum of a sneeze
or bliss as quintessence of heart’s fluorescence
attention animated thus poised in the vibrant void
essence of pristine presence flaps its wings
revealing soul’s luminescence unalloyed
emitting bliss mists when heart sings
It’s the sound of wind, breathless, softly playing
Rustling through leaves with songs in richest essence
Collecting dreams despite quiet senescence
Gentling, lasting impressions grown through praying.
While the nights grow bitter, the trees keep swaying
Reaching for the moon in her adolescence
Lush splash of song with tones of fluorescence
‘tis the season of grace is all I’m saying
Dazzling colors, bold tones of joy unfolding
Seeking life in the hearts of those who love her,
Autumn’s secrets, so graceful, we’re beholding
It’s the twinkling of an instant we’ll say burr,
Her rousing splendors she’ll not be withholding.
Autumn is the spice that I’ll ever prefer!
Fire is a spirit,
crackling vibrations,
sirring catalyst;
force and energy
of the midday sun.
I raced over
mountains, caressed
hairs of strong
forests and rolled
over balling rivers.
But this dour
fluorescence Is a
used canister
rusting to dust
where doting memories
of the midday sun
lazy along the silver
line into the
grove of silence.
As in crystal methamphetamine, the mind becomes cold.
Anxiety, paranoia, and schizophrenia
Creep in, like snakes and deathstalker scorpions, uncontrolled
Are bones, veins, flesh, and blood affected by asthenia?
The body begs for calm composure; the moody mind mulls.
Midst fires of optimism, the ice of pessimism melts.
Restlessness and rebelliousness resemble spineless skulls
Vandalism of vindictiveness vitiates vague vents
The feeling of freedom to fly and fervently flutter
Fill and flow flawlessly, like fine floral fluorescence.
Mild melodies of memories musically mutter
Constant conscious conscience has come to be the quintessence.
When the ice of hateful, heinous, hideous hurdles heaps
May passions of compassion flare from the depths of the deeps!
Silk-
starfish
of fervent
fate weaves soft-quartz
feathers of marshmallow metaphors that
croon with firefly's fluorescence amidst life's
claustrophobic
clouds, shading
bitter
smogs
with
plush sweet-
dahlias;
And I chase light
within saffron skylines beyond dreamscapes.
Fall splendor radiates grandeur of nature
Almighty-designed marked by sublime feature…
Leaves turn toward colorful iridescence
Liberated from their green-gripped fluorescence.
Splendor of Fall shows magnificent season
Presenting gracious hues for blessed lesson…
Lovely magnificence midst refreshing glow
Expressing beauty that defies weather woe…
Nurtured gardens produce nourishing harvest
Delighting serenity with wellness-zest…
Optimistic perspective toward faith bliss
Rejoices spirit for gratitude to God* from heart’s abyss.
*Deuteronomy 26:11 - And thou shalt rejoice in every good thing which the LORD thy God hath given unto thee...
September 19, 2023
Acrostic in Rhyme form
4th place, "Fall Splendor - 8 to 16 Lines of Rhyme" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 9/28/2023
I wonder, if glass-winged venus of psalms,
Shed soft serenades on chirping bird's nest,
Would alpha centauri's edenic balms
Coat my saturn-sage skin with glacial crest?
Maybe, my turquoise-ink's tomb is ablaze,
In lazuline embers of universe,
Tracing fluorescence of rose on heart's phase,
As sycamores in midnight's metaverse
Moors of love echo, 'bonjour, heaven-blend",
Draped in opal peonies and mauve fog,
As hope-rings of gold, shine in healing's mend,
And I rise in starworld of fairy's vogue
I revolve around mermaid-moon's beacon,
For serendipity in mortal scars,
Like twilight's arc, in sunsets of saffron,
Embraced zenith, as an angelic star
I'm an earthling-ash of pearl's poesy,
Ephemeral as strokes of blushed bluesy.
“The moon’s vision of humanity
Was something that it once desired
Tinkle, swoouf, it pondered
As it’s luminescence gazed at its prodigious oceans
The defunct dissection of the body fell into silence as it glanced back
Clish, clash, it wavered
It’s fluorescence gestured odiously
Enraging it’s radiance with envy
Woosh, clasps, oceans grew in his incensed intention
It never had a society that walked on its ground
A place, that humans recall home
stomp, clasp, It thought
Oceans trickled with peril as the moon grew its waves
Slash, sloosh, the clutter that pollutes the water clustered against its weight
The moon then rebounded; remarking the objects
Sling slang, swoosh, oceans sang it's mercy
It’s reminiscence then discerned the cunning truth
“The grass always seems greener on the other side”
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