"Two doves in white flying, feathers glow beneath the morning's rainbow colors" - Charles Messina
The sun thaws in a kaleidoscope of hues,
of crimson, yellow, and blue flows.
As the sun slumps into direct view,
Sited off the coast, back to repose
Sparkling shades pervade the sky,
tributes to the lonesome moon.
colors that are so vivid to the eye,
Birds soar aloft to the nightingale's tune.
Final sight of aesthetic grace,
ahead of the onset of total nightfall.
Relish the extent and luster of the place,
awe-inspiring beauty, and splendor of it all.
Conch gem and sylvan shell,
splash ashore with scenic beauty.
Sapphire tides wished each other well.
over hills uttered in the birds' first fluty
Absorb the morning's chuckling allure,
it dispels fear and helps you sparkle like jade.
Believing that love offers a delightful lure,
delight at dawn with the sky's shade.
2nd place contest winner
Written November 30, 2022
Submitted to: "Colors in the Sky" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
fluty, analogy, appreciation, bird, color,
Form: Rhyme
"To be a writer remote and alone is to
enter a portal into another realm."
Quote - by Constance
My hands extensions of my soul,
deep thoughts into the long past stroll;
my pen drips of sorrow and blood,
inspired by the great poets ole !
Some memories buried in mud,
others sweet as a flower bud;
the long past held on fragile strings,
once I start words fall in a flood !
Always, always the long dead clings,
oft' I pen- 'til a dawn bird sings;
I get lost in nature's beauty,
closing my eyes to see bird wings !
I am lost in bird songs fluty,
as I search for words dark sooty;
penning poems is who I am,
writing- is a poets duty !
oh, this life comes with no program,
but, anything else is a sham;
my words can get quite pointed strong,
though, in truth- I am quite a lamb !
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May 12, 2022
Poetry/Rubaiyat/The Writer
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1455-186-12
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Rubaiyat
sponsor, Sotto Poet, Judged 06/13/2022
First Place
Categories:
fluty, poetry, writing,
Form: Rubaiyat
SNOW BIRD
In the dead of winter comes great beauty,
with broody storms and the elegant snow.
The hoarfrost spears hang icy and fluty,
like aliens in guise as they stretch and grow.
Crisp raw are the branches rasping the sky,
as wind comes in a bluster to disturb.
The shadow creatures den under the sigh,
from the deadweight of snow they perturb.
The beauty is sparse and simply at peace,
a waltz in winter that comes on the fly.
The white blizzard storm, we know it will cease,
stopped by the echo of red bird’s soft cry.
Ruby in starlight with ice on his wing,
red bird dreams of Sun and the thaw in spring.
December 5th, 2019
Your Best Sonnet July-December, 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Categories:
fluty, december, nature, seasons, winter,
Form: Sonnet
You're my soul and my beauty,
I serve you it's my duty,
You're the Nature,
I'm your super creature,
You're my culture, my tradition and my inner fluty,
I thanked you it's my duty,
You gave me birth on this incredible earth,
To see your beauty,
To do my duty,
And you gave me a treasure-trove,
To serve, to grow,
To wrap me you game me clouty,
I praise you it's my duty,
You're the nature,
I'm your super creature,
By Mahesh Nagar
Categories:
fluty, autumn,
Form: Rhyme
I stand here to admire thy beauty,
But all of this seems to be a booty,
Why I am I doing this duty?
And who made this look fluty?
Seriously, things here don’t look fruity.
This place looked good,
I always wished I could,
But always I am forced to be covered by my hood,
How long will this continue since I need to have my food?
Anyway let me continue to split thy wood.
I will smile,
But only while at the aisle,
To be there, is it just a mile?
And to digest this, do I need more bile?
Or should we take it to The Nile?
Categories:
fluty, bereavement, cry, emotions, for
Form: Couplet
I see her everywhere I go
Mother of the earth, splendid soul
Filling everywhere with her harmonious presence
Holding everyone on an irresistible reverence
She dwells in the sky above, so blue
With the smiling sun and the silvery moon
Up there, she is a graceful goddess
Clothed with the rainbow, ready to bless
In the fluffy-frilled flowers do I see her
The butterflies commend the taste of her nectar
And her rose is a symbol of happiness
So beautiful is she that all adore her dress
She dances in the movement of the trees
Whirling round and round in an enchanting bliss
The singing nightingale, the violin-voiced canary
Tells us more of her musical tendency
In the heralding cuckoo, in the clarion call
In the waving sea, in the gushing waterfall
And that of the sweeping gentle breeze
Do I hear her fluty voice that never cease
Mother nature, your beauty surpasses all
Nothing can change that, nothing at all
No wonder the poet forever extols you
And the artist keeps on painting you.
Categories:
fluty, africa, blessing, earth, mother,
Form: Lyric
DEATH HAS NO GLORY
For those who love life, death has no glory.
What pharaoh would not trade
His pyramid, myriad years in the building,
For forty seconds worth of fresh air
Blowing over the Nile with the scent of
White lotus on the breeze
And the fluty song of the golden oriole?
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Other poems of mine, similar to this, are available at
https://www.fictionmagazines.com/magazines/five/
Categories:
fluty, death, life,
Form: Imagism
BIRDS AND FLOWERS
If you love birds don’t cage them.
What free creature
Would choose a fetter? Though
The warmth and food are guaranteed,
And risk from storm and hawk,
An Atlantic gale feels better.
If you love flowers don’t pick them.
What flower would choose
To have its roots ripped away
For all the brown sugar and teabags in China?
Flowers and shoots in a cut-glass vase -
In a cut-glass coffin - are dying.
Pretty dried blooms carefully embalmed - are dead
If you love life, death has no glory.
What pharaoh would not trade
His pyramid, myriad years in the building,
For forty seconds worth of fresh air
Blowing over the Nile with the scent of
White lotus on the breeze
And the fluty song of the golden oriole?
Categories:
fluty, nature, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Happy Valentine Day
[The Fiesta of Love]
Oh, my dear beautiful lovers!
Gather all the variety of flowers
To exchange with fabulous love
In the day of lovely and divine hours;
Let the aroma of your scented love
Spread into the distant skies above
That the stars over the silver clouds
Are impressed with our golden crowds;
Let the emotions of our loving hearts
Electrify our much-loved lovely hearts
That the angels might really astound
To our fervor for love, so profound;
True love is the eternal beauty
So let’s make our soul a divine fluty
With love, all the hatred’s blown
And with love, sorrow will drown;
The man and woman, both are equal
And if they continue to love in sequel
It’s a wonderful fiesta of harmony
And yet a day to show our testimony;
So let’s live and love in our garden
Unleashing all our hearts’ burden!
I wish you all a wonderful valentine
Let’s all taste the love so pristine;
By: R K Chowdary Jasti
@all copyrights reserved
14.02.2013@12.02am
Categories:
fluty, valentines day, day, day,
Form: Rhyme