once
ever green
then
autumn gold
bedecked
stark
now
in silhouette
aged
gnarled
root
laid bare
mistletoed
in winter
frieze
still
blankets
me
WILD LUPINE
There we will surrender to the breeze
and drift on lupine's purple frieze.
~by poet
We were as free as wild lupine
In a mountain meadow in sweetest springtime,
Loving the song of the breeze and the grass,
Dancing to music of sunrise and sunset.
Long seemed the season in blush of young love,
Undying faith in promises made,
Perhaps just a dream of things that could be~
In reality’s venues such dreams can’t abide,
Not for the prince who money must make, in drab market street
Even a princess has rules!
A wish on this cold Winter's frieze
A diamond ring Santa, oh please
It was ever so shocking
What she found in her stocking
A ladder right up to her knees!
When twilight comes,
be morn or eve,
a time when cares
and fears take leave,
when the sun arises,
when the sun does set,
when the trials of the world
have not come yet,
nor will they you beset,
when ferns and flowers
are tender with dew,
when dreams
that you've dreamt
become alive and new,
when the stir of a breeze
and a rustle in the trees
become as music
to the soul
and the landscape all about
is as a heroic Grecian frieze,
when Time knows no time,
when sorrow has no pain,
when grief is lost forever,
when joy is free to reign
when the heart
is filled beyond measure
when Love abounds 'til never
then will you see and feel
things more precious
than all the world's
golden store of treasure.
Little fires put out here or there with ease
There's a big blaze over there with high wind
Contained only by some people you send
Can big blazes be stopped destroying trees
Time, effort with loss of lives and much more
Blazes are definitely not asked for
_Ole days gone with architectural frieze
Little fires, big blazes slowly take hold
World being lost to evil, hearts turned cold
Seems world overtaken by swarm of bees
Is there a solution to all questions
Let's make a reasonable suggestion
When Jesus comes, tempter's power broken
And humanity will be awoken
Flowers are the music of the ground, from earth’s lips spoken without sound. ~ Edwin Cerran
Lupines are in the meadow,
speaking poetry of nature;
the breeze directing purple allegretto
for every forest neighbor.
My love shall we go walking
in golden warmth of summer,
with the flowers softly talking
in notes of every color?
Shall we then lay down and slumber
in the sweet grass and the flower,
where cares do not encumber
and dreams become our bower?
There we will surrender to the breeze
and drift on lupine's purple frieze.
The rafters creak
The Fire alarm is delirious
Its 4 AM
all is in a frieze
Intrigued by the night
I unpetal
The Night people dine in-between
Top hats appear
Bell drawn dazzles
You stole my castle
I need to graduate from this dawn
RECREATIONS
virtual
sensory experience
two
dimensional
glimpses
of
the past
in
mirrored
shards
of
yesterday
glowing
& vibrant
elaborate
bedazzled
&profound
interpreted
anew
in a
frieze
of redemption
of
beauty
ornamented
with
abandon
Enchantment
Enchantment is earth’s garden golden crowned
Where a sanctuary of calm is found
A place where doleful hearts are freed from pain
And sadness turns to happiness again.
Hope, faith and peacefulness gently restored
In a haven that's much loved and adored
A paradise filled with lavish stardom
Perceived in splendour of a lush garden.
Expose your heart to the musical strains
Of pitter pattering droplets of rain
Trilling birdsong and the buzzing of bees
Sweet melodies heard o’er whispering breeze.
Magnificent flowers and stately trees
Fluttering butterflies adorn the frieze
Feathery white clouds that are drifting by
Sunshine embracing exquisite blue sky.
Oh for the joyfulness and enchantment
In the grandeur of God’s worldwide garden
Grant thanks and praise to our heavenly Lord
There’s so many reasons for our accord.
HORIZONS
clear
level &
pivotal
&
holds
a delicate
light
ascending
in
contrasting
reflections
enigmatic
surrounding
frieze
stunning
& compelling
this phenomenal
world
of wonders
treasured
tranquil
traces
of the
sublime
colourfully
adorned
looking
at
a luminous
sunset
of
fleeting images
Sculptor Thorneycroft Wiliam Hamo
made many a statue 'to go '
He also carved building frieze
so versatile was always at ease
Snowflakes soft as a Kentucky breeze
Floating down gently in the frigid air
Settling on the barren limbs of trees,
White brush strokes on a winter frieze
A whisp of snow, an old winter tease
Reminding us of our ski gear to prepare
Snowflakes soft as a Kentucky breeze
Floating down gently in the frigid air.
Written November 18, 2022
If all you need to ask, "Is beauty truth?"
It isn't much you need to know on earth.
It's less than what appraisers say it's worth,
This jar with frieze depicting frozen youth.
Curators and collectors both agree
If forged or stolen, sold dishonestly
Museum art debased on pedestals
Makes hiding art seem safely tenable.
It may be better beauty be destroyed.
A little worshiper of idols still
Resides inside and ever, always will
Until we're much less worldly employed.
While thirsty an ascetic often thinks
Urns beautiful when everybody drinks.
(8/29/22)
When trees awaken from their winter sleep
Their silent buds unfold and turn to green
Row upon silent row they gently lift
Bare branches, no longer in winter’s keep
Spring flowers burst from dormant bulbs unseen
A gift
Wearing her royal robe of blossomed trees
Like a mist descending, this forest queen
Blesses the forest paths with leaves adrift
Paints with an ardent brush her verdure frieze.
So swift
Entered in A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE
Contest Judged: 4/7/2022 1:12:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
N/A
Submitted to Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Curtal Sonnet (Short version)
A curtal Sonnet has eleven lines with a rhyme scheme of abc abc dcb dc
It has ten syllables in lines 1 through 5 and 7 through 10, however
it has only two (2) syllables in lines 6 and 11, and they rhyme with lines 3, and 8.
SCULPTURAL
fusion
frieze
fine curved
perceptions
economy of line
to
stimulate
humdrum gestures
unrecognized
pretentious
hysteria
& shocks
foibles
so explosive
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
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