The afternoon spilt gold on the hills,
Now the hills are dreamy eyelids
Fringing the lake's silver eye,
And the evening sky lies still.
For an hour or two this sunset,
Day mingles with the night,
Making beautiful orange-pink banners,
As the dark stretches out the light.
The last birds capture colour on their wings,
All over the world hear voices sing
In praise to the Maker of everything.
Categories:
fringing, sky, sun,
Form: Rhyme
Quote : " A humble tribute to the brave Indian soldiers who fought in the Galwan valley.."
The welcome sun gilded, the mighty seven mountain peaks
As fingers adorned with rings, they lay aloft our eyes
Beneath our feet, the silent sleeping snowy snake
Conquered on the kiss of cold, a cambered frozen line.
The eternal night of valour, written in silver past
Still shining in the faces of unshuffled uniforms of bravery
Twenty daring sons of motherland, in the ticking clock of darkness
On the giddy throng of foes, fallen lightning strokes.
Time was what they need, till the distant succour
They fought an infinite war, fringing their martyrdom
Until the land kisses, the unclouded moment of victory
For the present cradles to sing, made their last salute.
Second Place in Time- 8 Word Challenge Poetry Contest sponsored by A Dear Heart
Categories:
fringing, adventure, pride, tribute, war,
Form: Free verse
Grows the night, tremulous passage nigh
Aught of earth ushered my boat of hope
Tint of virtue brightening cressets
Lights of love, I left behind the shore.
Grows the night, for the glitter I rove
For the lost heaven fringing my fate
Hue of kindness, I shown in the land
Eased the pain of death, while grows the night.
Second Place in Grows the night Poetry Contest sponsored by nette onclaud
Categories:
fringing, boat, death, fate, heaven,
Form: Verse
The crimson disc of cold fire slowly ascends,
sets the edge of the translucent horizon ablaze,
as the cosmic colors the chromatic sky blends,
the sparkle of dew on meadow melts misty haze.
Crisp northern breeze flutters the fragile canopy,
cleaves channels thru’ curled foliage for sunbeam,
splashing gold on leaves rustling on ornate trees,
fringing the fawn vale effulgent in autumn gleam.
The crystal day in azure emptiness shines bright,
dawn to dusk the canvas called sky morphs in color.
Before the radiance of the day is consumed by night
I absorb the dregs of the setting sun's autumn glamor.
October 27, 2019
Brian Strand's Contest : A Brian Strand 2 To 14 Line
Categories:
fringing, autumn, imagery, october, sun,
Form: Rhyme
Tempest
Today it comes: her first hurricane.
She’s eager to get wet, ripping the ply-boards
I had nailed over the blurring panes;
But I, I’ve endured such storms before.
Felt as they fell, the bullet shells of rain,
And nearly drowned in a pool of ammo.
So of disasters I more than well know
Our new roof will be grated by the gales,
Shingles shook longwise the fringing coast,
And our red rafts, rocking, moored with tied tails,
Capsized by waves most bellicose.
Yet she titters like the lights of Christmas,
As I with loud-gulping heart far foresee
A marring of our sea-side vista;
Still she’ll be grinning, gazing up at me,
Dancing agog to the din of collapse.
While the wild winds woo palm trees to, perhaps,
Litter our paradise with leafy debris,
Then howl to cue the clouded troops
Who will level our home with love’s deluge.
Categories:
fringing, allegory, first love, heartbreak,
Form: Verse
fringing striped wingspans collapse majestically on the rocking wharf
April 2, 2016
Sonsor : Timothy Hicks
Categories:
fringing, bird,
Form: Monoku
Somewhere out there
The world is all in slumber
Prayers have been said
Tears have been shed
Where people care waiting for a miracle
Sitting in the window seat
Cozy and warm by the fireplace
I listening to the soft crackling sound
Of golden amber fire
Waiting and looking out the window at the falling snow
Impatiently watching the cloud migrate slowly across the sky
A hidden moon back-lit a large cloud, fringing it with silver
Thrill waiting so long as patience can endure, a lifetime it seems
A soft whine and nudge with a cold wet nose to my face
Startling me to wake with a fright
With the hair on the back of my neck standing upright
As I tremble and brace myself with unutterable shock
Curiosity impelled me to move forward
Drawing nearer made me gasped
With trembles and thrills
Gazing upon shadows movement and the sounds of crunching
Near the fireplace in a high wing-back chair
Sat Old Saint Nicholas holding a cup of hot cocoa
Snacking on the cookies I had left
Listening to the music play “Jolly Old St. Nicholas”
12/7/2015
TREMBLES AND THRILLS - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Categories:
fringing, christmas,
Form: Free verse
Lonely as ever, yet alone, he is never.
Spending every waking hour surrounded by superficialism,
Never reaching the true feeling of existentialism,
But always fringing on the edge of self-absortion in the feelings of regret,
Recognizing the emotional imbalance,
Clearly caused by inabilities;
Over-empathetic
Under-motivated
Underappreciated to a point of hopeless painful feelings of invisibility
Meant only to transcend into the inevitable devotion,
An unjust loyalty to an emotional tsunami,
The wave of feelings crashing into a wall of inner-neglection,
Leading to the ultimate display of True Knowledge,
Masked by the veil of lies and dangerous philosophies,
Under which the dark sorrow within lurks,
Waiting for one to stray too close,
Waiting for one like me.
Categories:
fringing, confusion, depression, lonely, lost,
Form: Free verse
Here I fall down to vanish in the air
up I go to form the cloud and again
I fall upon the sea and I fall upon the desert
I fall upon the mountain cliff and I fall upon the fringing reef
I fall to shape the rainbow and I fall to cause the flood
I fall to flow in the river and I fall to flow in the blood
I fall and fall gain, just to fall for that one leaf
when I know this is the moment I have been falling for through out my life
Categories:
fringing, happiness, life, love,
Form: Light Verse
Gilded parasol on horizon's edge twirling
Twilight's lamp shade dying embers swirling
Sun's spent beams with embroidered frills quilting
Patchwork of tinctured gases simmering
Deep red, burnt orange ridges brimming
Violet, creme pastels periphery fringing
Dusk's opaque veil with palling shadows dimming
Categories:
fringing, nature
Form: Rhyme
Covering amongst
day’s festivity,
night’s tiny
sparkle –
his eyes,
muttering the
lurk of
a damp,
somber dawn;
the trickling
of hued
droplets fringing
the wavering
green of
dark, deep
wells;
the sweep
of an owl,
cutting past
the daggers
of wind,
the flesh of
my
controlled reflexes.
His day of
Mosaic
intuitions –
my night
of his
absence.
Categories:
fringing, love
Form: Free verse