A painted smile,
A hollow laugh that rings too true,
Bright, blinding eyes,
That weave a gorgeous lie for you.
A borrowed hug,
That feigns a warmth it cannot hold,
And sugar words,
To trap you in a web of gold.
Sweet, fleeting hours,
That hide the rage they try to drown,
A heavy truth,
That wears a lovely, lying crown.
Love lights the flames.
Protected by Love.
Under the moon and skies we fly to our King.
Love binds us all.
Trusting in Love to guide the way.
Anna forever.
These Masters at deception and false claims,
where veracity is not seen as virtue,
will lose their cool when challenged and shamed.
They can’t be accused of being true blue.
In the Pink Room – for good luck – on the Throne
where the gilded lily flakes, he resides
to read the daily headline news alone –
now redacted to mere gibberish guides.
Amber were the rays of morning sun.
Slowly, it rose above dawn's horizon,
warming waves beneath cloudy skies.
Its gilded reflection rippled over the sea
and like flames, blazed its way to shore.
morn's gilded sunrise
yawns in cerulean skies ~
gleaming o'er the sea
IN A GILDED INSTANT
The monarch’s wings opened as a picture book, fluttering by. It glided, uncertain but undeterred, through a gentle haze of gold and shadow, the garden’s hush punctuated by the faint murmur of leaves. Sunlight filtered in rare skeins, dappling the monarch’s patterned wings as it hovered, hesitated, and then pressed onward—a flicker stitched between petal and air. The world, for one gilded instant, seemed spun from elegant silk.
Painted in oranges, kissed with black lace,
the monarch glides through the air and
pirouettes in a ballet of grace.
Oh, to witness her beauty, a fleeting affair
a living poem, a jeweled muse~
a moment suspended in delicate air.
(Poem written for USPS Stamp Poetry Contest, Robert James Liguori, sponsor)
In the hour of each golden dawn
nature exposes her ambient light.
She weaves pastel threads aloft
as sunlight becomes a gifted artist
painting the day as a gilded tapestry.
Morning's golden light showers damp
Misty mare beauty in its breath
River's silent stream flows where it stood
Petals shimmer in earthy embrace
When waves harmonized with calm air
Life's gritty stains are washed away
Sun shines proud on its ground
Tattle spins, lost in its warm reverie
Blinded by the brightest stroke
Even radiance was deemed nothing
Waves came and went as days were spent
Rising up in tranquility, nothing to the eyes
I look at stars in sky of midnight blue
Moonlight and roses remind me of you
I see and hear you in all sorts of things
In the babbling brooks, rivers, streams and springs.
Birdsong in the morning, droplets of dew
White clouds passing by, and bright sunshine too
In the patter of soft showers of rain
In the rendition of a sweet refrain.
In spring when fresh leaves upon trees appear
The summer that fills humans hearts with cheer
Autumn that paints the world red, rust and gold
Fireside in winter when weather is cold.
Singing carols at Christmas, sung with joy
For the birth of the world's sweet baby boy
Celebrating with family and friends
A special time when peace on earth transcends.
The laughter of children at play outside
Sight of a groom and adorable bride
All things remind me of my mother’s love
Gilded in gold dust from fairies above.
he watches me and whispers, come- then ... I am within the frame with him
Summer's green vistas sang a farewell tune
as bare limbs gently swayed in a chill wind.
It swept o'er hills, beneath a harvest moon,
filching leaves; a theft it could not rescind.
Autumn is gilded with bucolic hues.
Fawn feathered birds wing in indigo skies.
Burnished umbers and rusts imbued with blues
on a landscaped palette, my eyes apprise.
Nature's artistry paints without a brush,
picturesque valleys in ginger and gold.
Rouged in the season of red crimson blush.
Fall's grandeur provides bright scenes to behold.
Vivid, the months when from mountain to sea,
they're washed in beauty's prismatic esprit.
Bumped between summer sweat and winter wallop ~ Fall’s gilded glory glows
Drowsy diurnal dreams drop like raindrips ~ from my quenching quill
Lost in a labyrinth of
Glistening sights
Infinitely out of reach,
Trembling amidst sweeping mistrals,
Fabricating a life of nostalgic allusions,
Caught in lapsed reveries, of
Restless arias and faint rustlings
Sequestering my rampant aura,
Bleeding in russet naivety,
Evaporating in silent elegies.
Dawn's light awakened sleepy eyes ~ twas of sunflowers in the meadow
greeting their namesake
an ochre field in full bloom ~
petals gold gilded
Brown-eyed cyclops swaying in the breeze
Like turbulent waves in roiling seas
Standing upright on stems of great height
Sunflowers bow their heads at twilight
June 9, 2023
A Monoku, Haiku and 4 Lines of Rhyme
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
In my heart,
Where it all starts,
I’ll build a cage for you;
Bring you wine and food.
I’ll tend your every need,
Patch you when you bleed.
Trapped within my mind,
You won’t leave me behind.
I’ll write new dreams for us:
They will be glorious!
So much that we will do,
Adventures shared by two.
The endless games we’ll play
Ensure you’ll always stay
And won’t attempt escape.
Your prison’s gold and gilded-
I know because I built it-
With locks that can’t be breached.
My long and crushing reach
Will tether you to me
For all eternity.
Break out that winning smile:
You’ll be with me a while.
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