compelled each day to plod that beach
her dazzlings - quite beyond my reach
those eyes like jade and deep as death
that whispered “come” in witching breath
soft-danced, those briny bullions rolled
bright cresting swells with coins of gold
that she claimed hers to snatch and save
such wealth, that girl beneath the waves …
that wealth now gilds … her lovers’ graves.
Copyright © 2025 Gregory Richard Barden
Categories:
gilds, analogy, fantasy, mythology,
Form: Rhyme
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Dew Fresh Morn
With dawn of dew fresh morn
A smiling sun
Gilds the clear horizon
Behind the hills
Spreads sparks of hope afield
And is on run
Across the azure sky
To shine with thrill!
Categories:
gilds, appreciation, hope, morning, sky,
Form: Other
Golfing golden-age gentleman gladly gives go ahead-
gilds golf game, gets glory,
goofball glitzy gold digger girlfriend giggles
Categories:
gilds, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Alliteration
Children of the macrocosmic implosion
grow the seeds of bioluminescent oxytocin
Symbiotic by design, the prana and the potion
That dihydrogen monoxide flow of all word spoken
Existential kintsugi thaws out every heart frozen
and gilds the cracks in every single circle unbroken
Those chosen?
Those awoken here to serve in devotion
with the motion of the ocean
Salt of Earth for the wounds that will open
We, the tides that choose to rise
Open eyes and light the skies
We, the lanterns on the darkest paths
Compasses that guide
So we stay loyal to the mission
Seek absolution of division
Bring the North, the South, the East, the West
a centralized vision
A whole revision, it's vital
A microcosmic revival
Let the ripples make the waves that lift us
out of survival
DIY EMF from inside you
Evergreen that exhales to ignite you
Eat the fruits of the Spirit that light you
and watch the Universe grow to provide you
Categories:
gilds, blessing, creation, destiny, i
Form: Rhyme
Autumn's crisp, dry leaves crackle underfoot;
adding a crunch to the grandeur of Fall.
Squirrels scamper about as if hard-put
to gather acorns, then bury them all.
Nature crochets a shroud for Summer's death;
using colored leaves that fell from the trees.
And the air holds a chill that frosts your breath;
quickly dispersed by a brisk Autumn breeze.
A kaleidoscope of orange and golds;
add to Fall's ever-changing scenery.
And Autumn's annual pageant unfolds
as Jack Frost gilds all of the greenery.
Yellow, scarlet, vermillion, and cerise;
ink the pathways for the migrating geese.
Categories:
gilds, autumn, beautiful, beauty, change,
Form: Sonnet
The Love I love lacks the eyes of a doe,
There are beauties that boast of much better—
The body and bewitching face that awe,
Yet, her modest assets tend to fetter,
My garden earth with a deep shade of grey,
Has more reddish tinge than that on her lips,
Day’s dying dusk more lustre, men to sway,
O than the lingering smile that she keeps,
Her visage has warmth of late autumn's eve,
I see wilted rose in her wrinkled cheeks,
The bouquet of her bosom that oft reeks
So foul, would make brave-hearts her room to leave….
What works for me is far from any art—
I just love her for gold that gilds her heart.
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Sonnet |16.11.2008| love, heart
Categories:
gilds, beauty, heart, love,
Form: Sonnet
"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone
Hot white sand sticks,
tingles the salacious sense
of beach-braced feeling,
clad in skimpy bikini.
Out of the blue the golden sun gilds
the skin unconcealed,
lubricious assets fix attention focus,
the imagination latitude narrows.
The construct of the consummate mind,
the unsculpted bikini body beguiles.
Categories:
gilds, body, sexy,
Form: Free verse
The sea scatters oyster shells on its shores,
adorning Gaia with its treasured gifts.
Oysters have shed pearls since the dinosaurs;
seeding sandy beaches between tide shifts.
Mother-of-pearl colors a glassy sky
as Dawn merges with the blue of the sea.
And time is in no hurry to slip by,
escorting endless waves ashore carefree.
Sol's light gilds the sand, and gold filigree
set with quartz crystals sparkles in the sun.
And an oyster open for all to see
proudly holds a pearl that Nature has spun.
The sea bestows its riches on the Earth,
where humans can appreciate their worth.
Categories:
gilds, beach, beautiful, beauty, image,
Form: Sonnet
dawn’s gold dust gilds the plants
color blast unfurls the cute buds
sparkling spring’s splendid canvas
I see painted in mystique meadow
beguiles me as I saunter entranced
Categories:
gilds, flower, spring,
Form: Verse
dawn’s gold dust gilds plants
color blast unfurls cute buds …
spring’s splendid painting
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April 6, 2023
Contest : A New Nature Themed Haiku
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin
Categories:
gilds, color, nature, spring,
Form: Haiku
Your
allure
draws
the tide
to the shore.
Ripples
sigh
secrets
of the sea;
lyrical love
sweeps and seeps..
as stars
like
fireflies
wow the skies,
a moon-
beam
gilds the
waves.
Categories:
gilds, beach, beauty, love, moon,
Form: Verse
At the time of ethereal elegance of twilight,
Whenever a voluptuous moon
lolls low on a silvery serene sea
and gilds the canopy of trees,
the hilltops, the meandering streams
and the languorously reclining lakes.
My muse appears to me
from nowhere like a dream,
Like a flash of inspiration
to a muddled mind and
evokes moods of mystical ecstasy.
She glides gracefully towards me
like an elusive wreath of smoke
and gathers me in her embrace
like a silken robe
hovering around me
like a whiff of fragrance.
She appears as a stirring
source of fantasy and vision,
Like the magnificent Northern lights
displaying luminous draperies
on a star-spangled polar nights,
Like a spectacular rainbow burst
after an intense shower
Like a shooting star
Like a blessed apparition;
I take her, as one would,
a reluctant bride
with gentle persuasion
and resilient arms.
~Contest: My Muse
~Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
gilds, muse,
Form: Free verse
The flood of agony inundates the debris of hope
The weed-webbed fallow terrain languishes within
Piles up the wreckage of the life unlived
As the garden of rapture turns into bare badland.
The meadow of future waits for me to be walked
The alchemy of fantasy invents the magical glitter of gold
Gilds the rusted crust of the withering present
Marigold of ecstasy blooms in the Midas-touched mind.
Wrapped by the golden rays of the setting sun
The entranced mind rolls on the high waves of life
Pulled within the gloomy trough of anguish
Crashes on the shore shaped by the shadow of dismal past.
The castle I build with golden sands disappears in the sea
And I follow over the decay the footprints of destiny
To the eroded wasteland of the time present
At the end of the aureate dream I dreamt.
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December 22, 2022
Title Chosen : Reverse Midas Touch
Contest : This Or That, Vol. 15
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
Categories:
gilds, analogy, dream, life,
Form: Free verse
How pleasant, now, to think of times gone by,
Of childhood, youth, of family, and friends.
How strange, at times, to see where mem'ry wends.
How swiftly, now, with age those mem'ries fly.
Like fireflies, some glow brightly, then they die,
While some's incessant glimmer never ends,
And some with which I have not made amends.
Still pleasant, though, to think of times gone by,
And even if the bad outweigh the good,
I wouldn't change one of them if I could.
Each mem'ry's worth its weight in precious gold,
A treasure trove that's mine alone to hold.
Such lovely thoughts that time cannot erase.
Each gilds and glorifies its time and place.
Categories:
gilds, introspection, memory,
Form: Sonnet
Where should we go for what we leave behind
don't reach us like spears?
We, toys with moldable meat
at the time of the full moon
feeling the whip of the wind
and the icy glare of moonlight
in the dark angle of these corners
astonished at how the simple branch of pine
cries a drop of dew on the blades of grass
We see how much they crave the first sun
he dares, infamous
he is insidious and powerful
as he gilds the edge of the light
he possesses the savagery of potent heat
Who insect would not extend their limbs
seeking the redemption from this burning hope?
There are four monthly moons
if you want to fish
There are four daily tides
if you don't want to drown.
Categories:
gilds, moon, sun, weather,
Form: Prose
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