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The Silent Kiss

"For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed." - beautifulnow.is
 
          Autumn tiptoed in after summer.
  I reminisce of the silent kiss 
she left as droplets on the delicate florets 
of one beautiful, bright chrysanthemum.
        Her early morning tryst went undetected
   until the evidence of it glistened
in the light of a sweet September dawn.

            I spotted that lovely mum blushing pink
from the visit Autumn made just before King Sun peeked down
       from his throne of gold on high in the brilliant sky
when he caught the goddess bidding a fond farewell
     to the flower she had been deliciously romancing.

Too many times to count has Autumn visited
     other flowers, leaving her fleeting touch of love
which puts a glow on their pretty petaled faces,
           but each of her kisses is evanescent.
In that moment I recall, one chrysanthemum 
             glowed most gloriously from the silent kiss.

The Silent Kiss

“The fusion of her lips with his took him 
to the edge of the stilled time,
across the silent waves of euphoria.” – By Poet


The pristine patina of the unfurled rose 
          glistened like garnet on your lilac lips,
mingled with mine they seemed like the melody 
    of the shimmering dew at sunrise,
resonating in the flushing meadow 
of my heart pulsating with longing
         that rolled the waves of euphoria
from the receding shore of the ecstatic time.

Floating entranced on the fragrant air of your allure 
         I devoured the flavor of lust 
    from the luscious contours of your yearning lips. 
Your crimson enticement stoked up
         my flaming desire, turning my craving 
into gleaming ember of fervent love.
In its afterglow fused with the hues of the setting sun 
    I still feel the sensual pleasure of the silent kiss.

Like Diamonds - Bite sized 120

Shimmering cascades of tumbling clear water free falling.

Tiny sparkling crystal-like droplets escaped the mighty deluge.

Sun soaked the waterfall glistened like diamond jewelry.

The Precious Jewels

"The days are jewels, keep them with care". Jackie Kennedy

    Aquamarine were summers with siblings 
      beneath skies of blue riding bikes or swimming.
        Days of emerald too were times we spent outside -
barefoot on our lawn, badminton rackets in hand.
      We’d stroll past Grandpa’s cornfield down the country lane
        searching for raspberries to pluck.
Such awesome times of jade were games we played outside.

Rose quartz I collected as romantic daydreams.
    Stories I read in books (depending on their plot)
      glittered like gems of amethyst or citrine. 
Pearls were winter weekends spent sledding or skating
        but diamonds were holidays with family.

Opal’s shifting colors were my school days.
        Slumber parties glistened an iridescent pink.  
      With my sisters I'd talk into black onyx nights
    and chase summer’s fireflies that shimmered peridot.

Most fondly of all do I recall first love.
      Red ruby’s passion set my heart aglow.
    No other memories have shone more brightly than
        the precious jewels of my youth.

Petals Of Peace

Tumultuous time came unheralded
in my life that wandered in the wasteland.
When in the crushing clasp of suffering
my heart broke and writhed in pain,
I searched for the comfort of calm arms,
but found none to cling consoled.

Plunged in the stormy sea of agony,
I tried to swim through the dark night
to the safe shore afar not in sight.
I heard a voice from within tell me,
get detached from the delusive desire,
see hope dawn with the new sunrise.

My broken heart then grew wings,
flew free across the sunburst horizon
to the valley of blooming flowers,
where fragrance floated in spring air
under the cerulean serene sky,
that glistened on the grey of gloom.

In my tranquil mesmerized mind
the floral shower of beguiling bliss
drizzled with the cadence of ecstasy.
In the inner sanctum of sublime solitude 
I sensed in the bud of essence the soul unfurls
piece by piece the petals of peace.

Simmer

The simmer of a summer sky
                   by favor of the golden sun
Invites my mind to seek and play
                  such memories of summer fun

Recalling lust of days gone by
       for sands of youth on beaches fair
Still tickles toes as oceans spray
               and salted breezes dance on air

For tantalizing tan-lined skin
      all copper toned in glistened  glow
I further reach inside my thought 
                  remembering, my senses flow

The simmer of such sanguine spin
                   on summer reverie in heat
Still scorches as my brain is caught
         and summer’s sandals burn my feet

essentia

my arms remained open, 
but you were no where to be found. 
I tried ignoring you and the blood that claimed we were bound. 
retreat is a step away but my feet won't listen, 
inflated with loneliness I questioned you from that glass you glistened. 
you never answered. 

still with open arms, 
I asked you who you were, 
I demanded your core, 
but was given a value holding an unknown value. 
I was given nothing. 
disappointed and disgusted you bathed me in pity and grief, 
like some stinking skeptical stray. 

with wide open arms, 
I won't await your response, 
meet me on the highway to success,
 maybe the name I carve for myself shall glimmer,
 maybe I'll simmer on your exquisite outline, 
even so my desire shall not be quenched.

Dawn by the Mountainside

As the last thread of darkness bids
farewell, it took a swipe at their 
peaks,
A thick coat of mist casts a wet blanket
over their faces and swiftly leaves,
Then, out comes the glow of Dawn’s 
first golden rays cascading warmth all 
over them,
Giant guardians of the earth, through 
it all, the mountains stood in silence,
Dawn by the Mountainside, both beautiful 
and harsh, taught me a lesson in patience 
and endurance.

As the world awakes, songbirds herald
in the break of a new day,
A gentle wind begins to stir, caressing 
everything in its way,
Leaves from the valley's tall trees made
a soft musical sound,
And the sunlight glistened as it danced 
across the winding river,
Oh, dawn by the mountainside is full of 
treasures I’m blessed to have found.

In nature’s open space of solitude and
serenity, worries melt away,
And hearts can find peace in the 
graceful beauty of its view,
So, walk by where the mountains stand
in the early morn,
For dawn by the Mountainside,
refreshes the soul and ignites the fire 
in the heart, making you feel alive and 
spankingly anew.




by Zyrool

Amour

           Misty mystic night marveled mesmerized.
           Cobalt blue cerulean ambient glistened.
           Nascent crescent descent Moon sparkling 
           My dormant dreams drinking desires                
             Tingling passion, lingering urge surging.
            I pressed my lips to seal my love.

something about that jazz

as we danced every step was discovery, the creaking patio hardwood
rhythmic and soulful. the light was wet, it’d just rained. under the melting
evening sky time softened, dripped. we glistened, jewels in the night. something
about that jazz, we moved though we can’t dance, we were the piano keys, the air
frolicking around the strings, the breath of every hum. the music was red, freedom
pulsed. I don’t know where we were or when it was, I remember being pulled from
this world by hands soft like the jazz. we danced. as the warm sax blew; we basked
the fuzz, the feeling, the sound, the tears on our eyelids shivering. our shadows
stretched into the earth, laying slender on the sand, in insignificance we revel.
something about that jazz, we slow danced, stepping on each other’s toes - but
it didn’t matter. the sun was going down, we tripped onto the ground. the
hardwood moaned, we laughed. the music slowed, you kicked off your red shoes
the ones you got to wear because it was finally summer. and i lay there, still in your
arms for the very last time, how was i to know that it would be the final. but it was

Of A Pen And A Book

Book by book,
I see the hook,
How about we have a look,
Don't make me choke,
I am with a bottle of Coke,
I hear a creek,
I am not a Greek,
The shrubs are on a bleak,
Glistened by the sleek,
I soften my cheek,
Keep me in check,
For the high-tech,
I smell a stench,
Without a blench,
I learned in French,
I did not sench,
Into a trench,
I'm blanch,
I went on blank,
I did not want to stay submerged,
I on a search,
For a lurch,
That I could not wait for my lunch,
I sat on a hunch,
I go for a punch,
Wait, it is the launch,
I would not move an inch,
That starts with an itch,
I did not put a salt on my stitch,
To worsen the condition of a hitch,
I run away with a glitch,
I am out of reach,
For more research,
Of what I found and searched.

Dark Waters

Emotional Burdens Set Sail on Dark Waters Lagoon
Adrift, Under the Soft Light of the Waxing Crescent Moon
Subtle the Reflection, the Tapered Lunar
Gently Glistened Dark and Murky Ethereal Water
The Rippled Surface Parted to Embrace Oshun's Daughter
Dark Waters, Uncharted Enchanted Tantric Whispers
With Urgency, Implores the Mystic Explorer
Seeking Light in the Dark
Hoping for Star Lights to Illuminate a Path
Opaque and  Obscure Neptunian Watery Depth
Bubbles revealing a Treasure Cave where Creativity is Kept
Nurturing Seeds of Aspiration
Dark Waters Incubate Newly Conceived Inspiration
Piscean Streams of Motivation Needed
To Aide the Birth of the Water Lily Seeded
Dark Water, Dark Moon Daughter
Now Submerged In Blissful Abysmal Depths
Dreamy Trance, Her Secrets the Dark Waters Kept.

The song of the graveyard

Ghostly whispers from the graveyard undernead
A slight happiness of the songs that hum in the wind
Divine in sight, and humble in beauty
The moon glistened under the radiant sky
Rich in the morning, happy in the night,
Light' mid the fervor of thy lovely eyes,
Under the sun and past without the light,
Sorrow was in the thou for thy bright eye!

Look again

Look at those glimmering orbs, 
glazed like galaxies in an unending space.
Look at those glittering lips,
curving up like a cresent moon on face.
Look at those blushed apples,
like those of babies adored in embrace.
Look at those clouds tied with violet ribbons,
dancing away in grace.
Oh! the mellifluous melody it seems,
don't you want to just join in? 
Now look again,
look at those glimmering orbs, 
glistened with tears, mind in daze.
Look at those glittered lips,
eclipsing the waning heart in case.
Look at those blushed apples,
flustered by desperation to win in race.
Look at those clouds tied in violet ribbons,  shackled in lace to flail in place.
Ah! the malicious malady it seems,
do you still want to join in?

Aegean Sea

The sea never dulls me; it lulls, calms and relaxes me.
It sends me into a trance, like when I dance, in a state of peace.
In stillness, I feel free, serene, glee; yet, aware of things I hear and see.

The Aegean Sea cruise in Turkey rendered spectacular views, while we
were amused and bemused by our guide with a big smile with Greece
in Europe and Turkey in Asia with glory of each nation and story of the sea.

In Thera, stood, gazed at the moon’s glow on the blue  hue of the sea,
at the hotel’s own beach, talked how our fun in the sun tour would cease.
Sunshine made blue domes glistened and the sea clear blue, a must see!

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