In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind.
When life contains no difficulty, golden days
feather float soft perspectives thru freedom airs.
No stress settings shrill chaotic alarms -
releasing my tensions to joy's whispered peace.
(1st stanza written by poet, Silent One and 2nd by me as per a contest's requirements)
Categories:
golder, anxiety, appreciation, conflict, confusion,
Form: Free verse
golden flecks and reflected light
float slowly to the base
caught in hands reaching high
and splash against my face
painting my skin a golder tint
washing cares away
i give them my time to spend
and lay down in their grave
Categories:
golder, angst, death, happiness, life,
Form: I do not know?
I DREAMT
I WAS WATCHING
MY MOM AND POP AT 80
HAVING EROTIC SEX
THEY WERE JOINED
BY AN ELDERLY
GOLDER MEIR
AND
HENRY KISSINGER
AND
A YOUNGER CHER
IT WAS VERY EXPLICIT AND CLEAR
GOLDER DID IT ALL
AND
HENRY LIKED THE REAR
WHILE CHER CALLED OUT
THE NUMBERS
IN RAPID SUCCESSION
68 44 86 101
OH WHAT FUN
BUTT
NOT
WHEN SEEN
THROUGH
THE GUILT OF A SON.
Categories:
golder, life,
Form: Free verse
SEPTEMBER SUNSET OVER ST. PETERSBURG
Final fling of color and movement from the sun
Celebration of life before it’s done.
Bits and pieces of beauty criss-crossed
And all is higgledy, but still filled and tossed -
Like a rainbow salad mixed up in the sky’s bowl
With colored stripes of beauty - and spread over the oval
Nodding orange behind the Cathedral of St. Isaac,
Against the blue bowl looming black.
The leading edges of each higgle glow golder
As the trailing edges dim, darker, older :
And the orange juice spreads behind the museum
Then pours between the storefronts, turning them
To Gideon’s shields, momentarily flaring bright
To hide the departure of the citrus orb to the night.
The higgledy darkens, slowly bruising
Into purple streaks, westward flooding and oozing.
As the day dies unmourned,
The western sky is unadorned.
.............................................................
Written by Sydney Peck
2 August 2013
Categories:
golder, nature, beauty, beauty, ,
Form: Imagism
No history's books with golder trim
ever recorded her sweet name...
softer than a warm rainfall,
she only listened to her call.
Away, swifter than lightning, into the sunless forest
she rode the whitest horse in her dazzling wool dress;
and by her undeniable amazon looks, one surely knew
Rain had the strength and audacity of riding through.
In mediaval times, men seeking many adventures
could become mercenary soldiers
to fight a Holy War in the Crusades...
and Rain protected those wild and pristine lands.
Brave and willing women were excluded from every battle,
by being harshly told to hush...suppressing their pain,
but courageous Rain changed all that with a refrain,
" I'll defy anyone pillaging the grasslands and not tremble!"
Categories:
golder, adventure, happiness, history, love,
Form: Rhyme