'Tis melodious music resonant has gone deep,
Tenor cleft trembling audaciously within,
Like sea, audibly searching immensely steep,
Vocalizing many universes therein.
Violin, Xylophone, banjo, bass guitar 'tis befall!
Ambience sensation Ah soothing, pleasing tremor,
Forming audibly, crescendo shift staves squall,
Softens our e'ver stony heart like th' stemmer.
Euphony that's nostalgia intense emotion,
Sounding harmoniously wanting, an' wondering,
Instrumental fortissimo that brings notion,
Stillness, sounding turns resoundingly thundering.
Enthralls our unfathomable emotion, ring,
Induces enraptured soul never before,
Our determination echoes so despairing,
Audacious Phoenix ablaze into bright galore!
I'll take a trip with my imagination
I'll surf on the waves of reality
I'll ask my conscience for clarification
Then flirt and wink at my frailty
A spectrum of all that can be
Is cluttered by reality's mist
It hardens with what i need to see
But i punch through it with desire's fist
No more shall i be held
No less than should be
I'll be measured by how hard i ring Tartarus's bells
And signaling to all that i am free
Why are you found between the silences after culminations of art?
The pianissimos of ballad chords
I whisper a song beneath the hollows of my lips with eyes closed as if to pray.
And as if to say:
You are everywhere.
As I ghost bolero alone with mannequins made of air.
Hold Fast, Wake Not From Such Imaginative Dreams
I woke to exist within a splinter of Light
Leaving behind vanity and pleasures of night
An enigma, a soul fleeing from surging blight
Alone upon a racing sea of newborn sight.
Hold fast, wake not from such imaginative dreams.
Tarry thee longer, flee not to darkened world's schemes.
I saw, birth of frost adorning a brighten morn
Heaving joy and soft pain to have been thus reborn
Twas' I, a messenger from a world badly torn
Else blind beggar, worthy of only scathing scorn.
Hold fast, wake not from such imaginative dreams.
Tarry thee longer, flee not to darkened world's schemes.
I spoke, broad meadow issued bountiful reply
Flowers gasping loudly as I gave but mild sigh
Below virgin ground moaned, above wide sunny sky
Then alone, another dream, soul sought to deny.
Hold fast, wake not from such imaginative dreams.
Tarry thee longer, flee not to darkened world's schemes.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-27- 2022
Rhyme, ( Imagination soaring, words born from a dream )
Note:
Waking to very swiftly rise,
Ink down what had arrived
Soon cometh, earth's new sunrise
I exist still, life a surprise
A pink polka-dotted unicorn flies high
over the land of fairies, with flare and heart.
And zany birds and wacky cats wave goodbye,
in paintings filled with imaginative art.
(Quatrain)
7/27/2021
Flair and Fun Quatrain Contest Poetry Contest
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Poetry missing,
Words in my mind scattering.
Stories incomplete,
Scenes in my mind animating.
Drawings dissatisfying,
Visions in my mind manifesting.
Artistry depletes,
Ideas in my mind revitalizing.
Dreams shattering,
Thoughts in my mind realizing.
Creativity fading,
Feelings in my mind restoring.
The Imaginative Lad
The blissful boy at the kitchen
table,delineating his Christmas list.
His Pomeranian puppy licking his cold,
growing, beautiful toes.
Hot chocolate ambiances and
wheat toast, zephyrs up his nose.
He is a prodigious child,with a
temperament, so marvelously mild.
Learning from grandmother to
write classic poetry.
"No one-liner poems from you,"
pronounced she.
"Use your heritage, our beautiful
English language!"
On Christmas Day, Grandmother
received a book of sonnets, which
he authored!
In a green velvet notebook with
a red satin ribbon outstanding upon it.
Grandmother had passed on the
glory of English!
For his Christmas,he was given books
of the Poetry Masters.
Wrapped in loving gold under the great
scented, Balsam tree.
He unwrapped them with joy.
Words to live with him.
For decades, ever after.
November 23, 2019
Imaginative
And fantastical
Ideas from my muse
A mysterious
Missive in my mind
Leaping dancing
An opening
Of possible
Dream paths
Delightful
Insightful
Cleverly
Quickly
Jotted
Poem
Falling in love felt like crossing the longest ocean
My nerves just couldn't break out of the shell
I thought it insecure, terrifying and probably depressive
Yet the thought of warm and tight hugs impressed me
The cuddling and staring at someone like forever
All this happened in my dreams
Because reality was like the darkest sky
My being fades in your world
I would say if ever I fell in love, my heart would break
I had never been there before
And when it came, it was a massive mess
An attack in an indescribable manner
The meeting point is often too transparent
Though it is so thin and quick
I see you in my dreams and stare at you
This mystery I will explore
I can love you with every vein in me
This way it feels right to love you in my dreams.
I am imaginative and always seem to daydream,
About fairies and rainbows and colorful cones of ice cream.
Imaginative artist
You have beauty and charm.
You are interesting and intriguing.
Your soul is dark; I like your art;
When you sink I want to be sinking.
You are hopeful; I’m a romantic.
I think we could do it.
You are as doubtful as I am.
Let’s not even take the chance.
Would you like one final dance,
To say goodbye to what once was,
And all that might have been?
Your smile blew me away, so far;
I like the way you think.
Your mother is a delightful Queen
And it is quite clear that she loves you.
Could you love me too?
Would you allow me to fall in love with you?
With all I only show half my being;
Every piece of me, except the poetry.
I cannot predict what will happen tomorrow,
But the tragedy is what might have been.
Throw our hearts in,
For the truth is…
I only want,
An imaginative artist.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Tiny package under the tree
Could not be my wish come true
But note inside addressed to me
Leads me to something shiny new
Standing proud in the driveway
The thing I very most desire
A bicycle red finally came my way!
Of this gift I'd never tire
At times this bike would be a horse
Steady gait then galloping free
Nostrils flaring and snorting of course
As I pressed in with my knee
Now the bike's a Harley grand
Eating the highway as we go
Leather seat and steel kickstand
Tires trimmed and built for show
A race car and a speedboat too
Many things this bike became
Like the years it took me through
This bike was never once the same
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