Long Aquamarine Poems
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Take a walk with me within the forest
gravel path, laced in peach and yellow leaves.
Inhale the spirit of air it surrounds.
Listen to the crunch and shift of coarse gravel,
see the dust rise upwards beneath our shoes,
and feel the cool wind blow our hair across our faces.
Stop, view of the bank, against large white rocks
and tall green and withered sedge blades. Listen
to the hastening heartbeat resonance
of transparent aquamarine, cool river,
where it runs deep, flowing downhill.
Tree limbs full of a brilliant autumn palette
of colors sway as the breeze quickens its pace.
Take a walk with me and breathe a piece
of heaven that beckons and awakens my spirit.
10/17/2020
I dream every night, she brags. I am wearing an aquamarine chiffon dress, and I am doing the tango.
I hate her a bit, for I do not recall even a petite part of my dreams.
Last night I was dancing with a handsome stranger, he was wearing a tuxedo, she said.
Good. I have never been fond of tuxedos. Now I despise them, and men who wear them.
We lived in a gorgeous house, and we looked down on the little people, she said.
Her true self is coming into the conversation now.
Another teacher in the lunchroom catches my eye.
We throw back our heads and laugh.
We cannot stop.
We are cry-laughing now.
What? She asks, having no idea.
There is no way to explain.
Sparkle of dawn perks up inert callow greens
Inviting a resurgence of dormant waterfalls
When spring ignites revival of river’s journey
Hidden far behind the soaring mountaintops.
A blue bird lingers on a pink flowery branch
Watching vibrant tulips in a graceful dance
Where fragrant breeze sways budding fields
As golden daybreak proposes a lyrical scene.
Adoring pinkish white cherry blossom trees
People cherish vistas of reflective river basin
Meandering through a garden of red roses
Wearing glitter of pleasantry on their faces.
Yellow blossoms rise from long green stems
Where red blooms comingle cohesive ways
And butterflies roam searching sweet nectar
Celebrating gleefully abundance of flowers.
Sky has resumed wearing aquamarine blue
Dissipating the vestiges of melancholic hues
As spring's passion makes it abundantly clear
A season of fervent love is flirting in the air.
February 28, 2018
Placed first in standard contest #160 by Brian Strand
As I memorize these perfect sunsets,
the sky goes from bright red to tangerine.
The world is mine and I have no regrets.
I’ll drag the ocean home in my pockets
a reminder of this bewitching scene,
as I memorize these perfect sunsets.
Enjoying unwinding with tea and sweats,
it’s back to my normal evening routine.
The world is mine and I have no regrets.
I ran carefree throughout all the inlets
a vision brought back by aquamarine,
as I memorize these perfect sunsets.
My hair hangs damp in waterfall ringlets,
I hold a peace I could not have foreseen.
The world is mine and I have no regrets.
Souvenirs mean more than any assets,
flashbacks are a portal to what I’ve seen.
As I memorize these perfect sunsets,
the world is mine and I have no regrets.
When I set the sound mode up on stage core,
Just a banal torch lit up as I swayed on a dance floor;
I jigged, shook and turned round and round,
A light on focus was remote until it was found.
I knew, I only used a single tone of penlight that glow,
But some ravens dropped by with a baneful blow;
I remained on stage shivering with tears in my eyes,
Groping around with a frozen body, I just thought twice.
I reset the sound mode with led disco ball light,
It revolved to emit various colors by laser bright!
I stood again on stage to dance and explore,
Lemon, crimson and lavender were in large down pour.
I continued performing my dance steps in variations,
Along with flashes of lilac, tangerine, coral and watermelon;
Overwhelmed by aquamarine, chartreuse and saffron,
Led disco ball light may’ve diverted to others the ravens’ attention.
April 19, 2021 3.26pm
Changing Colors Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Note: When I set the tag of italics other words followed. Sorry.
Shades of Awakening
Cool of the moon dampened the heat of the sun.
Corals of sleep invigorate the restful one.
Falling awake on this crystal clear morn,
Into cerulean, my soul is born.
Naked and relaxed, aquamarine inspired,
Freedom of expression aligns, with what is desired.
Torso eases heavenward, raising the headless mind higher,
The soul whispers chartreuse, countering any mire.
The nose is the first to welcome, summer’s warm breath,
Lilac reminiscence, of youthful ambition’s clash with death.
Eyes ease open with a newborn's stare,
Taking lavender and wonder, of what may be there.
The sun’s rays creep evermore slowly into morning’s night.
Providing focus and saffron, toward the One true Light.
Silent beauty abounds, and finally words begin to take shape,
Lemon thoughts of what may lie beyond the drape.
With a backward bounce rolling into an upward leap,
A tangerine mind set robs gravity of its attempt to keep.
As if steadied with a rare watermelon tourmaline,
The first step of the day brims with summertime hues unforeseen.
BLUE FAIRY
I fell in love as I chanced to glance the girl dressed in blue,
gazing at azure sky embracing aquamarine ocean.
In cyanic horizon.
I lost myself sinking deep deeper deepest in her sapphire eyes
Indigo twilight blending in teal mist spreading lavender shades.
Crowd of cluster of cumulus cloud turning turquoise on Sundown.
Clad in blue attire sweet maiden scattered blue dream
in calm placid ambient.
Periwinkle stars in polka dots started to twinkle on charcoal sky.
Blue fairy hastily walked away
I was left alone on solitary sea shore.
12/29/19
Second Place
'Strand No.690' Contest by Brian Strand
"Reach high, for stars lie hidden in your spirit,
meditate deep, to find your way and answers."
Quote by _Constance
I have always been a spiritual girl
attracted to crystals
for their rainbow of colors
they hold deep secrets
and mystical powers
they can adorn ... divine
heal, manifest, transmit messages
to transform
for me they are stars of clarity
I love the varied shapes
and value the high vibration types
like quartz and amethyst
and seem to have a deep connection
to the aquamarine crystal
it seems that when I hold it
I can feel the power of the sea and oceans
hear the waves crashing
this crystal takes me on a journey
tumbled green crystals
take me to forest lush with ancient trees
where a thousand birds sing
and vines twine and ferns and wildflowers grow
where I follow hidden tangled
paths into the unknown
I am also entranced with
tarot cards of all types
beyond the beautiful art work
these cards bring great clarity to my thoughts
they help me to find that place within
that place of divine wisdom
and combining crystals and tarot cards
is where I unravel my life's path
bringing strength and light
in the darkness of my mind
like a single star glowing in the night
powerful
in navigating my life
the crystals vibrating my body's energy
and the tarots giving inspiring messages
with gifts of symbolism
that give clarity to the past, and present
and future . . . .
I have a fanged cat with the lightest aquamarine blue eyes
I told my guest, who acted suspicious and declared some surprise.
She’ll be along shortly, I told her, don’t worry. She’ll find you.
But Marble my cat was nowhere to be found with her eyes of blue
What do you mean by fanged cat? My dinner guest soon did qualify.
Frankly, my exaggeration description was a borderline lie.
She sounds horrible! If she shows up, should I be afraid?
No, I said casually, giving her another glass of cool pink lemonade.
Do you mean prominent incisors? My guest asked, looking around.
Cat Marble was not high up, and yet not anywhere on the ground.
Her fangs are prominent, It’s not like they are something you’d miss.
It was at that moment we heard a growl and a threatening hiss.
My guest sat upright and said “Is this cat dangerous, do you think?”
I saw that her face had turned a most horrifying glowing hot pink.
I came around and saw Mable had latched her fangs onto her knee
She’s just a baby, I told her. How frightening could one kitty be?
Those eyes are demonic, she is a cat from the bowels of hell.
Said this neighbor, who will never be invited back. Let’s call her Nell.
Or even call her Lee Merriweather, and out her completely I think.
She makes me so mad, my own face is now pink.
I heard the scraping sound and wondered
Is it the oak again? Is she shedding a limb?
The turquoise moon brought my attention upwards
It was the most unusual color, but who would believe me?
I ran inside for my camera.
When I returned two eyes were peeking.
They were aquamarine orbs. Had the oak developed eyes?
I took the photo, and ran inside.
An ethereal vision appeared in the oak's leaves.
A gorgeous tan owl in the throes of his own wonderment.
I was amazed and intrigued.
Ran back out to see if there was more to see.
The owl was gone, but I had proof.
It was the most beautiful owl I had ever seen.
A hoot owl? A barn owl?
A turquoise eyed moon owl, my muse assured me.
She is the smart one in this twosome.
I took out my pen and began to write.