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"Two doves in white flying, feathers glow beneath the morning's rainbow colors" By Charles Messina
As I looked on the horizon far
I saw an assemblage of colors
Arching across the moist sky
It had drizzled half an hour ago
And here and there were tiny droplets
On the serrated edges of rain-washed leaves
Quivering and trembling
And precariously balancing
Lest they fall and break
In that pastel evening shine
How they sparkled like diamonds on a crown!
My eyes feasted on the delicious mix of shades
As the celestial bow stood a crescent overhead
All things living and lifeless
Have joyfully shared its hues and shade
And the sky turned into an exquisite canvas of art
Giving very many eyes a splendid treat
Violet is in the long-stemmed Lavenders tall
That dwarf the daisies growing around
When God willfully spilled a drop of Indigo
Into the vast stretch of waters below
It turned into hazy blue and upon its glassy surface,
The sky is mirrored in azure hue
Brown is in the dead leaves that lie below
And a mix of brown has gone into the earth
All around, I see a tinge of Green
In the turf of velvet below my feet
The prairies and the meadows wide
The fields of clover and of corn
While sunflowers excel in yellow shade
The evening sky, in raiment of orange chiffon is clad.
I see the flaming Red upon the Bulbul’s head
That is darting into its woody nest
After its aerial ride for the evening rest
I sense the red, now rushing through my veins
Making my heart vigorously pump
As a cab speeding after a hump
And my dull spirits, suddenly stirring up
At a distance I see a peacock, dancing in glee under a tree
Displaying all rainbow shades, in a routine ritual after a rain
Oh! Who can stay wretched and sad,
When all around is so colorful and glad?
Dec.2.2022
Colors in the Sky Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mystic Rose Rose
and When-
threatened when I feel afraid- lost in a sea of faces
MUSE will imagine an ethereal circle
around me
and beyond my circle a ravaged garden
front back and both sides
my spirit wolf protects me says MUSE
on all sides he watches
for those who
step within my magic protective space
words are weapons leaving scars on the soul
my heart swells with a sea of tears
and hate is a guest who comes unbidden
the evil
and tormentors of all kinds
front back and both sides
do not step within my invisible circle
my sacred space
beware and move back quickly, don't dilly-dally
it's
dangerous
when
the
wolf protects me
sometimes when he smells my fear
like a dagger poised to hurt me
he calls for other spirits and an assemblage appears
a hissing snake that slithers
a lion that roars so loud I shake
a silent panther so slender and sleek
a black crow that brings me a sword
a hundred horses with heavy hoofs
and I always keep close, so close, MUSE, my spiritual butterfly
I hold her on a gossamer piece of thread like spiders silk
so I can fly away . . .
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September 5, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Within My Sacred Space
Copyright Protected, ID 16-825-957-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Muse On The Loose
Sponsor, John Lawless
First Place
He flies unhurried, gliding on gigantic wings that glisten with gold,
Proud and bold, courageous and beautiful and powerful;
Above in an azure sky, fluffy white clouds are drifting by,
His lustrous feathers are sacred and spiritual to Canada.
He carries his kill snatched from a frozen tree with his great talons,
Bringing his gift to his home on a cliff above a raging river;
The massive nest, an assemblage of branches and grasses,
And from this mountain perch he can see everything.
The fledglings were born a few days ago, white and helpless,
His mate is tending to their needs with motherly care;
Although he is usually silent, he is calling to her with high shrills
They have been mated to each other for twenty-three years,
And he comes graceful, swooping on the nest of branches,
In this remote, undisturbed and protected sanctuary in Hudson Bay;
Where they glide and breed and dance in the sky without fear,
The Golden Eagle is a beloved treasure to all Canadians.
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October 3, 2015
Verse
For the contest Golden Eagle, sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
Fourth Place
*Image of Waterford Curio by Houzz.
Cup in the Curio Cabinet
An empty cup daintily accompanies
an assemblage of finery,
from old-world porcelains crafted
against Dutch Boy bluings,
bone China platters painted in
Eastern mystique watercolors,
cozy teapot, sugarbowl, and
creamer set in English rosewood,
a stage concerning crystal
stems elegant Irish sultry charms,
anticipation ...
what season be?
what hour is it now?
what satisfies this void?
2021 August 04
*4th Place*
Imagism
~~Emile Pinet: Judged 2021 September 01
I close my eyes and soon drift to another world,
and I find myself in a lush garden;
I hear ocean waves crashing on a shore,
a quiet voice is talking and I say, "pardon?"
Soon, I hear a lot of chatter and muttering,
and sweet music- Symphony 5, by Beethoven;
there is a great assemblage of many creatures,
the notes swirl far into the ocean.
The flowers sway and I find my dream self dancing,
and I am laughing and talking to each creature;
even each beautiful flower has a voice,
then I fall, fall- falling wrapped in nature.
And in my soft bed I am talking in my sleep,
I am creating words with syllables;
saying, "I must write a Haiku or a Quatrain."
Waking, I find myself talking in syl-la-bles !
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January 14, 2017
Poetry/Quatrain x4/"In My Sleep"
Copyright Protected, ID 17-865-964-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
The assemblage of PEERS rooted;
row after row of cinema seats held them,
in conformity and order, waiting for the main event;
part of a cast of characters, yet to be determined.
Scattered, slouching, sleeping, separated,
white, black, old, young, male, female;
all self absorbed, without discourse.
No one mingled, no eye met;
each individual psyche lost in mindlessness,
shields firmly in place.
In this place of punishment, power and perversity;
the sacrificial lambs of democracy wallowed.
The hollowness of the hall,
mirrored the hollowness of the statement,
“A jury of PEERS?”
The stained acoustical ceiling and fluorescent lighting,
added a further touch of the sureal to the corps ensemble.
How on earth in this nation “Under God?”
i've taken up drinking.
talking to a wall.
a wall of confusions.
delusions.
agitations.
in depth analyzation.
sadness.
the word
of the day
of blight.
smite?
a worldly
glorious
delight.
she sits
in one spot
gladly staring
into a face
a
face
a face
a face
a
face.
the face
with
eyes.
with mouth.
with mystery
with
with
depth
long gone.
wonders
what
it is like?
why not?
why so?
why anyway?
ever?
why.
because!
because!
the face replies
showing her
dismay
and assemblage
she thought she had,
but inferiority
takes over
like a raging
baboon
over her young.
her young.
their youth
the youth
of questions
and no answers
the youth of mirrors
the face
and
the ass
tonight
she too
like me
will take up drinking
away from
confused questions
questions not even
formulated.
a
blank.
a language vacation.
start with an
adjective
she ponders
an adjective
a simili of nouns
[auto correct
interjections
correcting her
created words.
the fascism!]
going over
the past before
the word
of written
words
a word?
a word.
!!!!! flee !!!!!!!!!
she flew
melted
into a word
*Image of Golden Gate Bridge San Francisco by Pixabay.
"San Francisco, Open Your Golden Gate"
In my youthful primes some numerous years ago,
while Haight-Ashbury flickers in San Francisco,
ex-law enforcers, lawyers, demagogues all,
met in the solemn grand chambers of City Hall,
to pass a bill addressing our Golden Gate bridge,
about soaring suicides, change bad press to a smidge.
Assemblage preponderance praised a costly deal,
for one city hemmed in a fiscal crossroads, reel,
till one member from the smaller opposition,
gave a counter-proposal, his own volition.
The bulk of them chose a huge net beneath, lengthwise,
high above passing ships, close to those jumping guys.
The sole man gave his views, first, condemning their choice,
stating, it's an eyesore, monstrous, in a loud voice,
he says his plan was cheap, so much so, he will pay,
and taxpayers need not lose out on their mainstay.
What he had said, left the entire chamber -- dumbstruck,
"You can't stop those headstrong that life's not worth a buck,"
"Stupid!" "Ludicrous!" "Outrageous!", members were floored,
He ends, "Is there an issue with my diving board?"
*This was true but since neither succeeded, I guess the press left it off the front page and put it in the Sunday edition comic section, nevertheless, we San Franciscans knew.
2021 August 10
*4th Place*
Dumbstruck
~~charles messina: Judged 2021 August 29
on my-
diaphanous gossamer filmy cloud-
sumptuous I float woebegone
flowers far and below
and bluebirds come
fluttering in the azure sky
twittering and its
beautiful
gossamer filmy cloud-sumptuous
the gobbledygooks with their nonsense
far and below
and bluebirds come drifting
from the garden and forest they fly
to
my diaphanous
gossamer
filmy
cloud-sumptuous
the dullards with their yada yada
far
and
below
come with their hokum nattering
and I
yell hey you
get off my cloud-
sumptuous you you
nincompoops
bluebirds
twittering and twittering
beautiful
assemblage of fluttering
whispering hissing
with meaningless words
you keep off my diaphanous
gossamer filmy cloud
oh gentle breeze
take this dreamer and flower picker
of buttercups violets
dandelions
I see them swaying far and below
in the meadows lovely
and I recall the little girl me
who picked them
for mothers kitchen ledge
oh let me drift and see far and below
on my
diaphanous gossamer cloud-
sumptuous
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May 28, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/my cloud
Copyright Protected, ID 05-677-907-28
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Hey you, get off my cloud
sponsor, Skat, Judged 2015
Second Place