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Each night sheds its cloak
morning sun rises
touching the tree tops
slow and steady easing forth.
it drapes the earth
soft and warm with light
slipping out of transient shadows
short and solemn on the dew.
Budding late bloom morning glories
trumpet in the new day
cobalt blue opening wide
stretching high to touch the day.
Two dozen trumpeteers
calling and tantalizing the wind
for a gentle swaying waltz
in the dance to bid goodbye to spring life.
The sycamores shaded grays peel
bent twisted regalia of sticky balls
folding dry brittle falling star leaves.
All the landscape awakes
to warmth and light groggy with sleep
basking in the morning cool
ready to greet October days.
The seasonal changing of the guard
wafting autumn in the air
fading blue azure skies to gray white
fall puts on the cloak of winter's cold night.
A beautiful flower swaying in the breeze
Smiling beneath azure skies
Her warmth came with such ease
A gentle soul, a ray of light
Carolyn always had a kind word to say
To brighten someone's day
Got her wings and now she soars
Her poems live on for all to adore
She's found peace on heaven's shore
8-14-2021
Tributes To Carolyn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
"Many of mankind's best souls are leaving us now,
climbing a trellis of morning glories
to their promised reward."
From the poem, "In The Glory Of Morning", Written by" Carolyn Devonshire
Death
kills not despair
emotion found in Hell
nor does it kill wrath
against life imperfect
kills driver's chance
instead
to turn wheel
to gratitude gear
before bodyless
descent
down
slippery slope
of no return
all stays static
in Hell
no need for change
in boring hell
only the perfect
ends there
life changes
from imperfect
to imperfect
teethless to toothless
biting teeth of winter ice
to birds' alarm chatter
stinking flowers
nourishing wasps
to blistering heat
of sun caprice
till autumn thief
robs trees
dry
men to cows
parasites
helpless baby
senseless pa
ignorant mass
mediocre at best
leaving carbon
footprints
and nothing else.
Elite's wealth
will rid earth
of the useless:
pestilence, wars,
famines, GMO's
contraception, abortion
secret weapons
of mass destruction
nuclear blasts,
perfected by nerds
to kill the herd.
Devil dimmed eyes
don't you see
it's suicide?
Nature won't stay deaf
adding its toll
to death
revenging blood
unjustly shed
shaking mountains
out of lap
sneezing objects
down from sky
clouds dry
no tears left to cry
volcano mouths
erupting
dragon breaths
sea belly vomiting
tsunamis
turning skyscrapers
to dirt
killing with one blast
good and bad.
Humble life
not claiming
to be perfect
content of doing
the correct
to continues God's
life breath on earth
rotating wheel
from baby to caretaker
circle cycling
different each time
light following night
crocus piercing snow
unafraid of dying
from ice
rain and sun
softening heart's clay
for seeds to sprout
melody of spring songs
in azure skies
God's image
of love
shouldering sin
waste
breathing out
life
pears and apples
with God's seeds
perpetual imprint
whispering of peace
its silence
one limb torn
from humanity body
even the stones will cry.
Satan hates life
mortal wound
to his pride
only God
can create and
resurrect life.
God's life breath
not destroyable by death
descends into the abyss
if Holy Spirit's flame
is blown out by sin
or ascends to Paradise
of joy eternal
if forgiven by Jesus Christ.
That is all
that matters
to No-Body
which in time
is everybody.
Standing in the heart of this city
in awe of spectacular lights illuminating tall buildings.
Millions of strangers rush to and fro.
Who would've thought I would be here of all places.
But here I am feeling misplaced
in a place where no one knows your name.
I fasten the winter coat tight
to keep my heart wrapped warm,
because this city of strangers is so cold.
People wandering like bad actors struggling
to play their part with faces lacking expression.
Concrete towers seem to imprison me
in a place my soul does not belong.
I walk the same path monotonously,
wondering where it all went wrong.
But here I am feeling lost and alone .
I'm smiling but only to keep the dancing tears at bay.
I can't be someone who I'm not,
nobody seems to appreciate that I'm misunderstood.
And the dream that brought me here today,
now wants me to return home.
As my naked breath freezes in the air,
for a moment tired eyes close.
A smile sneaks through reminiscing Chamorro dreams.
Bathing under a blazing sun whose rays
glow through clear azure skies.
Crystal sapphire seas invite my soul
to immerse in tranquil waves,
peacefully admiring pestrel and
shearwater birds soaring high above.
I can almost hear warblers chirping melodic songs
of home, perched on a parade of paipai and coconut trees.
Scents of colourful plumeria and hibiscus petals
draw my senses closer to my heart's province.
Old foot prints have now washed away.
How I long to walk on sands of my forefathers,
where loved ones await with open arms.
A major honor to collaborate with Silent One
12 January 2018
Did you know that in dreams
and meditation we can journey in a bubble?
I know this sounds outrageous!
But, I often travel by bubble- sparkly, buoyant,
soapy, air pockets to places nirvana,
to Utopia's beyond this Earthly realm.
Beyond the blinking stars,
to fanciful, enchanted places and paradise gardens.
Full of vivid shades and hues of green,
flowing rivers and placid streams, waterfalls and
azure skies and dazzling suns.
And in my mind I linger in this Shangri-La
until reality is calling me . . .
So, I summon my bubble transportation
to carry me home again.
Oh, some may use a magic carpet to go
beyond the stars but I prefer bubbles . . .
Icy blue, glassy bubbles, bubbles, bubbles
as my mode of travel!
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March 4, 2017
Poetry/Narrative/I Travel By Bubble
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 881-950-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
A tender sun caresses my thoughts, whispering to me of new life, new hope, new joy. A laughing glimpse of daffodil blooms tantalize me with their buttery yellow smiles. Whispers of light reflect off the dawn, kissing my shoulders with a brush of kindness. Musical birds color the azure skies, tittering and chuckling with guffaws of delighted choruses embracing my heart, preening and praising through the heavens. Like a breath, gentle and warm, budding oak, birch and maple sway through a gentle wind as it blows in, thirsty for sweet rain that nurtures the growing dreams of these elderly aristocrats. Winter has finally birthed the rich, vibrant sighs of a Springtime child – delivering pure delight, insight, inspiration, a fullness that penetrates fantasies and imaginations! This is the time for God’s joy to overflow into the earth we know as heaven’s footstool and man’s home for this life.
intense promises
colors so full they kindle
wonders of Springtime
N/A from Springtime Haibun Contest sponsored by M.L. Kiser, judged on 4/5/21
Today entering Final 2021 N-A Choice 3 Poetry Contest by William Kekaula, on May 4, 2021
Beautiful day, towards the endless horizon
a tangerine and yellow sunlight's heart
has burst with a vibrant bright capri
and azure skies, as shadowed zaffre rolling ships
meet the silent bice cerulean horizon.
Extending giving way to the clear mirror
bleu de france sea denim shadows and the scent of salt.
Into the captivating beautiful smudges
of coral, lavender, turquoise, oceans' depths
that cannot compare; to the deep-sea creatures
that prefer to remain that lures divers into their depths.
7/16/2018
Bice, from the French bis, originally meaning dark-coloured, is a green or blue pigment made from basic copper carbonate.
Poetry Contest:Any July 2018 Poem- ' Contest Info
Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
I wander the desert alone- through an ocean of sand
in my dream . . . thinking myself on an adventure
and walk in golden softness in a place empty and drifting
a place of solitude strangely magic, and
I hear the desert speaking in a whispering hush
barren, sun bleached and sun-choked
empty of all things human yet I hear a bird's laugh
with an endless, timeless rhythm this land hushes
but wait- a prickly cactus and a snake- hiss- in this place of nothingness
or is that just my imagination speaking
thirst painful, my mouth is bone dry- has been for hours, days it seems
parched and withered of all moisture . . . in my head I am screaming
this wretched place was never on the map of my life
so why did my dream take me here to wander alone and lost
in a vastness of azure skies and infinite pristine sand, but wait, an . . .
oasis, refuge, relief at last . . . a turquoise sea suddenly appears
beyond a sand cliff with sparkling water to the horizon with cays of gulls
and trees deep and tender green rustle not far
I walk out of the utter, empty, unforgiving desolation of the desert
and into the cool water waiting with a sigh. . . then I awake
__________________________
October 13, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/Never on the Map of My Life
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1071-027-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, I Wander The Desert Alone
sponsor, Edward Ebeh
Required words - barren, oasis, thirst
with metaphors and onomatopoeia
Second Place
"Month by month, season by season, love will either come and go, or love will maybe somehow grow." - quote by author
In spring, love sauntered in. I still recall
your eyes like azure skies, enchanting me.
Along a country lane we strolled, hand in hand;
then kissed beneath a budding willow tree.
In summertime, we lay on a beach til night
had swallowed sun and showed us new delight -
bright diamonds shining down on just us two
as we shared dreams, giddy in the moonlight.
In autumn, days grew crisp, and even though
October’s leaves were such a brilliant hue,
your eyes had lost their luster. Nights less warm
foreshadowed that I’d soon be losing you.
In winter, I was standing all alone
as flurries from the frigid air touched my face.
Though pretty and pearlescent was the snow,
I was yearning only for your embrace.
They say that love is like the sun
Lighting up the moon
Two hearts eclipse and beat as one
On an evening late in June
In azure skies where stars are strung
Like jasmine vines in bloom
A gentle breeze, like love, has come
To hum a little tune
On beaches where the waves are flung
At high tide and high noon
A sea of blissful tears will run
Among love’s sandy dunes
In a little house where hope is hung
Like a wreath in every room
Love’s made a home, life’s just begun
For a lucky bride and groom
And he will be her shining sun
And she, his gleaming moon
Two hearts eclipse and beat as one
On an evening late in June.
For my brother, Blake Burgess
and his wife Krystal
on their wedding day
June 30th, 2018