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'Twas Joy Quite Speakable
Beneath the springtime colors,
of azures sky light blue
Are chartreuse plumpish grapes that seem,
to dangle vines so true,
Nearby there lies a babbling brook,
that took our breath away,
Along its length hugging its sides,
were violets on display,
Behind them stood gold daffodils,
magnificence had sprung,
'Twas more than just bright color full,
'tis birds whose tweets had sung,
Now, this sensation we all shared,
brung utter sheer delight,
With smiling faces, laughter too,
a wondrous blessed sight,
On bikes, we rode top country roads,
those feelings stayed with us,
We heard a tune and whistled soon,
thereafter sang its chorus,
Sidewalk cafe we wined and dined,
its cuisine was genuine,
Our waiters tipped us with a song,
and we all had tipped in-kind,
We rode around a quaint old town,
the late noon sun sublime,
then realized the dimming skies,
the telltale signs of time,
We went right off back to the loft,
within the city's square,
hugging each other and then one another,
separately as a pair,
A night of rest we woke refreshed,
and had a lite breakfast,
Our bags were packed, friends back to back,
as we hugged until the last,
I sensed the app, that speakable capped,
and the fullness of heaven's glory,
that all we're feeling, the sense of reeling,
'twas joy in the heart of our story!
"Joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart to stay!"
2022 February 01
*1st Place*
Joy, Hope and kindness
~~Angela Tune: Judged 2022 February 20
Winter turned quickly cold and frosty, and the air was bitter.
Santa had lost a huge sack of goodies off of his packed litter.
Three tiny cherubs Hope, Faith and Love ran to tell this tale grim.
They did not have much luck, for many could not see them.
We need a child! Hope said. Faith and Love agreed.
Children are sometimes more open, their minds more freed.
They whispered in ears up and down the forest that night.
They tried to get someone to understand the dire plight.
At last a girl named Emmy who had a heart of pure gold.
Woke up, instantly understanding the tale the cherubs told.
She called for her unicorn, Lovely Little Flying Blue.
They loaded up the sack and began to seek Santa too.
They almost caught him in Spain, and again in Germany.
But alas, he was fast moving, more agile than most men can be.
He is Santa Claus, after all, so he has magical mystical ways.
Let’s ask God to help us, Emmy said. They all gave the Lord praise.
The Lord heard and helped them catch up to Santa in time.
He was grateful and said they had saved the day, simply sublime!
Emmy gave credit to Hope, Faith, and Love, three angel beings.
To know the rest of the story, you must sleep, which is all freeing.
During your sleep the remainder of the story will kindly reveal.
All of the rest of what happened, in azures and teal.
Just remember that even in the bleak of winter, when all seems lost.
Little Lord Jesus will help you, and there will be no cost.
I can sense the air a changing, through my eyes in peripheral see
This I have to await, to await what she brings to we
Oh! this trepidation, I'm in fear of what we've been told
For her skies are not what they seem in fear of her unfold
Suddenly azures are bleached, diminished from their blues
Maybe the headlines, the news informed, are now becoming true
Cobalt bluey greys, amidst blackened silvery delights
Beckon my eyes in see, this night a changing sight
Sporadic openings honour, it's as if their about to clear
Then thunder like kettle drums, reignite my fears
With one hell of a mighty crash, resonating thunderous noise
Straight away my mind reminds that nature knows destroy
Mountains in the distance, in daylight so far away
A flash here, a flash there, their standing in disarray
I stand here awaiting, knowing, that her heavens are about to burst
Her cascade, cacophonous noise, she rarely lets us thirst
Ice bullets teeming, streaming, amidst droplets of what could have been
Crashing, caressing, stressing, man's modern life now screams
Stop-lights, signs swaying, flaying, crashing to the ground
But even the designs of man, can rarely imitate her sounds
Seconds, minutes, hours pass, now a calmness before her storm
There will never be a day, when even we conform
For I marvel in fascination, so vivid in what she displays
In lightening we appear to be, but we will never outweigh
emerald sky, jade evening
everything is a washed
in pale light aglow
in the coming night
shifting hues
the wind blows
gaining strength
echo of deep rumbles roll
lighting flashes brightly
crack of sliver streaks
all held in the aftermath of a
searing white flash
as branches dance
overlapping hues
of emerald and jade
shadows swim and sway
a storm is coming
air electric
rain waiting to break
sitting on a porch
feeling the dying heat
chilly winds cool my hot skin
After burn of a white summer day
everything now is in soft hues
pale light green of evening, falls
Shifting shades of amber, jade, azure
twilight thunder echoes
lightning flashes sharp blue, white
all pulse in the aftermath
shades of jade
jasper and onyx die
as I wait the rain breaks
in relief it comes, washes
way the days malaise
heat of sun rays fading
in the swing dreaming
feeling the misty rain
listening to voices afar
a radio tuning in
iced tea dripping
all darkening
in deeper shades of violet, indigo
flickering sheet lighting plays
rain falling in absent rhythms
watching emeralds and azures
run
sway
fade...
Issue, O Iridescence!
Luminesce on the sly.
Pore over, phosphorescence?
Oh yes, and here is why!
Students of the nebula!
Empire has its cost!
Best to keep it regular?
That or deal of Faust!
Sauced, are ye, wild warriors?
Well, at times it's best.
Lost and sinking? Sail azures!
Tours and boors need rest.
Zest, O mighty zephyr!
Boreal pole, hear all!
Have you seen the lost heifer?
My! Io, give a call...
Fall, when winter, taciturn;
Sends the snow and ice;
Sullen, silent, spares to spurn;
Miracled device;
What will avail travelers?
High road, one with us?
Gods of death, synthetic furs?
Bile and blunderbuss!
Muss on heads of wearied folk?
That is not good news.
O for eggs with scrambled yolk!
Doom, Death, disabuse...
Channeled communications?
Be sure to precise read.
Otherwise re-educations!
Draw bead, O my greed!
Weed atop the giant's mound?
Zero Lost and Found?
O ye serpents, hissing sound?
Next below the ground...
Warning? Dark fire, warming?
O locusts on the air:
Sudden is thy swarming?
Life, ladies, is not fair...
Fast is the train
Fast are the wheels
Wheels are round
Wheels are solid
Solid is metal
Solid is rusty
Rusty is puce
Rusty is deteriorating
Deteriorating is atrocious
Deteriorating is occurring
Occurring in ancient paper
Occurring in my head
Head is large
Head is hurting
Hurting with malicious memories
Hurting with pure wild wrath
Wrath due to crying
Wrath due to neglect
Neglect due to isolation
Neglect due to work
Work is key
Work takes priority
Priority is hygiene
Priority is tidiness
Tidiness is shiny
Tidiness is smart
Smart is A levels
Smart is grades
Grades of maths
Grades of insanity
Insanity due to a rapid heart beat
Insanity due to her with surreal eyes
Eyes are azures
Eyes are scary
Scary is blood
Scary is knives
Knives for murder
Knives for cooking
Cooking for people
Cooking for you
You should care about you
You should not be crying
Crying is dos full
Crying reminds me of dad
Dad was confused
Dad had to many drinks
Drinks cause the murder
Drinks made me do what I did did
Did...
Murder...
Of remembered far skies, so vividly seen,
by the suns’ setting charmed rays of light.
Viewed clouds softly melting, while floating on by,
through blue, mystic canvas twilight.
Then gem stars celestial, show creators’ design,
is perfectly formed in image refined.
The moon starts to rise in an aura of mist,
her crystal creation so clearly defined.
And eyes that stare, go deeper and deep,
perhaps to catch a glimpse of where,
or when, this time began to slowly be,
Or how a truth was awakened there.
Of pure golden light, that bathes every strand,
every fibre of being, with kindness of love.
Such prisms and colours, inspire total vision,
and the soul breathes in hope from above.
Then fondly, so cherished, azures’ perfect robe,
chased over by heavens’ streaked white.
Just drifting and dreamy, no reasoned desire,
balanced and peaceful, no discord in sight.
And endless vast yonder, shot through with pale rays,
surrounded by easement, a hand can not feel.
Glorious horizons see wisps flowing through,
a magical land, enchanted and real.
Where the water washes white surfs across
Sand banks porous with green dreams in our hearts
Where the sun surveys the wet desert of loss
The salt thread like blood stitching together our parts
Find me there wandering the wailing shores
I am a new citizen with ancient desires still
Living on the restless rim of of crinkled azures;
Watching history bleach my memory of will.
Here I pine to see my mother whole as I am
Here I pray for justice from the impaled lamb
This Caribbean sea that pens my rage in me
Water where my ancestors footsteps no imprints leave
Of vast voyages now void on the Atlantic lea
This Caribbean sea in modern voice I cannot grieve
My people sundered like a broken ship
Mastless, anchorless, drifting drumless on weed
My people bleeding from tongue lash and whip
And no Cudjoe, Tacky, or Boukman to intercede
I am a citizen of the rim, a place undefined
In the subtle representations where I'm maligned.
Here in this world of diverse languages and shade
Across the bloodless salt of shrivelled water we trade.
Cool, they describe you
Yet your energy is vigorous, enduring
Short, compact waves of intense photon packages
Dancing on the retina in steady, fluid rhythm
A clear language of light, translated to the synapses
As a pleasing, enigmatic dialect of compelling emotion
Tiny molecules of air scatter, wide, Sol's shorter undulations
To paint the heavens as a baby's eyes ...
More wavers of luminosity, pressed close by physics
Kiss the waters of the earth, and are breathed back to the sky
Turning rills, rapids, repositories, to shades that shame the azures
Humanity's wiles and works, are all framed in the complexion of the moon
And should a distant race of beings ever marvel at our planet
It will be for its exquisite swirls of majestic blue
A dazzling, resplendent marble
Pride of creation.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Blue" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Strand Select W Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
"Helios and The Tempest"
...
full knowing his azures
she watches him rising
he sends sunlight
to her windows
full knowing the thoughts
non-conditional behind
her shaded jades
what fresh hell is this
spring green now
becomes her dazzling day
he doesn't miss a trick
he sends golden smiles
they're forever in eclipse
when he is the sun
she is the moon
day in day out
they move like this
he weathers her warmly
The Tempest
lets her reign
he brings out his fire
imparts each time
time and time again
she crackles electric
radiant
her thunder and
her lightning rods
thrown for want
of love
he lets her reign
like this
he brings out his fire
imparts to her each time
she's captured with
a long held kiss
suspended she is
enraptured
he has won at this
she will gladly fold
into him, and to him alone
she'll willingly lose
to share a chance at bliss
Hearts are Trumps
They can win at this
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)