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The aromatic air ripples with the rhythm of rapture,
the harmonic whisper of the wafting southern wind
serenades in sync with the symphony of rhapsody,
when dawn drifts into enchanted meadows.
Rising sun’s flare sets ablaze within pictorial inferno
the sedate skyline on lawn with the cold fire of color.
Pearls of topaz dew bejewel the chartreuse pasture,
wearing the dazzling diadem of gleaming grandeur.
The bent blades of olivine grass shimmer beguiled
in crimson splay of strawberry sun of the new day.
The buds blush in colors of sky in mesmeric meadow,
where the fluorescent butterflies flitter engrossed.
In the amorous aura of the nascent sunshine shower,
my window frames fascinated nature’s pristine panorama.
The sky composes chromatic collage with sunshine sequins,
the cadence of dulcet coral dawn pulsates in my heart.
#5
“When from nowhere gloomy clouds veer,
from nature’s scenery I get gems of cheer.”- By Poet
As the air ripples with the rhythmic joy of spring,
the melodic whisper of the southern wind
serenades with the tune of rhapsody.
The sinking sun sets ablaze
the sedate skyline on the cold fire of color,
as the hued flimsy fleet of clumps of cloud sail.
Pearls of opalescent dew bejewel the meadow,
the bent blades of green grass shimmer,
wearing the sparkling crown of splendor.
The mist drifts away from the spotless lucent sky,
turning into silken canvas of shining sapphire,
as in the barren boughs the satin leaves sprout.
The buds burst with colors from the winter freeze,
pristine petals unfurl on the fresco of flowers,
gleam of grandeur envelopes the mesmeric garden,
where the fluorescent butterflies flitter
in the scented aura through the sunshine shower.
My window frames the beautiful spring scenery.
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April 10, 2023
Word Chosen : Scenery
Contest : Writing Challenge - "S" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
The ides of March are upon us.
The air is crisp and cold,
And I set out with my two dogs,
To see what the night enfolds.
I love my nightly walks with them,
Just me and God and them.
It's how I set my heart to rest.
It soothes me once again.
My walks with them do calm me,
They soothe and heal my spirit.
This time with Him is like a balm,
Against the things that sear it.
The air is cold and sweet tonight,
It's overcast and dark.
No stars bejewel the sky this night,
As we walk through the park.
The night bird's call is sweet tonight,
Upon my weary ear.
I look for him in vain, I know,
For he will not appear.
Here and there are sparkles,
By my feet amid the grass,
Like fairies flitting to and fro,
Twinkling as we pass.
His touch is everywhere it seems,
We only have to look.
His promise never to forsake,
Is written in The Book.
There is one thing only,
That our God just cannot do,
He cannot lie, for He is Truth.
He's here, I tell you true.
Thus reassured I start for home,
My heart no longer heavy.
My step is light for He is here,
To lift my tax and levy.
"Faint not, for I am here for you."
He speaks to my lonely spirit.
I just have to take the time,
And listen so I'll hear it.
He's here for me, I know He is,
And He will never leave.
I just have to do my part,
So there's no need to grieve.
The road is long and rough, I know,
It's filled with twists and turns,
But if I lift my hands to Him,
My spirit soon returns;
For He will catch me up to Him,
In His strong arms I'm safe.
My Father's here, no need to fear,
I'm covered by His Grace.
"BE STILL AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD. I WILL BE EXALTED AMONG THE NATIONS.
I WILL BE EXALTED IN THE EARTH.'
THE LORD OF HOSTS IS WITH US, THE GOD OF JACOB IS OUR STRONG HOLD. SELAH."
Psalm 46:10-11
“When after the freezing time of gloom vibrant colors sprout,
I get gems of cheer from the spring scenery”- By Poet
As the air ripples with the rhythmic joy of spring,
the melodic whisper of the southern wind
serenades with the tune of rapturous rhapsody.
The sinking sun sets ablaze in twilight
the sedate skyline in the cold fire of color,
as the hued flimsy fleet of cloud clumps sail.
Pearls of opalescent dew bejewel the meadow,
the bent blades of green grass shimmer,
wearing the sparkling crown of pearly splendor.
The mist drifts away from the spotless lucent sky,
that turns into silken canvas of shining sapphire,
as in the barren boughs the satin leaves sprout.
The buds burst with colors from the winter freeze,
unfurl the fresco of flowers where butterflies flitter.
My window frames the beautiful spring scenery.
In the depravity of the neglected wasteland
obscure tufts of subdued slender grass
struggle to rise through the cleavage of stony destiny,
the frail faces shaping the artifacts of cruel fate,
flicker with the fading smile of residual innocence,
borrowed from the remains of the sun,
already sunk in the depth of yonder horizon dark.
In the harsh squall of servitude,
uprooted, they stray to nowhere, uncared and soiled.
Under the blue freedom of the open sky
dew drops no longer bejewel the juvenile grass,
tarnished by the dirt of our spiteful times,
the dreams of their dew dry premature.
In the twilight hours walking the last few miles,
I wish to give the last rays of my twilight sun
to the relics of dewdrops so they can glow awhile.
I wish to drip the last drop of empathy from my oasis,
so their innocent smile doesn’t desiccate in desert.
I wish to show the children of a lesser God
the dreams of dew that would never die.
April 12, 2020
I bejewel dying elephants.
Scrape the mire from tired pillar feet.
Wash away the gray.
Reveal the pink satin soul...again.
I rub their tired tusks.
Scrub away the stained grooves.
Shade their great wild eyes from scavenger sun.
I have no use for the strong at their peak.
Nor haughty in its prime.
It's futile sparring with Mr. Jones.
Because he'll always have more time than I.
Time to kiss the hedges and keep his trim in line.
Yes, I'm a good down friend. But those days are at an end.
Because down people mostly bring you down.
I need to get up before my eyes pearl with death...
I bejewel dying elephants.
The slender blades of upright grass look up
To the unfurled sky dawning the day
Over the unmowed meadow
Their tips holding the pearly drops of dew
Sparkling in the glow of the rising sun
I see in them the faces of the children of fate
Lighted by the smile of residual innocence
Although for them their sun rises
With no promise of purpose
For it has already set in the dark horizon of future.
The drops of dew don’t bejewel the grass
They wash the dirt of our times
Trampled they fall uncared and soiled
Disappear ignored and abandoned
In the glare of the blazing day
The dreams of dew die premature.
It pains me it hurts me
To see their blank colorless hearts
Losing the hue of joy of youthful splendor
Flowing in tears to the drowning shadow of obscurity
Nobody helps to hold the hands
Nobody cares to show the shore.
Before my sun finally sets
I want to give its remaining rays
To the sunless dews for them to glow in their time
I want to drip the last drop of fluid empathy
From my heart so their innocent smile doesn’t dry
I want to show the children of deprivation
The dreams of dew
The dreams that never die.
June 5, 2018
(This is in protest against child labor)
Under the seamless sky of satin sheen
as the reflection of the mesmeric moon holds you
I float on the waves of the stardust surge
your pristine patina I try fondly to touch.
That’s how my dormant desire is enticed
by your shimmering radiance in the moonshine
as my eyes are covered by the tapestry of dream
weaved with the threads of your hued longing.
You bejewel like the crown of the pearly dew
the beguiled blades of grass of the flushing meadow
I call my yearning that rolls out to where you are
on the new turquoise trail traced out only for me.
The true essence of love I then perceive
in the aria of your tinsel gleaming within me
the enchanting luster of your alluring shine
I absorb in my heart’s horizon to glow forever.
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April 14, 2021
Contest : Writing Prompt-Shine
Sponsor : Constance La France
The poor are lazy, languid, and loafing – the rich rut,
Is this why many people of my nation have no hut?
Isn't the concept: every rich is industrious, a myth?
Isn't there a great gulf betwixt a blacksmith and a goldsmith...?
I know my rickshaw-puller neighbor, born in penury,
His ancestors were poor too for many a century;
Can I judge his hardships his sin or the sin of his dad?
Or the transgression of a system that has gone so bad...?
I have seen the rich climbing the ladder of life briskly,
The branches of trees of mammon, they catch hold so quickly;
Hard work and calculative effort, no doubt, are in them,
Don't cells of dishonesty occupy their root and stem...?
By tilling the earth and breaking rocks pennies the poor earn,
In torn rags they shiver in cold; in summer sun they burn;
Is begging a fashion that the poor bejewel them with?
Doesn't shame cut them to pieces, within, like grass in a scythe?
Poverty is a curse and not a blessing, the world knows,
Hunger, thirst, homelessness, and illnesses paucity sows;
Undernourished children, like cattle, are pushed to labor,
The poor are, often, abhorred and loathed by each rich neighbor...!
Isn't fighting poverty a duty of every person?
Doesn't, by the vile of inequality, crises worsen?
God has made the mammon for all - this fact each one should know,
The concept of living and letting live, each should follow...!!!
28 March 2023
Writing Challenge - 'P' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Bright stars of clarity spark dark night skies
against their heaven-blue.
Through light-years far away-
they speak to me in their unending glow.
They speak the wonder of this Universe;
below them spins our home;
this Earth, a speck compared-
so lost in breadth of space among the rest.
Oh, stars of clarity you speak to me;
for sure we're not alone.
Among you, suns like ours-
have worlds that spin and rotate as we do.
The law of probabilities does show-
there cannot be just one
large star-sun galaxy
supporting life as we, beneath its sun.
Twinkling stars bejewel our evening skies
above this earthly world;
a vision to us all;
we're not alone in this grand Universe.