Long Candelabras Poems
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At the Parisian Ball
wrapped in finest gowns
of virgin-snow, sugar-rose
and washed-out pistachio pastels
The hour-glass shapes
with tied narrow waists
waltzed with gallant men
togged up in midnight-dusk tails.
Victorian ladies in frilly petticoats
and gossamer laces
swirled in delicate silks
Lifting their pretty faces
to crystal candelabras
to ceilings'baroque paintings
and to the chattering sounds
of the gathering crowds.
From the half-opened pantry door
She listened to the music
which played melodically all night.
In her simple black dress
nude stockings,white apron and cap
Solo,She danced,with the light of the moon
which was glowing so bright.
Her slender hips swayed
in a flirtatious curve
Wishing...Dreaming
to get a glimpse of his world.
Through the mirror on the wall
She saw him standing tall
As he danced with his noble mademoiselle
Through the mirror on the wall
He saw her standing small
He caught her reflection
young love and affection
Yet,He kept standing there.
She swore She could feel it
The longing,the feeling...
It was written all over his eyes
He never got closer
His princedom can't own her
But She knows She's the one
She is that little star
which keeps falling so softly
in his cold vacant skies.
Des Nuits d'Amour
A fine tablecloth, Lenox china,
sterling dinner ware.
Tall, elegant candles in shiny
golden candelabras.
Un chantes, d' amour fill the
starry night that I can smell in your
heavenly hair.
The songs of Piaf and Aznavour
soften me, caught in this love-lair.
Massages and sultry kisses.
A sink full of unwashed dishes.
It's time we dance, mon trevor!
Blow out the candles and close the
doors!
So that, we can, in sweet silence,
become one with the stars.
Simply, gorgeous you and I!
In overwhelming desire,
to quench our insatiability.
Those glorious moments of fulfilling
our hearts' utmost desires.
05/01/2023
Tiptoeing inside an entrance that held
unknown mysteries of a slain clan,
draped photographs flickered with
low-lit candelabras of Halloween eve.
I ran up the steps as my heels
cracked on through a nightfall's twirl ...
the moon quivering like a ghoul's shadow
while rotten windows banged!
And the door reeled of odor around walls,
sipping the pungent air that hindered
my echoes from squeaking heavily
among a pile of crushed leaves.
Interior bleakness brought more dread
as tendrils of red mould hanged on cobwebs
dripping like spurts of blood...alone,
I turned to leave: my skirt rushing away
from the ancient house and its eerie view.
Glancing at the ruined structure
from a distance, fallen grasses
seemed to blink: my disheveled hair
meshing on a ripped treat- o- trick basket
as I quickly escaped, panting
into the thick fog without a candle in the mist.
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Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Written: February 1st, 2025 For contest by Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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Tethered to a wick, flickering in orbit,
carnelian and velvet flute notes swirl.
Amber sparks rise and swarm.
Gold and glories cavort,
while a sable-zaffre shroud is weaving graffiti,
The candle's lambent light casts the shadows.
Opals float akin to petals in a cesspool,
triggering thoughts of scarlet shift,
as coppery sensations escape their chains.
Shelves push against a bound bosom.
Creativity exhales smoke and throws.
while maples' sway ruins bibliophilic dreams.
Rhapsody strikes with a sigh of melodic delight.
shining coldly, like winter's moonlight.
whirling shadows and crimson angels,
as eventide-colored darts whistle on ledges.
Candelabras wear cardigans as gaunt sailors.
And garrulous flames tell tales of gossamer nights.
Vivid, sprawling thoughts and tangled ideas emerge,
from a nexus of opia and kuebiko's kenopsia; exulansis,
This blazing pyre is shadowed by slipshod stupidity.
Seraphic moments—a sylph-like eudaemonia whisper of
Virtuous knowledge whispers umpteen realities.
Onism turns a mere blip in liberosis dreams,
Blazing a trail of endless adventures!
Altschmerz soothes sonder in occhiolism reveries.
Epiphany shines pure, like the aurora elixir.
Monachopsis leaves views, and kenopsia fades—a balm,
Ethereal panacea from unseen yet deeply felt nodes.
Vivid yet deep colors echo the pain of the moment.
It enables us to view life through a cosmic lens.
Maples sway melodically under the moon’s glow,—
their frosty sheen bestows grace
light plays across the frozen ground,
creating fleeting beauty.
Affluent and formal
pink lilies deck the tables;
we await the
sweet, affected
laughter of our friends.
Bedecked in bouffant hair-do's
perfumes, ermines, jewels
brocades and buckled shoes,
we dazzle, yes! We dazzle
with our mirrors, and our decals,
our precious art, and plaster,
exotic candelabras,
but I can't wait to make my
exit to wander in the gardens
and let the scented air restore
my soul
To get completely
lost in moonlight and
fragrance of the night
never to return,
to that balcony, nor
endure, the boring empty twitter
that temporary glitter.
I can barely wait till daylight to
mount my noble horse
and gallop miles and miles
and miles away.
To feel the solid earth resound
beneath his flying feet.
I have crossed that fragile threshold
into madness.
I can no longer be a Duchess
Suzanne Delaney
A life without pie
Come On we can't stay young
Tomorrow knows the past
We have no choice
Since birth
You've been wild with a demon voice
In a forest with no paths
We follow the sun and the moon
In a city with lonely city lights
A town at least knows you're around.
We all are found
With barely enough
Air in our tanks
Is greatness only temporary
Our hero's are good for another 100 years
How do you know which way to go
what about another addiction
Attraction empowers you
Tomorrow knows the past
We have no choice
Bringing birth to the greatest of all time
A bloody goat
You've been wild
In a forest with no paths
We follow the most direct route
Directly through
To get to the other side of life
A cruel fate of regression
Temporary loss of greatness
Stay always young
So you can see
A new reality of lost
Always play the Part
The deception of wise
Always state your mind
The charisma of smart
Come on
the fidelity of growth
We got no power
When the government sells our ass
The last sign of peace
Come on
Lets go
He was consumed
With no escape life mimics a cartoon more after a few drinks
The want and the way it was a firecracker waiting to go off
Candelabras and long wooden tables
An uncompromising guilt to live a thousand years
The daytime was never so bright
I stayed up at nights
I became a vampire
My soul what was had been trapped
Others say bat say it twice to escape velocity
You got some bloody good art
If I stood by her side would I start to glow
It was a nature tour
They said it would be warm
Help with a cure
A sucker for the warmth of the sun
A honey pie without Love
Is just pie
Put it down
Just don't
Turn around.
The murderer never knew how to give
Now testosterone becomes a women thing
We marvel and cheer on our fellow females
A new day in deserted energies
Too violent for the casual man
A fine tablecloth, Lenox china,
sterling dinner ware.
Tall, elegant candles in shiny
golden candelabras.
Un chantes, d' amour fill the
starry night that I can smell in your
heavenly hair.
The songs of Piaf and Aznavour
soften me, caught in this love-lair.
Massages and sultry kisses.
A sink full of unwashed dishes.
It's time we dance, mon trevor!
Blow out the candles and close the
doors!
So that, we can, in sweet silence,
become one with the stars.
Simply, gorgeous you and I!
In overwhelming desire,
to quench our insatiability.
Those glorious moments of fulfilling
our hearts' utmost desires.
July 19, 2019
6:30pm PST
For so many years my one desire was to stay all night in a haunted manor
With candelabras to lighten my way, heated by the warmth of a welcome fire
Haunted perchance by a lady in white over the years such yearnings to find her
Whilst visiting a medieval Maiden’s Tower atop of an ancient manor house
I entered a room closed to the public, trying to escape a marauding mouse
In the late afternoon as I explored further, through a creaky oak door I emerged
A cell like room so sparse and small, apart from a bed there was nothing at all
Feeling sleepy I laid upon the bed, as slowly my imaginings began to take over
I felt the presence of a fragile young girl, as falling asleep I could hear her weep
Locking her away for so many years; her family was told that she was insane
But really she was just misunderstood, such a waste of a life never let out again
So cruelly imprisoned for so many years, eventually she did lose her mind
When finally she died, her spirit remained; unable to leave it was left behind
Listening to her story I showed her compassion, and persuaded her spirit to rest
For until her spirit was able to leave, her poor sweet soul was left unblessed
On waking at dawn I was cold and alone and I wondered was this all a dream
but there on the floor the white dress she wore, her soul now at peace it would seem
3rd January 2019
Competition: One Night In A Haunted Manor
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
4th placement in a Premier contest
Ultimate January 2019
Brian Strand