Long Chatoyant Poems
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Burnished blue night-sky of a summer’s day,
dotted with chatoyant stars, twinkling bright,
her luminous moon stealing the sunray,
pulchritudinous night, a heart’s delight,
songs of cicadas’ echo through the night,
their musical strains cradle and caress,
the clear summer night under the moonlight,
chirping among the dancing forest-sprite,
midnight mystique moonbeams, flicker, glimmer,
shining through the pearly dewy-droplets,
kissing the night-blooms with a dim shimmer,
flowing gently touching the silhouettes,
blissful, dreamy, tranquil night of summer,
a paradise for a lonesome lover.
Written: April 16, 2024
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Aloof seashore, unmoored and carved
Ambrosian aesthetically alluring
In twilight's yearning glance,
Once loaded, linger and hinder
Stars strewn swathing sapidity sky
Nostalgic aura of bygone memory
Before experiencing love,
One must bond with sadness
Within the confines of truth
Must first be honest with himself,
as I wake up each morning,
I place my feet on the floor
My pure and unburdened soul comes to mind
anticipatory stirring of emotions within
I linger idly, akin to a seed yet to bloom
Yet, in the depths of my soul, day and night
I'm unaware of the tears that will soon fall.
I wonder: Does the sun shine?
Is it a sylphlike seraphic splurge?
In a virtuosic wispy beyond reach?
And, with a virile embrace
By the shore, aurora glow swirls
Or the porch light gentle glow.
Gazing in sight—chatoyant soul shines
But I am aware of the truth
Your love extends beyond stars
You could have an elixir melody
But not as deep as your love
Your love illuminates the skies
In your vicinity, my eudaemonia,
yet satiated with yearning desire
However, if you decide to remain
My heart is yours to retain
It quivers with the sound of your touch
Yet, fear and false feelings abound
Your love is a distant star in the sky
While Eden is albeit far away.
Cynosure,
sly predator,
chatoyant gaze
seeks
dappled ingenue
demurely cloaked in glamour,
object
A mellifluous purr
of lissome stealth’s
ineffability.
death’s
sempiternal panacea
survival.
John G. Lawless
5/14/2016
10 word challenge – Silent One
Chatoyant: Having a changeable luster. A chatoyant stone or gemstone, such as the cat's-eye.
Cynosure: Something or someone who is the centre of attention.
Demure: shy and modest
Glamour: defined as the elegant, exciting or attractive quality that makes someone or something seem special or desirable.
Ineffable: too overwhelming to be expressed or described in words; inexpressible
Ingénue: A naive, innocent girl or young woman
Lissome: Moving or able to move with grace and ease; lithe and graceful
Mellifluous: something musical, melodious or pleasant to hear
Panacea: A remedy for all diseases, evils, or difficulties; a cure-all
Sempiternal: Enduring forever; eternal
I'm dressed to the nines, do I look fine, Defiantly not demure.
I see you on the dance floor a picture glamour, in fact to die for,
I'm mesmerised as you dance by, a portrait of lissome grace,
just one of your smiles could cure all the worlds wiles, a panacea for the human race.
The mellifluous sound in the background makes me want to get on that dance floor
As I join the dance floor and for sure Im the cynosure of the rooms attention.
I ask to dance, and you say yes ,that's me ineffable for the rest of the night.
You're not an ingénue girl, as you send me wild with the moves of a temptress
That dance will last in sempiternal, your the prettiest I have ever seen
The disco lights reflect of that dress and the sequins shine with a chatoyant lustre
Then you turn round, and without a sound you disappear into the night .
the story of my life lol
Written: September 29, 2025, for contest sponsored by Tom Wood
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I) Sojourn of the Alabaster Mind
I careen through a world of chatoyant light,
Each step is a mirror of halcyon lore.
The pavonine sky and a chimera flight,
Projects sage shadows on an Elysian shore.
A clamor of atlas, a ductile tickle
Elixir of wonder, still need to fickle—
To pursue the penumbra, to not be blind,
And a sojourn for the alabaster mind.
II) The Necrotic Hour
I maunder across the clangor of despair,
A stertorous breath in the stygian gloom.
No nepenthe soothes within egregious snare,
Each cough is a pyrrhic echo in my room.
The airhead mocks my once-mellifluous breath
My Oculus dims in sudden fever death.
No eloquence lives in this loathsome abyss—
My nemesis: the sickness can't be sheer bliss.
Why do I live a life so impure? A remedy?
A panacea for the things I’ve done wrong?
At work, on the outside, I’m demure and apt,
But within, I write my own song.
My song has words clothing my beautiful girl,
My ingénue, hot sexy lover.
My lover is exquisite, a silky chatoyant woman,
With a mysterious, silky white cover.
Her wrists are tied, her eyes are bound,
Her legs enslave my evil desire.
She hangs in the controlled sinful shed of pure guilt,
She’s a cynosure inside of my fire.
Her body sways with my will, a lissome ballerina,
Perpetually dancing her delicious.
I eat her glamour like a cat, her bud was ineffable,
My manhood was now so ambitious.
I wanted this moment, this time out of time,
To be sempiternal, lasting all days.
But all too soon my “me” sang a song so mellifluous,
My lover and I for the rest of always.
We walked home
Hand in hand
You were just a girl
me a boy
pretending to be a man
We held tightly to our nothing
Wrapping it fully within the wanting
Not really knowing
who we were
or what we were needing
So it was so easy
to sink into heavy breathing
Me the innocent boy
you my ingenue
We loved each other for a time
It seemed the right thing to do
You were my cynosure
a crystal blue eyed angel
naked and demure
Tentatively innocent
yet somehow you seemed so sure
I wanted you to unlock my sad lonely
still I kept looking elsewhere for a cure
A panacea
for the missing parts inside of me
So I searched
wanting to see
my sempiternal possibility
Feelings ineffable
I wanted so bad to feel full
Why couldn't I hold onto us
or resist the pull
I was a sad black sheep
searching for virgin wool
I thought maybe
beyond my awkward stammer
in the wider world of glamour
I could be a mellifluous camper
Yet secretly I knew
I was neither lissome or free
Why did I give up the us in we?
Binding myself in a place
I was never meant to be
There in a chatoyant box
locked with a golden key
It would take years
For me to be able to see
What my crystal blue baby
seen inside of me
In the end
knowing I was loveable
is what set the boy free
You showed me
the man I was meant to be!
I completed Silent's ten word challenge.
The Ballerina
The curtain parted...there upon the stage,
'neath bright chatoyant spotlight's glaring glow
she stood, a cynosure in tunneled beam;
demure, yet with ineffable glamor.
With lovely bow, this ingenue young girl,
composed, yet like a whirling breeze, began
her lissome ballet dance of twirls and swirls
to mellifluous sounds of violins.
A panacea of sweet calm filled up
my soul as she so gracefully succumbed
to call of violins and merged with them
in artful dance I wished sempiternal.
The beauty of her gracefulness in dance
enveloped me in deep, hypnotic trance.
Sandra M. Haight
Unrhymed Sonnet
In the fresca of her reckless dream
were halos, multi-colored
Cynosure is simply glowing
with glamour, never knowing
the dream, the wish, her fantasy
is fragile reverie
Is a place to fear, will waste her years
and where her whims have led
It will lead her on a lissome road
that's paved with gold, she'll see
but also cold, where she could freeze
with empty years to dread
A chatoyant moon up in the sky
appears to leave no warning
And words we know, like backs of hands
are not clear words she'll understand
Where fairytales, and charming men
ineffable and kind, deceive the human mind
Who can define
or hide the truth, that's underlined, mistook?
Mellifluous music. is all she hears
Adagios, to fill the ears,
contain her storybook
While watching her, our ingénue, demure and pale
She'll soon grow old behind the veil, panacea of tall dreams
She'll fade into the mythical, her fairyland of schemes
Sempiternal devotion, is not for everyone
For sometimes cruel emotion, will take the heart and run
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Inspired by Silent One's
Ten Word Challenge
Words Used:
Chatoyant:
Cynosure: .
Demure:
Glamour:
Ineffable:
Ingénue:
Lissome:
Mellifluous:
Panacea:
Sempiternal
Written: January 18, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Robert James Liguori
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The skies seemed erratic with dull rage.
A freakish breeze is beginning to gage.
Their pompous struggle across the sea.
Evocative of some sort of antique age.
From distant swale, a solid hush withdrew
As recalcitrant clouds began to brew.
Their chatoyant bellies flashed gilded fire,
A strong omen no sailor could misconstrue.
Then came the foofaraw — a copious roar,
Waves irrupt as beasts against the shore.
A shellback cursed the tempest’s devil heart,
Calling it a gossip bent on settling a score.
The wind, verbose in its wilful might,
Rebuked the cliffs through the howling night.
Its fustian bellow is inspissated with rain
Turned every halcyon memory into fright.
Lightning carved a partita through the sky,
A wild, sequacious dance that dared not die.
Thunder replied with slippery weight,
Thick and rolling, an aficionado reply.
The sea spun an enigma of rising foam.
A xenogenesis of chaos away from home.
Even gulls, those fickle arbiters of storm.
Quite a false peace where shades roam.
Yet with the storm girlish force and might,
Through every sanguine hope taking flight,
A lone lantern glimmered in limpid defiance,
A spark of courage refusing the night.
And when dawn chose to liaise with the land,
Its brief gold brushed the waves as a hand
Coddling the wreckage, gentle and genteel,
As if forgiving the storm for all it had planned.