Long Chatoyant Poems

Who is this woman?
Who has made a sudden apparition?
Who lilted as she turned to look at me through the silvery haze of the fog,
Her Compelling, and faint yet loud to the senses, 
, gorgeous musky...

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One day I decided to go and sit in the park.
I sought fresh inspiration and a new muse!
My decision was the perfect panacea done on a lark.
In no way would my spirit this time me...

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She shed her clothes; fur and silk first
Petrichor lingered in her hair
Seraglio was the holy-grail
For most women of the enlightened age.
Not for her; Chatoyant lady with her lithe body
Was a warier of her country.
She was...

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 We had a sempiternal sort of love. We endured nightmares of broken glass and hours of pure bliss. It seemed strange how he loved me the way that he did. See, I was always...

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Ravishing Predawn Vision, Return To Me

My panacea, vision shining forth, wee hours of morn
Her chatoyant hair, flowed in my all consuming dreams
Her demure gaze, always smiling, never a look of scorn
In paradise, ingénue bathing in...

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The glamour of her skin faded
 like late-afternoon sunbeams 
that settled  on rose petals 'dust

But , not the light in her wide chatoyant eyes
That light was still  glowing bright
Like a  freshly washed...

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Written: January 07, 2024
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eyes are soul gates      even in disguise      they do not lie
visual cues...

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Be not harried by apostasy spates
Surcease ye flux of basilic imprecations
Adhibit ye ,supernal paracletes  
The pith of divinity

An Achates,
Vae victis
In this temporal realm

Chatoyant fanfaronade
Sursurrant congeries
Erelong abate
Shun the gaffer's gammon
Arcadian maundering

Avaunt kaleidoscopic zealotry  
Bandy...

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* this is a challenge poem as set out by Silent One

DEAD DANCE
The chatoyant sky shimmered like abalone
As they gathered around the Infinity Stone.
Calling the spirits of place the master chants,
Ayahuasca the vine sends him...

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I stood in awe as she alighted like a bird upon some branch,
Belisha beacon to the abyss bound  clochard.
Bonfire for uncanny scion  adrift,
 ignited by her
incandescent eyes.
Chanteuse  of Arcadia  on song...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Mom told me once that 
Her cat's eye necklace
Was a favorite.
There was something about it
That filled it with glamour.
Years later I learned it appealed
To her because it was chatoyant.

A few decades ago, 
Every ingenue was...

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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...

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La peregrina, why do I pick you from all the jewels of the world ?

Not because you were a fifty -eight and a half carat pear-shaped drop pearl

 hanging gayly on enchantress  Elizabeth...

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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...

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Ain't You Demure....Challenge


She rode in on a buckskin mare,
Tied up at Cote D'Zur
She sat down by a young cowboy -
He said "Ain't you demure."

She said,"My husband says 'lissome'-
And I prefer that tone."
He said," You're prob'ly...

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Cherry-red lips paused behind the mic;
a white dress glittered in the stage lights;
a face looked like that of an ingénue,
as the eyes seemed chatoyant
behind the stage lights. Her mellifluous voice blended
so well with jazz instrumentals,
that...

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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...

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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...

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Shrouded in quixotic mist
Rolling fields of emerald green
Land carved by coral blue
Simply, ineffable

The chatoyant stream flows
Water shifting, mellifluous and giving
The glammour of the alblaster chalky frame
Impeccably, unstained

An ingenue and I, together we played
Those simpler times...

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I was so looking forward to my trip to Tahiti
this was to be my panacea, a sure cure for all my ails.
For once there I could forget the dregs of big city life
and swim the...

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She lingers in my dreams
Like a sempiternal sense

Contrive a sense of glamour
Which makes her ineffable

I recall a lissome cynosure 
Attributed from a demure

Yet an ingénue as she is
With her mellifluous voice 

A pair of chatoyant...

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The cats' chatoyant eyes reflected fear
As the darkness of night penetrated 
Everything, even small lamp that's near
The fear grew as the dogs snarled and hated

The dark fog shrouded woods did not draw one
Come, come into...

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