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In diaphanous sapphire night,
the drizzle of argentine moon dust,
the existential epithet of
dulcet melodic descencion,
adorns the pearl-laced waves
of the rolling sensuous sea,
spread seamlessly before me,
beyond the baroque shore,
where I saunter with me
in the corridor of the musical mind,
and follow the tune of soulful symphony.
The rain-washed sparkling sky
spreads the seamless spectrum
of my opulent dreams,
weaved as the tapestry of fantasy
with the lattice of chromatic imagery,
the surreal strings design the splendor
of the charismatic rainbow motif,
arching over the halcyon horizon
that beckons me to the concert of being,
and feel fascinated the vibrato of life.
In the stalled turbid times,
defused in the miasma of despair,
I turn the dented emotive impulse
into lyrical crescendo of concerto.
On its sonorous whistling wings
I fly in the rhapsodic sky of sonata,
to the harmonic realm of afflatus,
and realize the nascent notion
that life is a song.
Ebullient ecstasy cascades in the rolling valley of time,
changes tenor with the reflection of the chromatic sky
on the parchment of delightful dawn and dulcet dusk.
On the sensuous cerulean canvas the emotive artist
paints the poignant panorama of the unseen dreams,
perceiving the vibrant essence so long ignored unfelt.
Life is then an opinion of euphoria called melody.
In diaphanous sapphire night,
the drizzle of argentine moon dust,
the existential epithet of heavenly descencion,
adorns the pearl-laced waves of the sensuous sea,
spread seamlessly before me, beyond the baroque shore,
where I saunter with me in the corridor of the musical mind,
follow the tune of soulful symphony.
The miasma of surreal trance envelops in perception
the dreams wafting from the obscurity of nowhere
in the furrows within sands of time, past and future.
With the multicolored strands of possessive passion
the mystique mind weaves the tapestry of belief,
shrouding everything that seems dismally distant.
Life is then an opinion of emotion called joy.
The rain-washed sky spreads the seamless spectrum
of my opulent dreams, weaved as the tapestry of fantasy
with the lattice of chromatic imagery,
the surreal strings design the splendor of rainbow motif
over the halcyon horizon that beckons me to the concert of being,
feel fascinated the vibrato of life.
In the river flowing to the seamless sea of eternity,
the mariner mind sails on the waves of rapture,
passing the debris of the denuded wasteland banks,
across the broken bridges crumbling behind,
to merge with the bay of bliss in the gleam of twilight,
suspended on the tinged fringe of the sunset horizon.
Life is then an opinion of acuity called beauty.
In the stalled turbid times defused in the miasma of despair,
I turn the dented emotion into lyrical crescendo of concerto.
On its sonorous whistling wings I fly in the rhapsodic sky of sonata,
to the harmonic realm of afflatus,
realize the nascent notion that life is a song.
A woman in the store said she
Had falsely been accused.
The situation seemed to be
Not easily defused.
She claimed a sales clerk followed her
And looked inside her bag
To see if possibly there was
An item she did snag.
The argument was getting loud;
I couldn’t help but hear.
The back and forth was jarring
In the store’s chic atmosphere.
I paid and left – I’ll never know
The end of that dispute.
It made me wonder how I’d feel
With sales clerks in pursuit.
For profile victims have to boil
With anger to the hilt,
Just knowing others look at them,
Imagining their guilt.
That woman might be innocent
Or possibly, a thief;
But I’ll admit, not being her,
I walked out with relief.
“In the depth of mind where happiness gleams
life is an immanent image called beauty.” – Quote by Poet
In translucent sapphire night,
the drizzle of argentine star dust,
symbolising the sequined epithet
of existential melodic vibrant essence,
adorns the pearl-laced waves
of the rolling sensuous sea of being,
that spreads seamlessly before me,
beyond the baroque shore,
where I saunter with me
in the corridor of the musical mind,
trace the tune of soulful symphony.
The rain-washed sparkling sky
in the chromatic trellis of the setting sun,
spreads the seamless spectrum
of my diaphanous dreams,
weaved as the tapestry of fantasy
with the lattice of sanguine imagery.
The surreal strings design the splendor
of the charismatic rainbow motif,
arching over the halcyon horizon
that beckons me to the living concert,
makes me feel fascinated the vibrato of life.
In the stalled turbulent times,
defused in the miasma of despair,
I turn the dented emotive impulse
into lyrical crescendo of consciousness concerto.
On its sonorous whistling wings
I fly in the perception sky of rhapsodic sonata,
to the harmonic realm of euphoria,
and realize the nascent notion
that life is a song I should sing now.
Broken promises churn my heart,
like what the desert whirlwind does
to the desolate dunes.
I can’t calm down my twirling turbulence,
pent-up rage shatters the shield of forbearance,
turns me into discarded debris of indignity
within the intolerant ignominious abyss.
The sanguine awareness then finds patience,
the candle of inner strength,
ignited as the guiding light
in the web of exigent intolerance,
entangling the essence of my muddled mindset.
Amidst the commotion of turbulent life,
the alchemic anchor of calmness
prevents me from being swept away
by the coercive currents of compulsion,
enabling me to approach life challenges
with composed and collected altered attitude.
I discover the innate fortitude,
that braces me in the tempest of life,
builds the bridge that fosters discernment,
appreciative of the deviant thought perception,
constructing entwined resilient connections.
The mystique mist shrouds my penultimate path
to the time future, fading in the obscurity.
In twilight zone the sunset swansong echoes
the tune of forlorn spent life, silhouetted still
against the tranquil skyline.
The shards of shattered hope on dejected drift,
fly like birds with colors to the restful nest
across the calm canvas of the setting sun,
where the remnant rays of revival survives,
designing the last latent lattice of dream,
that swathes the sanguinity sphere of my listless life.
The rain-washed sparkling sky
spreads the seamless spectrum
of my opulent dreams yet to be dreamt,
embroidered in the tapestry of fantasy
with the charisma of chromatic imagery,
where the surreal strings design the splendor
of the resplendent rainbow motif,
arching over the halcyon horizon
that beckons me to the concert of being.
Fascinated, I feel the vibrato of vivacious life.
In the stalled turbid times,
defused in the miasma of despair,
I turn the dented emotive impulse
into the lyrical crescendo of concerto.
On its sonorous serenading wings,
I fly in the rhapsodic sky of sonata
to the harmonic home of serene afflatus,
and realize the nascent notion
that life is a symphony.
Knock knock knocking on heaven's door
my knuckles are bleeding and still,
you ask me, nothing more
Thick red solid walls erected between us
you labeled me and shipped me off to another Country ...
leaving me with nothing more
Defused, deprogramed, debugged, I walk away
from your locked-in displaced shrug
I am held in a makeshift prison of my own,
though I tell you everything, you tell me nothing more;
Knock knock knocking on Satan's door
Sanctimonious roars from a placating hypocritical God
no Pious gesture on my part, I am not conforming
this misshapen piece of bread you offer me
doesn't feed my aching belly,
I show you everything I'm feeling while you,
escort me, out the door.
ps I wish to thank Michelle for speaking such cantillate truth.
Shallow strands; slumber's token
Veiled words subconsciously spoken
Dark window to inner being broken
Pent-up desires from entomed depths awoken
New pathways from psyche's cluttered road pared
Surrealistic vistas sculpted, with well-worn peaks paired
Imaginative streams by conscious's reservoir snared
Nightmares flood overloaded circuits, subliminal fears bared
Fantasies flow through refurbished conduits, delightful impulses shared
Time's burdensome mantra refused
Spatial limitations are excused
Yesterday's sorrows, actions with today's sense of urgency infused
Today's sentiments, yesterday's deeds are synchronically fused
Tomorrow's presentiments are tethered to present cares then defused
I'm off to a dreaded confrontation
Or at least that's what it would seem
Funny how the mind can conjure up
Scenarios that are always extreme
Never thinking middle of the road
Only thinking black and white
I've already decided ahead of time
These guys are in for a fight
The time arrives, the meeting begins
It's all very cordial and nice
Till soon we're down to the nitty gritty
Make my stand and roll the dice
Much to my sheer and utter surprise
It was greeted with positive feedback
Amazed and rendered quite speechless
It definitely defused my attack
So the bottom line to all of this
Think positive, it will rub off on folks
Negativity always breeds negativity
Compromise is the master stroke
© Jack Ellison 2012
A sudden darkness veiled the world below.
Luna was defused by a shadowed sky,
giving cause for Earth to be wrought with woe.
Something strange caused the night to go awry
as a shroud covered moonlight's golden glow.
My pulse quickened at the phenomenon.
I inhaled the floral scent of roses.
Snowflakes drifted over garden and lawn.
Like a fairytale that one composes,
it was a magical scene to dwell on.
Stars were dancing around the somber moon.
The brightest ones provided enough light
to see them twirling to a rhytmic tune.
What a spectacle I witnessed tonight;
stars waltzing and snow in the month of June!
With drooping eyelids, I soon fell asleep,
awakened when dawn's fingers touched my face.
At the window I sat, ready to weep.
Of snow and roses, there was not a trace.
The tale of last night I'll secretly keep.
December 1, 2020
Quintain - Sicilian Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Respect in uniform
A man with respect
Major Oliver O. Howard
One of the US Armies best
A courageous soldier
With an order to follow
Dis-quell the Indian Wars
So there be peace tomorrow
Born in Maine
His dad died when he was nine
But this little boy
Turned out oh so fine
At nineteen, he graduated
A young man, already well rated
1854 Military pass
This bright young man, 4th in his class
Time advances to the Indian Wars
To do his duties, soldier sworn
To quell the fighting, peace be ours
Chief Joseph and the Indian colors
His task achieved, tho Indian losses
Orders he served, from Washington's bosses
Chief Joseph, from his lands he was moved
To Oklahoma, situation defused
1894 the retirement of he
Major General what he rose to be
Universities and College named in his name
This quite amazing soldier of Military Fame
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