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TENET OF REIFIER NATURE
Summer’s departing footsteps on the eve of autumn I hear
as the sun blazing the topography mellows down at noon,
and on dewed meadow at sunrise verdant shimmers appear,
the blushing leaves rustle as they’ll become redder soon.
The dawn’s tapestry depicts the sagas woven in autumn color
as the crimson fringed clouds kayak across the cerulean sky.
The sunburst horizon makes the pristine nature a true reifier
that’ll disappear never ever even if the doom’s day is nigh.
At this time my senses capture the signals of season as radar,
the waiting winter’s lurking shadow my mental eye can see.
I soak the warmth of fall air that’ll act in me as the reviver
when in the frigid times at the lowest level of gloom I’ll be.
October 6, 2018
Robins seem to enjoy my yard
Awaiting the coolness of dewed mornings
To awaken the wriggling worms
A seasonal offering favored by the feathered ones
Dandelion waiters tend to the color and flavor
Serving up “all natural”, organic, pesticide free offerings
They can vouch for the claim
As they have managed the place for 30 years
A bold red Cardinal sits atop a fence post preaching
A Beyonce’ butted ground hog scurries away
Doves coo from within the safety of the hedges
A house cat stalks them from a windowsill
Buds dance to the music of the wood winds
A sparrow choir sings an opening hymn
As a disinterested hawk rides the updrafts
A chipmunk takes his order to go
Of Cable Cars and Gardenias
A magician, I seek and will highly pay!
Who can rewrite history,and bring
this poetess back to her love!
She recalls with joy and tears,
Her bewitching lover's eyes as they rode
In a majestic Cable Car.
With that delicious fog that brought God's
blessing on innocent lips.
Moonlit kisses softly on a starlit hill.
No kiss ever matched such power and
overcoming gentleness!
Her long, gleaming dark,Cleopatra tresses.
His gift of a dewed gardenia~ in her fog blessed
hair.
Which scented her to him forever for future days.
That now is a passion sonata of him and bygone days.
Vague traces of her love for him are constantly
Running through her body daily.
Those gusty gardenia winds of youth and life's
tenderness.
She recalls with royal, on-going reverence!
His name, unspoken, silent as the furthest star.
She has his heart's love token!
With great spirit and gusto, they danced, laughed
and loved.
And will one day ride a golden cable car with multi
colored ribbons, to the heavens above!
11-23-2020
WHISPERING SUMMER BREEZE
My window opens on the meadow
See leaves rustle in breeze on a tree dry
From its branch a thirsty lonely swallow
Looks up for the rains to the sky.
Summer breeze whispers in my ear
It’s time to hold you in my arm
In the flutter of butterfly wings I hear
It’s time to sink in your charm.
My window opens on the meadow
See the sun color the summer dawn
Breeze swings the dewed grass aglow
Wish the show should go on and on.
Summer breeze whispers in my ear
It’s time to hold you in my arm
In the flutter of butterfly wings I hear
It’s time to sink in your charm.
My window opens on the meadow
See summer breeze glide on bed of rose
Carries the scent to me, it’s yours I know
In twilight gleam you’ll come to me close.
Summer breeze whispers in my ear
It’s time to hold you in my arm
In the flutter of butterfly wings I hear
It’s time to sink in your charm.
On this summer day at sunset hour
You come when soft breeze blows
I see you near, I see you clear
You are here by my window.
Summer breeze whispers in my ear
It’s time to hold you in my arm
In the flutter of butterfly wings I hear
It’s time to sink in your charm.
August 7, 2018
A dawn makes a promise new
love songs, sing the chirping birds
soft aurora opens morn door
wet soft grass blades stick on shoe.
Fine lazy day, why undo?
dewed blooms whisper tender words
my heart wants to listen more
enjoying these moments few.
Drunk on nature, I get high
gentle, fresh breeze, feels so good
worries get all cast away
time seems to be on slow run.
Going out today, far cry
party barbecue, I would
friends are invited too, hey!
day so begun, is well done.
9.6.2020
Written 4 stanzas. Similarity of end words of respective lines of first and second stanza and then third and fourth stanza attempted.
The grass "dewed" in spring’s early morning shimmer
Upon a crocus lay an "alula" in the sun with a glimmer
A symbol of many flights on every "level" there is to be
Whether it be "solos" or those together, feeling free
Often at "noon" Robin hop across the sunny land
Their "stots" fun to watch, then so still they do stand
Summer brings the "pop" of fireworks in the sky to see
Hummingbirds, "kayak", cookouts and bumble bee
Fall for me can sometimes bring on a "doom mood"
As fun summer "sagas" end, squirrels scramble for food
Winter looms but "live not evil", for there is Christmas "Eve"
Followed by Christmas, a "tenet" most important to believe
Heidi Sands
9/26/18
*Placed 2nd in Palindromes 2 Contest.
One palindrome for each sentence.(oops one sentence has 2) Difficulty getting the bold to work for the words.
Dewed - Past tense verb of wet
Alula - Broken bird's wing
Level - Horizontal plane above or below given point
Solos - Plural for one singular person
Noon - Midday
Stots - Bounces
Pop - Explosive sound
Kayak - Canoe of a type used originally by the Inuit, made of light frame
Doom Mood - Feeling of things going badly or to get worse
Sagas - Long stories of achievement
Live Not on Evil - Choice not to live evil
Eve - Period of time immediately before an event
Tenet - Principle of belief, especially one of the main principles of religion
It falls with grace.
Metallic bawls hail the strength of zinc roofs.
At the mercy of the thatch,
Drops drip from needle points of skeletal
Palm fronds.
Particles of rain descend on thresholds
Among dewed terrains.
The petrichor befriends the atmosphere,
Caressing limpid warmth with floating cold.
Lightning, a white dancing Anaconda, races with speed,
Filling the tenebrous plains with lights of hope.
Troubled skies ululate through the power of thunder.
I always recline on that liquid voice!
Rainmakers cream their palms
And roast fresh leaves of
Epochal petals
Plucked from somnolent trees.
Bubbles, green and full of life, puke,
Filling up the mouths of burning woods.
Grey darkness suggests the pleasant wars of
May through October,
When distant wayward drops
Trickle before the deafening deluge.
I hail the blandishments of July
For the society of fattened yams and the
Worthy tendrils —festooned confetti of ceremonial
Harvests.
Droughts yawn in vain when the attitude of
Wet seasons befriends the skies,
Yielding fecund grimes that grace the soil.
Out on an early morning stroll,
while people roll in bed, snoring,
encore in dreamy shores, I looked up.
The sun was on a drill, dressing up
clumps of clouds for the day's display.
I needed to nab my share of shade:
a gray, a gold, a subtle purple,
set against a bright blue. I thought
of a rainbow; my heart raced to Noah.
Is beauty for the eye only?
Can't it tickle me in the nostril, too?
I sniffed the air for scented beauty
from dewed flowers, sleepy lawns,
classy hedges—the home-grown pride.
No match!
No match for the sky!
Rising sun blares high, splashing colors;
at dusk, clouds bask in gold before winking
stars lull the earth to sleep.
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
WRITING THE SAGA OF LOVE
Long time ago on the eve of a memorable New Year
we met while you lay on the dewed grass of meadow.
The soft sun shone on the noon sky, spotless clear,
your face glimmered, I could only say,‘wow’.
I saw the crimson roses peep at you in envy
for your supple cheeks couldn’t be redder.
In your eye dreams of our future I could see,
you haven’t gone since then out of my radar.
Our long journey began from the top spot of bliss,
we shared happily whatever from life we did get.
The tenet of togetherness we had never taken amiss
for we haven’t finished writing sagas of our love yet.
May 7, 2018.
Many many years from now on a busy morning,
suddenly for a moment Mallika my name in your mind,
it will force you to stop and look at the sky
and from your heart will come out a deep sigh,
memories of love,
suddenly so fresh like a 'dewed' morning rose
remembering your lost love again
absentmindedly you will touch my last gift with moist eyes,
"love thy name is eternity"
your fingers will follow this line on that bone china vase,
I know time will go slow though tears will flow faster
and I will be nowhere
near you "before the next teardrop falls",
only my memories closer,nearer to you,
happy,joyful,cheerful,pleasant days
when the moon rose in the sky just for us,
will these glimpses of happy days wipe tears from your eyes?
If not,if you are still running on empty
just listen to my words floating in the air,
"love thy name is eternity".
© kash poet 2012
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Placement: 5th (June 2012)
Contest:Mish-Mash
Sponsor:Tracie
RULES FOR THIS POEM (HA HA HA HA...enjoyed the challenge)
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Line 1.. must have 13 syllibles
Line 2.. use the name of someone you love in this line
Line 3.. must rhyme with Line 4
Line 4.. see above
Line 5.. can only have 3 words
Line 6.. must contain a palindrome
Line 7.. use the title of your poem in this line
Line 8.. must rhyme with line 3 & 4
Line 9.. must be one of your favorite short quotes
Line 10.. use the name of a country in this line
Line 11.. 5 words in this line must rhyme
Line 12.. use only 6 syllibles in this line
Line 13.. Add all or part of a song title to this line
Line 14..use a synonym in this line
Line 15.. use 4 different words that mean the same thing in this line.
Line 16.. you cant use the letters A D or L in this line
Line 17.. Use the words happy and eyes in this line
Line 18.. the words 'running on empty' must be used in this line
Line 19.. must rhyme with line 12
Line 20.. Use a line from one of your old poems in this line.