Long Dusts Poems
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Dusts of chalks are floating in the air,
We’re bit not cozy for this boredom to care.
Gladly stuck in this wooden peach room,
Surrounded with blooms who are obviously gloom.
I’m out of my mind to say it out loud,
Feels like I want to go out where I could shout loud.
Sparks are flying in a hot dead end,
Bounded with confusion like they all want to blend.
Stately want to say that I’m sick of this routine,
Too much of works are killing my intestine.
I hate how this thing strikes in the mid of my day,
White dusts in my hand are little bit vex to play.
Maybe I got lost in this smoothless progression,
Absurd malady is strongly quite revolution.
I don’t know how to get along with these things in proper,
Knowing that boredom is all I have to suffer.
The first sense from the portal destination was contentment and a smile to the eyes-
of barnyard kin and neighbor, those curious smiles welcomed in tandem with an expectance,
something I cannot put my finger on or elaborate,
but only as that I was a visitor but not a stranger.
Eager but calm faces
silhouetted amidst the moonlight's particle beam,
dusts that danced like Fairy-folk in training
held spotlight and stage
to announce me in theatrical swirl.
The scent of damp straw permeated just enough
to add to the ambience. Then I looked out and slightly skyward, just below mountain level- to the east.
There sat a great City-
which looked to be made of Topaz and Steel and an impossible white material
that reminded me of alabaster and taffy.
That is where I remembered, that I met her.
I'm just a little particle created so long ago
I swirled with many of me to help your Solar System grow
For many years I spun I thought in never ending spin
From that marvel the nebula your Solar System begins
For those who are not very sure a supernova could have set the reaction
A core attracted me in then collapsing in a fatal attraction
The speed of which this happens picture a skaters arms by their side
Rotational forces so massive spinning in ever glide
This causes the cloud to flatten as me the dust is being drawn in
Around a dense core it travels a star is pulled in to begin
The more mass that is accumulated towards the center of the disc
Enough energy is now created nuclear reactions react so brisk
In basic simple terms Hydrogen atoms in Helium fuse
Releasing enormous amounts of energy your Solar System sings the blues
The outcome of one of these bursts was the forming of your sun
Granted, it took another ten million years but what you know now has now begun
The next step in the journey of this incredible science feat
Is the formation of the planets that you humans will eventually seek
Eventually us dusts we stuck together to form the many of many rocks
This process is known as accretion created by the science clock
Forming in the flat plane over millions and billions of years
Electrostatic forces allured creating your Solar System spheres
I'm just a little particle created so long ago
I swirled with many of me to help your Solar System grow
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The serene shade of serenading foliage
rippling in the cadence of the spring zephyr,
a translucent shroud of magnetic longing
filled the space of my collapsed emptiness, unfelt.
The bursting golden beams of the sunset blaze,
slicing through the shimmer of the ornate leaves,
carried to them your euphoric essence of silence
while time stood still with me, mesmerized.
The cascading flash of your effervescent smile,
caressed by the jasmine breeze of the twilight
flowed with the fragrant dusts of moonshine
of the ardent night on the silver canopy, charmed.
The desolate dawn rose from the empty horizon
where from behind the climbing clumps of clouds
the sun shed colors, rising from abyss of obscurity,
like your frilled footprints in my heart, engraved.
When in autumn with chromatic strands of hue
the fall weaves the tapestry of bronze on my meadow,
unfurled buds rustle with aroma of your redolent whisper,
you'll then return with the scented leaves to me, enticed.
November 14, 2019
Contest : Scented Leaves
Sponsor : Kim Rodrigues
December 19, 2019
Contest : Strand Special 5, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
I wink my eyes for you
Each day of my life
In each tic I blink for you
Every minute I enjoy my life
Endless thoughts of you
Kept me awake, dreaming of you
The clouds I see each day
Blows my mind away
The blazing wind that whispers your name
Day and night, serves my flame
Dusts that circle around me
Gusts of memories, you mizzle me
The sun that opens my day
The moon that lightens my way
The rainbow that colors my sight
The stars that strengthen my might
I close my eyes at night
My thoughts still awake and bright
I dream of you every other night
Stars spell out your name under the moonlight...
Antagonised from the depths of my psyche,
the charcoal dirt is blown
and dusts of deepest black scatter,
not dead but dormant
from the fickle and the protective.
A breeze permeates my insides and it is a shock,
unwelcome and unnecessary,
alien, frightening and belligerent,
yet uncovering sleeping embers
and shovelling in the coal.
Huge barricades of ice under the threat,
how did this get in?
When I am so rehearsed and closed,
a trickle of water showing the weakness
a puddle at the foot.
I had not imagined this, I expected nought,
my cardiology provoked
to saunter around a blind corner,
as slowly as I dare let it awaken
So I can be with you in a heartbeat.
Storm dusts of end summer dusk disappear,
ginger sky dons the silk attire of blue,
north wind whispers winter footfall is near,
boughs reclined on trees shine in amber hue.
Gold gilded leaves forget they were once green,
from air of fall drizzle blazing colors,
paints the charm of Monet on vibrant screen
with rustling foliage turned to flowers.
Summer swan song ushers autumn romance,
soaring fleet of cloud sails on cobalt sky,
in dawn’s glow with jade grass blades dew drops dance,
on mirror lake wisps of satin mist lie.
I whistle enticed tunes in autumn air,
joy of shimmering sonata I share.
November 28, 2019
Contest : New Fall Sonnets
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
Silently junked in a dusty corner,
You ended things up in unexpected border
Used me for year and said was so loved,
Carried your things and it was well packed
I was with you walking in school,
You said that I’m so nice coz’ I was so cool
We spent many good times together!
A year of happiness is so like forever
What happen to us my beloved oh pal?
You dumped me so bad and was so emotional
You found someone better than me
Surely forget our sweet memory
Crying so loud with plenty of dusts,
I’ll die so soon until world turn to rust
I guess this is how my life should be!
A school bag won’t last till eternity
Tattered clobbered thoughts streaming to winged dusts,
spiral spasms tremble amid weary sounds.
The festal moods swing dreary interludes,
visions ache release with defloration--
throaty cries heightens the greedy man's lust.
He longs to possess the murmur of blood
from naked images throbbing desires,
it surges -- tinged to his cerebellum.
Dark libertine drained his desirous juice--
madness stings deep-- displayed to his ardor.
Boorish bashfulness etched into each itch
cracking unto his left to right onslaught.
Finitude fair Venus choked with disgust
as she wriggles, wriggles to free herself!
Her wriggles useless from black libertine...
Pristine Venus fallen-- now wanting death.
©O. E. Guillermo
5:15pm December 05, 2014
Sponsor Giorgio A. V.
Contest Name Structured forms - Iambic verse - Sketch a fictitious character - (Top Gun Poetry)
Placed 6th
Emboldened metal torso dusts her in pink Himalayan flecks
Her mahogany neck persuaded to turn in his grip
Rendering fragrant dark bite from her deep spice chest
The two infused together perfect a harmonious marriage
Her mahogany neck persuaded to turn in his grip
Seasoning lamb's tendered flesh, in a glistening delight
The two infused together perfect a harmonious marriage
Chef, shaker, and grinder bow in sumptuous applause
Seasoning lamb's tendered flesh, in a glistening delight
Refined palate and palisades of sharpened cutlery adorn
Chef, shaker, and grinder bow in sumptuous applause
The curtains drawn, lights hushed in reverie and sighs
Refined palate and palisades of sharpened cutlery adorn
Rendering fragrant dark bite from her deep spice chest
The curtains drawn, lights hushed in reverie and sighs
Emboldened metal torso dusts her in pink Himalayan flecks