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Luminous lucent mind
longingly mystique,
made of multi-facetted crystal
of gorgeous gem,
shines sublimely
with translucent thoughts,
glistened by soul-suffusing
sensuous rays,
emanating from
efflorescent fountain
of ebullient emotion
unrestrained.
Clear of cluttering cloud
of secret qualm,
diaphanous psyche
resolutely revolves
in ordained orbit,
shines as a star
in enlightened trajectory,
away from abyss
of ambiguous angst
unrelenting.
The meadow of mind,
clear of convoluted
shadows of confusion,
glows in the transit
of fleeting moments,
latticed with luster
of desiccating dew drops
of passion perception,
sparkling with sequins
of transient euphoria,
conveys with cadence
of evanescent radiance
the rational notion
undeniable....
everything has a time
to come and go.
The luminous lucent mind,
a longingly mystique crystal,
shines sublimely
with the transparent thoughts,
glistened by soul-suffusing sensuous rays,
the innate emanation
of efflorescent emotions.
Clear of the cluttering clouds
of surreptitious self-qualm,
through the diaphanous psyche,
resolute in the ordained orbit,
sometimes, I follow faded stars,
forecasting the fate of the extant galaxy.
The pale pearls of euphoria
in the argentine night
of pining passion perception,
make morose motif of spent stars,
convey in residual radiance the acuity notion
that everything has a time
to flourish and fade,
like the ephemeral instants
of effervescent ecstasy.
The flow of my intrinsic instinct
in the emotive space,
trails the waned discernment sensitivity,
propels the existential stellar essence
across the cosmic emptiness
to where the stars disappear.
I steer by the light of what has lost the gleam,
flickering like the forgotten promises,
navigating the final stretch of the secluded ink sea
with a compass calibrated to the last anchorage.
I am not lost,
I am tracing the beauty of memory,
glowing like the faded stars in the remains
of everything that was once mine.
Luminous lucent mind longingly mystique,
multi-facetted crystal clear piece of gorgeous gem,
shines sublimely with the transparent thoughts,
glistened by the soul-suffusing sensuous rays,
the innate emanation of efflorescent emotions.
Clear of the cluttering cloud of surreptitious self-qualm,
the diaphanous psyche resolute in the ordained orbit,
stays shining as the stars of clarity shaping the galaxy
by fervent sequins in the enlightened transmuted trajectory
out of the ambiguous depth of abysmal abyss.
The mesmeric meadow clear of confusion shadow,
glows in the transit of the fleeting moments,
latticed with the luster of lucid drops of diamond dew,
sparkling with the gorgeous glitter of pristine sunshine,
looks up to the seraphic sky of untarnished dawn.
The gleaming pearls of euphoria in the argentine night,
make the gossamer motif of stars in passion perception,
convey in convivial irradiance the acuity notion,
everything has a time to come and go,
like the ephemeral instants of effervescent ecstasy.
Radiantly rewarding, yet difficult to do...
Expressed emotions excessively and exceedingly so
Pouring forth your heart to God and His merciful forgiveness sets us free
Exquisite prayers of humility
Nothing like changing my life around 360
Tranquility-bound
Angst and regret drains out and allowing in hope
Nostalgic memories of past events - both pros and cons of plenty
Collecting the cure of godliness
Extremely was engulfed in evanescent pastures...it’s only temporary - now, engulfed in efflorescent rainbows of cheer
fervent faithfulness fires up my brain...my mind...my love for You and You alone I cradle in my cranium
oh, God! How I love You and Christ...I’m so sorry for subbing and I apologize for my wicked human nature - righteous me up
roam with me to the narrow pathway...rove with me in pastures of purity and maturity - make me as pure as olive oil upon my pigmentation skin
the end of me will still be the beginning of You...I trust You wholeheartedly - this, I say is oh so true
hope you will lift up the veil of my mind and heart and reveal to me Your utmost knowledge and uplift me with wisdom and understanding altogether
extra anxious for what lies ahead of my repentance as a whole...honestly...
Soon enough, my spirit will lift up the veil of vitality and vibrancy...vivacious wittiness has brought me ascending above the universe - up above heaven...Your hopes and Your Word of Love gives me strength to do happiness in the long run and do it with all my and Your might
And yesterday, I was a fool in Your eyes I bet - Wise in my own eyes, no lies
Knock at His door and He will answer kindly and feel free to pour your heart out to Him
Ending my prayer with In Jesus’s Name, Amen
obedience always counts for us, not against us
flourish in gratefulness and live a life of give...let go and let live
Lament turns to joy
over and over and over again
vitality is God’s reality -
enveloped in blankets of His Love!
A wooden flute,
I glimpsed among my mother’s treasured keepsakes,
Often Wondered.....
Why it seemed the most precious than everything else she cherished!
A pathos lurking underneath the saddest smile, she told me...
The flute was the only thing she had of her brother,
who, in their childhood, played music when she sang,
He passed away from tuberculosis, in his twenties ..
the two efflorescent roses on the same branch…
one fell and perished, when it could have blossomed and
charmed the earth with its fragrance!
The other one clung to the tiny piece of memory he left..
A Symphony Of Love!
FIRST PLACE
Edited " Last Sigh" on September 24, 2021
For "P" Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Sitting by a moss-covered tree illuminated by sunlight at three,
he plays the very song that his anscestors played yesterday;
remembering what the peaceful and wild land was and will be...
by accepting the fact that his tomorrow is decided by destiny.
He can spend an entire afternoon playing a hand-made flute color chestnut,
as every breeze-lulled maple tree seem to vanish in the increasing, grey fog;
and if his music with shrilling, melodic notes is a devise to find his stranded dog,
he will have the best friend to guide him safely home through beams of twilight.
Play, handsome warrior the melody you forefathers played on those efflorescent days
underneath the same oak tree to celebrate their free manhood;
and resembling them with long hair and piercing, dreaming eyes,
you don't expect that intruders from other lands would compromise your happiness.
Foxes, grizzly bears, coyotes and buffaloes hear your music and come around to peek:
they know that you wouldn't hurt them and they wonder who's the Great Spirit;
little they suspect that they will be hunted down by the new-comers from the East;
be their friend, warrior...promise them protection when they'll encounter the Beast.
All that you behold today, may be gone tomorrow making you weep,
grasslands and prairies will tun into towns and cities to make way for greed;
and blood will flow abundantly on meadows where only wildflowers grew...
devastation everywhere with mother's screams by red rivers not so blue.
You must have had dreams of what was coming with a spectacle so gruesome,
take heart...your tomorrow is decided by destiny, pray that you won't be harmed;
continue playing your flute by remembering everything that you deeply loved,
and if you'll die fighting heartless men, I'll remember that look so lonesome.
The opaque grains of darkness drizzle silently
from the curved cauldron of the seamless onyx sky.
The silver embroidered satin tapestry rolls out
from the copious cornucopia of the nascent night,
as the twilight tinsels dissolve in azure ambiance.
The music of silence echoing in the nocturnal sky
wakes up the sleeping stars of beauty one by one,
designs the enticing lattice of the crystalline crown.
The moonbeam motif distills the stellar sequins,
makes the drifting dream of your charisma for me.
The dust of radiance drips in the mystique night
from the sparkling bowl of the blooming stars.
The lattice of twinkling trance is thus designed
for our love to serenade, flowering in garden of night,
with the seraphic symphony of the silver starshine.
Clear of the cloud of surreptitious self-qualm,
the diaphanous brilliance in the ordained orbit,
embellishes the stars, each shining with clarity of its own
in the enlightened transmuted stellar trajectory,
out of the ambiguous depth of abysmal spatial abyss.
In the dark wilderness of the desolate life
I set my eyes on the unmoving pole star.
Its unique attribute takes me to where you are,
I see argentine starry shine in the iris of your eyes,
glistened by the emanation of efflorescent emotions.
Poised upright on the leafless hollow stems,
soft florets coil thorny balls with faceless fear
with the tender touch of the saffron sun,
make a unique flower within a seraphic sphere.
In the mellow miasma of resplendent yellow,
the harbinger of the efflorescent spring essence nigh,
the pollinators scramble for the stimulating nectar,
as the waning winter grows wings to fly.
When the last touch of sensuous sunshine fades away
from the threshold of the golden florid days,
the florets droop for the final peaceful rest,
not in vain, for their lissome luster in the air stays.
The slumbering seeds of the prime progeny
as merry blowballs in the beguiled bowl they appear,
perched on the fluffy parachute on fun-filled flight,
they joyfully drift to foraging far and nimble near.
In the tide of the hued spring they resurrect
in the verdant distant meadows unknown,
maybe they swing unwanted in the soft alien wind,
but they are happy to bloom as dandelion.
Cease from dripping insane rain on me and drill a hole in my wall of losing-it-all...throw your explanation points on me questionably...desert the dilemma of our mind's third eye and make the truth brought out our living-a-lie that we, ourselves, can't deny...I'm an outlandish ostrich...an odd triumphant one... A meager manic (someone who lacks energy and is lazy)...so-called schizophrenic who sees auras and people's deepest dangerously dark or lovacious (gracious and love) light ascending...descending...desires and flawless flaws; I have a freezing fever due to the love flu.. in the backburner, fighting the urge to troll the net with nostalgic negativity...eyes do shine when you are mine; captivity-bound by your crude attitude and lack of aptitude and you're rude and a not-so-good blood, bud...out of the orange, I bump into the Barrier of my mind...a vacant mindset that gets me awfully upset and my mind's piling up with emotional and mental regret debt...I don't know what I know, restlessly resting, bathing in the moonlit sun, breathtaking heat and shivering cold got me on both feet now...your worthful miracles and curses once enthralled me from my birth to my death...I'm hypercalm in your DDP (Daffodil Drainage Process, a made-up condition or term that's abbreviated, which means negaitivity takes over someone's life and drains out the positivity, which is the symbol of a delightful daffodil)...in confusement, bewildered, buzzing bees corner me like I'm their honey comb...now, I'm a I-Survived, a goosebumps-attacked victim to cheating death several times in my life, each with a different perspective in mind, heart and soul...your efflorescent effulgence got me choked on my fixated freefalls (your lack of encouragement or advice that leans on positivity ended up making me force-feed on my failures)
A wooden flute,
I glimpsed among my mother’s treasured keepsakes in childhood.
being curious, asked her once…
I didn’t notice anyone playing the flute!
Why it seemed the most precious than everything else she cherished!
Hers was the saddest smile when she told me about her brother,
who played the flute when she sang,
passing away from tuberculosis, in his twenties ..
the implacable separation from her most loved one..
the two efflorescent roses on the same branch…
one fell and perished, when it could have blossomed and
charmed the earth with its fragrance!
When my mother passed away,
she asked me to bring the flute,
couldn’t believe my eyes ..how much comfort it brought to her,
touching and caressing that musical instrument with her fragile fingers…
and her last sigh was peaceful!
September 5, 2021
"This Or That - Vol. 6 " Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh