Long Effulgent Poems
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Home is where the heart is they say...
Over the feeling of breaking apart today
My horrid hardships are like ships at bay
Essential essence of elegance emerge into effulgent efflorescence, I pray
Love will eventually conquer all our way
End the sorrow in our hearts day by day
Surreal serenity ashore hasn’t led me astray
Son of God saved me from hurting myself and he stays near my side like a kid with clay
I see a light of beauty and grace
Never felt negativity in His face
Hopeless as a harp string out of reach
Empty as a drum, yet strumming like a guitar in a gathering at the beach
Angst and anger erupt inside my mind...left me blind for so long — love is what I beseech
Road of recovery is far from here, for I’m homeless in heart for those who are of need and those who can’t speak their freedom speech
Tranquility and tribulation clash and teacher of the darkness — practice what you preach!
Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts,
subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops—
thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves.
If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death
should drawn you into your self-box, I say,
remember when one constructed self-prison fell away.
However you helped this forward,
do more of the same.
Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance.
Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward,
loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled—
unafraid to be splayed open.
Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind—
multiplying there in mid-air,
riding the four directions.
Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song—
effulgent, double-charged with surprise
and now even with mock surprises.
Start at the beginning, where you are.
Don’t be satiate with loll-lolling
recede wave’s tide, retreat back and back
into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish!
Now, you Human Being—you come awake also!
Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly.
Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular.
Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy,
estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands,
let subtle conversation play.
Ring all the tiny bells.
Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance.
In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound—
bring sunburst, sphere and harmony.
Make your entire body a listening board
forming therein—tender shape around which love
seed unfolds infinite spaces and then…
Spring awake! All to better dreaming
where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying.
O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you,
with every human—never again sleep,
never abandon!
Over the west Sun dies, oozing blood,
The hillside glows in a ruddy blaze,
Pink and crimson fade slowly around,
And a pallid shade taints the twilight haze.
By and by, darkness descends like foggy mist,
Wrapping the Earth in a blanket of gloom
And God turns on his ornate chandeliers
To illumine the world in effulgent gleam
Attended by a cortege of starry maids
The Full Moon arrives in her glowing raiment
Evading the amorous presence of clouds
She enthrones herself before the royal regiment
So glad she is in her princely state
And in her fair mien, she takes delight
Bards and lovers have often been mesmerized
By such charm surpassing all that is bright
Beaming, she gives the night its nocturnal glee
Beckoning us heavenward to gaze and praise.
With benign grace and regal grandeur she smiles
On kings and clowns and on all the human race
She changes her contours with every unleashing night
Constantly renewing and reveling as a glamorous queen
She leaves the world aglow beneath the blue sky
Lending the night its unrivaled celestial sheen
Feb.26. 2022
The Night Sky Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anna Marie Kaianah
The chartreuse pearls hung on the pregnant vine
as whispered jade of leaves in autumn breeze.
The necklaces of trellis did entwine
like clefs of absinthe notes in verdant keys.
Limes envied grapes reflecting fervent sun,
bright clusters for musicians then to splay
in shamrock fields with fables to be spun
of emeralds and pears in harvest play.
Cerulean spread 'cross effulgent sky
when came the time for plucking of the harp.
Lithe fingers did each picker then apply
and place with grace refrains upon the tarp.
In peridot the countryside rejoiced
while to reprise fruition gave a voice.
We are each a spring of therapeutic kindness
and pathological unkindness
emerging from and toward a rising river of time,
flowing down deep through universal oceanic absorption,
ebbing back upriver's EarthBound regeneration
back through time
leaping to confluently touch healthy integrity
if only for a timeless golden moment
Rapturous waterfall of time's compassion
sweeping back and forth
across Earth's ecoconscious eyes,
radiantly elational
swirling smiling joy
in love enjoying OtherPresence
CoPresent.
Kind and unkind communications
among collegial parasitic ecotherapists
often unequal in power over potential futures,
produce both generosity and stinginess of empathy
Which responses ego-consciousness invites
as appropriately proportional
are transactions between mutual time-flow mentors
of gratitude and unforegiveness.
River's Way,
paying love surging forward
and fear ebbing backward,
co-invests our human natured
Business as Fluidly Usual
Water's EarthConscious Way
always prefers co-gravitating
polycultural therapy,
rather than swamps of decay
seeping monoculture's stinky toxins,
ebbing lack of flowing love
as healthy nature's
effulgent spirit spring.
So brightly lit, my birthday cake.
Such icing-on-dessert uptake.
My Autumn years illumined flight,
October with effulgent light.
Candy corn, shaped like fangs, I eat.
Orange-yellow, Brach’s honey-sweet.
Smiles, blinking pumpkin, in the night.
October with effulgent light.
The crisp and thrash, of pretty leaves.
The grandkids’ beat; my heart receives.
Plenipotent sound of the night -
October with effulgent light.
The cold, fresh air and bonfire smoke;
The colorful lanterns and folk.
Big, bright and red - the Hunter’s moon.
October with effulgent light.
Title 3/ Air
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.
(Ralph Waldo Emerson)
Live in the sunshine:
As the air strolls neath the elaborate branches
Weaving between dreams of the world
Of crimson sunshade across the spring sky stanzas patches
Waltzed into world's tunes power unfurled
Swim the sea:
Of serene air that starts to sate swan swim
Transcending forward wonder-less
In Refreshing spring strokes of blue sea hymns
Numberless and endless
Drink the wild air:
Spellbound by the silence sweet scent ray’s streaks
Among the aroma of petrichor
Effulgent on limitless verdant mountain peaks
Viewing, embracing, and sharing her
3/19/2024
IT WAS a dreary February day
That melancholy walk by the park with a blue morning
And a cloudless sky.
Alas! I met a stray puppy, effulgent with disproportionately large blue eyes.
It was fair, furry, dainty and round I thought---
It looked helpless to a lesser extent than I was that day,
Nay; ---
curious and shy (In-need of a cuddle.)
Though it appeared to be innocuous and child-like in it's sentiments, i approached cautiously, like one in danger ---
Like one would enter a parish church after a remorseful week of sin.
No one on their right mind ought to know that every endearing puppy has a stray and agitated mother lingering close by ---
A stray and agitated mother who saw a saddened beast in me ---
And I wouldn't want that puppy's mother lashing out on me that day.
I met a stray puppy the other day and I wouldn't want that puppy's mother lashing out on me that day.
Four ornate wings pulsate in the grove
As tints of color brush its silky coat…
The flight of a tail quite speckled roams
To glitter in lime- green fabric, an ornament
Of effulgent afternoon-- this rare Luna moth
wheeling through vanished glaze of stones and pines.
Yet I linger on on , hushed by its unusual
Display. Oh I should not have looked too dazzled
At its softened motion, so glossy enticing:
For my hands quake at the thought
Of tucking it inside my jar... a fond collection.
I should have not looked with adulation knowing if I
bring this jewel home with me,
All seasons would lose a bug’s grandeur, wasted.
This elegance is not meant to be mine...
With joy , I toss it back to grace the woods.
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Contest: I Should Not Have Looked
Sponsor: Mystic Rose 6/5/2017
She ventured far beyond Earth's realm
past cordoned confines of heart and soul
Tumbled, as did Alice, down the rabbit hole
Drifted, like an Autumn leaf blown from an elm
She soared past distant planets,
on paths lighted by effulgent moons
Weaved her tears among Saturn's rings
and all the while she was gathering stardust
before they mingled with sand on Mars' dunes.
From mountain peaks of Jupiter,
she bottled mist, to which she clings
And all these amazing interstellar things
were collected as caressive tokens for him;
the one she had vowed to love more than life.
From far reaches of dark galaxies
she held treasures from her jaunt;
Mystical items she hoped he'd want
brilliant beacons of silvered moonbeams,
fading light, captured as the sun dimmed.
She carefully wrapped her gifts to offer
in layers of cosmic flecks from a comet's tail.
Trussed with silken threads of time, unraveled,
she tied celestial troves she would soon proffer
to the one for whom she holds in fervent affection.
From his heart, she hoped would spill
the love that somehow waned to a trickle.
Then in abundance, once more it would flow
like a wildly churning river, Yes, she loves him still