Long Embellish Poems
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The verdant leaves
of the cherry trees
rustle as a wagon
loaded with corn
rides deeper into the wide ruts
of a rustic road,
hungry ruminants wallow
by a limpid lake;
cheerful kids wave
and wagtails warble
at my unexpected arrival...
suddenly my Dalmatian barks.
O jovial Autumn
incite my surprise,
and renew my decadent mood!
The grapevines rest
while giving off their fragrance,
and this weary steed
must rest in tranquility
to continue this journey...
before he pants-up grief;
and for mine and his sake,
let him get some sleep!
A sanguine sky
promises the loveliest sunset
ever seen by me
in this rustic Vermont landscape;
thrushes sing with me
to embellish my harmony,
not minding the crickets that
conspire in the hickories,
or the fluttering hawks
that return to their nests..
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Children will always remember the void,
They will always recall the hands that couldn’t embrace them.
They will always remember the troubles that nightfall brings,
And the darkness that invades their slumber.
They will always remember the stranger who masqueraded as a helper.
Yet, children can sometimes bloom out of the gloom,
They may open a door to a new day,
With a slate wiped clean,
Finding a meadow free of shadows,
Children can sometimes start fresh on new pages.
Children will still be the seeds of tomorrow,
The stars that embellish the night sky,
The glow of a summer field,
The gateway to continuity;
Children will still be the voices we teach them to express.
Children can sometimes unearth the past,
Piecing together fragments to demystify the strange.
Their minds explore the vast field of existence,
Searching for goodly pearls.
Children will always desire to play,
And the onus is ours to teach them how to balance the day.
August 1, 2025.
He is there for me
He's always there for me
He always cares for me
And I love Him so
He's my Father
incompletable always,
always acceptable
He's always in my heart
in due time in due part
I cherish Him I embellish
the very air of Him he kissed me
giving me His breath of life
creating me He chosen me
I am His son and if I could ever ever think I'm enough
I can no way, no ways none
He is always in my heart
you can how you love the invisible
and the the awe possible
How can you love a creator
And yet He's an enabler
of piece joy
But even more
He's forgiven me
a worthless me
a sinful me
He redeemed me for me
a worthless me
He kissed me
with His breath
gave me life
I chose it there's no heart bigger than His
there's no arms longer than His
He lives better than I just want just a speck of Him
His always is He in my heart
6/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Happenstance?
Or perchance providence
Directs my reluctant path.
An act of folly or vision
To venture out on such a day?
The breeze, dank with autumnal chill
Sighs through the lonesome woodland trail.
Yet whispers of sweet promise
Waft gently through the bracing air
Perfumed by a daub of sweet violet scent.
Dreamy trees, ablaze with autumn's grandeur
Are roused from slumber
And undressed by the breeze,
Releasing flutters of amber,russet and gold
To richly quilt the shivering earth.
Silken brown jewels of summer's labour
Embellish the ground,
Their spiny sides split with laughter.
Such gifts to the soul,
of Wordsworthian simplicity,
Leave me enriched
By this romantic encounter
With nature.
13.02.19
'Eight Word Challenge-Bardenesque Poetry Contest-
OBLIGATORY WORDS: happenstance, perchance, folly, dank, whispers, wafting, daub, flutters
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Do some unpleasant memories fade away?
Or does the mind have a protective guard,
That, at times, locks the door to the past,
And shields the soul from agony's crush.
Do some memories serve as wise tutors,
That instructs the mind from time to time,
Lest the brain's library becomes forsaken,
Void of guidance for life's daily challenges?
Memories can plague the mortal mind.
They are often protesting against stiff resistance,
Demanding its rightful role and sacred duty,
To catalog the experiences of human events.
Memories acknowledge good and bad events.
They do not euthanize the painful truth,
Nor do they embellish or rewrite the facts.
They exist, impartial and unyielding.
Memories can be either friend or foe.
Perhaps that's the constant inward fear,
Why we are wary of the sentinel's mind,
Unsure what memory will breach that door
While sunrise bathes the early morning air
Illuminating new dawn’s loveliness,
Where mild rain tints the pure of crystal glare
To rouse shimmery boughs through June’s finesse.
Herein, aisle of florets displays its charm,
In brightest russets , in the mildest blues
Unfurling nature's waltzes that disarm
While showers of mist embellish all hues.
And garlands pirouette to catch glossed drops,
That my own soft feet twirl in revelry
When bubbles of dew explode, then to pop,
On clusters’ sunlit jive waking a lea.
Till nightfall approaches to calm the flow
Blooms curtsy, praising godly Light’s halo.
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Sonnet Contest Submitted 8/21/2016
Checked at www.howmanysyllables.com
Originally Posted 3/30/2015
Afterglow
When soon I quit this mundane scene
I `d wish to leave, unknown, unseen
Unadorned, without embellish
Without tears on eyes that cherish
Without sigh from those near and dear
Without any ripple of fear,
But serene like the afterglow
Of the sun setting with the show
Of an arch of pinkish sunlight
In the twilight sky of delight
With the air devoid of tension
In the clean distant horizon.
I `d wish the afterglow to spread
Amidst prairies where lies my shed
Amidst the playground of my youth
Where once was erected a booth
Amidst fields where I strolled alone
Along alleys lilacs are grown
Along the silent serene shore
At twilight I ambled before.
I`d wish the afterglow to shine
In midst of chants that are divine
Sober music flowing apace
Sincere smiles on friendly faces
With recall of life together
As a comrade, as a brother
During the sweet summer sunshine
As in wild winds of winter time.
Down in the world of treachery
Survival is for the strongest side
Weakest have no place in its tents
For they cannot dance for noble songs
In that state of despair
Alone and powerless among the elite
Searching for place to plant hope
They began to jump round and round the field
Seeing the clouds rolling in peace
Jumping gave birth to new sense of looking ahead
Strengthen the will to explore other avenues
To avoid persecution of the strong world
In the moment of silence, aching for freedom-
-They pulled away from the rope-
-Hold on to the air being free
And fly up to sky where the strongest could not
Finding site to go to avoid pain
In midst of gloominess
There comes a time, to sing 'eureka'
May be that is how birds learned to fly
Spending time in higher space, to
Avoid chains in the cruel world
And embellish their lives with happiness
Tears drop tornado, dollops jump above sides
Thin limb goblin sinking anchor bronze
Terrified in rising waves of violent river's rides
Envelope hapless magician in wail swirl static
Embellish emerald strangle collar wash
Emotions sharp peak - white caps leap erratic
Aspired as diamonds, climbed mountain poke
Arrange cloud malady stormy metal shon
Acrewed blue bellies bellow over goblin croak
Rascal salt ocean stab of silver dolphin spears
Roll nauseous sorcery balled crystal slosh
Regaled bedazzle boat slides triumphant tears
7th August 2021
Written for Contest: The Goblin's Jewel Box
Sponsor: Jack Webster
You're an epitome of
beauty,
Embellish with every
beauty of heaven.
A radiant star even in the
darkest of the night,
So elegant and glamorous.
You're so precious like
diamond,
Difficult to get hard to lose.
A flower in the world of
thorns,
Irreplaceable and
incomparable.
A light in a dark world,
Magnificent in the eyes of
men.
You're a unique treasure,
You're priceless.
A voyage of knowledge,
With a touch of
supernatural brilliance.
A million times an angel,
Blessed with an astonishing
smile.
A diva amongst beauty
queens,
Created out of the ordinary.
You're a bed of rose,
So rare and so precious.
You're an amazing being to
behold,
Engraved with every
happiness of heaven.
An exceptional lady,
Created with the priceless
gift of womanhood.
You're a symbol of divine
happiness,
Crafted with every alloy of
perfection.
You're the apple of God's
eyes,
And the heartbeat of his
heart.
A lady of great attribute,
With a touch of class.
You're a gift for humanity,
With a heart polished with
gold.
A dear friend and a
sweetheart,
With a touch that never
pains.
A lady of Godly character,
Blessed amongst women.
If perfection is what you're
searching for? ,
Just remain the same.
For you're a beacon of good
morals,
And the dream of every
man.