Long Emblazon Poems
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When the heart beats in pain
The poet comes to life
His words seem to rain
As tears flows sharp as knife
The raging storm complements his strife
Destroys all the limit
The poet with pain survive
Only then true pearls of poetry shine
The night with torments gain
The light shivers of afterlife
The poet with images strain
Troubles from all over arrive
Simple wishes a fire revive
The stars become weak and timid
Looks for a reason to be alive
Only then true pearls of poetry shine
The poet and his enchanting pain
Takes a sudden dive
When thoughts whirl, swirl and rain
And on the pages revive
His ideas for coherence strive
Emblazon the sky vivid
With powerful and forging drive
Only then true pearls of poetry shine
Poet, you must not deprive
This world so helpless and livid
Must let your rhymes thrive
Only then true pearls of poetry shine
Autumn fire rich glimmer hues of amber
Unbidden, but welcomed what it covers
Tinder ablaze of golden hue colours
Unhurried, yet empowering wonders
Mien aura different from all others
Nude, descending foliage creak and shudder
Flaunting leurs pure florid madness
Inspiring emblazon pigments on canvas
Rustling leaves, chilly morn grace
Ever so sweet rest and waits for your embrace
10/24/2016
Leurs French word for their
To touch your face when our hearts meet
Is like a bible verse, it bears much fruit
The honesty inside your core, so sweet
No one else can bear proximity but truth
To kiss the eyes when warm spring from love flows
Come hold my heart in tender find its beat
Take strength from truth love's fabled trust knows
And sweet the fragrant breath when our lips meet
To kiss the lips when all desires swell
And hold it tenderly with passion's suit
Come hither love emblazon ring my bell
And I shall open soft to you without refute
To lay between the arms in comfort found
Just give assurance, no demands or cost
Reveal the truest spirit of thy gift profound
With lacing hands tight, the world gets lost
Written by Mystic Rose and Frederic Parker
7/24/14 We hope you enjoyed it
A memory of yellow blooms lives in the heart;
A smile.
Creamy gold dawn hails a propitious start;
Dreamt awhile.
Late last night, the soon ember of today;
Stars twinkled.
Now sublime Mother Nature in exotic array;
And brooks tinkle.
All nature is guided by divine wisdom unseen,
Which is why the lorikeet's home is ever green,
And the moon at primetime evokes such thrills,
And the evening shadows bring whippoorwills!
God sagely keeps track of every human desire,
And keeps the bluejay in the woodland choir,
And makes cobalt skies glow, and warm winds blow,
And pink daisies to emblazon the entire meadow.
It's small wonder nature's so gay under the sun,
And crickets chirp their joy when day is done!
Mutant metronome’s
stygian riddle
inscrutable fixation
spuming
clustered clairvoyance
honing snoopy
quest querulous
quicquidlibet
tamper connived
sinewy stratagem
plimsoll plot
“sneaker” of
wily webfooted
nefarious nudge
at
tenebrific toll
maple smoke
screen screed
clandestine
cobwebs cohere
mohair marinated
muddle
subdued thespian
herringbone hoodwink
skewed camouflage
perused pearl
inveigling
skulduggery rife
underscored cadence
persuasive
percussive rattle
ubiquitous underbelly
prop to
dodgy dialogue
muted ritardando
silhouette streak
dangling magnet
mired in
gauche guesswork
subterfuge sciophobia
inkpot
amorphous machination
fiction wizards
emblazon
indices incipient
embryo empiricism
mouldering
cabinet coterie
spookish svengali
minatorial
repercussions
incurvate
sniffer dog
detective
poirrot’s prognosis
clouseau contingency
that
rivetting mystery
Teardrops born from
inflamed elated eyes.
Fetuses of euphoria
slips and slide down
thy cheeks for they
are genuine touch
that emblazon the
trail upon the abyss
of thy bosoms bare.
Come o thee, thy
desirous flames
and quench the
ardor of my thirst
that wanes in an
ancient domain of
soulless wanderers
tarrying for release
into a realm that is
yet unclaimed and
hail me beyond the
clutches of myself,
virgining an instilled
wonder. Venturous
being to be sprung
into the glory of the
true light, and then
stretch yonder from
this firmament hold
and embolden upon
a righteous climb to
heights unknown so
at the appointed tryst
with destiny, burst at
first, a tight existence
of brevity, ere I then
explode my essence
as an unfurling verse
of a red florentine for
eyes to behold and
breaths to yield into
submission, captives
that toys with their
emotions. Preying
upon fickle souls that
meanders yon my
presence, for I am a
simple soulless oddity
in their life.
Date: 06/16/2019
I do not like to see my face floating
At the foot of a ewer,
nor in drops of water, nor in the glassy eye
of a slaughtered goat.
I am beautiful, but water and cloudless gems
distort, they are torturers of disfigurement.
Since I saw my reflected beauty
I have been unable to mirror that perfection.
I have ardently endeavored
to emblazon the beacon of that first time,
when I, suffused in beams of crystalline air,
beheld my countenance clear
yet now I am caught, caulked, and diked
forever dogged by a stark magicking
from ever parading that delicate radiance,
that inaugural art of my gift,
my exquisite features.
Yet ever my mind’s eye returns
to that translucent and timeless time
that empyreal morn, so fine and fair
where I beheld what I thought was there
and believed upon it.
Sundown creeps,
across adorned amber,
sky whose welkin,
shades volte face,
as evening edges,
into cosmic chakra,
of visual feasts,
orange, pink, purple,
prelude which emblazon,
point of day exodus,
atrophied moon winking,
mystic morph of,
dwindling halo,
to homeward bound,
throngs thirsting,
for redress within,
winter jasmine enclave,
cabal, clique, cluster,
in shrunken retreat,
from dreary toil,
nudge from nightfall,
whose cryptic code,
a dark art patois,
exemplified by,
eastern screech owl,
whose stocky medium,
and varied volume,
that twilight tremolo,
purring incognito,
among other creatures,
wet soil genus,
brisk firefly flash,
in town backyards,
wing rubbing katydid,
tree top rasp,
or amid green bush,
chirpy cricket,
midget burrow dweller,
allow oneself to wallow awhile,
in evening habitat,
in all its allure
I think we all love kisses, like flowers love the sun.
They can be meaningful, deep and scandalous or fun.
You might briefly, sneakily, steal a kiss,
you can blow a kiss or condone a kiss,
emblazon every girl or boy you know with a kiss,
postpone a kiss, or bemoan a kiss as hormones,
but you can’t keep a kiss or own a kiss,
because they’re never more than half your own kiss -
sadly, as we’ve all learned, you just can’t kiss alone.
Every kiss is a puzzle, an experiment requiring a team
you may not even understand a kiss, or exactly what it means.
As far as kisses go, I’ve only had a few. I blame that dam
pandemic, they certainly weren’t something I eschewed.
I wish I had specific tips for girls with quick, impulsive lips
which somehow never can resist a flirty, kissing apocalypse.
Your roommates will support you, with only a few quips
but you really can’t keep doing this, you’ve got to get a grip.
When the sun gently kisses horizon
Bouncing and bubbling with firey red cheeks
Signals morn on memory emblazon
While sunlight dances, my love soft lips seeks
Aroma of coffee wafts on morn's air
As the dove's quiet cooing, their love to seek
Sun on treetops has red kisses to share
Lover_ in morn's sunbeams snuggles will sneak
Delight the sun has brought; wind kisses sought
Great day_ animals rejoice; as sunbeams
Lighting, enlighting, delighting, free thought
Good mornings are filled with many daydreams
While old lovers touch blushing cheek to cheek
Nights are for sleeping ; dreams_lovers for morn
When embrace again_ under covers peek
As the sun kisses horizon love's born
(Rhyming scheme a,b,a, b)