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As an aureolin daybreak streams through the window,
I waken to the face of my beloved in wisteria repose.
Long locks of charcoal hair, silver-streaked,
have fallen through the night across his tranquil face.
Tenderly I move them to the side,
then gently stroke his cheek.
His eyes flutter open, revealing bright turquoise.
Those amazing eyes probe the emerald depths of mine.
Then reaching out, he pulls me to his chest.
In his arms I am smooth magnolia
against his taut and sturdy trunk.
Next to his heart, I can hear its steadfast pulse begin to quicken.
Persimmon, our excitement blossoms.
I taste his eager mouth and start to move my hips.
His lips and his fingers know my secret places and desires.
They travel, feather soft, along my body.
Fantastic will be the crescendo to our crimson climax
followed by the lingering in its aftermath
of fuchsia bliss.
Written March 12, 2016
Color shades used: for yellow/ aureolin; for purple/wisteria; for black/ charcoal;
for grey/ silver; for blue/ turquoise; for green/ emerald; for white/ magnolia; for
orange/ persimmon; for red/ crimson; for pink/ fuchsia
She was called Jules, nickname for Julie
She had flaming red hair and eyes
of emerald green
Every time she walked into a room,
just her presence caused quite
an electric scene,
She made her living writing songs
& acting on the silver screen
Meanwhile the guy she Loved was
a simple blue collar man,
Gave her everything he could
Just wanted her to have all the good,
Said, "I'll support you anyway I can"
The world would never know his name,
He never sought fortune or fame,
But at day's end, they were each other's
Biggest fans
By: J.N.R Dutton
Goodbye to the leprechauns
goodbye clover carpets of green
I will cross many a deep blue sea
to a wide sunshine land, just for me.
I have my shamrock, my lucky charm
my memories of many, a green rural farm
so goodbye to villages and life so simple and true
from a young lass to womanhood, I now have grew.
with every word of a Celtic song
inside will always find a home, lifelong.
So goodbye my father dear
I will think of you with every jig I hear.
while your fiddle made the music
we sang and danced along to its tune
it will always ring through my ears
throughout time, throughout my years.
your love will forever, be in my heart
now that time, keeps us well apart
though we may never, met again
for you my heart will sing, but not amen.
my memory of this great, green land
will go with me where ever I stand
my childhood home, I now will part
never will it be torn, ripped from my heart.
the excitement of life brand new
of sunshine and colours of every hue
along this fearful path, towards the gain
soothes the sadness, all of my pain.
my home this emerald land
will forever be etched
etched upon my
lonely young, soul
Ambrosia of autumn romance suffused summer swansong,
as in my sky you came floating like wisp of chromatic cloud.
Its flushed fringe weaved the lattice of yearning in my heart,
turning love into a butterfly flittering in the garden of fervor.
Charmed, I felt the ecstasy of longing in the waft of allured air,
rippling through the spectral opulence of the sunburst dawn.
On the hued boughs of embrace I made jade dream of foliage,
until the foreboded time came with the flinging call of the fall.
The charisma of your face flashed in crystal drizzle of moonshine,
swaying in emerald breeze whistling the melody of fervent night.
I unfurled the wings of my soaring desire in amorous ambiance,
flew to the rising horizon brightening in the gleam of your grace.
As the new day dawned wrapping the foliage with patina of gold,
lying on blazing tapestry draping the ground, I held you in my fold
in the thicket behind my pasture where autumn tunes rustled, for
'breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves'.
('breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves' - The Last Goodbye by
Vijay Pandit)
April 20, 2020
Contest : Poetic Lines From A Poetry Soup Poet - Vijay Pandit
Sponsor : Silent One
As midsummer approaches this place,
I begin to wriggle.
With every slight movement, the scent of the earth
And the high-temperature sunlight make me pause.
I long to bury myself deep within the soil.
Please, let the rain fall.
Wriggle, wriggle.
Before I know it, I am inside the dirt.
Though the world outside is sweltering,
The whole energy of the earth embraces me.
I am alive.
Budging, shifting.
I am not even hungry.
An emerald with no name
Wraps around me.
And so, a season passes by.
Then, someone pursues me
Like a stalker.
I gave up.
It was an existence I could not defeat.
The barren, withered you
Dances a snowflake dance for me,
So charming and sweet.
Before I know it, softly,
Leaning against my side,
Giving me a sudden, surprise kiss,
My whole body trembles without my knowing.
I miss them. My friend.
My friend, all of a sudden,
Was kidnapped by a massive, towering figure,
Unable to even breathe in the seawater,
Staring at unfamiliar fish,
They must be struggling and writhing.
I am a earthworm.
Today, too, I wriggle.
In my rainbow garden -
Daffodils gold-covered
Shine like the April sun...
Emerald stems hold them
With fibers tightly spun...!
In my rainbow garden -
Tulips of all colors
Bloom, disciplined, in rows...
Like polished precious stones
Each tulip gleams and glows...!
In my rainbow garden -
Purple cherry blossoms
Sparkle like rose quartz, pure...
Hearts nectar brim-filling,
Flies and bees they allure...!
In my rainbow garden -
Grow daisies and sweet peas
As virtues taken birth...
Gems in multi-colors,
In breeze they sway in mirth...!
17 April 2022
ALL APRIL in MONCHIELLE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Stormy winds swing canopies of trees
Swaying dark shadows upon my reverie
Glimmering through forest-green leaves
Sunlight filtered by cumulous clouds
As raindrops pitter-patter on sidewalk
Drenching instincts ambling in the park.
Sun-rays soon flicker, as rain-clouds part
Spreading golden dust on cobalt-blue sky
Intermittently oscillating light and dark
Floating breezy patterns on emerald grass.
The multi-hued sky then picks up my vibes
As charming horizon evokes your smile.
The voice I hear, speaks to me so softly
First time ever, it greets me with a kiss
Holding my posture, I sprint for a glimpse.
But there's no one, for no one there was
Except the chatter of agitated bird calls
Warning of danger from a lone stranger
Conjuring daydreams in fleeting rainstorm.
August 26, 2018
Placed first--End of August standard contest by Brian Strand
From the yonder hazy horizon, the hills tinged blue
undulated down the emerald luxuriant landscape
in rhapsodic rhythmic waves that rolled into my view.
Its contours carved for my hamlet its serene shape,
where once was cradled my endearing home
in the bounty of beguiling nature that made me agape.
The fairy flotilla of the cotton clouds I would see roam,
make a mesmeric celestial panorama framed high
upon the curved canvas of the cerulean dome.
With the serenading wind whistling in sapphire sky,
my childhood ebullience soared to a great height,
following the trail of the colorful kites I loved to fly.
A silvery stream glided with the sparkle of delight,
surging with the shimmering allure of liquid pearls,
flowed with the flamboyant façade ever so bright.
On its rippling water fringing the gentle whirl,
I sailed paper boats tinted with the rainbow colors,
and saw these glide wobbling in the current’s curl.
To a distant fantasy land, waiting where I didn’t know,
I imagined entranced by the charm of infantile dreams,
on these boats my mariner mind would someday go.
From obscurity all these boats and kites I can’t redeem,
for in twilight zone with dust of time they’ve disappeared
beyond the horizon that is sinking in the dusky gleam.
The fondest childhood memory hasn’t yet deserted me,
in the glitter of sunset hours the child in me I still see.
Gently caressing the air with long branches
Giving hope to the hand of the Creator
Gliding gently past dreadful avalanches
Emerald pine, white birch and trees much greater
Enlighten hearts who long for the earth’s insights
Encouraging leaves who fall a bit later
Sunshine dawns to touch the earth with tender lights
Sinking into the rich, dark earth filled with shame
Singing to dark night for the forest’s last rites
Without remorse, this earth we will curse and maim
Wishing for the truth of silent salvation
Warming the heart of the gentle stream’s proclaim
How can we survive this sad, wild damnation?
Hoping we can heal this land called creation!
While Mother Earth Gently Moans Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: D.W. Rodgers
February 14, 2021
Fishing boat
A man bought an old fishing vessel
it had a steering house, but the door was rotten
he got a new door a painted it sea green.
Sometimes he forgot to close the door and a sea lime wave
swept him on to the deck, when tried to find the handle
a flounder hang on it he slipped hit his head on the ladder
on the step leading into the steering room.
He painted the door black but when he after navigating
rough sea he turned and found the colour ominous, so he
painted the door in rainbow colours, this made the head spin he opened
the door, but the emerald sea came in.
washed him back on the deck.
And I have no idea how to end this story ends, but his boat
was full of tunny fish.