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Look...See how long nights are drawing in.
Dreary birdsong gradually abates -
Opaque dusk grows dim;
And just outside the creaky little garden
Gate,
Stood opposite the empty wood
Where the vacant threshold silently awaits,
I pause, when, resonating quietly back...
I now hear...
Far distant echoes of my glorious childhood
Tugging like a Siren upon my ear.
With a heartfelt pang I turn to move,
Before my staring should offend some
Old friends ghost
To manifest in vengeful affright,
Towards the comforting sanctuary proffered
By the warm kitchens weak neon light...
That sneaks out from behind the half-shut
Door,
But held - Transfixed!
Brought from wither-not-where to this one
Small place - Staid...
As if caught in a state of heavenly grace,
Conversing to the soft wind in harmonious
Angelic rapport:-
Thus soothes like enchantments waves...
Rolling gently up to repeatedly break upon
Magical banks girdling Nivians lakeshore.
For what be this odd muse
That upon my aging senses does so readily
Enthuse...
And to my inner soul so inextricably
Implore?
Ahhh...But this much I may be allowed to
Say,
Before darkly gathering skies extinguish
Over weak flames of the last spluttering
Ray,
Perhaps it is our inner voice
That seeks out the solitudes of
Tranquilities choice -
To witness and record and dutifully store...
Those rare and fleeting moments
We all too briefly adore.
Image of Nature Landscape Field provided by Pixabay
We Are
Oftentimes my internal oneness saunters,
boosting stones wouldst enthuse convictions path ...
dawdling tenuous themes, elucidate trim unsung paean
netted amongst privileged unencumbered digits. Cruising
amidst parallel Airy's, strolling side by side atop pristine pastoral
façade.
Nigh, svelte wheatfields chic hints of amber,
suffering praises of ripening, firm siege prime morsels chaff
*semovedly stacks hist steers -- equal episode,
e'er stable glass menagerie of fulvous goldfishes prithee dawns
root tendrils terracotta arms neath ... endless sea embargo some
cortex.
Surreptitious door mouse induced suspense,
hearkens mellifluous exaltation of cageless larks, their sumptuous climb of
blue mountainous air and rocky white mists, natheless,
hither aught alow met needs, tasty tidbits stead flights mortal foe
witherward naught. Ascents per food ... peradventure *yare, *maugre
fatal.
Each in every aspect, overcomers that came over, yardbirds exercising perseverance, respectively ... Creator tenet our peace.
*semovedly: separated
*yare: nimble
*maugre: in spite of
2021 May 21
*1st Place*
What Brings You Peace
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke: Judged 2021 May 23
Against the back drop of green leaf copses,
dulcet bird chirp, and bubbling pavement fountains,
that dawning from the azure blue sky a silken whisper,
to follow street signs on my ritual trek to work,
with a hearty ample gusto and potent verve,
metal pointer to destination a micro mirror on surround,
stoic indicator of known direction that upright,
ubiquitous unique urban stylish compass,
clustered by behemoth scenic grandeur,
at its fresh and fragrant mint spring zenith,
and those surging throngs who sashay in brisk step,
rimmed patterns so diverse yet firmly focussed,
as I am whilst counting on that reference point,
that fixed point usher, informative ally,
that deep-dyed friend at each crossroad,
safe in the knowledge of doorstep arrival,
and in tandem with some spotless day,
heroic toil in constant bright prospect,
how symbolic are these pathway guide rails,
to one who warms to flagship growth,
in its august transit on fervent foot slog,
pitfall strewn road of sheer expertism,
pole mounted emblems, silent sentry solid,
detail for me on daily route without waver, to muse, reflect, enthuse on chapter ripe simile,
terse life token for the yet to be completed cycle, where analogy is typified but oft so misconstrued, coincidence, happenstance by foot or by wheel, skewed secret elemental scheme at dim veil core, tip, counsel, auspice, yardstick, beyond outer limit
Writing is my bold stroke coloured topographic passion,
that I warmly clasp with such boundless love,
whilst story-telling or in vibrant verse mode,
that novel gold plate medium for apt word transport,
one can effortlessly count on not to founder or malfunction,
when the mind is on that journey to dream enshrouded destination,
where emotional enrichment based on fountain jet outflow,
of luscious mood wave oozing from my ardent pen,
in tantalising tandem with diffuse metaphor so near,
the imagination my dedicated devotee divine,
together in a lifelong quintessential quest between ourselves,
and an augmented otherworldly picturesque brief to pursue,
in environment awash with transcendental jewel rim signposts,
day and night celestial enchantment on list for surreal lyric capture,
myself that earnest bard so awestruck by bewitching channels in stock,
affection has me in its Eiffel Tower grip,
as I endeavour to assemble, collate, synthesise gorgeous paragraphs,
to caress, bestow, display each tender visual encounter,
with my keyboard paintbrush dipped in multi-hue’d colloquialisms,
selective word search, ample phrase contingent,
enamoured idiom once coined,
hail the solemn spine bound reference book our voluminous assistant,
as I lavish fulsome praise on mountain peak upsweep at blue sky first light,
the sliver stream eddy on a green moss fleck rapid course,
a lowing cow whose hoofs depress the lush emerald paddock,
but one must not pretermit or abandon urban features as a source well,
with their fragrant coffee docks, that aroma as it wafts,
taste bud gourmet slices, a conversation magnet,
extolled in drama and music concert hall,
innovation hubs for one whose gift is investment with flare,
the hectic noisy streets at sunrise, fascinating footpath echo,
monuments aplenty to enthuse the scholar,
that building with an enigmatic past a sacred tomb,
wry jocose folklore of vocal city dweller in circulation,
lest we forget the mythic nightlife whose moonlit shadow cast a bouncy play,
on a final note the arch romantic down inside me turns to feelings,
oh how my heart pumps and pulses as I endeavour to sculpt touching lines,
in letters, cards, messages at christmas, Easter, birthdays, anniversaries where thoughtfulness counts,
writing , I adore you!
( This is the first among the 100 poems dedicated to Barack Obama in his endeavor to retain the most powerful office on earth!)
Africa has had a four-year dance
Upon the pedestal of fame;
That little boy with a funny name,
Barack Hussein Obama the darling of chance
Has brought glory to a derided soil.
Had I a say in the heavenly councils;
A voice among the celestial consuls,
I would turn and twist both fortune and fate
And give that blessed tongue a landside triumph in every state!
Were I the omnipotent son of God
Dwelling in that magnificent city of gold,
I would open every American eye,
So that it may see with a sigh
The gift bestowed upon that fruit of a Kenyan loin;
And in his genuine cause I would all and sundry join!
Were I the merciful Ruler of the Universe,
I would with all minds converse;
I would both convince and enthuse
Upon all mortals the luck they refuse!
But since I'm a powerless being known by none,
Mine shall remain a wish at best;
That the will of heavens may be done,
Praying with a pleading tongue before the Mercy Seat!
Reflecting on the heart and soul, the mind
Whispering breathes of laughter, so alive
Radiating grace, joy – always kind
Blessing my soul, impressions who do thrive
Sighing hope that lingers inside each kiss
Beautiful musings rising with exclaims
Wherever she shines there is so much bliss
Glory divine, striking sparks, ghostly flames
Silence shouting with a weighty fervor
Lifting mists who cling to the morning hues
Crying tears - wet thoughts in each observer
Revealing dark with wonders to enthuse
Shining down into the glimmer of truth
Subtle glow abides, timelessness to sooth
Ardor feels are divine
Bodies erotically entwine
Caresses eagerly connect
Desires meet to intersect
Emotions feed passion
Fondlings sassy fashion
Gasps praise movement
Hearts pump excitement
Intimate whispers tingle
Joining lips mingle
Kisses feed desire
Loins share ardor’s fire
Moving hips enthuse
Needy bodies fuse
Outcries express zeal
Pleasure pulses appeal
Quenched libidos slake
Ravenous wants take
Silk sensuality grooves
Tantalize rhythm moves
Unleashed hunger plunders
Velvet kisses thunder
Waves ebb and flow pleasure
Xanadu houses flesh treasure
Yearnings flame with lust
Zing intensifies thrust
At my ripe age it's plain to me
That wisdom can come painfully
But found within our trouble, too
The best of what we humans do
All that's drawn from mind and heart
Is what weaves object into art
Crimping spouts of twisted metal
Changing common can to kettle
Time and Heaven's weep remake
A meager pond into a lake
The finest instrument lays quiet
Without a skillful hand to ply it
Still and barren, paints and brush
Until obliged a master's touch
Pen and paper don't enthuse
Sans a poet's poignant muse
And I am but a hand-less glove
Without my faith in God above
A walking, breathing implement
The tool for His divine intent.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Standard Contest Number 70" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Kettle, Pond, Lake" Poetry Contest, Nayda Ivette Negron, Sponsor.
Violet skies regard the drowsy moon,
Stars glisten on the edges of dark night,
Laughing eagerly wherever they’re strewn,
Evoking stories that gentle hearts write.
Stars glisten on the edges of dark night,
Softly glowing, restoring rest to souls,
Evoking stories that gentle hearts write,
With soothing words, their poetry consoles.
Softly glowing, restoring rest to souls,
Breathless promises shake the naked dew,
With soothing words, their poetry consoles.
Saintly blessings stirred the spirit’s breakthrough.
Breathless promises shake the naked dew,
Forest’s melody invites leaves to dance,
Saintly blessings stirred the spirit’s breakthrough,
Whispering passion, like a heart’s romance.
Forest’s melody invites leaves to dance,
Bursting with light, the trees sway to the tune,
Whispering passion, like a heart’s romance,
Waltzing with the rabbits, deer and raccoon.
Bursting with light, the trees sway to the tune,
The presence of starlight swells the heart’s muse.
Waltzing with the rabbits, deer and raccoon.
Perfect peace, wonders and dreams will enthuse.
The presence of starlight swells the heart’s muse.
Laughing eagerly wherever they’re strewn,
Perfect peace, wonders and dreams will enthuse.
Violet skies regard the drowsy moon!
Sitting in a diner booth
Is cozy and inviting.
To me, such places are, in truth,
The tables most delighting.
When offered booth or table,
There’s no contest; I will choose
A booth which will enable
Me to chill out and enthuse.
At dinner, I like atmosphere
And candlelight and chairs,
A place to sip an ice-cold beer
And wait while food prepares.
Yet for breakfast or a lunchtime meal,
My preference tends to be
A diner with the main appeal
Of booths for friends and me.
My husband likes a table most
But will not raise his voice
When we end up in, you might have guessed,
A booth. (He has no choice!)