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Settled to watch, inspired by that instant moment,
While seconds send raptures as I gaze all alone.
When day melts into night, a regal bestowment.
Lights begin to shimmer, it softly nears twilight.
The soft gentle perfume of wafts nature's cologne.
The horizon creates a radiance so bright.
This magic captured with a deepest ruby hue.
The artist's kaleidoscope of warm colors shown,
Detailing exquisite soft crimsons etched in view.
Streams of color blend seamlessly in swirls of light.
Brilliant tapestries nature has carefully sewn.
Heavily embossed across the sky, birds in flight.
Now sunset’s glowing color of crimson and gold,
With a sweetness, and a warm tranquil overtone.
As night’s velvety blanket begins to unfold.
Whispering breeze wafting gently, flickers a scent.
Nestled snugly, caressed by joy I've never known.
Evokes aromatic bursts, earthy by intent.
A smile brings light across the soul,
Stirring wonder who makes lives whole.
A smile brings joy into life’s shadows,
Assuring hope roused by One who arose.
A smile sings melodies filled with peace,
Motivating faith that will ever increase.
A smile reflects the pleasure of night skies,
Steadfast in those who are old and wise.
A smile brings poetry out of the worst,
Sighing with joy that abides in sunburst.
A smile brings lyrics to the hungry heart,
Revealing affection that will never depart.
A smile quotes the Creator with its songs,
Ensuring dreamers, His kindness surely belongs.
A smile evokes the affections of a dewy morn,
More perfect than the fingers of our firstborn.
A smile brings elation that echoes in secret places,
Silencing doubts as God’s love softly embraces.
A smile brings the spirit from darkness to light,
Trembling with feeling that brings sharp insight.
A smile lifts the burdens from those who regret,
Trading shame for dignity that a heart won’t forget.
A smile delights the sun and brings hope to life,
Comforting the ones who mourn and live in strife.
A smile brings miracles out of the darkest dread,
Knowledge that this elation will continue to spread.
A smile brings the anxious strength to face their fears,
Leaving light in the path where pain has left its tears.
A smile, to those who know His love, is a clue,
To love like He loves – completely, through and through!
A smile, for those who believe in the eternal,
Know this expression is more – it isn’t just external.
A smile, I believe – my kind and gentle friend,
Is an intimate portrait of a love that will never end.
A smile, I believe – is more alive than can be expressed.
It is proof positive that our life has been so blessed!
THE MYTH CALLED BROTHER BERNARD
Brother Bernard is just a name
but a name that has saturated fame,
notoriety in Nigeria and it's the same
that evokes comical blunders.
Hope Bernard isn't one of your brothers.
Man dreams of a trip to Peru,
had a dream he was eating his shoe,
then woke up at night after a mouth-full,
as the call of "Brother Bernard" sails through
He finds out his dream had come true.
Yet, they say "Brother Bernard" is just a name.
Oh okay! Any dissimilar notion is just lame!
It's becoming a myth though just a name.
Brother Bernard is like a whistle in a game.
There's unanimity that everybody has a name;
Some are short, some are long.
Dick is a short name but can be strong,
Virginia is name-modified known agelong
and can never be ignored or go wrong.
If there's a name that has attained
realms of societal ridicule & is carelessly profaned,
then it's the mythical phrase "Brother Bernard".
No jury or advocate will annul "this" case.
Does the name create an unseen force?
Our people have caved their superstitions,
greatly influenced by Social Mediacians.
Some say "Brother Bernard is just a name"!
Methinks, that and other names ain't the same!
Though the meme didn't mellow, what a shame!
A fellow opined it is more than a name.
The empirical enquire the memes aim:
And entreat the source of your mythical claim"?
But...I pledge to relish in this euphoria, my lord,
bask in the blunders of the madness galore,
to seize the comical moments with my bare hand.
Revel in the emphatic mention of "Brother Bernard"!
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 14th April 2023.
Does machismo make a real man
with its excessive ego of superiority?
If it is considered the vital part of masculinity,
how come disregard, vulgarity and obscenity are
highly valued by anyone encouraging this character;
I've known such individuals whose breath
had the stench of alcohol and narcotic...
I was disgusted by such behavior and it made me vomit.
Faithless dudes spend a night in the bar, then go home staggering
to their wives and children...abusing them with vulgar words, screaming,
beating them up and then faint on the neatest bed;
half-men with nugatory affection treat them kindly,
you have promised to love them unconditionally,
why do you break that vow recited before God and Man?
The morning after, your machismo loses its equilibrium...
over the beast you had become, to fill you with delirium.
Machismo is a misconception of what men should be;
machismo evokes dark thoughts of all the evil-minded ones,
not a model to look to or worthy of imitation as expected,
and as your strength swoons, your perception is blocked
by clarity, and your gazes fall to factual disgrace
to reveal fallacy. How will a false-hearted man, filled with machismo, ever be
released from his ominous state? There are countless errors and faults,
and foresight is the solution to his self-inferred woes.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Unassuming beauty of emerald evergreen.
Verdure cool patches of sombre sunscreen.
Flowerless soft carpets of impasto strokes.
The gorgeous mossy sponge .. vibrance evokes.
The gregarious green hosts.. fungi, frog, insect
The bedecked forest floors.. symbiosis perfect.
Soft velvet cuddles close....the roots and trees hard.
Light and shade brighten up....the dank courtyard.
The rolling stones all frown..they grimace.. in grief.
Can't we gather the Moss?..the beauty ..leaf by leaf !!
Dated 11th November 2018
Submitted to the Overlooked Beauty Poetry Contest.
Sponsor Jesse Rowe.
“How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood”
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
How dearly past evokes my red-tiled home
Which sits on the hill near a mango tree
Where cows merrily graze and cattle roam!
Back in my childhood now memories plea
For wildlife, rice fields, and days full of fun
For haystacks on bull-carts rolling carefree;
For mauve-tinged horizons ruby skies spun
For grasslands, rivers and monsoon rain fall
For prairies serene, thrilled in gleaming sun;
When rosy dawns awoke to roosters’ call
And farmers tilled their land in sunrise gold
As cultural myths invoked in crows’ squall.
Oh, land of my dreams how snugly I hold!
While treasures dear to me fondly unfold.
November 24, 2020
Placed 1st: Writing challenge -Terza Rima - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Ten syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com)
Placed 2nd: Podium placing contest 4 by Brian Strand
Lights are low. Reflections flicker on the wall
Mirror images of those from long ago.
Dead so many years, yet who are still alive...
Here,...in black and white, ...in this dark room
Bergman and Grant. I watch them as they struggle with emotion
She deceives him. He believes betrayal...
How is it possible...that he cannot see that her love for him endures?
My small screen evokes such love, bitterness, sadness and pain...
But once again...our heroine will be redeemed, and saved...in the end.
Oh yes! I know the outcome. I've seen it many times before...
Even so..I must watch again...how love conquers all....
Oh Mr. Grant! You must see how she loves you!!
Why can you not see how her heart breaks??
Ahh.....finally, yes...he carries her in his arms down the stairs to safety..
And I am curled in my chair...breathless once again.
Bergman, Grant, Stewart, Hepburn, Bogart...the list goes on and on.
We have lost them one by one, ....yet...we never really did...
They have left their presence in black and white for us to relish, ...again and again...
To take us to war torn places...to the Rhine,...to Casablanca...to the ends of the earth...
Yet we've never had to leave our chair
Those beautiful faces that never age
Like black and white etchings, that can be brought to life..
Tonight brings a teardrop, or terror, or a love like no other...
Tomorrow, they will take me to another place...another time...
As they live on and on and on.....in black and white...
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note....Just watched one of my favorites last night on TCM
The meadows are charmed and filled with delight.
Presently steeped in the darkness of night
The cool air is warmed as a new day has begun.
She peeps over the horizon, hail praise to the sun.
I settle to watch, inspired by that instant moment,
When night gives over to day, a regal bestowment.
All becomes visible in a grey hue, as we near dawn.
The land comes alive with the heralding of morn.
Across the horizon created a radiant glow so bright,
As the sun embarks on a new journey creating daylight.
This magical moment captured with a deep ruby hue.
Detailing an exquisite hefty crimson etched in view.
Streams of color blend seamlessly in swirls of delight.
Heavily embossed across the faded sky, birds in flight.
Sunrise is a glowing color of crimson and gold,
As days sun swept veil begins to unfold.
Whispers of a breeze wafting gently, flickers a scent.
Evokes aromatic bursts, sensual yet earthy by intent.
With a sweetness, and a warm tranquil overtone.
I am nestled snugly, captivated by joy I've never known.
Capturing my imagination of a candle in glorious blaze,
My breath sets it flickering as dawn drifts in with its refreshing haze.
The world awakens with a golden glow,
Softly reviving each enchanted meadow.
Soft whispers of the morning fill the air,
With a kaleidoscope of color everywhere.
The dew-kissed petals glisten in the day’s early breeze.
As gentle rustling leaves dance awaken the bees.
In this serene and peaceful morning sight,
The world is wrapped in tranquil delight.
Wild flowers now in full bloom,
Relinquishing their over powering perfume.
Insects busy themselves working, even the tiniest ant.
The meadows drenched in warmth continue to enchant. (5)
Filling my lungs with my first breath
starts the cycle of birth and death.
And startled by life's rakish sounds,
my beating heart rapidly pounds.
A cool breeze evokes such pleasure
it's impossible to measure.
And yet, my gaze goes unbroken;
my astonishment unspoken.
Feelings and sensations abound
within the world that I've just found.
And upon opening my eyes,
anxiety fuels my cries.
Hushed by the sweetest sound I know,
my tears slow to a trickling flow.
For I'd heard that voice in the womb,
chiding me as I kicked for room.
The voice of my mother, to me,
is a source of comfort, you see.
So, I close my droopy lids tight,
yawn, and chase sleep into the night.
Green Grass
Green-- GLIMMER of dew on early dawn grass has a new beginning of GOLD sun-rays
Green-- RAIN from a wisp of TEAL sky pounds on pane glass,
Green-- BREEZE of cool crisp WHITE breath twisting and lacing, through bouts
Green-- SAVORING the herbs evokes a sour LEMON YELLOW taste
Green -– EMBRACES of nature, spring growth of nostalgic PURPLE
Glimmer, Gold, Rain, Teal, Breeze, White, Savoring, Lemon Yellow, Embraces, Purple
Dormant grass is first kissed by the glimmer of gold hued sunrise rays
The sound of panging rain beats in my ears, turns double rainbows into teal bluegrass
Breeze tightly weaves and curls through one another’s tendrils leaving a wisp of pure clean white scent
Savoring sweetly tangy flavor of lemon yellow tender blades of grass among the foliage
Autumn embraces nature’s colors of sunshine laced in purple flowers in summer
Heavenly
10/31/2015
contest: Green
sponsored by; Silent One