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Lustrous laureled leaves in autumn silently reap,
Brown bland blisters of trampled grey soil in bay,
Glorious golden glee blankets my dreams in sleep.
Withered warm whispers in wet pastures seep,
Midway merging November winds to Winter neigh,
Lustrous laureled leaves in autumn silently reap.
Thousand tattered treasures revive slumber deep,
Calm crispy corridor covers secrets on the way,
Glorious golden glee blankets my dreams in sleep
Silver sumptuous snow solaces them who weep,
Intense iridescent incarnations of life each day,
Lustrous laureled leaves in autumn silently reap.
Wonderful white wisps wake desires, oh they leap,
Emerged effervescent existence born to fly away,
Glorious golden glee blankets my dreams in sleep.
Magnificent miraculous moments I joyously keep,
Frosty ferocious fears, fervent furling hopes sleigh,
Lustrous laureled leaves in autumn silently reap,
Glorious golden glee blankets my dreams in sleep.
June 21, 2020
Month of the year I like most Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
~Premiere Contest Winner: 5th Place
With bent backs, aching bones, and withered hands
We unfurled sail beneath a glorious moon
Which painted you softly on the jeweled night
Your smile glistened as you stood at the bow
Our canvas full we braved a quiet bay
With the barest breeze trailing in our wake
The wind deserted us upon a silken sea
Furling our sails tight against the spruce mast
We tossed our anchor into a white sprayed splash
Venturing below deck we latched the hatch
Turning up the radio with feisty, rollicking rock
Yeehaw Grandma shrilled this eager Grandpa
As our wood hulled boat shattered the glassy sea
Pitching port and starboard with roll and wrenching yaw
Our ancient bones arose at morn through a popped-up hatch
To find a blushing dawn caressing the sky.
otra vez,otra vez`
I do, say and say again
I am the rock star of the ring
I risk my life again and again for fame,
Some might think of my passion
As just being poetic and practical
Or simply culture or unethical
However, nevertheless not when my life is on the line
Stronger than a herd of Buffaloes
Faster than the
Speed of a race horse,
He is now broken free of his corral
A streak of fury, rushes me
Despite my fear of dying,
My main focus is to
Take the bull down by its horn
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I looked deep into his eyes,
I saw mingling of rage
I carefully swung the cape,
A taunt of furling red
Aiming for its horns
The crowd roars, while
The old ladies sob for the bull
The men cheers for
Salvatore the Matador
Nothing more stimulating than the ladies
with the beautiful smiles
The bull is going to die
Shades of leaves wavering from mauve to ember
colour my lavender spirits in days of November.
When lustrous autumn blankets silently reap,
my glorious desires in ecstasy drench me deep.
A corridor of withering dandelions in dreams
simmers soothing secrets in glistening beams.
Every year I wait for soothing serenade of fall
it wraps my soul in slumber of a Cashmere shawl.
Silver fog shivers to glide with sunlit breeze,
memories melt my heart as snow begins to freeze.
On twirling trumpets of aural leaves I dance,
maple trees orchestrate a proliferous glance.
The hums of wet layered crystals appease dew,
I breathe iridescent aroma of reviving damp hue.
In quietude embossed broken twigs in scarlet rays,
I weave a pattern of opera peeping through haze.
There's an old tree house draped at divine dusk,
I spend my hours inhaling in wind dispersed musk.
My sandcastles of love fly in azure palate of sky,
with echoing wind my embellished petals rise high.
The rivulets under the wooden bridge caress pebbles
longing to strum starry nights as shriveling rebels.
Sequins of crimson in haloed wisps of Autumn tide,
the fir tree shimmers in veils as a stunning bride.
Ah! On starry nights when crystals kiss furling space,
my love blooms in blushing incarnations with grace.
Autumn tiptoes nervously for the forest to be reborn,
a gossamer shield of awakened serenity my cells adorn.
August 17, 2020
Serenity Awakened Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Word Count: 232
I try to smile,
But the more I smile, the more my eyebrows curl.
Now I need to speak, but I don’t think I can speak without shouting!
I’m rocking a bit now.
Which is making the floor shift and creak and my chair is about to crash through the floor.
My eyebrows are furling and my fingers are curling.
And the furling is ugly and makes me look like an old lady.
I’m thinking and trying to create more time by thinking slowly and gently.
But it’s loud. My thoughts are so loud.
The room is getting more distant.
The walls are creaking in tune with the floor.
They’re looking at me!
The waiter, and my friends are looking at me!
They’re aging and furling and curling.
The garlic chicken.
Yes, the garlic chicken please.
And water.
Water always helps me.
And the moment is over.
When you don't have desire
do you have a purpose?
Upon the edge of life
my brain reflects images
of what has been
flickering randomly
black and white than blackness
Light absorbs my being
illuminated I ascend
far from human realm
I glide onward into an ocean of
eternal space
seeing all I saw
hearing all I heard
feeling numb
sound like the waves surging the beach
Brightness chills
light engulfs
forever onward
glowing within
my eyes flame
poof
sparkling ember dying light
settle on the ledge of being
darkness besieges
without voice my mind screams
flames within my palms
hands wave round and round
darkness retreats
as light flickers
I stand alone toes clutching the edge
nothingness
alone but full
fall back furling into remnants of am
light soft comforts
Home.
DAUGHTERS
Opposites presented by Goddess
in talons of Eagle
on wings of Dove
Equally loved
A torrent from a fierce black cloud
yang frothing waves in a storm
beating seaweed rocks
claiming it in her bosom
then furling it afar
into unknown depths
where Neptune roars
his roar on end
boasting an indigo flag
Then ...light as a feather
yin floating on a shimmering beach
rosy ringlets microscope crabs, bubbles
giggling at ant antics
in crevices of creaky floorboards
while autumn Sun sets
dew drops on clover leaves
so misty morning says Hello !
A dancing juicy apricot
kisses at library doors
spongy beneath oak exterior
where beetles dug a hundred paths
staring defiance at an orange star
scornful, graceful, factual
proclaiming a Largeness of Life !
An Earth child in long waves of auburn
reaching for Mercury
A Spirit child, Earth located
One imaged from bowels of struggle
she whispered freedom in my ears
when behind prison bars
I sat counting toes
One imaged from Gabriel’s gown
or was it Merlin’s ?
she fingered watercolours
through my lenses
As Saturn said goodbye ...
Sirius screamed from wreaking hell
wrought from rages or sages unknown
Born in blood without its blue
from a womb of turmoil tremors
crystal dripping dark strife
hypocrisy contemplated
torn apart by churning guts
as young medics ogled
grimaced, searched
so premature, so incubated
it was “I will survive!”
Sun and Moon crossed one another
not knowing which way but loose
streaming rivers flowing sideways
in dusty towns, painted villages, rape
a gecko appeared on a pillowcase
Gangster peeped through a window
books came tumbling down
numbers flew away
lashes black as croaking crow
it was “I am here!”
There can be no coin to
ponder if not faces two
no tornado ripping apart
if no breezes play on
a horse farm in Karoo
No life if no death
Night clings to day
as daybreak clings to escaping night
sunset embraces twilight
negates itself, disappearing
one embalming the other while
flying
together on a silver thread
in blueberry Sky !