Long Glitter Poems
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It seems it was but a moment ago
that we were born and grew into the world
and yet ... there is a history here
revealing all we have heard and seen,
learned and sadly, unlearned.
It is a history for a moment in time
lapsed in our memories, forgotten to sleep in our dreams
swayed and dismantled by our progression
daunted by power, greed and the inhumanity that rises within us.
We have lived
remembering the aftermath of a Great World War
the rise and fall of tyrants and dictators
alluring us with false promises and lies.
We have lived
to see the heroes and heroines who spoke then silenced
of humanity filled with hopes and dreams and promises
for change, to be better than who we were.
We have lived
to hear the voices crying in the wilderness
only to close them out, shut them down
silence their realities in lieu of our own want and need.
We have lived
to taste the power of money and its greed
to own and hold tight to things, possessions
rather than dreams, the people around us.
We have lived
to touch the glitter of golden and silver-tongued liars
that taunt and tease us into thinking only of ourselves
living above, beyond, better than the rest of the world.
We have lived
to know and inhale the smell of more, its sweet aromas
when more is too little, too much, too near, too far
from the innocence in which we were born.
Is this then the future, the modern, enlightened mankind?
Still succumbing to the slavery of sex, drugs and lies
forget the rock and roll, the music is
more haunting, blinding, deafening, dulling who we were.
We have lived
but what does it mean
to truly live, to be alive
and lived well?
Clover superlative lovers, sprung via same stem
Umbrella immunity protects sprites supple
Filter purity lacy leaf shade kindly dapples them
Desiree samples pitchfork debauch, spicy morsel
Charcoal meats mesh ashes as a couple
Ambidextrous temptress directs a dirty rehearsal
Slides snakelike under bellies of cavernous crime
Noir nymph' s naughty retorts immortal
Eclipses mens' deception with suspense sublime
Renee seeps charisma, dripped dagger stalactites
Fever lucid rouge cog spins fire's scorch
Sword slung blood hungry royalty raunchily ignites
Challenges zealous volunteers alter ideal rhythm
Their arteries' iron absorbed easily by hers
Victims slump lethargic in archer's hearty system
Daisy cartwheels through clouds of chaste cherubs
Recklessly devours disappearing desserts
Meringue marries her tongue to immaculate merit
Sunrise serene promise of peace glides with dove
Subtle touch petal's glitter silken sensual
Agitates a fragile ego to dream unconditional love
Virgin indulges a glutton with wedding splendour
Impulsive maid skips in fields plentiful
Expressive poses pollinate their dramatic detour
Reunited trio resplendent, red black white card
Dervish of dizzying seductive curses
Climb dandelion conducted, an angel on guard
26th April
Tantalising Apparitions!
My art work delights me. I am amazed that I am this creative. Other people’s stuff is merely okay now.
I do not think it is conceit. I think it is excitement and appreciation for what I instinctively do.
This stuff pounds out of me onto the canvas for only one reason, because it has to.
And it is pure fun.
I love throwing the greens and yellows and pinks onto a canvas.
I usually put a color in three spots then decide whether to take it further.
All extra paint goes on my door.
Which is heavier all the time.
Sometimes when I get toward the end of a painting I throw in sawdust or glitter.
I tried gluing on jewels once, it looked dumb.
I have been known to take a painting off a wall and re-do it.
I am famous for it.
As I learn I redo, and as I redo, I learn.
Painting.
How I am in love with it!
Let me dance your tune, soak our wine
Afloat on irises divine,
From glint of midnight I believe
In charms you bring, and charms you leave,
Making me gentle everyday
Through fire and rain, time lifts the way,
While carats of eyes glow about
A diamond’s remnants, no doubt.
For never have I felt this flight
When dawn wakes my gaze with delight,
Then, clutch my hands on mystic trips
Down rivers shifting moon’s eclipse;
That open light with breaths aglow
And glitter tide’s sails made to row;
Deeper the years; warmer your face
To relish clasps of soft embrace.
Contest for Alexis Y...Love Poems
( Make Me Fall In Love With Your Poem)
Friends are priceless gems brighter than a meteor,
in our eyes they glitter as stars do;
keep on watching them...they will shine even more!
I have sought the most beautiful one,
in a universe so awesome and immense...
there it was all by itself waiting towards dawn!
Amazed by such loveliness and defined beauty...
my wish was to cradle it into my caring hands,
promising to keep it warm with my flame of amiability!
I gave that resplendent star a lovely name, " Eternal friend "...
the one that listened, smiled and responded tenderly;
if friends are priceless gems, why not love them until the very end?
My Dedication:
My poem is dedicated to Carol Sunshine Brown. Years ago she welcomed me into the Poetry Soup Family with warmth wishing me well. Her heart-felt words made me feel seven feet tall. Yes, her friendship is a priceless gem!
Tears that twinkle and glitter
Flow through our cheeks that will twitter
The sorrows our eyes carries
And heart throbs with worries
Altogether we dwell
The day has come for our farewell
bit by bit watered and grown by teacher
are ready to step ahead to see the future.
All alone standing at this junction
Days gone by are not illusion
Really we are going to miss each other
have hope to meet again further..
We all walked together in one path
Our ways are deluged at this spot
Some strike the engineering bell
yet others to make patients well.
Every one has different aim
Almighty will lead you to hall of fame...
Wishing you all the very best.
Never forget prime nest..
He was not born roaring.
He was born smaller than expectation,
his spine curving slightly
as though the body itself hesitated
to enter the world.
They would later call it omen.
But in the beginning
it was only a child
learning how quickly affection tilts
toward symmetry.
His brothers moved easily through rooms.
Doors opened wider for them.
Light seemed to settle on their shoulders
without effort.
He understood early
that the world prefers what does not disturb it.
And he disturbed it.
Not by choice —
but by presence.
There is a particular solitude
in being watched
before being known.
It hardens slowly.
Not into hatred at first —
into precision.
He became observant.
Measured.
Careful with language.
Careful with silence.
If love would not be given freely,
power could be taken.
The crown did not glitter to him;
it answered something.
To stand above
what had always stood above him —
to force history
to pronounce his name without pity.
But power does not untwist the spine.
It does not quiet the memory
of laughter stopped mid-breath.
By the time the princes vanished
into the stone mouth of the Tower,
he had convinced himself
that necessity and cruelty
were the same word.
That is how ambition survives.
On the eve of Bosworth
sleep would not hold him.
The dead have a way of returning
without sound.
Not accusing.
Not raging.
Simply existing.
Proof
that what is done
does not dissolve.
When he fell,
it was not theatrical.
No thunder split the sky.
Just a body —
human, breakable —
meeting the ground.
History would name him monster.
But history never records
the first moment
a boy understands
he is less wanted
than the others.
And sometimes
that is where it begins.
As the bride cries before the wedding so much,
the groom many years later, as such.
Better asking twice before loosing at once,
male river water feeding ocean female eloquence.
That sea of motions influences the river,
spawning spores and the flow to deliver.
The pleasing role to submit by natures order,
to keep motions of water in needed boarder.
Delta downstream where the sweet meets the salty bitter,
male and female twilight dance and glitter.
Tides of menstruation circles turning to heat,
forces of spirit matter and its sublimity beat.
Adams rip taken to draw the new moon,
creation that flows through the female cocoon.
The silver cup with little golden eggs,
weaving heavens scent into gentle heads.
Natures diplomatic respected fire,
kindled by admiration from mountain higher.
To discover the heart is the greatest initiation,
life is time and death is its dividing appreciation.
From far away past where silent orbs
Danced to rhythms of unknown forces forging
Newer niches in cloud then soil then rock,
Smouldering, sizzling silently as time tic toc
Ebbed away, watching life on some lifeless rock surging,
To this day when we dance to the rhythm of Forbes,
The moon and sun in divine love urging
Have danced about the earth: light source upon a rock,
Bringing life to earth when the sullen clock
Calls out the grim owl, vile wolf, and sturdy sturgeon
Through the silent night nobody else disturbs,
Locked in eternal enthralment, watching the dark dungeon
Earth would be but for the sun- or moonlight it absorbs.
Moonlight from sunlight like new groom and virgin
Locked in an embrace older than Eden’s first baulk,
But sealed forever to work on this blue rock;
Bringing light to life on earth at dawn then dusk, merging
Efforts: sun casts its beams on daytime suburbs
But when the earth turns as if to shun its scourging,
That age old mission bound to fail as dusk struck
Finds new life in the passive glitter on that battered rock,
The partner playing its part, for so it was from the first forging.
From far away past, as far back as the silent space orbs,
The sun and moon in sublime love urging.
Have danced about and cast shadows out of this rock
And so it should be, for when one’s gone and you lose the rock
Foundation of the union, then is there but darkness and dirge in
The picture, and the survivor is just a lifeless rock listening for hope in the orbs.
(c)Nyonglema
When despair held me in torment
And the road of life was spent
My every breath a fear
Amid dark puddles of tear
I never saw her dainty wings
Never heard them swing
When tragedy struck and the day was dim
The eclipsed sun had nothing in him
Grieving love long past
A name on the tomb so fast
I never saw her dainty wings
Never heard them swing
A shaken faith, no good reason
Aimless life season after season
A sublime love I felt near
A sparkling voice that grew higher
Drawing me from the depths of despair
Into fragrant, soft air
I never saw her dainty wings
Never heard them swing
And when the day was clear
A light heart past fear
She slowly let her wings flutter
And all that was left was some glitter
19/3/2012
By Tahera Mannan