Long Glitter Poems
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He watches her
Smoke rising, playing against her aura
Diamonds in her eyes
Sparkling like the morning sunset
Transcendent goddess
Temple like the minions who befall her
He watches transfixed
The stillness of the day
Dressing her ghost like
Dancers parade
Praying to be the chosen
Diamonds glitter
Charade passes with no promise
Decadent smile betrays her only emotion
The curtain closes
Lesser mortals fated
Sure as day turns to night
Diamonds in her eyes
Deathly kiss, as wolves howl in the night
Clouds free, as the moon searches
Transcending light finds shadow awaiting
Diamonds sparkle
Wolves frenzied as audience is given
Diamonds shine bright
Souls searching for the afterlife
Betrayed by her aura
Coals burn brightly
And the wolves are sated
Dark clouds in the distance
Diminish the burning light
The morning asks why
He watches, transfixed
Diamonds in her eyes.
As dusk descends, magenta streaks the sky
and silence dominates the countryside,
where corn stalks in the farmers’ fields stand high.
I watch a bird across this vista glide.
It swoops behind a willow; I embrace
vast beauty which before me I behold
while breathing eventide! Across my face
a light breeze ripples. I’ve no need of gold
or city’s glitter. Silver I prefer -
that silver which will shimmer very soon
as dusk turns into night and stars appear
in myriads, surrounding gibbous moon.
And flickering around me now as though
to imitate the stars, how the fireflies glow!
July 30, 2018 for Emile Pinet's Dusk Or Dawn (New Poems Only) Poetry Contest
Now used for John Hamilton's Super Sonnet Premium Poetry Contest
All through the forest
A holiday to commence in marvelous
It’s the Christmas trees stance
They will soon dance
A Christmas Carols are Sang
Togetherness being among
The music tempo is circulated up
Dazzle Christmas lights
All shining brightly at night
The Christmas trees are now in formation
It is a lovely creation
All this is happening outdoors
Snow begins to fall
What a way to start the holiday for all
Imagine and dream
The Christmas Trees are all in assembly
Dancing around each other
In distance of glitter is a frozen stream
The Christmas Trees are dancing on cue
They are giving the Christmas preview
Talent at its best
Dazzle of life
The start of Christmas has turned out nice.
I could write of stellar
skies -- Really I could!
Could write of lozenge
moons~ of over-saturated
beams, arriving and departing,
concentrates of extra sweetened,
totally addicting, poetically
whipped creams:
(unfold, eerie immaterial, cobwebby
tightly creased seams, of long
seeming ever taboo gleams -- )
I could write...really I could!
compose glitter, like diamonds,
a huge, full jar -- Aladdin Stories,
fantastical adventures from romantic
afar -- I could strum a string strung
between, distant star and my near,
dear, sparkly guitar --
rather savor your toffee lips
chocolate licks like a Mar's Bar....
"Colorful language is the best way to recreate the incident as it happened and to picture it for the audience". Dale Carnegie
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O, colors, enthrall us through their splendor
Infuse the mundane world with vivid shades
Dazzle with hues and send a melody so tender,
No harp plays a role in tunes or serenades.
Lush velvet stains lips and hands with blackberry
Ripe grapes drenched in bright, blithesome lands
A colorful kaleidoscope lies in a flower vase—airy,
A sparkle that imbues the shadows and expands.
Olive and amber—ripening akin to wheat,
Grating upon nerves, a symphony so sweet
I love color, from flaming reds to vivid greens.
Royals flaunt purple, a sight that sheens.
Flaming reds and vivid greens—I adore
Royal flaunting purples, I simply can't ignore.
If I were the color blue, I would sing a halcyon song.
Leave you frantic—recalling your youth for days long.
I hold my breath as sapphire skies spread.
Vast quietude, serene—filling my head
Rainbows, prisms—tinsel glitter galore,
A wheat harvest of yellow—a sight to adore
Ripples and runs—floats and flies,
Subtle shades and sheen, colors that mesmerize.
Crimson and azure—glowing with grace,
The purity of white is a vague oasis to embrace.
A streak of gray brought heaven to earth
Crackled turquoise, vivid glow of calm sea worth,
As a slow hawk stoops—prey in the deep,
The sunflower droops; a lazy wave creeps.
The wind sleeps—swirling in dazzling links,
And loops, creating a symphony that never sinks
The crickets chime their pauseless rhyme,
And the colors run—toward the sun climb.
Before the wind feet, in the wheat, they stun.
The green of elms—a sage discourse troll,
Hemlock green, oaks, and juniper trees spun,
A color symphony, one actor—this world scrolls,
A never-ending show of beauty and poetry.
Crafting a lasting metaphor of beat and symmetry
A magnificent show of shadows and brightness.
O, hues, how you seduce my air with lightness.
Free Verse
I live not far from humankind the cradle that is of
what and where we are all coming from Johannesburg
so they say and going to one human race of every colour
no need for power domination colonializing margins
The ‘dark continent’ where the ‘savages’ did not abide
by our expectations of what civilized should be and mean
where it was us the other 'othering' cannibalizing our flesh
of freedom dignity compassion lost in money mind and soul
My cradle rocks and sways in the wild gentle winds in
torrents of emotion mood reflection history anticipation
certain of uncertainty of what the intermingling retrospective
past and future web together like a tapestry of life a bricolage
Lost threads there are and double knitted faults and hollows
shallow worn out spins and spiral knots and missing patches
mended winding fabric scars and wounded oscillations
swings and roundabouts cul-de-sacs and four-way stoppage
Is there a pattern to cradling the moment to memories to
fantasies of rooted wings and flapping roots a human kind
of compass joining needles implements of mass construction
subjective individual shining lights and armour idiosyncratic beauty
Are we starving demising suffocating for self-righteousness
loosing the plot and all the marbles thrown high up in the
air with juggled balls we aim to fix the waters rivers flowing
on their own with push and pull of light and lighted gravitation
Just here and now not there and then when sunshine rises
where rainbows glitter melt and wax the wane all of the colours
into violet prisms focussing condensing refracting blinding darkness
understanding knowledge of the shadows and bright clarity
When I write some thoughts on paper on the screen of modern
techniques and ancient art of crafted words and scripted meaning
the cradling of the moment takes its paths of where I’ve started off
and might be going once and only when the moment passes
02nd July 2016 written in Johannesburg and everywhere
Glistening Glimmer;
Glitter Gold to chase
The Pot.
A Richness Galour
Of Fallen ANGELS,
Beauty...
..That Shimmers A
Love Featherd among
A White wing spread.
To the pearly gates of
PETER I have come to
An understanding: agape'
Love is all around.
So bless those who
Will follow me, and fear
The ones who don't.
As I Step up to the stair
Way to heaven... To
Open my soul.
To lead gods exsample,
For he was known
To retain all sin, and release
Them to his flood of Wrath...
Beyond the waters.
Against 40 days n' 40 nights,
To survive it's blasting roar;
I have become one with him
For he is my true father... For
He is Our only GOD!
Aboard boat by TWO'S.
A glass of bubbly champagne,
filled with natural sciences,
can make you drunk
on false knowledge—
the certainty of fools
rooted in the visible world.
If you survive the hangover,
the splitting pressure of illusion,
and the heavy load of matter
does not crush you,
then the deeper view
through the bubbles
of the material world
will suddenly pull you
into a slow, luminous sinking
toward the bottom of the glass,
where yesterday’s champagne
once shimmered with illusion—
mountain tops, Milky Way,
lavish ravines, canyons, tundra.
The world you had seen
in all its magnificent glory
was just a passing mirage
that stood before you,
behind the closed doors
that have now swung open.
The bottomless glass
has its own secret path.
It draws you inward,
spiraling downward,
past the glitter of matter,
past the veil of perception,
into an unknown realm
where light dissolves into silence
and silence becomes the door.
The threshold is dark.
Its ancient force
may pull you back—
that trembling moment
before surrender.
Yet the unknowable world
unfurls behind the veil—
a soft, infinite darkness
and subdued light
you tasted only briefly
when the bubbles burst
and the surface broke.
There, at the bottom
of what feels like an abyss,
God sits quietly—
He is not waiting,
only being,
pure stillness,
as if He has always been
the very center
toward which the descent leads.
He does not call your name.
He does not reach His hand.
He simply remains,
radiant in the darkness,
a presence so vast
it can only be found
by falling far enough
to shed the last veil
of the visible world.
The surging storm splitting apart the falling sky,
blows with the harrowing fury in the wan mind wiry,
the flaring wrath burns like blazing badland in a flash,
scorching the desiccated soul to a stack of still ash.
When thunderous storm of sorrow pours dismal rain,
the shattered heart drowns in the dungeon of pain,
the banks of mind break, eroded by dense despair,
the river of affliction in full flood flows in nightmare.
When opaque nights are moonless and dull days hazy,
to steer the life adrift in the mist of maze is not easy.
When garden flowers turn pale and pasture grass brown,
the unshed tears fill up my mind where all hopes drown.
In enthused draft the gloomy cloud drifts out of sight,
as the shining stars glitter bright in the moonlit night,
through the radiant air the satin surfs of stardust flow,
my mind drinks the ambrosia of joy from its astral glow.
I don’t drown dreams in the sea of despair, travel content
on the segments of new road I pave in my time present,
not feeling the mind lose the way, I let it delve inside,
that’s where I discover the abode of ecstasy to reside.
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January 24, 2023
Contest : How Do You Feel
Sponsored by : Mystic Rose Rose
As if life seems to run through litter
Continued hits make life full of craters.
New ray of hope soon rising to glitter.
As optimist, be fit wishing fitter.
Don't lose confidence, hope never to yield.
Strong devotion - dedication to build.
Be competent explorer in your field.
Truth -honesty - labour to act as shield.
Adverse ambience is bound to alter.
In turquoise night to twinkle shiny stars.
Hope for the best ! Your nice days to enter.
Joyous Spring follows dull morose Winter.
Malice-enmity, always to disturb :
Don't allow mental peace to be perturbed.
Confront as a challenge, acting superb.
Take 'time', as best 'healer' : well known proverb.
Through ages humans are to discover
Pain of loss or grief, sure to be over.
From bruises and wounds you will recover.
No pessimism, proceed on endeavour.
On gift of recovery have belief.
At end of crisis, you will get relief.
Can be explained in details or in brief.
Behind cloud, exists silver lining in life.