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When dreamtime leads me to a mystic land
I saunter quietly ... climbing a hill,
For the kingdom of fairies and elves reigns
With gossamer wings and jewels in their hair.
A sapphire castle laps with ambient winds
Robed in diamante from godly hands.
Sweet mist of air and silver voices echo
Through quivering rock pools of hawthorns green.
This lofty place thrills bright imaginings
Upon glittered sands like tiers of limestone,
Hard marbles and finely-polished pebbles
Lie dotted through rainbow of stardust ,untold.
Tasseled wands bestow spells on the courtyard
Beguiling my eye with pixie- waltz steps
Until, at the height of enchanted awe
Fairy Queen lends magic, then fades in dreams!
Second Chance # 3 Contest of Broken Wings
Posted 4/21/2016
Judging Finalized 4/27/2016
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It happened in a moment, during my 7th grade English class *
As we studied classic literature; “Evangeline”, the poem
A substitute teacher, wearing shoes of polished coal *
His soft style, hair neatly combed, engrossed in reading poetry…
Pubescence slumped around me, nodding off, slowly being lulled...
Young minds. filled with clutter, gathering dust, from ancient stories
With glittering eyes, he read each verse * *
The soft, eager voice, that stroked each word…
He would wait, on occasion, to look around the room *
With wistful hope, I would suppose, to reach one heart, one soul
At the start of the class, I had been watching the clock
But, as I sat more enraptured, time just seemed to stop…
I turned the pages, one by one …and slowly fell in love
The beauty of old words, drifted through the stuffy air
Like the gathering of dust motes, glittered, hanging in suspension
Filtered in the angled light, of the afternoon’s warm detention
Sun filtered through window glass,…while voice of bliss droned on….
My heartbeat sped, with growing passion
I restrained my hands from reaching,… grabbing *
To catch each word, and keep them captive…
Dust motes, and words, were spinning around *
I was head over heels…for my substitute teacher…
I was head over heels for an old man named Longfellow….
Thirteen years old, I loved two older men….
Fell in love with the classics,....on a mid-day afternoon
While gathering dust, and the magic of words
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For the Contest: "Gathering Dust"
Sponsored by John Lawless
While in the prime of my adolescence,
I left a lovely town under Heaven...
the sleek palm trees swayed softly
and the perfume of the stooping orange trees
sweetly entered into my nostrils;
I had no time for tears, only an uttered goodbye...
friends and neighbors cried,
wishing me immense fortune!
In my naiveness, I didn't see any sadness
and hoped to find my new home
under another Heaven...a town
never lurking in complete darkness,
because every star came out
in full luminescence to insure me I wasn't alone....
I walked other streets much longer and wider,
thinking of the old clock-tower
overlooking the busy square where folks chattered
and sipped their cappucino or espresso
with an incredible gusto;
I wandered among glass and steel skycrapers,
searching for twinkling stars,
but I found none that glittered!
A lost traveler...weary and stranded,
not found by anyone on roadways,
standing at crossroads and making hard choices;
a fortune-seeker never finding his treasure intact,
envisioning an elusive concept
at the cost of an unconceivable regret!
Time has finally lost its grip on me,
allowing me to free myself of its captivity..
making clarity even brighter than perception:
to anxiously see me walk in that town under Heaven,
and to hold in my trembling palms
the velvety petals of falling roses!
I once gazed at the sky
The clouds have various faces, I see
I smiled as I was fascinated by its timeless beauty
In a minute I was captured
Call me eccentric, I don’t mind
This is who I am
I tell you, there are arts beneath
each faces of the sky
It shows faces of a Man
The sky sometimes bursts into tears
Like a man amid great sufferings
The sky sometimes dark but yet failed to cry
Like a man being relieved after a threat
When the sky shines,
Listen, it is everyone’s smile
There is always a light behind its shadows
Like the reality of life
tomorrows do come
I realized the thunder is the storm
It frightened a man and wishes it didn’t come
When it strikes, knees do shiver
Stars at night have always been my favorite spot
They glittered like a Christmas light
I see stars as I see people
Crowded! But born to be united
With Him Alone is the brightest star
But the reality of life is always visible
When Stars fall, a Man does
Falling stars are dead
"Blue Sky"
Lyn- Jenne
Puttin’ on the Ritz
She went to London where the gold-paved streets
glittered not in rainy foggy mornings.
In vain she knocked on doors in search of fame.
Uttered from beyond thick lighted cigars,
idle promises drifted hazily,
like suffocating smoke that filled the air.
Her talents never stood an acting chance,
but offers came dependant on her looks,
the long toned legs, attractive sex appeal.
Clinging to hope, she bit at proffered bait,
she gave her all, and acted at his will,
away from the bright lights of screen or stage.
She played the part of mistress to her man;
she lacked for nothing and lived like a queen,
but in the process she gave up her dreams.
She had the jewellery and choice of clothes
most fashionable and extravagant,
while hobnobbing with high society.
Sadly, she lived a life that was not hers,
following a dull script of make-belief.
Her heart was torn, her soul deceived and worn.
The pain within became too much to bear.
She knew no joy; had only grief to share.
Her life she took – a victim of despair.
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Paul Callus ~ 6th September, 2015
Contest: Puttin’ on the Ritz
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Placed 1st
The ebon hair untamed
Some swirled in the stream of squall
Some weaved enigmatic lattice on the forehead
Locking the charisma of the evanescent mind
Lest it flew away from the face in the wind
I kept it framed in the museum of memory.
The almond eyes unclosed
Eyelids danced to the music of butterfly flutter
Eyelashes aligned with starry strings of the satin sky
Holding the dulcet facade of dream-soaked charm
Lest it floated away from the face in the wind
I kept it framed in the museum of memory.
The flower of luscious lips unfurled
Donned the lilac patina of the sunburst dawn
Dew drops glittered on petals with sparkling allure
Engraving the contours of the mystique smile
Lest it drifted away from the face in the wind
I kept it framed in the museum of memory.
The crimson cheeks unveiled
Spread jasmine scent on seductive zephyr
Caressing the face suffused with aurora glow
Painted the transfixed portrait of ethereal grace
Lest beauty fades away from the face in the wind
I kept it framed in the museum of memory.
September 20, 2021
Contest : A Lovely Memory
Spoinsor : Regina McIntosh
It’s Friday night and a group of us, the ‘university summer fellows’ (Quinn, Jammie, Monique, Lisa and I) are going groovin’. Quinn, a Harvard man (we’ve shed our jaundiced opinions of him), assured us he knows the Boston bar scene. We’re going to test that.
We told him we wanted to sway to whimsical beats and chase vivid, neon lights across dance floors, like a bunch of cats - till the hours get wee.
Quin's plan is for us to pop-in the “touristy” places, like ‘the Havana Club’, ‘the Manray club’, ‘Garage Boston’ and ‘The Grand’, we’re so 111. As usual, Charles is our party mom, escort and driver.
When Peter and I were in Saint-Tropez, earlier this summer, there were beach clothes - dresses, skirts and men's shirts - where they’d woven micro-LEDs into the flowered, dry-wick, fabrics. I think the effect is amazing, friday, and joyous. I got two skirts for everyone (all of my roommates). Tonight Lisa and I are wearing a couple of them.
Funny. I’ve mentioned it before, but Lisa‘s an audrey. Her school friends and roommates are all used to it, we’ve been exposed, we have built up immunity. But Quinn’s a newbie, when Lisa came into the living room, LED glittered and lookin-right, he was literally stunned. He froze, for a microsecond, his face went blank and his fingers wiggled, as if disconnected from his overloaded central nervous system.
“OMG! Jammie said, having just turned around, “holla at ya brooke!,” he declared, shaking his head in admiration. “Umm mmm,” he added.
“I’m sure.” Lisa said, starting to transfer things from her everyday bag to her glittery clutch, the girl cannot accept a compliment. Quinn, coming out of it, cleared his throat.
We’re ready. Let Friday night begin!
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Webster: Jaundiced = “influenced by feelings of distaste, or hostility.”
slang..
pop-in = drop in, visit
audrey = an absolutely stunning girl
lookin-right = dolled-up, dressed to the nines
111 = excited
party mom = the sober person on a bar hop or party.
friday = fun, fun, fun
holla at ya = respect
brooke = beautiful
Once upon
a dreary vale,
a ghostly image
floating pale
Set my hair
to stand on end,
a living nightmare
did begin
Through the tree
she passed with ease,
floating gently
as a breeze
White her hands
were pearly hue,
nails were red
and veins ran blue
Auburn hair
that glittered fire,
dressed in webs
that spoke desire
Sweeping hand
across my lips,
writhing wildly
image shifts
In Changeling form
she was renewed,
shining with
a golden hue
Cold as ice,
that grace the poles,
wrapping around
my spirit folds
A tongue of fire
ripped my soul,
in changeling form
I now enfold
In an old bus, patience thinned by
midnight
As bitterness drifted long, feeling bleak
Wiping hours with restless air in
dark light
Not a robin cooed through skyline's
mystique
Finding unrest from a breeze in dull
shade
Where time slept with eyes open, a pale
flow,
A peasant beside me smiled like
glittered jade
Changing my face with some kind of
halo.
His ruffled hair touched my skin.
without words
And I felt silence soothing my
complaint;
Reaching out to offer him bread I
stored;
He said, "life's a pit if that's how it's named."
That moment pierced my gall, a quitter I
was--
Buoyed; epiphany changed my
senseless flaws.
" WAVE OF FANTASY"
She glittered in the dark, white hooves stepping on white stones
she was not far from her home when she knew - she was not alone
unicorns don't stare, this is what his mother taught him.
more beautiful than any mare, bare white, in the snow
he saw her standing there, drinking all alone
a glimpse is all it took - his heart forbear from falling for her
he crept underneath the silk waterfall
the moon had never shone so bright, it was as if she was the only person in the world that night.
Make haste! I must speak to her!
Running down the mountain he took flight.
It is not fate, for you to be alone tonight
he told her this and held his breath -
she replied with no resent
send me flowers, pale babies breath, I shall find you in the air.
but alas she could only find him in her dreams!