Long Idyllic Poems
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Thirsty for a drink of water, she sits down
on a tree-stump and rests for a while.
A peaceful day of recent dreamy memories,
thoughts that wandered away, as her
father and brother work clearing out the field
around the willow trees for spring planting.
The mild warm weather is getting ready for rain.
The ground is soft and yield nutrients
for the seeds as they grow.
There is still so much to do,
and chores need to be done around the farm.
At the end of the day, they take a breath
and sigh in deeply as they are all worn out.
Silence reverberates through soft idyllic civil twilight.
The scattering sunlight still lights up the sky's vast horizon.
The next morning, they began with morning chores
while mom gets their breakfast ready.
Then wonder off to the field until twilight seduces the night.
A smile on their faces with an inspiring thought;
it will all be worthwhile at the end of a plentiful harvest.
Searching for the Good
Alas, the search continues
peering eyes in all the venues
as the pure and holy seek
all the virtues of the meek
their old and brittle bones
re-sounding creaky church pew tones.
Cold blinders to their views
force the “olds” upon the “news”
as the suit they wish to fill
is a fulfillment of their will
draped upon the soul of others
for they know it slowly smothers
all the “ifs” and “buts” and “druthers”.
Their quest fails by “default”
for the one they would exalt
is but a slickly polished ruse
a “three shelled” talking muse
slyly twisting every virtue
“Eddie Haskell” come to court you.
There are those who earn the name
who do what’s right not seeking fame
know the essence of a “good”
not shaped by brick and stone and wood
for the substance of their truth
springs from a single root
fed by unpolluted streams
feeding still idyllic dreams.
11/1/2016
submitted to – A good man – Poetry contest
The morning sky glows in rays of nature's lamp
The sun-lit earth gives a cheery smile in its charm
A baby calf drinking milk from mama's udder;
Tiny yellow common grass butterflies
fluttering around in open green grasslands;
Paddy plants sparkling pearls of dew drops at sunrise;
The three-striped bushy tailed little palm squirrels
scurrying around the trees in search of nuts;
Small pale-billed flower pecker birds on tree twigs
swaying gently to the rhythm of soft morning breeze.
As I see the vibrance of nature, yet feel its lull
during my morning walk amidst nature
through the idyllic countryside,
my wearied mind is refreshed and nurtured -
the soothing tunes of serenity serenading my soul
in a moment of love and peace
Date: 10/20/2021
Let's Mix It Up Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Between frosty cobalt-cliffs, cruise-ship hesitates to pause,
Amidst ice sculptures echoing cheers of spirited applause,
Mesmerizing enthralled sights evincing awe-struck trance,
Lauding vast gelid expanse, hypnotizing eyes of romance.
Buoying on inlets, flaunting aesthetics of sculpted designs,
Dark blue glaciers rise for miles, as our ship gently aligns,
Watching seals resting lazily, ruminating on blocks of ice,
Empathetic of frightened sparrow decrying the crowd-size.
Gracefully ship circles around, as if staging a festive dance,
When in enamored glance, caressing hints of romance,
We praise motifs on water~ floating white cotton balls,
Where shards chromatic fall from frozen-tall bluish walls.
Miles of crystals adorning yonder, glinting cerulean blue,
Stack mounds of white contrast on distant emerald hue,
As Glacier Bay begins to fade retreating in rearward view,
When ship's whistle blows aloud, bidding a fond adieu.
A journey we treasure now in albums of cherished past,
Where moments unsurpassed, coveting-forever last,
Embracing precious memories evoking paradise on earth,
Glamorizing place-idyllic, luxuriating in cadence of mirth.
May 28, 2023
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 18 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: I Know A Place
Glacier Bay National Park and Preserve lies west of Juneau, Alaska and can only be reached by plane or boat. Glacier Bay was declared a UNESCO WORLD HERITAGE SITE in 1979 for the spectacular glacier and icefield landscapes.
"Having grown up in an idyllic village, I consider myself as blessed. I was rid of all rigid formalities of urban living. Enjoyed the artless innocence of countryfolks, breathed fresh air, occasionally pranced through wilderness, talking to wildflowers and butterflies" - By Poet
There’s nothing like the lovely rustic charm,
Sent out by far flung lush green country farm.
Where trees in glee sweep heaven with their crown,
And songbirds, the surrounding valley drown.
There the air, fresh and sweet like forest glade,
And Heaven blesses rich, the country wide.
Where the rural folk in their toil and pride,
With their artless and modest life reside.
To such idyllic bliss, I long to go,
Where life like a silent river shall flow.
The anatomy of a poet’s heart ebbs and flows~
sometimes like the swirling ocean,
fluent in idyllic idioms and mystical metaphors,
woven from aesthetic elements of nature,
for inspirations glide through warm waves,
crashing on shores, when emotions rise with turbulent tides.
Yet today the turquoise seems lusterless,
gloomy clouds overshadow every faultless ripple,
that shines and rhymes amidst cruel currents of time,
leaving ink afloat in blackened seas of sorrow,
reminiscing sapphire blues that unfurled artistic skies,
and here I lay my dreams on an oceanic bed,
embellished with rainbow pearls and rubies,
concealing oozing torrents gushing out of aching arteries,
while magical hues merge with magenta melancholia,
as amethyst afterglows adorn the hushed horizon,
I remain poetically stable…
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By Any Other Name would smell as sweet
Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare
ROSE CAPULET
Put aside the rose by any other name, the dozen scent
of lover’s potent petals, exacting thorns that pierce the skin.
His soulmate’s countenance - like baby’s breath and intent.
Her pink pinched cheeks, soft as velvet, a bright budding win.
The lovely romance of Capulet adorned with thrilling furl.
Sweetness permeates from Shakespeare’s intervening,
phrase caught betwixt the feuding, an idyllic poetic pearl.
Cruel cessation of fluttering heartbeats - unforeseen things.
Juliet’s petals still - like Aurora’s lips longed to be kissed.*
Her Romeo clueless to her pretense downs caustic curse.
His rapturous love awakens — wan rose can only coexist
in the arms of death. Dagger turns rose red in abiding verse.
11/14/2021
Robert Liguori’s Rose Contest
*Aurora was the name of the fairytale’s Sleeping Beauty who was awakened by her prince with a kiss. Juliet was in a temporary coma
but Romeo never received her explanation letter.
BEAUTY OF SHAPES
naturally
idyllic
absolutely
without
emphasis
a manner
of looking
at
tinted visions
in the
art eye
of life
sublime dreams
without shadows
in an
exacting blend
of
imagined scenes
of splendour
beyond reality
pictures
on canvass
representations
conceived visions
of
spontaneity
of sensation
beginnings
with no end
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Written: May 15, 2024 For Jay Narain Contest
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Summer's sunshine tingles the lavender bloom.
It bestows an idyllic and aureate mood in the room.
A serene spa as fears vanish and peace beams.
A sumptuous sanctum and mellifluous dream.
Royal purple, orchid, with the silky grace of a lilac.
A rush of passion and altruism, and a smile to luck.
A panacea for a jaded soul, a cornucopia of peace.
A pleasing pastiche in which hurdles seek release.
Stench of lavender recalls an elixir, syrupy but real.
A dulcet wassail is charming luxurious, and ideal.
Amphorae filled with flower oil, ambrosian ariose.
An oasis of quietness bliss and no mood morose.
From soil to sun, sand to scent, appeal is copious.
A healing hum, gentle grasp, evoke in you Proteus
Lavender aroma bestows a lovely easing balm.
A whisper of coolness, a spirit devoid of harm.
PHRASIS 11
Imagination not mere fancy
transfigure the real,actual
and ideal with lyric of two
idyllic,melodious sweet and
sonorous.Mental indolence
clouded,enshrouded in obscurity
careless,even slovenly on the
sliding scale of inspiration in
musical verbiage.Perception,
vague at first becomes sentiment
,more definite,as thought or
reflection hazy in its inception
as we perceive and feel and
think within the boundaries of
personal taste and idiosyncrasy
in this fruitful field.A lift in the lyrical
noticeable in the ear.
From Alfred Austin- The Bridling of Pegasus
Listen to me recite this phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro