Long Kaleidoscope Poems
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latticed past
flashing fresco
framed within
twilight zone
seeks definition
mystic kaleidoscope
inspiration alchemy
gilded mind
euphoric tableau
psyche designs
MEMORY
momentary montage
ephemeral exuberance
time tarnished
dusty mirror
frail reflection
obscure mural
miasma engulfs
receding snapshots
faded panorama
present erases
Illuminate Me in Darkness, My Love
I don't want to hear the truth like a cruel prophecy,
Tell me that you love me like a sacred prayer,
Promise that you'll never abandon me in this wasteland,
Convince me that I hung the moon, the sun and the stars,
To live in the illusion that I am your entire universe.
Lie to me, darling, that the sex was like a cosmic explosion,
Force me to accept that your vows were truth absolute,
Assure me that the world is at peace like in a child's dream,
That war, hatred and poverty are just vanished phantoms,
And that all the children of the world have stomachs full of happiness.
Brainwash me that love is not a crystalline lie entire,
That forever still exists in the kaleidoscope of time,
Embrace me so tightly that I gasp for air desperately,
Convince me that our meeting was pure serendipity,
Not just coincidence in an indifferent and cold universe.
Persuade me, induce me, deceive me with finished art,
But whatever you do, my love, don't you dare tell me,
That you're leaving me like a flower that slowly withers,
Let me live the lie one more day in this theater grand,
I can bear the delirium if I'm allowed the magical illusion.
Illuminate me in darkness, my love, with the flame of falsehood,
Let me be blinded by the radiance of your beautiful lie,
I can live in this inverted world where everything is dream,
Where your words become my distorted reality complete,
And where truth is forbidden in our temple of illusion pure.
Africa
You are born
By the hand of
the almighty.
Africa
A kaleidoscope of
Rich colour and
endless power.
Africa
Queen sugar
Cradle to hold us
Sovereign majesty.
Africa
With roses between
Your thighs
Moons on your palm.
Africa
The gold around
Your waist
Swings in a sparkle dance.
Africa
Fought for by the
Blood of our fathers’
Courage.
Africa
The promise for the
future and the
New found land.
Africa
Lone flower planted
Deep in Sahara’s hands
The desert’s beloved.
Africa
The envy of the universe
For her perilous curves,
Stretched arms.
Africa
You are honey straight
From the comb on the
Finger of your love.
Africa
Her face never aging
Black as the moonless sky
Liquid smooth like dew.
Our promised hope
Unrefined diamond
We love you
Africa.
One reason we are drawn to slow walks along the beach…besides the beauty we are shown…is that every walk along the shore has a magic of its own.
Even though we may walk the same beach…may amble the same shore
each walk is filled with subtle differences than the walk before.
The sand beneath our feet has shifted since the last time that we came…and in all the times we’ve walked this beach…no two sunsets are the same.
It’s possible we could see some errant seagulls, hungry ospreys or graceful pelicans soar…and if we’re lucky a family of dolphins might be swimming just off shore.
There is a good chance we’ll catch a breeze as it rides the waves onto the land…or see the footprints of some animals left imprinted in the sand.
Today we witnessed a beautiful sight as a grandpa and his grandson waded into the sea…and I remembered when that little boy was my grandson…and that grandpa next to him…was me.
As I watched them in the present making a memory that in their life I hope will last…
I smiled as my own memories allowed me to step into my past.
On this walk we saw pelicans…and seagulls…and sea shells hanging in a tree…
We saw a kaleidoscope of colors in the sky as the sun set in the sea…
But seeing that grandpa and his grandson…allowed me back in time to reach…
Reminding there is always as much beauty on the shore…
as there is magic on the beach.
In the realm of joy, where happiness thrives,
A symphony of laughter, our souls derive.
In sun-kissed meadows, where wildflowers dance,
Our spirits alight, in blissful romance.
Like glistening dewdrops on petals so fair,
Joy whispers sweet melodies into the air.
It paints vibrant rainbows across the sky,
A kaleidoscope of colors, soaring high.
In gentle whispers, it tickles our hearts,
A balm for the weary, a fresh new start.
It sparkles in eyes, contagious and bright,
A radiant beacon, guiding through the night.
Joy weaves its magic, with love as its thread,
Unfurling warmth, like a tapestry spread.
It dances with abandon, in every soul's core,
Kindling hope, filling hearts to the core.
It blossoms in moments, both big and small,
A child's laughter, a warm summer's squall.
In the embrace of loved ones, cherished and near,
Joy blossoms within, casting away fear.
So let us embrace joy, in its radiant embrace,
With open hearts, let it find its rightful place.
For happiness and joy, like eternal twin,
Illuminate our lives, from within.
This is not a time for us
Facing these weeks of hospital walls
My knight now jousts an invisible foe
Shorn of hair, yet still he wears
Tubes of pain as proud as armor
With blood too pale, future too frail
No anniversary in candlelight
This year is measured in pills and applesauce
Doctor visits replacing road trips
To the salty sea beach, where he proposed
With a ring of delicate gold
All those years melting in florescent folds
Of bleached sheets and disposable gowns
Yet, every tide of fever, every ocean of nausea
Is one more wobbly step towards a tomorrow
Of recovered roses and kaleidoscope kisses
Where I believe, past this horizon's thin eve
In lush trees, green with anniversaries.
8/24/20
Your feathered words arrive tickling my ears
The tip of your nose brushes
The back of my neck
My skin awakens
I have been calling you
Calling you back into my consciousness
My heart
My soul
Speak to me.... let me hear you
Your deep voice
Your warm breath
I feel you on my cheeks
Memories of our times together
Dancing in the raindrops
Naked...laughing
Warm pink drops
Cascading through the canopy of
A million greens above us
Sunlight seeping through
A kaleidoscope throwing rays of light
Shafts and shadows embracing your form
Noir velvet and gold shimmer
An ethereal statue before me
Sitting cross legged on mammoth leaves
We press our palms together
Looking into your eyes
Past now...to before
And back to now again
A forever embrace cradled in unity
Overhead the drip drop melody of
A thousand tears
Falling from the heavens
Audible in form
We have been here before
Surrounded in green majesty
Gazing towards a swaying tribe of ladybugs
Red with black spots
Surrounded in light...glowing
Radiating love
I hover above you spread eagle
Close enough to caress your forehead
With my lips
Leaving a gentle imprint
A message of hope
Fly with me to the clouds
Where we may gallop and play
Frolicking through lush planetary fields
Fly now...ride on my white wings
Up....up ...up
Past turmoil and confusion
Tragedy and loss
Through the lavender veil
To cloudbursts and mist
Mystery and rebirth
Infinite space and distant time surround us
We gasp and giggle
Weightless vibrations inhabit us
Turning towards each other in delight
We cartwheel through the sky
And make snow angels
On the hills of magenta clouds
Her evening gown was studded with opalescent sequins.
She had chosen the dress herself, deadlier than the male.
Why had she brought him there, when doubts could kill?
Why did she choose this drowsy reverie, music enhanced?
A fairyland of opalescent lights and intoxicating perfumes?
A kaleidoscope of prismatic colours that confused the mind.
She felt the frenzy of love and lascivious emotions in her heart.
Doubts overwhelmed her. Did she dress for him or for herself?
Confusion curled into her convulsive mind, an uncontrollable force.
He led her out to the uppermost terrace. The moon had risen,
But its mild illumination was slightly obscured by softly moving
Cirrus of thin, iridescent mist. Time was of essential essence.
He drew her to him and looked steadily into her shimmering eyes.
Lips met, soft and warm. Her heart beat with extreme elation.
She then knew for certain, he belonged to her forever more.
13 February 2023
Writing Challenge - E Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Julian and Joan were married, just as glitter is joined to crystal sun.
Julian was a famous violinist, like redbirds making music, in season.
Joan had a variety of elegant shoes. Of them, she was rightly proud.
Like seagulls of lakes and sky, whom liberty makes scream out loud!
The Halls were very busy people, like smoky shadows, ever moving;
And mornings were most hectic, like windblown petals, disapproving.
Flowering ferns graced their country house, when old friends came;
For a face-to-face is much finer, than wondering what love became.
Farmers went to frolicsome fairs, when firecracker family popped in;
Like fad future in a fascinator, carrying memories of way back when.
The Halls lived in the house of colors, like the kaleidoscope, spinning.
Days were entranced by hues and beauty, like a rainbow reminiscing.
Sabotaged shasta daisies bowed, while gilded, silver raindrops jingled,
On the street of jade, turning seasons, of red Mars and stars, mingled.
Neighbors noted navy blue skies, when a nuanced sun, sank in rubies;
While they'd enjoy a nightly snack, or watch the never-ending movie.
'Skeleton glass warriors' guarded the greenhouse, of a fragrant June;
As 'Biltmore's ballgown' plants were admired, beneath the new moon.
'Turquoise green cockscomb' plants strutted, in nature's pretty vanity;
And 'rainbow pampas grass' showed after storm, delighting humanity!
One particolored, exceptionally hectic sunrise, the Halls were in a tizzy.
Joan had lost a favorite shoe, and Julian's bow was missing. Such a pity!
They couldn't find the items! Julian left for rehearsals, very frustrated.
Joan left for her boutique. Yet, gold sun'd soon return, when motivated.
After they both had gone, the first butterscotch rays, indeed, appeared;
And their talking rooster had much to say, like hues, after mist cleared!
'Cock a doodle doo!
My dame has lost her shoe,
My master lost his fiddling stick;
And doesn't know what to do
And doesn't know what to do.'
A DOG'S LIFE
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I reign as king in a sovereignty supreme.
I sit by your side gazing, the world whizzing by.
From a rolled down window, a kaleidoscope of colors mesmerize.
My ears flapping wildly, a joyful delight.
The rush of air, a thrill to my canine soul.
As we speed along, the highway our open road.
The engine purrs, a tranquil hum.
The sun beats down, a warm embrace.
The miles fly by, like autumn leaves dancing down a street.
I feel alive in this wild, open space.
The scent of freedom, a fragrance so sweet.
The thrill of adventure, a canine story to tell.
My tail wags freely, a happy beat.
The wind in my fur, a soothing caress.
Surely this canine has been blessed.
The sun begins to set, a fiery glow.
The stars appear, a twinkling show.
The engine slows, a gentle ease.
Our journey's come to an end.
I snuggle close, a contented sigh.
For it's a dog's life, and I am hypnotized.