Long Kaleidoscopes Poems

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Premium Member You Are Lovely

You are lovely
So lovely
Lovely you are
Straight across your beautiful
With a Godly heart
Your lovely
Lovingly you are
Essenes of arrived your a star
No greater vision of loveliness, you are
Purposeful, marvelous, wonderful
Lovely you are
Can not make the decision
To come and call on you
Got me envisioned
I'm in a kaleidoscopes
When I look at you I view colors of beauty
You are lovely
So lovely
Lovely you are
Straight across your beautiful
With a Godly heart
Your lovely
Lovingly you are
Your a God gifted women
A God girl you are
Faithful, devoted we worship the same God
Marvelous, wonderful, purposeful
Lovely you are
You are lovely

From the anthology "Samaja"


Premium Member Night of Aurora

Night of Aurora	

Dance of Life -
Night of Aurora before the midnight sun,
Before the polar threshold of the daystar,
As Aurora’s swirling spirals flicker
In winsome purple-green electric flashes,
Dappled spectral neon scarves 
From nighttide’s celestial dust,

Dance of barefoot soul bewitched -
Arrayed in fiery folds of scarlet-red 
Leaps from star to star 
When snow buntings chant
Artic serenades with her melody
As silence falls in silver solitude
Of flashing silent symphonies
Across philharmonic fantasies –

Dance of the artic
Beauty in diaphanous neon, 
Ephemeral bursts of celestial streamers
Surge from astral pavilions,
Splash in sheer waves of gossamer mauve,
When lavender prisms pirouette 
In charged rhapsodies over the fair isles
With sweeping pirouettes

Dance of the ancestors – 
Ethereal ribbon dance in cascading rainbows
To tell tidings of sonorous harmony
From those released past the limits of the sky
They wear kaleidoscopes of happy hues
While Aurora dances a tarantella to say
She rejoices too. 

11-17-22

Checked the Thesaurus for the spelling of “nighttide.” 

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Premium Member Fall

Lord, a special moment
Space in time
Beautiful kaleidoscope of colors divine
Lord, autumn has finally fell
Lord it's fall
Cool crisp breeze with a just of warmth in the air
Do your people even care
You too can do it well, well, after winter, spring, summer calls
Fall
Do you believe at all
Space in time
And what's more
Beautiful kaleidoscopes of colors divine
We're doing just fine
Lord, autumn has finally fell
Lord it's fall
The season between summer and winter
When leaves changes its colors
And drop to the ground
A time in development of something that follows
It's most vigorous and successful
Phase before it's declined
I do show I do know autumn
When it comes, when it's here
All the leaves begin to change
Cool crisp breeze with a gust of warmth in the air
Autumn, Fall
Third in the line of seasons also called
Fall
You too can do it well, well, after winter, spring, summer calls
Fall
Do you believe at all
Space in time
And what's more
Beautiful kaleidoscopes of colors divine
We're doing just fine
Lord, autumn has finally fell
Lord it's fall

written by James Edward Lee Sr.
11/09/12
from anthology "Fall"

When One Day Comes, This Night Will Follow

Pull back the veil of the spider-silk sky
And let both our bodies belong to the night.
Like moonlight on marble, like shadows on skin,
Your touch can bring beauty, bring changes within. 

Paper thin, sheer, like all colour has run;
I feel I'm transparent when held to the Sun.
So brush me with vibrancy, fill in the gaps,
Create with kaleidoscopes, mirrors and maps.

Set free your fingers to trail over ice,
Be gentle, bejewelling, a crystalline white.
Trace lines of literature like each word is new,
Lure me in lullabies of emerald and blue.

Mould me and melt me as if I were gold,
Be the richest of men, take my hand to hold.
Move as one body til the stars cease to shine,
And put back the veil cross the spider-silk sky.
Form: Rhyme

Sharp Edges of Cold Stones

a sharp stick through the chocolate snowman,
the feel of icy escapades on the side of this bed that was once warm,
a need for soup unnoticed in the here and now,
and a wish that you were still here

saddened am i that sometimes the coldness of winter blue can be the warmest blanket in my life
lost is the happiness that once defined the definition of me
the shards of glass could cause infection, but the effect of the deflection renders me an odd sort of impervious
my life goes on in face paint that resembles my natural skin color
poisonous kaleidoscopes has taken my life hostage for somewhere in there is the hope that i will once again be strengthened by the mere simplicity of your presence
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Double Sunset

I live atop a Mountain, look to the East , the sky Kaleidoscopes , Red and Pink
I live atop a Mountain, look to the West, the sun so brilliant your Eyes Blink

To the East You see the Dusk creeping, slowly across the lush Landscape
To the West, the sky Kaleidoscopes, Red and Pink, the sun plans its escape

 In the Eastern  firmament, the first star of the evening  awaken by sunset: Shines
The Western Atmosphere feels the Slowly creeping Dusk,slowly through the Vines 

A Full Moon displays the shadows of Earth , Gone are the colours of the EAST
If YOU want to see this again : Watch For the first Star of the Western  Sky
                                        ( Deceased )

The EAST -  “ SUNRISE “   ~~~   The WEST - ” SUNSET “
                         TOGETHER FOR EVER
Form: Rhyme

Firewalking

I have watched the sun pour fire
into a glistening lake


I have heard a miracle born
as mornings line did break


I have seen a thousand angels
living in this world


I have survived as feeble cries
were ignored and never heard


but it was when your gentle hand
caressed my rivers bed,
shooting for the spiritual
I couldn’t care if i was dead


brushing off the peelings
of dread and helplessness,
holding on for sobs
to stop breaking in my chest


kaleidoscopes of love
are thrashing through my veins,
filling every capillary
and adrenaline’s attained


for all that I had searched
it was buried deep inside
and now that its unearthed
I know I can survive


all through the fights and conflicts
as life and love have crossed,
I always felt alone
and sometimes thought I lost


but now with love of life
my shield and spear do shine,
and I stroll onto this lonely road
but all our steps are still in time


I’ll see you in the summer
as white roses bloom again,
and a stream of fire will flow
from the ink within my pen

Premium Member Genius, you are a soul of poetry, a wanderer in the wasteland

Genius, you are a soul of poetry, a wanderer in the wasteland,
And your fate is that of a star, solitary in the azure seas of the sky.
You fly through kaleidoscopes of thought, all fleeting,
Weaving unseen worlds in a secretive bower of the eternal.
Among mortals, you stand as a giant among elves,
On paths of deep knowledge you cast your shadow.
And each step trodden in that unknown essence,
Is a crucified echo that the world, deaf, ignores.
Your flame, a solitary saraband in the cold night,
A remote lighthouse in the uncharted heavens, enclosed within itself.
Each seed of an idea that germinates and grows,
Is an awkward dawn, foreign and misunderstood by confines.
In hostility with insensibility, you wage war, your great scourge,
Facing gigantic waves of disregard, through storms, you march.
And though sometimes feeling vanquished by indifference, demolished and famished,
You breathe, for genius never truly finds its end in a nosedive.
Oh, archetype of the mind, in your sanctuary of dreams, be steadfast!
And if you're caught by your wings in the fog, you are not superfluous.
For even in the most chased days of darkness, more unbelievable,
The conquered light from within you breaks through into a promising dream.
Thus is your dwelling in the world, under seals of fate,
Your heart an eternal hearth of unextinguished dreams and longing.
And even though you may feel like a stranger in the vast world,
Your sacred song of ascension, genius, is vibrato cord.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Empty Space Between Stars

The Empty Space Between the Stars 10-24-24   Inspired by Aurora Borealis by Frederic Edwin Church
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The Empty Space Between the Stars

Aurora dances in empty space
Breathing legacies of star dust -
Charging solar bubbles of atoms
Seek reunion 
With blasted bits of spangled astral Edens.

Spirits of abandoned ancestors
Twirl
Spiraling hydrogen kaleidoscopes 
Cloaked in legend,
Between celestial glories, storming matter plasmas
Seek reunion with voyagers.

Emptiness absolved from desolation
In scarlet phantoms electrified
In stampedes of crimson rose
Wearing neon cloaks
Chartreuse winks at Orion
Launched into the space between…

Premium Member Wings of Change

Remembering when
Perched high above on rocky crags
Cliffs weathered by times handprints
I saw far and wide to distant shores
Tendrils of desire radiating outwards

Riding the briny mist 
Being carried by the breath of the ocean, my constant companion
Hearing the distant voices, the silent tears
The bursts of passion ~ love and loss

I ride the wings of hope and change
Towards the beckoning landscape of
Creation, mystery, and nuance

A vibration fills the air
The quiet chanting of our ancient brothers and sisters
Their words floating in effervescent bubbles
Tinged with melodies so clear

We are one ~ We are here
Let us bathe you in light
Let us heal your wounds
Let us give you hope
We are all mirrors of one another
We share one breath
We are connected like the mycelium under the ground
Our journey is peaceful
Come to us with your pain, your heartache,
Your fear and your loss

We are here to listen
Our ears and hearts are open
You have come to a safe sanctuary to reveal your secrets 
Your darkness, your desires, and your bliss
Without judgement
This is a time of renewal

Tiny green hummingbird lays lifeless on the ground
Surrounded by new life 
Glittering musical notes sound as
Pink butterflies gather 
Gentle wind of wings bringing change

Warm rain falls as we make our way 
Through the kaleidoscopes of turquoise, teal, lime and chartreuse
Sunlight reflections
Moss, furry seedlings, and ferns 
Intertwine dancing in the shafts of light

A steady illuminated procession
Sweat running down our bodies
We are a train of humanity pushing forward 
Through the dense moist jungle

Coming upon a clearing to witness
The newborn baby girl wrapped in velvet greenery
A majestic glowing beacon shining her light
On all of us

Howling 

The chatter of monkeys as they scramble down limbs to join us
We feel her heartbeat
We meld into one another seamlessly
Swaying gently in unison
To honor, rejoice and celebrate
Receiving the gift of what it is to be human

Slowly the child is lifted into the air 
Aloft on fingertips of joy
The Circle of Life begins
And we return to the simple act
Of loving and giving to one another 
Into eternity

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