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In the fresca of her reckless dream
were halos, multi-colored
Cynosure is simply glowing
with glamour, never knowing
the dream, the wish, her fantasy
is fragile reverie
Is a place to fear, will waste her years
and where her whims have led
It will lead her on a lissome road
that's paved with gold, she'll see
but also cold, where she could freeze
with empty years to dread
A chatoyant moon up in the sky
appears to leave no warning
And words we know, like backs of hands
are not clear words she'll understand
Where fairytales, and charming men
ineffable and kind, deceive the human mind
Who can define
or hide the truth, that's underlined, mistook?
Mellifluous music. is all she hears
Adagios, to fill the ears,
contain her storybook
While watching her, our ingénue, demure and pale
She'll soon grow old behind the veil, panacea of tall dreams
She'll fade into the mythical, her fairyland of schemes
Sempiternal devotion, is not for everyone
For sometimes cruel emotion, will take the heart and run
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Inspired by Silent One's
Ten Word Challenge
Words Used:
Chatoyant:
Cynosure: .
Demure:
Glamour:
Ineffable:
Ingénue:
Lissome:
Mellifluous:
Panacea:
Sempiternal
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We Are
Oftentimes my internal oneness saunters,
boosting stones wouldst enthuse convictions path ...
dawdling tenuous themes, elucidate trim unsung paean
netted amongst privileged unencumbered digits. Cruising
amidst parallel Airy's, strolling side by side atop pristine pastoral
façade.
Nigh, svelte wheatfields chic hints of amber,
suffering praises of ripening, firm siege prime morsels chaff
*semovedly stacks hist steers -- equal episode,
e'er stable glass menagerie of fulvous goldfishes prithee dawns
root tendrils terracotta arms neath ... endless sea embargo some
cortex.
Surreptitious door mouse induced suspense,
hearkens mellifluous exaltation of cageless larks, their sumptuous climb of
blue mountainous air and rocky white mists, natheless,
hither aught alow met needs, tasty tidbits stead flights mortal foe
witherward naught. Ascents per food ... peradventure *yare, *maugre
fatal.
Each in every aspect, overcomers that came over, yardbirds exercising perseverance, respectively ... Creator tenet our peace.
*semovedly: separated
*yare: nimble
*maugre: in spite of
2021 May 21
*1st Place*
What Brings You Peace
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke: Judged 2021 May 23
"Life is a song," I find it intriguing,
how often the roads we journey upon
allude to lyrics like variant moods of songs.
Some days I endeavor to sing,
but the words come out all wrong.
Orchestral phrasing holds no cadence,
no tuneful rhythm relegated to dance
when love has taken a clumsy misstep
in the melancholy realm of romance.
Every note is out of sync when played
if no harmony can be found.
I become dolefully dismayed,
afraid to hum a single chord
of mellifluous melodies I once knew.
Then, sorrow is my burden to bear,
weighing heavily upon my suffering soul.
Sunsets no longer hold interest for me,
so, I refuse to view them alone.
Hearing love songs I should be singing
sting me with maudlin emotions.
I'd rather listen to the trilling voices
of cooing songbirds and nightingales
instead of humming a song sung blue
when there's nothing left to be said.
But I would sing an aria ~ acapella,
my voice raised to be heard,
with every love song I could recall.
Each refrain and every romantic word.
I would resound each alluring interlude
with sultry yearning and desire.
When life if filled with happiness,
I eagerly light the torch on fire.
I would serenade chirping sparrows
who warble on my window sill
from the dappled dawn of first daylight
until purple heather shades of twilight.
And yet, I could not suppress the need
to sing a nocturnal lullaby
to lovely Luna, the luminous moon
and the radiance of each shining star.
Life is a song that composes its own music.
Everlasting love, if you take hold of me,
my only wish is to be where you are ~ eternally.
Saffron sunbeam swelters and sway.
Vividly scattering its burgeoning brightness.
Aurora is splendid, the dawning on our day
Awarding us admiration, now till darkness.
Magical orchid exudes a calm garden.
Autumn-loving meadow bird warden.
Roses of sorrow willow petals fall to Earth.
Shadowy blackbird spirit seeking worth.
Butterflies are haunted by their essence
Destiny, svelte and elusive existence.
I asked her name, as she sang "Amazing Grace".
She labeled this somehow "Serendipity Grace."
"Ah, well, it sounds very zealous and mellifluous.
Please, beautiful angel, keep playing audacious.
Written: October 24, 2022
My heart dances like a Peacock,
When I hear your voice!
It emerges from far,
Brings the tempestuous ocean to me,
Brings the soaring mountains to me,
Reminding me of the long arduous path
I have to walk,
To reach you!
Still it dances like a Peacock!
My heart starts waltzing
The moment I hear your voice!
My heart starts trembling with a mysterious exhilaration,
Quivering with an unfathomable elation,
And a peacock within me starts dancing
In the rain!
The rain shivers me, shudders me,
Almost whirls me away,
To a land,
Where I will walk on a path
strewn with golden and tangerine fall leaves,
admire a koel and sing her
mellifluous rhapsody with my voice uninhibited,
gambol and frolic to the sonata,
dream endless dreams with the cadence
of a humming stream, with uneven pebbles
but not quaver for a moment!
Where dreams are not splintered into fragments!
A newborn
out of the womb,
takes air into her lungs
for the very first time.
What beautiful thing;
precious bundle of joy
announces she's alive
with her very first cry;
a mellifluous sound.
A miraculous debut
into the world.
She's crying
as she's placed into
Mom's waiting arms.
A treasured blessing; born
with a tabula rasa state of mind.
Her innocence so pristine.
Her piercing cry,
a welcoming sound.
Words aren't necessary
Her message,
unequivocally clear...
Here I am, a part of humanity,
and I'll capture the world!
Date written and posted: 02/12/2019
Riding on the chariot of light
Sun is coming to vanquish night
Warm welcome accorded by moon
It can doze off to sleep soon
Orange clouds, burning sky
Birds cheer watching darkness die
Multifarious chirping sound floats in air
Sun is greeted with rousing fanfare
From top of mountain sun peeks
Night dies giving an inaudible shriek
Tangerine, yellow sky replaced by white ashes
As sun emerges and his bright light flashes
All elements of nature applaud sun
For his victory over darkness easily won
Nightingale sings a mellifluous song
To listen to it, all birds throng
All quite only nightingale sings
Much joy it's song brings
1st place in Brain Strand contest
02.06.2021
Contest Name : This or That, Vol 3
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
Title chosen : A Nightingale Sings of Dawn's Glory
I’m a familiar bird with little shape,
Cute and brown with a lot of pep
There is nothing about me to swank
I’m simple just how you think
Neither have graceful plumes,
Nor blessed with mellifluous booms
But I’m the most sociable one
A symbol of joy and protection
I’m an icon of hard work
And believe in team work
May be insignificant by stature,
Withstand every climate nature
Bathe in sand and water alike,
Sing in groups is what I like
Despite thrown into Red Book alerts,
I serve my best to save you from pests.
I am your little sparrow.
I am a Bird - Personification Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Date: 27/07/2020
placed : 3rd.
Written: November 14, 2023 For Robert James Liguori
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Sitting in my comfy chair with my injured knees
Insouciant spent time alone with my disease.
In which my companion bade me farewell.
To hoard a spot for me in her paradise dwell.
Dreams I had as a child flooded my mind.
Eat, study, and play without anguish or grind.
Being older never induced a query.
Neither did I pursue my parents' theory.
My languor body is ripe and showing its age.
It subsists, yet I witness a lassitude page.
In a mirror, I view a mellifluous, sketchy shape.
Upon the eyes of a child, struggle to escape.
I used to be a ring, all brilliant and smooth.
I slid through the night's lightning and sleuth.
Casting jovial rays in a haphazard course
While vestigial bellows heralded each source.
In this woebegone life, age, and frailty show.
As lichen cypress, we sway, graying, and slow.
We admit amorphous days to be a ripe apple.
Progeria grip pushes youth to grapple.
once robust and blooming stems of youth.
We aquiver to mellow, writhe, and cough.
Our eyes bore witness to the events of life.
The exquisite scene is a symphony of strife.
A sunken summer reveals a winter of fading light.
And the gossamers will be wilting before sight.
And the blithely petals will shortly wither away.
In a broken bucket, once balmy blooms display.
Cynosure,
sly predator,
chatoyant gaze
seeks
dappled ingenue
demurely cloaked in glamour,
object
A mellifluous purr
of lissome stealth’s
ineffability.
death’s
sempiternal panacea
survival.
John G. Lawless
5/14/2016
10 word challenge – Silent One
Chatoyant: Having a changeable luster. A chatoyant stone or gemstone, such as the cat's-eye.
Cynosure: Something or someone who is the centre of attention.
Demure: shy and modest
Glamour: defined as the elegant, exciting or attractive quality that makes someone or something seem special or desirable.
Ineffable: too overwhelming to be expressed or described in words; inexpressible
Ingénue: A naive, innocent girl or young woman
Lissome: Moving or able to move with grace and ease; lithe and graceful
Mellifluous: something musical, melodious or pleasant to hear
Panacea: A remedy for all diseases, evils, or difficulties; a cure-all
Sempiternal: Enduring forever; eternal