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Dewdrops
Breath of dawn washes the new day
With crystal beads of grace
Bits of Heaven’s delight at play,
Angel’s raindrops cross the gray,
Cosmic crystals worn like fine lace
Bless the secret birthplace.
Heaven’s manna of pure delight,
Perfect orbs hang from stems,
Captive rainbows reflect pure light
Eternity’s eye exiles blight
Crowns the roses with diadems
Grace sparks life through clear gems.
Drops of dew, like fallen stardust,
Make green blades of grass gleam
Shaking off sorrow's droplets dust
Moonstones sparkle never feel rust
Before they sleep beneath sunbeams
Dewdrops wake from their dreams.
6-28-22
Contest: Dewdrops
Sponsor: Angel L. Villanueva
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A Moon Tale
by Shirley Rebstock
As the moon rose high in the sky, a beautiful moonbow* splashed moonbeams through the new growth of moonflowers. Sitting at the edge of the pond, the moonfaced mooncalf* stared into the rippling water as the moonfish darted quickly here and there. The moonraker* was supposed to be moonlighting, selling moonstones, but he appeared moonstruck. Most likely, he sipped too much moonshine.
*mooncalf - a foolish person
*moonraker - a simpleton
*moonbow - rainbow formed by moonlight
Bibliography: all moon words attributed to page 866 of THE RANDOM HOUSE COLLEGE DICTIONARY Revised Edition 1983
Space
No beginning - no end
No sunrise - no sunsets
No edges to curl back or peek behind
Light living in darkness
Tumultuous fire –cinders of ice
Thunder and silence
Volatile and stoic
Unfathomable depths – reachable stars
Empty – star-spangled
Orbits - oblivion
Planets - astral plains
Stellar nebulas – streaking comets
Constellations – red dwarfs
Airless - atmospheres
Seen - eclipsed
Nature’s laws enforced – black hole rebellions
Blue marble of life - stillborn moonstones
Corruptible – not unchanging
Mysteries – mystical
Calendar of time - journal of the eternal
No beginning and no end
1-12-2021
Contest: Musings on Space
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Sink your poisoned dragonfly wings in my chiffon atoms of smothered skin,
As I lay supine, along dusk's apathetic horizons, husky and hoaxed,
For, I'm a kin of blood-moon, gnawing at ivory moonstones and ocean's fins,
As a broken carmine harp, that blooms kohl-orchids from chartreuse stems, smoked,
If my fangs pierce through sun-sequined dawns, am I not grim reaper's broken ballerina?
As a wistful wildflower, I float in harbours of helium, weeping acidic dews,
Inhaling watercolor volcano's lifeless heartbeats, akin a frosted firebird,
Carving legends of medusa, on lilith's marble-canvas and mahogany adieus,
Rising as a seascape-myth on glossy shorelines, ebbing in onyx spirals, savoured,
If pine leaves strangle the trinkets of my throat, am I not a broken snowflake's last breath?
"I'm an orphan of poised Mars, swirling in solstitial meadows,
Of shipwrecked sonatas, saturating in igloo-hues of coiled shadows..."
It feels like the world
has been struck by a
plague of pathological lies,
where fictional truth
seems to sell better,
the allure of
imitation glistens
even brighter,
while superficial tongues
recite infected mantras,
praising slaves of Satan~
singing corpse lullabies.
And I can feel
my drained soul
descending
into darkness,
as this cathartic
sanctuary
slowly decays,
into odds and ends
of incessant numbness.
Spikes drive through
this splintered ribcage,
shackling my life force,
to silently bleed
in salvation.
I feel the scorching
iron ore entering
my splitting heart,
as they watch
the crimson flow,
mocking my
doomed empathy.
For kindness
is disregarded,
in a cynical world
that has no mercy,
falling into an
abyss of tears,
awaiting eternal sleep,
never to rise to
another devil’s trance,
whilst bleeding in
reckless reckoning.
I am the mistreated
mistress in misery,
stranded in the
midst of an
abandoned island~
cruising through
roaring waves,
in desperate hope
for butterfly bliss.
I trace
deadly deeds
in bloodstained
sea-castles,
pleading the lord,
to tether
the cold walls,
that hide all these
layers of brokenness.
Carvings of
chaos on my skin,
choreograph a
prodigious dance
of death,
commemorating
creased calm,
with prophetic
songs that
have no life.
For the coldest
breeze still
lingers in circles,
from the pits of
an out-burnt mountain,
reluctant to rearrange
dried up poison,
with their cape
of sentiments,
in cold refrains
and resentment.
Yet I question the
cosmic Peridots
scattered between
moonstones in
artless skies.
How can a poet
make the dead
seem beautiful again,
when musty maggots
are the only
fillings they would get?
Rhythms and Rubble Contest 7-29-26
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One White Rose Reverie
I wander deep into argent airs,
Ascending anthems birthed in alabaster,
Into the incandescent magic
Of one white rose
Clothed in creamy flesh
Christened with dewdrops like moonstones
Swirling with ivory measures of bewitched fire.
Spellbound I sink bewitched
Into an ark of opalescent oratorios
Drawn into a pale chrysalis
Colored by the colors of first-born grace
In hues of stardust
And the litter of moonbeams
The cool touch of a snowy white kiss.
Ecstasy drips in reveries from ivory petals
Where I take my first breath
In the melodic meter
Of her delicate rhythms and rhythmic rhymes
Her perfume enchanting my crystal cradle
Rocking on webs woven
In lilting lyrics of luminescence.
I revel in the summer’s birthstone
That glows like moon drops
In her siren’s silver call to serenity’s stanzas
Sung in ephemeral moonlight,
Caught like a jeweled enigma,
The rose reflects light and shadows
In my summer’s sweetest slumbers.
Gathered into a bouquet of one
She wears a stainless face of grace,
And leaves a snow-white kiss
In my midnight rhapsodies and raptures
Melodic maiden sprinkles crystal rose dust
In concerts of preludes – prophecies waiting to bloom –
And her chaste carols sung upon her strong stem.
In the manicured meadow
of woeful weeds,
where hope sprouts amidst
forlorn fragrance of frozen seeds,
I dance to the hypnotic breeze,
hanging on saintly strings with
cosmic eyes, unraveling the
emerald iris of sacred skies,
orchestrating songs
of sonorous seasons,
searching for rhythmic revelations,
as spring-butterflies
flicker peacock promises,
gliding above rippling
star-jeweled visions,
like prominent parachutes,
symbolizing pearlescent presence~
of sanguine scriptures,
shimmering as ethereal radiance,
within this enlightened heart.
I refuse to let egoistic entities
enter my perennial sanctuary
blossoming with
halcyon hibiscus hymns.
For within lunar-glazed lentils
magical magnolias hibernate
in mere mindfulness~
unfolding a voiceless
poetic gallery
of chromatic colors,
bursting with incandescent flares
of iceless moonstones,
resting between merciful tremors
of unwavering faith,
counting tears that fall like
golden streaks on the
roof of charismatic creations,
eagerly adorning the horizon,
as pristine prayers ricochet,
to the impotent tunes
of immaterial repentance.
So tonight, I’ll allow
graceful galaxies to
sprinkle blissful-beams,
laced in lotus love,
perfumed with patience,
as my pen perseveres,
with persistent passion,
to sincerely seek
righteous refrains,
of divine magnetism,
letting ego perish,
when heat of worldly lies
suffocate the soft skin I wear,
yet they remain
unaware of inked henna herbs
of violet devotion~
I’ve designed in kismet zest,
through linear lines floating,
with vermilion verses,
in charming cadence,
to the alluring anthems of
an unbreakable dawn,
while silhouette
of my psyche swirls,
spellbound by the
enthralling influence of
celestial zephyr.
Open now your mindful murmured undertones,
Your whispered washing watery whisking words,
Your sensitive sensory sensual sentient moonstones,
Your rippling roving river rapid songbirds.
Open now your stargaze spectral drifting dreams,
Your view of the darkest soundless vacuum space,
Your fleeting teleport outside of space-time streams,
Your clearest atoms, the first angels with no trace.
Open now your earliest breaths from the start,
Your trajectory then across the heaven’s girth,
Your recorded path shapes and sizes your heart,
Your sublunary gushing leaves behind your dearth.
You’re unsure what lurks beyond this flash of seeing.
Karmic lessons might await you for your next being.
He was a spaceman not a man
He came from the sky one night
The day is remembered in history
It was like the arrival of an Arabian king
Or when Cleopatra arrived to meet Caesar
The word of the arrival tickled the ear
Of all that were near and far
They were all surprised by his unexpected turn
Surprised that the celestial forces moved
Even the mountains where in awe of his procession
Even more stunned by the form he bore
Not the spaceman that we have seen
Sculpted on stones and constellations.
He was a spaceman not a man
He came from the sky to
Show us things never imagined
Moonstones and star dust we never
Knew that we could touch
Kings and queens wanted his concert
Far and wide he was well known
Many did love him, some feared him too
Never such a man was seen on earth
Who had the mystery of the above in his eye
And the enchantment of millenniums in his hands
Returned back to space when time was ripe
His mission complete and work done.
I turned the delicate opal around in my hand
She reminded me of my moonstones
As I searched for them, I remembered other pieces of jewelry.
That I once loved.
Where were they?
I have a weird feeling that I put them in a safe place.
So safe I may never find them again.
Did I use hanging pockets that you hide in closets under heavy coats?
I have given lots of coats away on hangers.
I have a strange sick feeling.
My emerald bracelet and matching rings, amber pendant with the beautiful shadow.
My ruby ring with the yellow topaz.
All missing.
Maybe gone forever.
One bit of hope.
I have not looked through everything.
Yet.