Long Opaline Poems
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Eventide’s misty winds gently oscillate
Colorful clusters of crepe-myrtle flowers
Crowning atop rows of elegant tree-trunks
Blooms lavender, pink, red, and purple
Hanging in air from tips of twigs slender
Bowing to earth, donning green foliage
Arrayed in symmetrical flower-bouquets.
On a summer stroll, my hand you hold,
Gazing rhythms tilting back and forth
Swaying gracefully symphony of colors
As synchronized whispers merrily rustle
Echoing intentions of doting twilight sun
Beholden to season's gift of blossoms.
Gales now swirl, petite petals disperse,
Whirling confetti, drifting dances aerial,
Sprinkling fine motifs of tinted splendor
Twisting, turning, in eve’s amber passion
Flying all over, as we gaze, wooing love,
Where violet-sky above artfully evokes
Opaline glimpses of dreams ephemeral
Inscribed in spectrum on crimson horizon.
Written: March 13, 2021
Placed 6th: Submitted on October 14, 2022 to:
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 17 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Poem of the day on March 15, 2021
Placed 1st: Flower or flowers in imagism form poetry contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Placed 1st: All yours (March 17) by Brian Strand
Awestruck in its grandeur, acquiescing to mystic of refulgence up high,
Exalted I feel, lauding designs iridescent, upon sapphire blue sky;
As I listen to birdsongs, reverberating missives of sensuous eventide,
Reminiscing in titillation of love, wishing you were here, by my side.
Rippling currents strum, rhythms of river rushing, burbling nearby,
When flocks of birds glide above, swooping and swirling, as they fly;
Where decaying-day dons amber dye, as it slows the reign of time,
Glinting aureate themes of twilight, blushing reveries of eve sublime.
Cotton clouds on opaline fabric, embellish crown of mountain peak,
As sunbeams waltz, with twirling leaves, playing hide-and-seek;
To music of whispers-soft, emanating from tender melodies of breeze,
In sync with mood of eve-romantic, dancing with the rustling trees.
Vying enlightenment of self-actualization, I lie in quietude, supine,
Harboring instincts of erudite mind, dwelling in teachings divine;
Subjugating thoughts unwise, as fuchsia tinges dot magenta skyline,
Where dream-scapes of you and I, on rosy arc of dusk entwine.
Beckoned by your presence-seductive, beaming an esoteric smile,
Your silhouette in yonder revels, flaunting allure of feelings fertile;
Where together we rejoice realms of stars, blissful under moonlight,
As, Venus, the goddess of love, confers upon us a romantic night.
Anti-intellectualism may breed anti-curiosity.
Harsh reality can frustrate existential sternness.
They tied backlash against "mere" curiosity.
Yet, every human behavior has a purpose.
Conveying a full breakdown of all the key sights.
Tangling, multiplying tendrils sepia from white.
My character has changed significantly already.
Rhododendron in blooming; existentialist edgy
The moon pendulum is at its most vulnerable.
Strong, direct sunlight makes vivacity visible.
Recognizing oneself in the gaze of the Other.
Transtemporal throws ages in a shadow cover.
Romance, paraphyllium, and aurora snow,
harvest moon, opaline luster, and coral glow.
Eurasian plant calyxes with spicate bloom.
Five stars in the sky; a red glow in the gloom.
Wake up, mystery, and join me on Mars.
Latte, belt out a song that heals my scars.
Opal in black, a ruby for the crown gem,
Is that thunder? You infer my heart hem.
Is this a dream, upon a shimmering silver sky?
Antsy flow, a phantasmagoria of my avow mind.
Chimes in Venice, a piercing stare into my eye,
as though we've always been close, my kind.
Sparkle up the universe and unveil thyself.
Moon wake, I'm steering my rise from a shelf.
Who were we if not to serve the whole world?
How do we fathom where we'll be stirred?
The darkness shrouded the vision of man.
Scattering flies at dawn since they had begun.
We face the share of the world with blackness.
Having to push and shove away the darkness.
1St Place Contest Winner
Written: December 18, 2022
This or That, Vol 15 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Your Favourite Rhyming Poem From
The Second Half Of 2022 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Lilies plush, in coral-pink, titivate tidy yards
Swaying gracefully by manicured green lawns,
Alluring his glance there shadows dance
Where rabbits chase, and squirrels scurry by.
The lady in rocking chair, as always, says: hi,
Cheerfully poised, adoring red-roses rise,
Nonchalant of a poodle agitating on porch
Spotting a raft of ducks slowly, slowly cross.
He floats among clouds, his dreams amplified,
Buzzing amber desires in womb of eventide
Gawking fond musings that blush crystal sky
Lauding opaline aura glinting astral designs.
Ruminating jubilance, elated she’s feeling now
Lounging in thoughts by the pond in a park
As rustling winds imitate eve’s gilded sighs
Where she sits charmed, playfully beguiled,
Greeting him lovingly, garbed in mauve smile,
Caressing impulses that blazing passions vie
When Adele’s lyrics emanate from Love Song
Echoing tunes of romance from a car nearby
Scintillating lambency of love in longing eyes,
As fervid night muses of fairyland rendezvous
Divulging clandestine clues of lush stellar hues,
Riveting gaze, she proclaims: darling, it’s true,
Up high on amorous sky, the moon feels it too.
August 17, 2021
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: On fertile ground
Above the clouds and disappearing skyline
I was jetsetting on an international airline
That’s when I met a handsome Mr. Einstein
No kin to Albert, nose most perfectly aquiline
Said he was looking for a concubine
The whole thing to be utmost clandestine
I accused him of bringing onboard some moonshine
Then he just whined and became somewhat of a swine
So I moved and sat next to charming Clementine
Offered me truffle chocolate I did decline
She then casually asked me to invest in her gold mine
Slipped me a form I refused to countersign
‘Twas awkward but the damage had been benign
I discreetly moved on to an empty seat just fine
Where I was greeted by glamorous Calvin Klein
Pointed to his window at a view sublimely alpine
Not another word was spoken, ‘twas utterly divine
I almost commented on the beauty of his ring so opaline
But opted to avoid a dialogue with risk to end up asinine
The silence was as grand and majestic as any shrine
I slept and rested with the help of a bit of wine
Got home in time to greet my favourite canine
And join in to sing Auld Lang Syne
Home Sweet Home, starshine of my lifeline
AP: 1st place 2020
How fondly he recalls when doting moon stared
Blush of her radiant smile gleamed opaline skies
While cuddling stellar vibes love they declared
And embracing her allure he venerated his prize.
In womb of romantic night passions-grand aired
Exchanging fervent vows, longing dawn of sunrise,
When revealing prurience every intention bared
In rhapsodic titillation euphoric feelings surmise.
Alas! soon emotions hid—dispiritedly impaired
When blissful times saddened hearing her cries
As souls, deceptively beguiled, no longer cared,
Silence between them grew stoking sullen guise,
For rise of whimsical day, woefully unprepared,
Shadowed glamorous arc, deeming fate unwise,
And upon sanguine horizons stygian storms flared
As the pledges of forever, destiny chose to revise.
She pleaded to forget the love they once shared,
Its flame was extinguished by whim of disguise;
Dreams they dreamt could no longer be repaired
Once the spark of aspirations abandoned her eyes.
Suppressions of emotions left them bereft, unpaired,
As lovelorn inhibitions roared, to spell their demise
Exiting prized fervor, forsaking dreams unrepaired,
Trapping unrequited love-vibes where passion dies.
May 10, 2022
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 30 – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Internal Inhibition
Climbing cotton cloud floats slowly away,
across the sapphire of end-summer sky.
Crooning birds bathe in the glint of blue bay,
in twilight gleam to amber nest they fly,
as autumn comes splashing gold on the way.
Sunburst horizon’s chromatic drape drawn,
splits the sunbeam in spectrum of splendor.
Palette of sky spills sparkling colors on dawn,
crisp air sways cinnamon grass blades slender
on the lush lap of meadow turning fawn.
The crafted crown of dazzling topaz dew
shines with the flair of dawn’s opaline glow.
Lining cinnabar lawn path paved anew,
sepia tree trunks stand on ground fallow,
bronze leaves rustle fall’s footfall passing through.
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October 13, 2022
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Contest : Three Stanza Poem In Quintain (Sicilian)
Sponsored by : L Milton Hankins
I met her when I was sixteen or seventeen
One old mean vicious queen called Josephine
Her skin the texture of a tangerine
And its color plasticine aquamarine
Obsessed with her aging beauty hardly pristine
Deeply tormented by the hope of cure or vaccine
I vividly remember the wildest bizarre surreal scene
It was in between mid-October and the eve of Halloween
When she lined our trampoline with a thick coat of vaseline
She made us hop like mexican jumping beans that evil queen
There we were me and my friends Maureen Kathleen and Eileen
She resented our youth and let us loose in an old pinball machine
Sea green with envy screaming out spells of velveteen opaline
This was her idea of some weird evergreen rejuvenation machine
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on March 14, 2019 for contest “GREEN” HUMOR, OLD OR NEW sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE - RANKED 4TH
A single mote of sand gives birth to a pearl,
A seed of solace blossoms into a shell.
Our time tide is an outlet for love,
Charm clings to the heart's beating cells.
These precision globes encircle our lives,
Pure, utopian beads; lustrous, iridescent.
Fruits of our labors are before us to savor,
Our family memories are so full and vibrant.
No treasure matches the way I feel,
When I hold in my hands all our love's wealth.
There are no words I could ever express,
A prismatic prize makes your eyes glimmer.
The gift had an opaline, opulent glow,
Grown in our souls when we met.
This sacred connection firmly grips me,
Our love’s pearl is growing exquisite.
Explore your ideas to find priceless gems,
Women carry lovely fables upon their necks.
As an oyster layer, kindness is innocent,
Souls without it are hollow shells in the sea.
Gems in the sea and beams in the sky,
Sincere love trumps miracles.
Love can overcome seas and elegant views,
As love darts, brilliant star pearls fade.
Moon-linked grace, apathy, and purity waves,
Glossy layers of wisdom and tears of grief tell a tale.
Joyful oyster pain, pearl grace, a whirling gleam,
Display and share dreams—your world.
A slight chill of cold darkness,
air hit me as I roamed outside,
I saw the red moon move a fence,
alike a farmer with a glowing nose,
I kept speaking and was sleepy
the hopeless empyrean was everywhere,
facing similar to town youth,
accompanying their silvery faces.
Dense snowflakes cover the soil
living hibernates, beginning to wait
breeze ice webs over the auld oaks
light glancing through the jug divider
The white being that triumphs over cold,
life-inspiring affection for the opaline color.
Cheering regardless of the snowstorm,
In calm surges of artistry,
the melancholy fear is calmed continuously,
as the sunlight thinking dismisses ignorance,
storms thunder inside the sheets,
all epoch and mystery, the encounters
blending quiet and blast,
rainy environments and the moonlight.
A riotous squirrel chastises me for crushing allure day.
while I trespass into appeal rule without regard,
the dust opposed the deep, foul perfume of decay,
I mindlessly wander through colorful folding.
Threaded accompanying auric, gold-colored, and azure.
God's beauty has vitality-restorative power.
Mother Nature protects the aforementioned advantage.
Written: December 23, 2022
WINTER STORM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues