Long Organza Poems

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Premium Member sunflower sonatas

I stand invisible ~
             thoughts  t  a 
                              n 
                                g 
                             l e d
in tranquil teal 
            amidst the 
wind that sighs
through r u s 
                  t l 
                    i
                 n    g    ruffles
of honey blossoms…
and I, the inkless ghost
of morning butterflies
  dawning upon
                   acrylic edges
of rainbow-kissed petals ~
where wild roses glow 
          where love thrives 
where dreams steep
       d r e n c h e d 
   in cinnamon amber 
amidst the m o v i n g mist
 of melted memories
merged on the cusp
     of crooning colors 
ache to seize the organza
 lace  unfurling 
                and swirling 
           above
the ticking seasons
      & silent skies,
whilst clouds resemble t i m e ~
the magnetic mirror
  to suppressed sorrow
sketched with 
glass-winged strokes ~ 
      wishing the sightless
could touch 
what the skin cannot trace ~ 
          fragility of soul 
set afloat in sunflower sonatas 
forever framed
    through an aesthetic lens 
an artist’s dream
       b l o o m i n g 
in a garden of pining poppies
 and trembling tulips,
  dancing to the
healing heartbeat of hope,
facing the quivering light
embracing the pulse of life
        letting go of darkness
rooted in the psyche
           of ancestral truths ~
that eclipsed the
          softness of stars
    oblivious to the 
palette of perspectives
unraveling quenched stems
         erasing peculiar poems
as letters breathe
               flames of summer 
 pressed within enveloped orchids
engrossed in distant love ~
for this longing p a i n t s  
a musky meadow 
where petals and sepals
still remember  
              & reminisce 
                  the memory of us ...
Form: Ekphrasis


Adorned In Pink Organza

Searching the twilight horizon
For signs she's on her way
As I anticipate her rising
Have felt like this all day
The cloud begins to gather
Betwixt the sea and sky
I welcome her arrival
She makes my spirit fly
Just as I start to doubt
That tonight she will come out
A delicate glow  
A glow I know 
Rises from the sea
Just like the Goddess Amphitrite
Adorned in pink organza 
As if she wants to dance all night
Resplendent in her glittering gown
Her dazzling light is beaming down 
This ballerina of the sky
I do not blink ~ I am wide eyed
I'm moonstruck and I'm mesmerised
To see such wonder with my eyes
Her beauty seeps inside my soul
I hear sweet music all around
My head is spinning to the sound
For now I'm in another place
Moonbeams lighting up my face
Gazing at this Super Moon
I swoon ~ I may not be back soon…

Written 8th May 2020 ~ after witnessing the hypnotic beauty of the Super Moon 

Contest Brian's Choice 6
Sponsor Brian Strand 
2nd PLACE
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Iris

Dainty as a maiden embellished in deep violet,
She flutters through grassland, emitting a tangy perfume
And her bodice, luscious, drifts on an organza garment 
That reflects queenly admiration from a sunlight blessed:

How butterflies wheel around this goddess’s appointed space
Cruising, parading to endow their dear noblest regard,
Till she blushes in a dance to a crowd gasping aloud
To applaud her womanly entrance, her spring's majesty!



Personification Of A Plant Contest by Kim Rodrigues
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*A purple iris symbolizes wisdom and compliments
* words ' goddess's' and 'luscious' have 2 syl count 
via howmanysyllables.com      9/20/2017

Premium Member You Are the One -- DHR

l.
Opening the closet of narra doors, I sweep through
organza skirts and  gemmed ringlets; my hair
ruffling aimlessly upon scalloped kerchiefs
smelling decade - old hyacinth, Mom’s favorite
ambrosia: she would  lift her anklets
in tiptoed hums, ”night and day, you are the one..”
Evenings touched her candle hands; hands
that soothed wounded knees from  jackstone fights;
her fingers caressing a pony -tailed girl’s wrath
with piano keys rippling into a gentle moan;

And i am delivered from my tempestuous rants.

ll.
From nowhere, the porcelain mirror gazed at me;
her rhythm of silence billows, cradling my nights
with each veil of her almond eyes
that enter into my irises: a serene sight
too close, much too tight I clung to her unspoken word.
Through years, I grew like a bamboo shoot: her quiet smiles
and music walked me through reality’s maze.
And how I would wail bearing the grim of hard study,
coughing late, late hours of reading toil…yet,
she stayed like a moth with charm flushed
in a wind of calm gaze, ebbing .


lll.
And only Mom could melt my temper
when my raging soul  paused to wonder 
at her light’s glow: oh, her feminine beat  illumined 
more lamplights dancing inside this rebellious head…
and now, she hovers around me.
I become her eyes, chanting;
 never balking at my surreal conquests.


She is gone bequeathing warmth into my torched flights
without question;  with much love dripping 
from her graceful movement, straying all through
these my breaths: “night and day, you are the one…”

Premium Member Felix Culpa

L o v e, a withering star ~
awakened amidst silence
that swirls through the night sky
like fairy lights,
i l l u m i n a t i n g
the maze of midnight
with kaleidoscopic traces
of what once soared…
But in the chasm of loss and agony,
I found the gossamer essence of hope
from the
glass-winged arms of metamorphosis…

Now I breathe you, organza moonlight,
e c l i p s e d by crimson claws
of condescending constellations,
while faith sleeps within the pale husk
of mythical mists,
drinking pomegranate ambrosia,
from the rose-gold horn
of Persephone’s throne,
as black-magic thickets thrive from
the cursed lips of tendrils ~
harvesting pain,
rustling through the vineyard
of violet orchids
amidst this heart that sings of
evergreen springs,
etched with sins and tears
onto catacomb cellars of wickedness…

Listen to your heartbeat,
there, in the mirroring cadence
of soft-spoken rhymes,
I live and reside ~
wandering through the hallways;
an asylum of metaphors
turning wraiths of words
into wisterias,
whirling in the whimsical wind,
a castle of alliterative archives
emanating empathic embers
that burned capricious chords
to carve calligraphic clemency
with Cleopatra’s gold
seized from the Egyptian deserts…

But it is through the
satanic soul of kohl seas
I found the bluest streak of bliss ~
my Felix Culpa,
sprinkling firefly dust from afar ~
I see you, awaiting the return
of butterflies…
For you and I,
we found L o v e,
inhaling poetic promises,
exhaling toxic tercets ~
with syllables of stressed desire,
you showed me rainbows of sage,
taught me the rhythm of truth,
to silence the thunder
that roars in rage
within the fragile psyche of life,
and in your presence,
I loved and learned ~
to curate colors
from
the ethereal
dreamscape of d u s k…


Premium Member Pearl Moon Blooms

Written: February 27, 2024
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Dwindling diamond daub, an amber
glittering glow
diaphanous verism of glass 
and yet…
wreathed in wisteria-washed linden
a glimpse of
moon-pearled butterflies
fluttering beyond
seventh sky
fine shone ivory organza
faintly floats
in flowy grey garment
 
              because...
 the mirror failed 
                      to release her

Watch the whispering wind
of crestfallen Luna
serenade sonatas to 
the saffron sun, 
elegance bewilders as a spell
whilst imbued in
Tuscan fuchsia flowers
plated in opalescent enamel
healing in her
sanguine sanctuary 
& silvery smooth skin
she is the spirit of Aphrodite
soaked in ivory color
her tears metamorphosing 
of...
               ogdoads 
                           daffodils.

Venus waltzing with Earth
zeal of unbreakable bond,
floral fragrance felicity
an ageless love tale
sweet lullaby tweets
billets-doux
texts spanning the world 
bien sûr we love
extravagance in empathy
exulansis excluded eternally
hunting for heavenly harmony
swirl in seraphic space
as Dahlia sighs reach
esoteric eyes of lotus Luna
breathing silence
virtuoso ululation
for...
        a friendship circle.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.

Oceananigans I and Ii

I.

Ode the thrill of a tango
curled in clutches sleek

Elegance, a prerequisite
Add on a spun euphoria

Nimble is a turgid swoon!

Arms conduct to the aria
New skin, feels no tocsin
It's deeply in a you and i
Glazed, to the tightening
and a strangling organza
Necked into a suffocation

So go the tunnel deaths…

(1/27/2021: '02 Silverton MY; Alameda ...contest theme was murder in the tunnel)

II.

Ornately, I gild over my days a’ la fresco
Carefully, I wield molten gold, enigmatic
Elaborate must these life undulations be
as metallic sheen screens all insipid aura
New cantankerous crack? Just weld upon
and smooth the jagged with flowing flora
Now the feckless plaster sparkles golden
I spurn mawkish, like the silvered literati
glossing my craven, to caverns gleaming
Aurum weaves, in its narcissistic miasma 
Nothing malodorous in self-love / loathin’
So imperious my bombastic art, it glazes!

(8.17.21 Redone at Willow Berm and DBW; theme was Craig’s Broken contest relating to Kintsugi)
Form: Ode

A Soft Bitter Slur

Now, in her solitude she sits draped in mock fur, 
As the movie spool ends, silver lights begin to fade,
So, she slurps on her sorrows with a soft bitter slur

‘The sheer backless organza’ – a red-carpet stir,
The true benefits of fame, featuring a chauffeur and maid,
Now, in her solitude she sits draped in mock fur

In ‘Wuthering Heights’, the Protagonist connoisseur,
Violated when the ‘Sirs’ want favours repaid, 
So, she slurps on her sorrows with a soft bitter slur

Her fluffy companion gives a discontented purr,
Along with diamond wedding rings, her only accolade,
Now, in her solitude she sits draped in mock fur

Missed out on an award – an offering greater than myrrh,
Behind a painted smile, a cut-throat tool of the trade,
So, she slurps on her sorrows with a soft bitter slur

Then the dreaded moment, as quick as a blur,
At thirty-five, replaced by youth, promises betrayed,
Now, in her solitude she sits draped in mock fur,
So, she slurps on her sorrows with a soft bitter slur.

 
13/11/22

Third Person Villanelle Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins

Third Person Villanelle Contest
Judged: 23/11/22
Writing challenge - X'd poems second chance poetry contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
© W J Clarke  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Mother


"Mere echoes of changing seasons passed, Mother Nature doesn't give it a second chance or through as the axis shifts."
 quote by poet

Mother Nature's quenching heartbeat, 
Sipping the wavering unfurl dawn sun.
It teases yellow, and green loveliness 
Of her rich breast, ripple dress endowment. 

Sweet scented fragrance embracing of spring. 
Bees dart, nuzzle among open vernal parasol blooms. 
Iridescent organza rotates, awaiting playful feet, 
Pollen dress laden in ambrosia, a golden dream. 

Sun blending amber and lemon hues of summer 
Rays of warmth, flicker through waves of clouds. 
Indigo bunting perch on a wild sunflower 
Amid a brilliant and pleasant rising strawberry moon. 

Autumnal tint in the vast radiant cool evening sky. 
The rustling crunch of scarlet and golden leaves that fall. 
Living benevolent trees with generating slumber. 
Chill wraith perigean full moon, fades into the ink-black heaven.

Mother nature slowly does sleep beneath cold snow.
Winter's breath blows when flowers are scarce. 
Birds migrate, bees huddle together to keep warm. 
Darkness slowly creeps amid shivering twilight.
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

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