Long Palettes Poems
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Portrait
Through shades of life in subtle hues
Faded eyes invite imbedded memories,
Half hidden behind a worn visage
Where dreams still dance to celebrate a milestone,
Entwined in lost days of once up a time times,
Layered serene moments of rest invoking
A tranquil touch overlaid with the heavenly;
Quiet now the hands on life’s tiller,
Noise of the wounded spirit
Blotted out by wisdom gained in tinted ashen turmoil,
The pilgrim sits, interludes dance in crosshatch
Embraced, abiding in sacred values beckoning
A captured chroma in still life subtle serenity
Blended reveries reveal the pale intimate,
Stories stored in the compressed soul,
As deep lines of passing years soften – fade away –
In color palettes mixed with ochre joy and slate tears
Waiting for the next breath filled with treasures,
Softened intensities to burst through grey tones -
The soul’s pastel breath captured – released - unchained.
6-14-22
Contest: Pastel
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
"For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made." - Romans 1:20
The coloured space refracts the Creator's essence
A vision soaked in palettes with threefold lens
RGB, HSV, or Lab—three in dimension, yet one in hue
In every shade and gradation, His light shines through
There are no depths from which He does not gleam
In blackest nights, faint sparks can still be seen
A triune of quarks swirl in quantum lore
Chromodynamic sparks weld together the atoms' cores.
Galaxies ignite where the elements unite
As trichrome charge converges to white
'Til eons pass and the stars cave in
And remnant dusts collide to birth new kin
What wondrous run, what state of art!
The world we tread on beats with iron heart
Fe, atom number 26, is a sacred sign
To the tetragrammaton, YHVH, His name divine
Then to its mass, add neutrons—30 in all
The age when priests (and Christ) are given call
As Iron-56 stands, most stable of time and space
Thus our lives shall be, when yielded to His grace
In all of this the bonds shout eight-point-eight
When fusion peaks, new dawn shall propagate
Through life of stars the Spirit breathes
Through crimson blood that iron sheathes
Abundant life is encoded within the Son's name
As the oxygen in air sparks resurrection's flame
Even the atmospheres bear witness to the cross
The Word is inscribed in all of cosmos
Thus Nature's Laws pulsate with His decrees
Woven in Love, not random debris
From stellar breaths to fermion spins
Every speck of existence are God's fingerprints
Sun shining on a spring day
Grass spent months under winter’s snow
Reaching for the sky
Hoping for that one last sunbeam
Desiring a moment of warmth
Streams covered with ice
Thaw into distant rivers
Feeding fields as they flow by
Plants and trees spread into life
Showing a beauty hidden by the icy cold
Flowers burst through the ground
Hues and tints not remembered
Brought back to the imagination
Turning empty hillsides into palettes
Painted by brushes created at the start of time
The colors grow and fade
As the time of summer comes and goes
And once again
The beauty and color of life
Hides beneath a white blanket
Waiting for that one moment
For the sun to return on another spring day
They waited, longing for calls of stalemate
Upon chequered realms, embracing fate
The deep sweat of their shades, merged to convey
And became another non-hue - pale grey
The non-hues were placed before a jury
A visible length of pulsing fury
Reflections of colours, the fonts of light
With no grey areas to defend by sight
Within the waved spectrum, no judge exists
A black and white gown is not in the midst
For the non-hues, palettes absorbed their glare
That evoked sharpened hues within their snare
As all grey matter differs to persist,
non-hues will not get their brush in a twist
“Pristine your pose, exposed artistic allure”
Canvas on easel waits patiently
Naked in formless thought
Inviting rapture’s brush strokes
“White on white destined pleadings”
Visions engulf watercolor yearnings
Blending passion’s tints…
Seductive bristled breaths fall
“Soft curves fill unframed desires”
Olive skin seeps semi-gloss wishes
Hues of fire fed glazing
Smooth along tender tan lines
“Valleys of bliss penetrate oiled needs”
Mahogany eyes captivate
Pearled glints shimmer silently
Beckoning in secretive glances
“Portal’d palettes draw on my sight”
Crimson lips in whimpered pout
Satin pillow’d arching designs
Whisper me my dreams
“Their touch breaks my will”
As I paint you, I linger in lust
Overwhelmed by your beauty
Falling helplessly into this masterpiece
“And we become one via art”
Saturated in drop cloth drippings
Sighs of fevered temptations rise
Releasing abstract movements
“Acrylic serenity, vibrant achings”
Melting in chromatic motion
Collapsing among overspray imagination
Embracing iridescent ending
“Lost forever in a portrait of love”
Situation
Switch off mind’s clutter and swish with your soluble soul
Seize the second swirl away seizure’s silent convulsions
Sequence sequesters surpass surreptitious soliloquies
Resistance
Ruminating reason and ravenous rapture restrict and resurface
Reticent roads as they relinquish romance and rhapsody’s roar
Re-infest the refuge re-establish revulsive rigid riposte in return
Peace
Paint pastels’ panache peruse provident past pastures
Pack pipe dreams and perilous pitfalls persist and perceive
Proceed to pink palettes of plentiful panorama and passion
Every day He Searches Recollects and Ponders when all he
Might think of is to breathe in and out without thought
Touch the soaring leaves of autumnal gold,
What canvas can capture such grains untold?
As the King Midas touch runs through their veins,
A November palette fusion now reigns
See the Old Oak standing erect and tall?
Its broad leaves a cascading waterfall,
Season impressionists blend the hues,
That overthrows the deciduous blues
Smell the rustic damp of the fallen leaves,
As the Willow wipes tears without her sleeves,
Drooping with envy at the evergreens,
Who mock her without her tender lush greens
Hear November lull for the next season,
To December, silver sage of reason,
Who will wrap around her chilled crocheted shawls,
Preparing the palettes before Spring calls
01/12/22
Quatrain poetry contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Willowy wisps of color hang in air,
As bright rainbow palettes with silken wings.
To dance aloft without a noticed care.
Beneath the blue canopy, Nature sings.
This delicate realm where my eye explores,
From flower to flower they drift away.
And savor sweet honey, their heart adores,
The world turns slower each time they stay.
They appear to float like beauty's pause.
Kissing scented flowers as petals part.
For a serenity shared, to my applause,
And cause remembrance when they depart.
Though a life form apart, colors entice.
When we met as strangers in Paradise.
contest..For men only, write about butterflies
12/3/15
The bible
our pure poetry
Divine voice
art -- gallery imagery
Father’s expanding palettes of time
space infinite –
shadows of unframed
formless canvas -- man's freedom
to light, shape, transverse supernal grace,
we, alone, limit speed
and trajectory
bridging dark gaps, colors
dappled, dropped and splashed
faith will make mix, both consciously
and intuitively apply:
heaping our scrapers and brushes,
the chill of the chalkboard screech
the joy of the slip and slide
the rankle of arms and hands figuring
otherwise meaningless medium
Creativity man's Adam
ligaments of my elastic being
dutifully, lovingly allowing stretch
for explore
sinewy constructs for
mental lift and taut endurance,
the unshakable frame that
holds all upright, and
makes daily challenges
superbly sculptable, while
retaining elasticity --
God let’s be
and we decide
if when and what…?
His unseen hand
yet in the flaming attributes….
In a universe, ablaze with color, so vivid and profuse,
Exist hues of boundless spectrum, in a kaleidoscopic muse.
Galaxies twirl in distant realms, adorned with stellar light,
Painting the cosmic canvas, in the eternal, enchanting night.
Stars, like glowing brush strokes, dot the infinite expanse,
Igniting tales of time and matter, in an astral, majestic dance.
Comets, with tails of iridescent glow, streak through the spatial field,
Adding streaks of brilliant white, to the universal shield.
Nebulae, the cosmos’ blossoms, in pink and azure bloom,
Cradling stars within their folds, in a celestial, nurturing womb.
Black holes, veiled in mystery, and cloaked in the unseen,
Draw all into their silent depth, a void, serene and clean.
Planet Earth, our verdant home, a palette rich and wild,
Bears blues of tranquil oceans, upon the canvas, gently styled.
Emerald of rustling leaves, and browns of the fertile earth,
Reflect the myriad of lives and dreams, constantly in rebirth.
In this cosmic artistry, where every speck of dust contains,
Histories of universe’s birth, and of celestial, distant plains,
We find ourselves as artists, with palettes to create,
Our own vibrant tapestries, in the canvas of our fate.
May we paint with love and kindness, with hues of peace and grace,
Adorning every moment, in the time and space we trace.
And gaze upon the universe, with wonder, love, and awe,
Understanding in its vastness, a beauty without flaw.
In the infinite palette, where stars and souls ignite,
Let’s paint our stories boldly, in this boundless, eternal night.
In the masterpiece of existence, let our lives be a vibrant thread,
Creating patterns of love and joy, in the cosmic tapestry spread.