Long Panoply Poems
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The meadow's flowers early now do wake
Not May but April's time for tulip's bloom
Nature in her glory, a deep bow takes
Lilacs' fragrance waft out toward azure lakes
Orange daffodils spread out in vale and spume
The meadow's flowers early now do wake
Deep-red roses perk up on vines and stakes
Bright peonies burst forth in scents perfumed
Nature in her glory, a deep bow takes
Lilies of the valley, dainty teacups make
Purple irises soar upward, earth's plumes
The meadow's flowers early now do wake
Soft winds do rolling grasses tender shake
Dark clouds of rain o'er green landscapes loom
Nature in her glory, a deep bow takes
Rich panoply of colors in costume
Spring's essence tastes as sweet as honey cake
The meadow's flowers early now do wake
Nature in her glory, a deep bow takes
Iambic Pentameter
On Earth's bare bosom, do flowers dream?
A panoply of beauty flitting from flower to flower,
with bees reeling drunk in their ecstasy.
As a flock of vivid white crepes stroll an apricot sky,
chirps of restless cuckoos chuckle in chorus.
In the goodness of this conjured grandeur
enchanted in splendour of their pristine smiles,
do flowers dream, staring up in awe at the sky?
In melody of marigolds, and hedges of honeysuckles,
a sweetheart waits for it's favourite butterfly to return,
wirh fragile wings fanning frills of pink gladiolous.
Perhaps that's when flowers dream.
A Lily of the Valley veiled in heavenly dusk
with purple pansies, and bewitching buttercups,
vanilla orchids in some caramel mellow scent,
satin glossy leaves, showing hyacinths translucent.
Among thousand vignettes of golden glowing topaz
dreams of flowers float, their petals become rain,
only to be pricked in sharp thorns.
a painful truth behind those fairy tales in prose.
specks of red blood adorn their rainbow robes.
Forget me Nots giggling, He loves you Not!
In mystery of allure, dreams are lost.
Date written 11th July 2020
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
Contest Name Nature |
Ideally yours truly prefers
a she/her who never got prosecuted for a felon,
yet who most deaf fin knit lee
possesses sound blinding killer instincts
think miracle worker Anne Sullivan
signifying rendering phenomenal success
with one female named re: amazing Helen
exhibiting discerning admirable qualities
constituting intelligent witty male
despite his/him sports haunch size of a melon.
I gently beckon inspiration
for dalliance with mother tongue
English Language, each
singular lettered manifestation
familiar to yours truly symbolized
by panoply, sans twenty six letters,
whereby this patient wordsmith
luxuriates, when writer's block
yields sudden gush,
nee burst of creativity
dissolving impenetrable wall
mental log jammed impasse,
discourages literary ambitions
dashed exerted forcefulness
'pon cerebral terra incognita
counterproductive grip locks
figurative drawbridge begetting
utmost frustration allowing egress
and ingress constituting obstructed surge
temporarily disabling free and clear
transmission between damned fount
barricading abundant bajillion ideas
silent at loggerheads clangor and din
analogous between unswerving enemies
prepared to fight till the death,
exhausting mental energy expended
attempting armistice with futile results,
hence quixotic oft repeated
time tested metaphor
i.e. deliberate pressure foisted
upon seat of aging cerebral matter
inadvertently coloring fist sized organ
at least fifty shades of gray,
versus unexpurgated brainstorming
linkedin with unfettered restraint
breeds favorable prodigious ideas
jotted/ typed stream of consciousness fashion
modus operandi favorable to engender
receptive access, asper (gas) excellent see
i.e. entrance untrammeled leeway
with minimal clash of opposing
titanic invisible entities
thus, aye abandon battering ram
to experience positive outcome
giving good n plenti profuse flood
unstoppable geyser spewing
plethora of appealing material
to arrange into cogent affinity,
energy, magnanimity and synchronicity!
Alas, I lie, awakened mind
Drifting into God-forsaken
time.
Unconsciously unaware
A war rages under there.
Perspicacious subconscious me
I beseech thee, listen now,
hear my plea.
Blood-drunken sword lay at
thine side.
Allow me rest, dear captain,
just one night
A thousand strong is our
enemies' might
But skirmish, must we, through
twilight?
Perspicacious subconscious me
Understand you not the
insanity?
Demons defeated, victory
blood-bought,
But at steeper price? I pray
thee, give thought!
Perspicacious subconscious me
Must Ego die for victory?
And what of, after, his brother
and friend?
Must I then, too, let go of him?
Leave me, will you, with only
insatiable drive
And let it be that beast Id alone
will rise?
Perspicacious subconscious me
Battle-born and bred, at the
ready.
In the arms of Morpheus let me
be
As you don cloth, no longer
panoply.
Perspicacious subconscious me
Let me rest and truly sleep
For I have a reverie to
sublimely dream.
Yea, to rest and let you, my
mind, be at peace.
Jesus Revisited
He was born out of wedlock and some say his father
was God the Divine I am not sure of that immaculate
projection but genes were involved and I believe that
some assisted fertilization may have started his journey
Adultery would be if not blasphemous too judgemental
what is a piece of paper when progeny was needed to
look after his parents no social security system in those days
when persecution and genocide was on the agenda
He was not so keen on drugs other than wine made from water
a hippie with flowers in heart hair mind and beautiful soul
but nevertheless became a free loving roamer a drifter
poet of the oral tradition full of wisdom and compassion
Does it matter whether Magdalene Mary happened to
become his lover when tables were turned at the temple
how the tides parted to walk on the sea bed or whether
the salt of too many tears of depression floated the message
He was a Middle Eastern guy most probably coloured in skin
with all chakras involved from the mix of a rainbow of promise
he counselled and healed with suggestion charisma almost
hypnotic powers used for the purpose of psychic proportions
He might have sported tattoos depicting a snake or a lion
some contact address emergency number engraved on his
forehead a belly ring maybe of a cross to be cast to foreshadow
his inner and outer appearance scarred healing healed
Much like him I am horrified by wars murder hypocrisy crusading terror
napalm orange agents Hiroshima Holocaust and the senseless
slaughter of groups others Peoples and ideas peace humankind
I passionately care for his message and his proposal his resilience
To stand up for injustice for freedom from evil and freedom of
passive resistance rebellion and faith and beliefs for what matters
He would have been a big pal with the Buddha spiritual leaders of
another age time place contingency context hegemony plight
would maybe not mind a panoply of Hindu Gods and Godesses
and have the Koran next to his straw mattress fire and all
I care for Jesus and he cares for me
22nd July 2016
Blue, Bluer, Bluest…what’s blue to me?
Far that seems too far; the sky.
Depth that seems too deep; the sea…
Ooh, sorry…it’s only the reflection of the sky on water.
Check on after sunlight…I did; the moon takes its turn;
Darkest of blue of the night casting romance in the air!
How same to my fellow human friend? I wonder.
What? Do my animal friends see blue?
Poor color vision to super color vision…electromagnetic spectrum!
I’ll better leave this to my scientist friends to ponder upon.
Just imagine the world without blue colors…
Oh!...No conflict of conscience….no blue days, please.
Now blue waves, as I doze in a white lap, how you gently rock me.
Romantic ideas flashes in my inner mind...
Well blue eyes, don’t you think I’m right?
Lucky you, lovers drown peering into your magnificence!
Oh!...My eyes try to fathom the sharp teeth beneath the simmering
brine ready to snatch me away from my sanctuary.
Capricious nature, how you entice me with your panoply of blues;
absolute or concrete….I’m just captured!
27/01/17
For contest: The Color blue - Revised old poems too - by Janis Thompson
Judged: 30/01/17- N/A
For Contest Form G or Give me an NA by Broken Wings
Judged 7/02/17 Placed 5
Written ~ December
two thousand seventeen
in case ye dear reader possess
an eye extremely keen
nonetheless just by happenstance
courtesy this human bean
counter, who also happens
tubby garden variety alien.
Panoply of mystical elements of holly day style
breathe prez sense frostily exhaled aired
per millennia athwart
(this terrestrial spaceship planet Earth)
two plus seventeen carousel rides resonated
veritable pantheon of pagan rituals
and quirky superstitions lit
(akin to a lit Christmas tree)
starry eyed imagination
as catalyst viz *****Sapiens
furrowed stern brow of forehead
aft stemmed whilst Santa oft puzzling
(allocating suitable gifts)
inducing him to tug thought generating beard
pondering, whence agents provocateurs
receive just desserts
fueled hodge podge, mish mashed, helter skelter
eclectic December twenty fifth
encompassing tens of thousands previous generations
bred despacito fixtures via paganism,
Manichaeism, Jainism, et cetera
ancient brutish credos, ethos, faiths
brewed nebulous concoction
within mindset of early mankind
loose confection, confederation, conglomeration
indiscriminately torquing, vetting, whetting
disparate constituent beliefs
contagion wrought spirit paradigm
inculcating oral tradition Madonna and child
occupying high chair
whereat superstitions birthed patchwork
comprising divergent ensemble heralding
The trees are in their best attire
A panoply of reds, yellows and greens
The boughs are wearing leaves of fire
That with strokes thus prunes and preens
The zephyr that moves like a ballerina
The wind desperate for attention
Cries and howls and shakes the trees
The leaves first resist in contention
Only to succumb to a breeze
And make a colorful arena
The carpet of leaves augustly unrolled
Beckons and becharms with awesome glow
The trodden leaves rustle in the cold
Then of a sudden does the wind blow
And plays the nature’s ocarina
So many jewel colors swell and bold
Certainly sweep you off your feet
The trees invested in reddish gold
The soul imbued with a golden beat
Autumn is the seasons’ czarina
UNDERSTATEMENT
language
confirms
the
familiar
even a weakness
angst
melodrama
wonder
the
significant
reciprocated
precisely
a
modern echo
momentarily
a
slight
foretaste
vibrant
elegant
twirling
surreally
&colourfully
rendered
an avatar
of
estrangement
in an
unmistakable
panoply
of
glowing
visages
eyeballing
sallow
isolation &
unsettling
existence
animated
swirling
fathoms
of
fantasy
irradiated
with
innocence
exuding
the
will-o’-the-wisp
influence
expressly
apparent
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Non Human Sensate Beings Linkedin, Sans Omnipotent Bonds
Extant latent forcefields transcend
across avast panoply multitudinous biosphere
scads of diverse living entities
innately born with
inherent capacity to care
embedded within cellular
pith and marrow,
sans plethora of unlike those
pesky conniving Facebook organisms,
the former declare
affinity, not only
each among their
own divergent species,
(but even among
disparate dissimilar cohabitants
on planet Earth genetically embedded
with unique potential to engineer
unprecedented feats encompassing
inexplicable ability to forge fair
lee sharing recognized quintessential
pronounced emotive displays clear,
lee offering, kindling... robust amity
legion between distinctly
obviously, and glare
ringly different life forms
unlike themselves, here
roll ding an unheeded object lesson
for *****sapiens, hell bent
somehow inexplicably bound by
dominant, important, omnipotent...
(of course except for this gent,
ha, who strives to be selflessly attendant),
and yes undoubtedly
other people cogent
against trumpeting xenophobic fervent
rants particularly against
migrants, who spent
blood, sweat and tears
forced into poverty
and misery, asper Native Americans
with deliberate intent
at genocide hundreds
of years ago (AND still)
today bedraggled indigenous
grievous national and global event,
where power hungry exploit powerless,
the latter kept bound by belligerent
hot headed racist, narcissistic,
misogynistic, egotistic...
"FAKE" prez steaming vehement
diatribes lambasting decent
folks, his oozing rabid hate doctrine
obvious enemy of freedom, versus
patriotic stalwarts, growing voice of cohorts,
who love Lady Liberty
ready to die and foment
revolution if necessary against REAL agent
provocateurs such avaricious cupidity I lament!