Long Pastels Poems

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Premium Member If you wish to conquer my soul in shreds of forever

If you wish to conquer my soul in shreds of forever,
Drop your mask and carry me in your embrace,
As a panther, lie in wait for me, not to steal me away,
But to dance with me in the love's palace we yearn for.
The storm inside of me is silently disarmed,
In the quiet chambers, with the murmur of an abandoned river,
Cast my becoming into the future's pastels,
And blend into my passage, smooth as a muse in flight.
If you add to our struggles the salt and bitterness of life,
Wield your character like an art of pure mastery,
Your sincerity will be a lighthouse in the darkness,
And may you wander far from the sneaky chains of deductions.
Rather, go and sculpt your language from mute gestures,
Mysterious, as the eyes speak what words cannot,
And let your steps be guided by robust melodies,
That feed my hungry eyes with beauty and shape.
Now follow the steps that promise ungrasped bonds,
And don't forget the light that must end the enshrouded spectacle,
So that in the end, my soul may be enmeshed in your nets,
And you enclose it in a labyrinth of love, to gift it immortality and the eternal.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Deep Purple Tulips

Deep purple tulips - virtually black,
I spied,
amidst the otherwise boring
pastels,
for the merlot-colored beauties
drew me near,
       to drink them into my eyes -
a tiger-eye smile, where light shines.

     I’m made up
for a celebratory party, comparatively 
           trivial
alongside such divine buttercups -
   royal, sublime.

     Deep purple tulips speak poetry
  in a foreign tongue.
I lean in to listen to their strange
        speech.
Not apt to forget their whisper amidst
the            clique of colors,
and the colorless whites I rub elbows with.

The servers meld into the mix. Their smiles,
brighten my experience, with deep purple lips.

4/2/2022

A Nightingale Sings of Dawn's Glory

Yet another surly night staring at a haloed moon,
until I heard a nightingale sing the glories of dawn.
Pastels painted the sky as he trilled an ariose tune.
To the mellifluous sound of his voice, I was drawn.

His dulcet melody was soothing my sorrowful heart
from the loss of a great love, a tragic circumstance.
His song uplifted me, since we'd been torn apart.
As he hailed the sun, I yearned for another romance.

I imagined that his vocals were a love song of hope
to begin each new day filled life instead of solitude.
No longer would I live in a somber mood and mope.
I would welcome every morn as sunlight was imbued.

Thank you, gracious nightingale, for your melodic tune.
You woke me from the doldrums of an unhappy spirit.
No more lonely nights would I stare at a haloed moon,
for you revived my soul, and I was fortunate to hear it.


June 9th, 2021
This or That, Vol 3 Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Most Beautiful Day - Qd

Eyelids bat and blink through break of day

     Sunrise daubing reach with pastels, bright

         Friends and kin and games are on the way

            Wrapped in temps 'bout eighty Fahrenheit

             Waters, cool and smooth to paint the bay

            Blossom breezes breathing fresh and light

         Foods and cool refreshments feed the fray

     Through our ways we do the summer right

Yet, it's LOVE that makes a day so blessed.





Written and submitted on October 2, 2019
For the "Queen Of Day 9 X 9" Poetry Contest
Charles Messina, Sponsor.

( Syllables = nine syllables per line, counted at HowManySyllables.com )
Form: Verse

Premium Member Skunk

I was meandering in the forest today
Why all the animals where out to play
I saw some parrots high in the trees
So colorful a mirage of painted canopy
I saw the deer’s and does in fields
Enjoying a drink at the rivers edge
Ducks and Doves flew proud overheard
As monkeys jumped from tree to tree
Alligators swam to and fro
Lingering till dinner calls
Then we all better run for safer ground
Last one in, is first one down
The marigolds flourish in the fields today
A painting of nature Monet will draw
Awash with pastels and natures erotic draw
However there is a smell I do smell
That upsets my wanderings on this fine day
It’s repulsive and follows me I do say
An odor that’s smelly and just not right
In fact I confess it gives me a fright
So off to home I rush, to brush this strange odor away
In my boudoir and yet still surrounded by this offensive smell
To the powder room I go and look in the mirror
I scream in absolute horror
I am a SKUNK!!!!!!!!


Apple and Peach

I look up at the skies above me 

 to describe how I was feeling  

but there was no color in the sky  

And the old man in the clouds  

Was no were to be found  

He died a century ago  

The sky had lost its luster 

And the glory in the moon had disappeared 

The stars were nowhere to be found  

And the silver lining on the cloud 

 had fallen to the ground 

There was no color in the sun 

And the baseball pitcher 

 had already completed the home run 

I use my paint brush to create the scene 

And pastel colors to assemble a new dream 

But the man-made color kept disturbing me 

The new faces in town were acting 

Like some twelve century clown 

I tried to force some words out 

But they kept gargling  

in the back of my throat  

And I couldn’t express how I feel 

I just allow my weight 

To absorb with the passing breeze 

I couldn’t tell from whence this feeling came 

But it was obvious that life wasn’t going to be the same 

I dug in the utmost part of my mind 

And I came up with a lucrative design

 that could not appease my mind  

In a split second  

The transition was made 

And a new ambition was formed 

The old heaven collapse to the ground 

And a new heaven gave birth to 

A miraculous world 

 The pigments in pastels  

Diffuse the living hell 

and the old lugs fell off the truck 

Around the bend

Apple and Peach are in the basket

Last Call

Life! What approbations to recall?
A solace that never was – Utopia

Should such love get forgiveness?
The seminal seeds of such a cast…

Claims of the spurious narcissistic
Ah! Words, rescind not a sarcoma

lying brashly, filling its poison vial
long swallowed - bona fide denial!

(1/10/2021)

Nearing their curtain’s final fall, they fly
as the geese and monarchs; to warmth they hie
To hobble where once trees stood: golf courses,
smoothed for their lazy electric horses…

Chilled hearts and aching bones pay for the sun
Fenced off for their guarded and landscaped fun
For barely a stone-throw away, poor shakes,
Ripple the divide, hazing man-made lakes…

There they sweat through long sartorial jokes
fearing beams may strike a cancerous stroke
Whites and pastels their preferred uniform
Clearly labeled for their clubs’ garish norm…

Cloistered, they are already neatly packed
Boxed close for flames: coffins securely-stacked.

(3/5/18: ’06 Formula 37PC i/ii DMS)
Form: Lyric

The Butterfly's Ballad

I get a glimpse of you
A soft hue of light lavender
 rising in my dawn
Gliding fervently
 in sun-kissed breeze
An ephemeral beauty
 enchanting the depths
of these caramel eyes
Your purple wings flaunt
in whimsical ballad
Sprinkling evanescent dew
across the embers of my heart
And I feel it,a florescent flutter
tickling my bare shoulder
chasing the back of my neck
teasing in wistful wonder
My blushed smile
 preserves the moment
of your tender brush
across the silk peach of my cheek
Of your fervent kiss 
fading in ethereal bliss
An unspoiled warmth of softened touch
upon the almond scent of my hair
My heart  captures the seconds
before those iridescent wings
fly high in sheer splendor
to crimson blossoms which bloom
which sway,which bleed their rose
which wrap their thorns
around my feet,around my hand
So I would not follow 
your shimmering dust
on promised paths
 of rainbow's pastels
So I would not find you
 in the faraway land
Yet,here I am,
On autumn's carpet
 I mark my footprints
Yet,here I come
So close to you
Yes,here I stand.

Premium Member Give Me An Idea

Give me a thoughtful image 
That I can reveal in black and white,
Or with tints and shades of colors 
Using pastels, ink, or graphite.
Even the most common thing 
Can seem to be introspective
When rendered with clever shading 
Or seen from a different perspective.
 
Find me a new metaphor, 	
Or a novel unused simile—
Something like alliteration	 
To bring to life my poetry.
Help me write some plays on words,  
Or a sentimental nuance,
That would appeal to those lovebirds 
That see the world through the lens of romance.

Inspire me with lyrics 
And clever rhymes that tell a story.
Then hum a new chord progression	 
That would support a melody.
Add guitar riffs and a hook 
That surprise like an epiphany.
Bind them together like a book:  
A multi-genre fusion symphony.

(Chorus)
Give me an idea worthy of a drawing, poem, or song;
Something inspiring enough to push creativity along.
Something interesting enough to fire the synapses in my brain.
Something provocative enough to make all stop and look again.
Form: Lyric

Nestled In Daydreams

I'm nestled in daydreams, safely tucked in a halcyon haven
away from the stress that greedily feasts on me like a raven

My Utopian realm offers a peaceful kingdom; a sanctuary
where there is no arguing with any acrimonious adversary

I take flight to a lowland vale, with gardens in full bloom
safe from life's burdens, as if I'm still inside my natal womb

Fields of wildflowers and carpets of moss are my landscape
Orchard of grape vines and a citrus grove is where I escape

Showers and sunshine are nuanced in my Eden of tranquility
I live harmoniously with forest animals in absolute affability

Blue skies brighten every day, darkening to indigo each night
Wrapped in my lover's arms, beneath stars and soft moonlight

l live in a multi-level tree house, sprawled in a stand of pine
My neighbors are feral mustangs; a roaming herd of equine

I built a porch that overlooks the view of my pastoral land
watching eagles as they hunt and soar with feathers fanned

I watch each stained glass sunrise as it surfaces from the sea
and each sunset, when dusk paints pastels with grand esprit

No fence surrounds my oasis, no flashing lights or blaring horns
and I've hybridized my roses, so no longer do they have thorns

There's some sanctity to be found in a divine place like this
One of spiritual symbiosis and a bounty of benevolent bliss

There's no known place on Earth where everyone gets along
but in my sanctum, no one ever tells me I'm too headstrong

I long for a refuge where I can take ample time to just relax
where I'll not be faced with the entity of fear, called parallax

When fire storms of frustration blaze much too high to douse
I'll be daydreaming while climbing the stairs to my tree house




August 18th, 2020
Sanctuary Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent On
Form: Couplet

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