Long Pellucid Poems
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Awestruck
My pellucid teddy had been left in the kitchen overnight
someone had scratched its eyes off
The eyes had been dark green buttons taken from
a nazi uniform that had belonged to my uncle, who joined
the Hitler army to fight the Russian communists.
My mother, the communist, didn’t care for her brother
1945, he was declared missing in action, therefore, not
stated as dead; had he been around now, he would have
been 120 old and admired for fighting the Russians
How we, in the West, love hating them and also when
Yeltsin was in power, patronizing them because we covertly
think they are stupid.
The cat coming in from the terrace jumped up on my lap
yawned; her night had been busy.
My crafted pragmatic mind,
multi-facetted crystal clear gem,
shapes my transparent thoughts,
gleamed by soul-seeking acuity rays.
I take life’s pellucid journey
along the misty pathway.
Clear of the cloud of self-doubt,
my diaphanous mind unwavering
stays on the enlightened trajectory.
Out of the abysmal challenging abyss,
I fly on wings of focused vision
in the clear sky of success
Purity perennially preserved,
a dew drop with luster of longing
radiates the lucent beauty sublime.
With the embrace of sensuous emotion
I am defined as the diamond of love,
flashing fervent charm crystal clear.
The wisps of climbing clouds floating away,
brush azure on the end-summer burnt sky.
The returning birds bathe in the sea of blue,
in twilight gleam to the amber nest they fly.
Autumn arrives with pristine crystal prism
in lucent threshold of sun-soaked horizon,
splitting surreal sunbeam in VIBGYOR rays,
hues spill out of palette coloring the dawn.
Bowed down slender blades of fawn grass
sway in crisp air on lap of auburn meadow,
wear crafted crown of shining topaz dew,
sparkling with the flair of chalcedony glow.
Lining the sun-burnt cinnabar garden path,
dry trunks of the sepia trees still stand tall.
In the rhythmic rustle of the blushing leaves
they hear the melody of autumn’s footfall.
As the setting sun sets fire in the satin sky,
making collage of vermillion ember bright.
Under its crimson radiance I wait enthralled
for stars to sprout in pellucid autumn night.
August 20, 2020
Soft scents of frangipani invade my nostrils in the twilight air,
pellucid thoughts from deep within made me aware of my senses.
I look over yonder and notice lovely ripples in the lake.
Luscious blueberries catch my attention and my mouth waters,
next I hear the beautiful sound of mockingbirds singing .
I felt like my feet were standing in a place of history and strength,
as I embarked on ancestral trails of my people's past.
At once pride and appreciation began to infuse my entire being.
I look up and notice a hint of vermilion in the beautiful sky,
And a menagerie of birds from the distant past soared above me.
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Words used are:
1.Menagerie
2.Vermilion
3.Infuse
4.Mockingbirds
5.Twilight
6.Frangipani
7.Luscious
8.Pellucid
9.Ancestral
10.Ripples
LOVE VERSUS LUST
Twins are fighting, Love versus Lust
As if Iron oxide blames rust.
Ethereal smile Love to cast
Love in the core: Lust is the crust
Lust in whirling vortex to burst
gets ignited by sudden blast.
Lust drinks desire on ardent thirst
Love tranquil with depth of trust.
Lust probably hidden in Love.
Not forbidden just to observe.
Luminous sheen in Love, Lust to serve,
Lust assists Love, not to disturb.
Lust to last when love, you deserve.
Lust goes straight, Love travels in curve.
Love in abyss, Lust shines above.
Lustrous Love of cooing dove.
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Love in romance to glisten, glow.
From seeds of passion Lust to grow.
Love is placid, pellucid, calm, slow.
Lust spontaneous on prompt throw.
Love enlightens soul, heart to bow.
Lust to excite from top to toe.
Love proceeds, Lust sure to follow.
Love with Lust on amorous flow.
07/04/20
Reflected in the pellucid ripples
That thither upon the welcoming shore;
The majestic angel oak unruffled beauty tickles
The water's edge draped in orange honey ore.
Whose boughs dost bend like elbows on its shore,
To all who wilt hark to its chants and tales,
Of ghosts of former slaves
Appearing as angels around its feet.
Like gossamer threads dulcet whispers
Waver trailing off on the back of the wind as it meets.
2/29/2020
Gif #1
Under Free Verse since all words do not rhyme
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angel_Oak
The oak derives its name from the estate of Justus Angel and his wife, Martha Waight Tucker Angel.[6] Local folklore tells stories of ghosts of former slaves appearing as angels around the tree.
"The joy of the chromatic scenario embraces me,
as I’m allured by the autumns aura.” – Quote by Poet
The strands of silver cloud slowly drift,
graze the end-summer’s smoky sky.
The birds bathe in the luster of the blue bay,
fly in the twilight gleam to the nursing nest,
as autumn arrives creating the crystal ambiance.
Through the sunburst horizon’s diaphanous drape,
surreal spectrum radiates from the silken sunrays,
sparkling hues of the sky’s palette paint the dawn.
The bowed down blades of cinnamon grass swing
in the crisp air on the lap of the fawn meadow.
The pasture wears the crown of diamond dew,
sparkling with the flair of dawn’s chalcedony glow.
Lining the sun-soaked cinnabar garden path,
the trunks of tawny trees stand on the fallow soil,
as the rustling golden leaves echo the footfall of fall.
The setting sun ignites the inferno in the seamless sky,
makes a collage of blazing vermillion ember.
Suffused with its crimson glow I wait with soaring spirit
to see the stars sprout in the pellucid night,
get imbued with the flashing moondust aura of autumn.
In dreams I linger in solitude,
sipping a cup of contemplation,
brewed from leaves of my expectations.
Writing pages of romantic Sonnets
about plans I have for me and you.
Sometimes I'm fearful of rejection,
spurned if you should turn away from me.
I dream of being kissed and caressed,
like the waves that fondle the sandy shore.
It's then I yearn for more hours of restless sleep,
where I fantasize that you are the flowing tide,
coming to sweep me off my feet.
In my poetic dreams you're only a heartbeat away.
I hear your voice call to me, or so it seems,
as I wait for you to find me.
where we journey in realms of ardor each night.
You fill my heart with tender emotions.
Words of devotion to you I speak in rhyme,
when upon my cheek you place a kiss.
and the silence between us is unmuted.
I've journeyed a thousand miles in pellucid reveries,
searching to find myself in the depths of your eyes,
where passion takes root within the chasm of my soul.
I dreamed poetry would lead me to you,
and in many verses, by my pen it was foretold
that one day we would share the same dream.
In that dream, time has no place or meaning.
Whether in the limpid lavender light of dawn,
the shadowed skies of dusk, or in the moon's luminance
among brilliant stars in an ebony night,
I listen for your footfall to cross my threshold.
When you finally appear, I cry joyful tears.
The candle flame sputters when you breathe my name,
and beyond the veil of dreams, we tryst.
I hear two hearts speaking, the voices ours,
and 'love' is a word both hearts gladly avow.
Awake through afternoons and ageless nights,
the poet waits for a muse to sneak.
His brumous mind reminisces,
frantically exploring a galaxy of words.
He looks for a lofty mountain hiding in the fog.
He looks for a crimson fireball hiding in the ember.
Wriggles out of the cocoon,
in swirls of slow steps,
tiptoeing in twirls,
shriveled and fragile, the butterfly beau.
He looks at it in passion...with lover's eyes....
Oh!, the poem is still in a grey stupor state.
He sews embroidered thoughts...
Stroked in color, the canvas now veiled,
scrambled cryptic, his emotions corralled.
The enslaved bird in his heart, was now a fugitive,
singing a pellucid song of sweet somber notes.
A virgin music now played in the air,
Thrumming hearts rhyming in bewitched rhythm.
Invisible wind nestled the hair,
he could see the poem smiling.
Silent wind rustled the tree,
he could hear the poem whispering.
Like a blind man enlightened in a dark room,
he could feel the poem coming alive.
He could touch the words in Braille,
the cradle of blind love, caressed the poet's tale.
Resubmited on April 1st 2019/
2019 Poetry Marathon Final Placement /
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Written on 9th January 2019
Placed 8th in Chantelle Anne Cookes Favorite Free Verse Contest
Placed 6th in Mark Toney2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 13 Contesy
The sight of open flowers
Spectacular from towers
Tender petals that amuse
With kaleidoscopic hues
Landscapes in several tints
Resemble modern art prints
The brows of pellucid lakes
Glittering glossy snowflakes
Beautiful divine sunrise
Scintillating brilliant skies
Burning yellow tinged twilight
Sprinkling moonlight as fluorite
Swaying panicles with blooms
Exotic whiffs of perfumes
Originate from one womb
In vivid shades they illume
The lush green blooming valleys
Active fauna with rallies
The alighting garden sprite
Relaxes with much delight
An expo of July dyes
Mellifluous tunes of flies
Nature's astonishing fete
Offers a visual treat
Place: Honourable Mention