Long Portraiture Poems
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In my mind, the lines begin to form
Sketching itself for a representation
Every one detail, drawn to belong
Slow yet inviting in its final presentation
As I begin to see a face
As clearly as I remember, I’m to recognize
That someone I long to embrace
Someone in this very portraiture, no one can ever buy
We are so far yet I’m to feel you near
As always as certain, you are the picture I see
I can only wish you were here
What remains, can I only embrace you in a memory
And I held you for a moment longer
Always longer than time would simply allow
Your scent might perhaps just become stronger
Given my vivid imagination and not just anyhow
Every one detail in full completion
Your every one line to signify your form
Inviting as always your every presentation
In my mind if not always, you belong
There was a touch of sadness
A moment there came to be missed in time
Words were given in turn to portray the absence
For a portraiture of moments unforgotten behind
A mystery hides beyond the enigma
Truth within grasp yet deep afar inside
It felt meaningful atween this lunatic sinatra
Harbouring unrealize sins to be realized beside
With the night to chill this dreamless dream
Love of its true origin can be realized
What it takes is to simply embrace the sins
And moments no more need be fantasized
An unfounded freedom engifted to creed
A comforting sorrow enveloping yet to yearn
Those of blood worth sacrificing to bleed
For the sins and the engiver to soak as one to learn
It cannot be told how it begins
This portrayal and betrayal of realism
Yet a moment nevermore it remains
The sinful moments of time in lunatism
Form:
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Level and Steady
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-Pedal Point Harmony
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By:Palette Gimbal
The photo would be perfect
something that satifies
the soul. beautifu lEnvironmental Portraiture
one decribed the doings.
rich textures to leather saddles and dusty trails
tilting the camera or drone nose up and down
on the vertical axis to get that perfect
golden hour photo
the low sun light of morning or evening
to satisfy the eyes, my objective is to avoid
curved lines in my image fisheye distortion
are what I am looking to acheive here
All these will be done in first person veiw
than I'll have photos made to capture that perfect image
of a beautiful place these folks
call theres.
Pitch: Tilting the camera or drone nose up and down on the vertical axi
My beloved poet - a Victorian bard,
who took my breath away with his fascinating works,
when as a teenager I fell in love with poetry,
romantic and passionate.
a poet from Victorian era
who hypnotized me
with a very different kind of gripping poetry -
dramatic, subtle, philosophical, and metaphysical,
an exploration in the complex and turbulent minds!
I admired the story of a captivating Duchess who was gone,
but smiled an intriguing smile from a portrait -
envied forever by her resentful husband!
a dark side of mysterious love for Porphyria,
a stunningly beautiful woman, purely in love,
shockingly strangled by her psychotic lover,
who after this heinous act,
asks for forgiveness from merciful God!
and I got completely carried away by the way,
using plain children's vocabulary,
the outstanding poet narrated the powerful legend of a Piper,
who using his magically bewitching pipe,
took revenge on the deceiving townfolks -
who didn't keep their promises.
dramatic monologue -
the creative form of psychological portraiture
I fell in love with, along with the creator -
Robert Browning!
January 18, 2023
Inspired by "My Beloved Poet" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina Macintosh
THE GIFT THAT GOD GIVES US
The gift that I give you is My beloved Son,
With His sacrifice on the Cross, His work is done,
The gift that I give you is life ever after,
Life in heaven filled with thanksgiving and laughter,
The gift that I give you is everlasting peace,
Not as the world gives, but where soul conflicts will cease,
The gift that I give you is joy down in your heart,
Which will remain no matter what life does impart,
The gift that I give you is My unending love,
Holy Spirit within you like a pure, white dove,
The gift that I give you is robe of salvation,
My power to overcome any temptation,
The gift that I give you is this rare privilege
To call Me your Father in this world's pilgrimage,
The gift that I give you is magical Nature,
Which reminds all men of Omniscient portraiture,
The gift that I give you is the chance to praise Me
For all that you enjoy and for all that you see
The gift that I give you is the power of pray'r
To commune more with Me anytime anywhere
The gift that I give you is My Word unfailing
The lamp unto your feet, o’er darkness prevailing
The gift that I give you is this good news to share,
I'm waiting with arms open to welcome and care,
The gift that I give you is My blessings galore,
Infinite as the stars or the sand near the shore,
The gift that I give you is your free will to choose
The Narrow Way to life or the broad to death’s ruse
The gift that I give you is our relationship,
You are precious to Me, My unique workmanship.
07.02.2021
For Mystic Rose Rose's "The Gift That I Give You" contest
The boy leans against the emptiness of his world,
his sharp elbow inclined on the wood,
holding up the burden of a young mind.
His red vest ablaze like ember,
the defiant flare of youth,
glows in the quietude of the auburn ambiance.
The background configured in fractured patterns-
a slate curtain, an olive wall,
capture the space between his thoughts.
His gaze drifts desolate
into the realm of reflection
where silence congregates in introspection,
embodied in emotional resonance of color
and in innovative portraiture of impressionism.
Inspired by Boy In A Red Vest by Paul Cezanne (1889)
To feel the morning zephyr on my face,
To wake up to the sound of cuckoo's call,
To take a stroll through the woods at my pace,
To watch aurora greet the red fireball,
To see the leaves romancing with the breeze,
To smell the fresh scent of a blooming rose,
To glimpse the hummingbird winging its way,
To hold on to dawn's smile as it does tease,
To enjoy azure sky's warm colour shows ~
How wonderful to thus begin my day!!
Time with nature is sure to refresh us,
Admiring God's beautiful creation,
At daybreak, life around is lustre plus,
We can leave behind all our frustration,
Nature rejuvenates like none other,
Where else can we find such calm, peace and joy?
Our worries and cares, we can cast aside,
When we spend some time with the earth mother,
How careful we must be not to destroy
the Maker's handiwork diversified!!
Reigning gloriously, Nature's serene,
As she goes about her assigned duties,
At dayspring, we can admire her bright screen,
Displaying her awe-inspiring beauties;
She's a peaceful Regina's portraiture,
Silently bearing, groaning* and seeing
the destruction caused by human grenade;
Deep in our hearts, we must be like nature ~
Always giving, spreading smiles by being
true to our purpose for which we are made.
Across the wide meadow of verdant green,
splashes of pastel pink waved in the breeze.
One of the lovliest wildflowers I've ever seen
appeared to ebb and flow like restless seas.
Delicate, the buttercup, its veins finger-traced.
This wildflower beauty with nectared center
stands patiently waiting with an upturned face,
welcoming pollen seekers with, "Please enter."
Enmass they flourish as a grand gift of Nature.
Growing in profusion, untended, they live and die.
They've inspired artists to paint their portraiture,
and innocently open their petals to the butterfly.
April 12th, 2017
Ode to a Flower(s) Contest
Shadow Hamilton
The Continuum of Time, Nature,
Poetry, and Love
Just as the ocean’s continuous motion,
and sands ever shifting in time;
constant the clicking of clock’s endless ticking;
this poet’s perpetual rhyme.
Sure as the morning with sunrise adorning,
and crocus that blooms in the spring;
days softly humming with nature’s forthcoming,
this mirth makes the mockingbird sing.
Dreams keep amassing as time keeps on passing,
these reveries seen in my mind.
With seasons contrasting this beauty is lasting
that nature forever designed.
Sure as this portraiture beauty of nature
in springtime when life starts anew;
like nature’s endeavor and lasting forever,
this love in my heart felt for you.
July 7, 2019
I enjoy being in tune with nature,
As I sit, I hear such a loving sound.
Reminded of God, our legislature.
From this small hill, I hear Him all around.
Melodies of life flow through nature's core,
Floating towards the One who sits on high.
I heard soft notes as the tide came to shore.
And I can sense His divine presence nigh.
I enjoy this harmony with nature,
Feeling close to God, as He calls me out,
Each sound reveals His loving portraiture,
He's alive in nature, there is no doubt.
Songs of praise spark my pen, as I listen
To birds chirruping in satisfaction.
A thousand rays on the ocean glisten.
Grateful am I for His benefaction.
24th March 2023