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A variety of fine brushes…thin, medium, wide,
soft and smooth... to paint landscapes - sky, ocean, tree,
at tranquil dawn, my backyard turns into an oasis,
A transient escape for peace, sanctuary for me!
Focused on visual delight, savour sublimity!
umbrella-like willow, lush leaves offering shade,
dainty roses bloom, elegant hydrangea smiles,
playful birds chirp, frisky squirrels run, until daylight fade!
Sky often mesmerizing vermillion at quiet dawn,
sun rises, waking up the world, with glorious light
bees frolic, pretty butterflies kiss ravishing flowers,
I get lost in the allure of a captivating sight!
My blank canvases get covered with gorgeous paints,
I dip and glide my brush, whimsical colours I splash in,
sunset at Arabian Sea, sunrise on Himalayas,
create amazing views even where I had never been!
Poetry, cascading fountain of our soul, paints life with words,
Painters, sparked by imagination, borrow colours from Nature,
Depict the surreal universe with unique perspectives,
Poetry and Art… blend, connect, compensate each other.
Saw one blazing red leaf on the shimmering Maple,
On my way back from a refreshing stroll,
One Red Leaf - indicated the stark truth,
Fall is tiptoeing with her secret footsteps,
Luminously veiled autumn not far!
Spotted a flock of migrating Geese gliding by -
Are they already departing? Where?
Ravishing crimson Roses beaming
On the bush besides the wooden fence,
A few sad dried petals sprawl dejected at the bottom,
Redbreast Robin in euphoria, still crooning full-throated,
Fleecy warmth of air fleeting away, are birds aware?
Truly intoxicated with the aroma of sunshine,
Even for a moment, do not stop trilling at each other!
Crispy, chilly, wind waltz with twirling leaves,
I smell scintillating autumn fluttering and frolicking,
Spiralling, swirling in the golden sunset breeze.
Edited From My Poem "One Red Leaf"
March 18, 2022
A Brian Strand 1092 Poetry Contest
FIRST PLACE
Written: June 25, 2023
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In the forest grand tapestry, behold the maple tree,
Its branches outstretched in a regal mantle, bold and free.
Ravishing in its autumn gown, it steals the breath away.
A symphony of colors on this enchanted day.
The geranium sheen of scarlet petals, fiery and bright,
Illuminates the forest with a passionate light.
Such as a majestic lion with a flowing golden mane,
The maple stands proud, untouched by time disdain.
In the gentle breeze, its leaves dance and sway.
Whispering secrets of the forest, dusk, and day.
Each branch is a brushstroke, painting a florid scene.
A masterpiece of nature, where pageantry fits in.
The maple's crimson hue, a symbol of love and desire,
Draws all eyes to its beauty, igniting a fire.
In the forest grand tapestry, it helms supreme.
A regal presence, a majestic dream
As the seasons alter and their colors transform,
From vibrant reds to golden hues, a visual storm
But through it all, the maple remains steadfast and strong.
An emblem of resilience, where nature's wonders belong.
Creep of extremism leaches in bloodstream, numbing
Route of innate thought unpenetrated, retains nothing
Sacred to the self, - stiff agendas pose as omniscient
Obscures own findings, carves our fragile opalescent
Ignores the phosphor we all hold, outlooks pertinent
Absorbs with proffer of doctrines contract penchant
Squashed compulsion, thwarted inside tight quarter
Squeezes dry the yearn for a gyrated circuit's quaver
Penance is a method administered by axiom rations
Ranks routinely recant individual's intuition ravishing
Shrouded rigmarole causes comprehension to shrivel
Oppresses pirouette quick swing of our mind's swivel
6th March
Trip the Trap
The snow shining so bright from the reflection of the night moon in the winter sky
My mind drifts wondrously back into the past
Remembering so vividly of you looking so intently deep into my eyes
And thinking of how we thought what we had would last
We would hold each other ever so tight
Whether it was over the phone or we were with each other right there
During the day or deep in the night
It didn't matter cause we had one another, so we did what we had to do and took it at that
without a care
Laying wrapped up side by side I could hear your heart beating along with mine
Those feelings neither one of us could completely hide
Those moments forever captured in time
Seems our thoughts of us lasting back then however, were wrong
So we had said goodbye and tried so hard to move on
But although hiding what I felt for you worked for awhile, I've been in love with you all along
True love never dies nor is it ever completely gone
I'm here in this place with all my regrets and misery
It all runs so extremely deep hitting my heart hard and ravishing my soul
All I know is that I need you here with me
I know I need to regain, over myself, some form of control
I sit here and wait for you
Hopeing each day, what I'm saying here, soon you may come to realize
Yes I do this partly because this is what I choose to do
But also because it's never ever too late and sometimes, to get it right, it takes many tries
I write my words within these poems upon paper, they are so truly how I feel
Here on these pages are what, to you, I still need to say
In some small way they kind of help me to somewhat heal
And they help me also make sure all my thoughts that are needing to be said
Don't get trapped, stuck, and lost within my head
And to insure that to you my words will find their way
Push you up against the sink,
Nibble your neck until you can’t think,
Skin burning as resistance flies,
Leaning back, close your eyes,
Lips parted heart in mouth,
Tongue teaser, come out, come out,
Ravishing until lack of air,
Arms around neck, hands in hair,
Legs parted, hip against hip,
Into forbidden wetness, searching fingers slip,
Moans hasten indecisive chides,
Unbreakable rhythm of the sweetest ride,
Embrace tightens, almost there,
Plunging deepens in love’s lair,
Soaring higher as madness descends,
Lover’s rest as time bends,
Nerves shattered breathing slows,
No words needed, no place left to go.
Setting: A castle garden where a man and woman are talking
Character 1 - Giselle
Character 2 - Robert
Dialogue:
Robert: My dear, you look ravishing today !
Giselle: Thank you darling, do you like it ?
Robert: The colors are perfect for your skin !
Giselle: I thought so also, do you like the material ?
Robert: I do indeed, so delightful and bright !
Giselle: Does the material remind you of anything ?
Robert: Well, now that you mention it, my curtains !
Giselle: Do you think I would make a dress out of curtains ?
Robert: No, of course not, that was silly of me !
Giselle: Do you like how it flows all billowy in the breeze ?
Robert: I do indeed, the inside panel all filmy and soft !
Giselle: Well, darling did you really like your curtains ?
Robert: I do, now hold on a second dear heart !
Giselle: Yes, darling this dress could be made of curtains ?
Robert: And now I see that it is, what a talent you are !
Giselle: Oh thank goodness, I thought you would be angry ?
Robert: So let me get this straight you are wearing my curtains !
Giselle: Exactly, they were too pretty for a window don't you think ?
What I'd like to give you is
an ounce of my cherished perfume...
a precious incense carried by me,
all bustling hustling years long.
in hamlet of a serene village,
a charming abode in my childhood,
windows covered with unique curtains,
made of delicate fragrant grass - Khus..
pleasing breeze gently murmuring through those plants,
brought alluring aroma of a dreamlike life!
Utopian memory soothes my existence
even today in hectic fluttering lifestyle
sadly left quaint dwelling unwarranted,
due to an unexpected occurrence
to my mother...hurriedly had to leave,
with me the wistful scent always stayed.
a frolicking damsel, rejoicing with a doll's house,
immersed in reading to her heart's content,
home surrounded by fairy-tale garden
bordered with ravishing flowers fragrant.
Bring me home that nostalgic seductive aromatic scent,
of a pure innocent unforgettable mesmerizing youth
encircled by doting family, adored by admiring friends...
engrossing dreams, entrancing memory of a playful childhood.
Notes: Khus is a tall grass plant - it has a complex, earthy, woody scent similar to lemongrass, which has been valued for its aroma since ancient times. This plant originated in India, but can be found in Indonesia, Haiti. In very warm areas in India, window-coverings used to be made, using these aromatic plants, and spraying water on them.
September 28, 2021
For "Bring Me Home" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Scent of petrichor wafts on air for a while,
Under the gray clouds of a volatile sky;
Sunshine and rain crown the sky with rainbow,
Ushering the balmy breeze’s hugging blows.
Rustling leaves sway to kiss each gentle flower,
Random of marigolds shine to show this month’s wonder;
Unfolding message they send: storms never hinder,
Spectacular events await everyone in October.
Oh, how lovely to frolic under the sunshine’s rain!
Feasting birds fly to perch on my window panes.
Outside my window is a marvelous site to see,
Cheering warbles orchestrate dancing butterflies and bees.
Triumphant smiles of rushing passers- by,
On their countenance are smiles that can’t be denied.
Blissful month with God’s steadfast loving miracles,
Exuberantly invite all for a short get-together,
Ravishing repertoire rendered to you only by October.
October 2,2020 7.36pm
WINNER (SEE CONGRATS BELOW)
In luminous light tonight, beneath June's jaded moon,
a beautiful bloom stands tall against my garden wall.
So profoundly pure as to lure the pollen seekers
on those golden days when warm rays of the sun
frame its frilled beauty as dawn spills across my lawn.
Bees seize the chance to collect its sweet nectar,
as if it was Heaven sent for the fragrant floral scent
of that single long-stemmed white petaled rose.
But cut that perfect flower, I would never, ever do.
To end the length of its natural life would be a sin,
most deserving of having my hand torn by a thorn
if I dared get too close to harming this ravishing rose.
That innocent flora, that beauteous white rose chose
to grow and glow as an alabaster statue in my flower bed.
No other could possibly prevail over its pallid loveliness
when dew drops cling to her as she's gently caressed
each summer morning by fingers of the wafting wind.