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Lyricism of wisteria ruses…peacocking muses gushing tomes
Classicism flocking..roams & woos homes not garden gnomes
Colourful creepers cruising..schmoozing with boisterously blushing bricks
Spring exudes mysticism..oozes oodles of bamboozling serendipity flushing
Cherished fingers rushing freely..delivers..unctuous ravishingly rambunctious
Relished slivers lavishly lingers..embellished..proudly protrudes
Inspires rhyming platitudes about gratitude...fires fresh
Attitudes across a range of altitudes & latitudes
Sprinkling wryly of vintner's drily sparkle...ends strange debacle...
Skint stints of wily skinflint winter’s splinters..with hints of now..Spring sprints
But also somehow.. if one squints..get an inkling of change..
Glints of summer's tints slyly twinkling
Huddled among massive rocks,
at the bottom of a barren cliff,
breathing in the strongest aroma of jasmines,
watching hordes of seagulls hover over an abandoned ship;
pensively and attentively spending peaceful times by calm river,
geese see me and slowly approach me to share some of this enthralling wander!
The flow of the river is constantly intriguing,
sometimes slow, other times rushing in the manner of a surge,
making the passing barges resemble timber floating
to their unknown destination, unless the currents change
and they will be crashing on the sandy blanks to dry out and decay;
the same fate awaits the fowls when their bodies become old and die!
Rare beauty I ravishingly behold while my attention is not swayed,
the thickness of the trees won't let the eyes penetrate their wilderness beyond,
only the restless ravens know their habitat and venture themselves in those woods;
I am groped by their mystery, but I dare not enter into the untamed animal' world,
as the woodpeckers continue making their noises to scare away any possible predators...
while moans of creatures are heard: are they attacked by wild dogs, or ferocious wolves?
The glow of the descending sun diminishes and a chill pervades my body,
my Windbreaker is the perfect attire to wear, and not make me feel the breeze's coolness;
the darker colors appearing above give indication of the arrival of a spectacular sunset,
those hues change brightness, and somehow seem to vanish as clouds impose their treat...
a storm wind coming, or is nature imitating our human nature to take control of destiny,
to spoil my peaceful times by this calm river...shouldn't I be angered by their hostility?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Laced by dainty petite waltzing flowers,
listening to their soft whispers to the bees
and butterflies, my summer days were ecstatic,
eyes felt alive with vibrant colours,
my heart felt vivacious with the melody of nature.
It's time now to bid adieu to warm days,
with a spirited foliage of farewell, tiptoeing in
a veiled bride with crimson, magenta, amber…
whirling, swirling, twirling whimsical leaves
trees are decorated with, and some
sprawled creating a velvety tapestry
under the soon-to-be bare branches,
no less gorgeous than the glorious flowers
ravishingly stunning, and exquisitely opulent,
enchanting human senses, hearts and souls
erasing their bleakness and melancholy.
O fall, let this poignant lore of love wrap my imagination
forever with a faint aura of sublime feelings,
I glide through the season with an ethereal sensation,
My existence transcends into a rare celestial experience....
with burgundy, ochre, sepia, sage, scarlet.....and more!
Many are my favorite things,
but nothing is more exciting
that ravishingly beautiful sexy ladies:
those seen in a movie theater
who light up the wide screen under
the Califonia's palm trees swaying.
Marilyn Monroe was an exceptional beauty,
not to mention the elegant Audrey Hepburn,
who many times made my silly heart burn;
and what about Sophia Loren, the Italian sex-symbol,
who attracted men of all ages, and entertained them all,
right after World War II had devasted her beloved Italy?
Today there are more glamorous stars,
and Madonna is one of them for her fabulous
acting in "Evita"...and her, big blue eyes
captured the audiences as she brightly danced;
lots of folks thought she was lewd, but what other choice
did she have, if not rise to power and be admired?
Allow me to list some more sensational beauties:
Angeline Jolie with her dusky complexion and pretty eyes;
a powerful sexiness that woos audiences worldwide,
but is it her talent or sex appleal that people admire?
And finally, another gorgeous actress, July Roberts, who besides her stunning
looks, she was brilliant in, "Pretty Woman" and "My best Friend's Wedding."
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
Encircled by dainty petite waltzing flowers,
listening to their soft whispers to the bees
and butterflies, my summer days were ecstatic,
eyes felt alive with vibrant colours,
My heart felt vivacious with the sonata of nature.
A spirited foliage of farewell begins its journey,
a veiled bride tiptoeing in with crimson, magenta,
amber…whirling, swirling, twirling whimsical leaves
trees are adorned with, and some
sprawled creating a velvety tapestry
under soon-to-be bare branches,
no less gorgeous than the glorious flowers
ravishingly stunning, and exquisitely opulent,
enchanting human senses, hearts and souls.
Reminisce leaves of my life with
fond heartache, memories both delightful
and agonizing flood my mind, springtime of life
gradually turns into days of grey wisdom,
scars are healed by nature's calming bountiful deliverence,
glide through the season with an ethereal sensation,
existence transcends into a rare melodious composition.
Life's a mystical odyssey - every chapter brings unexpected
twists and turns, with ups and downs at every step
comes the revelation of changing colours,
fading hues, slowly returning to the soil
where we arrived from, to a final
ultimate plight to eternity,
Like fallen Autumn leaves...
saffron,
chestnut,
burgundy,
sage....and more!
ENVIRONMENT
entrenched
ancient
a songlike
environment
concealed
then
discovered
literally
to illustrate
the
delights
now focused
once forgotten
once silent
now
underlined
an exchange
slicing
spilling
liquid light
to reflect
this vein
of landscape
so
ravishingly
clad
to
climb
the
hillside
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.
Copyright © Brian Strand
I have no Lord!
I'm in no God!
Oh, I'm the punishment of the opened pains,
the cursed in the blessed world for the bragging
here in the inn of heart
the holy wine glass
filled with burning coal;
I drink it ravishingly as well as ravenously
I'm going to die
death kisses me mirthfully
I regain the life of humiliation
Oh, no mortification of thought
cuddling me
here I'm the me, Sin Refugee
wandering port to city
known to unknowingly
no home I make
on the dew of arum leaf
shining more than rising sun
but after a while much burn
I'm in the burned heart
burning odour I'm in the ghost
likely most living in death
-27/11/19 CTG, BD
When first I peered deep into her eyes,
My heart was completely besieged,
By her colour, her trance, her all in between,
Her book I would happily read,
So I steadied my ship, parked on a seat,
And looked at all that I liked,
And gazed at each little feeling of free,
Yet her book stayed closed through the night,
And when I awoke all I could see was her glow,
Her book cover was all I required,
Her beautiful free, emotive kiosk,
While her page would not open wide,
This ravishingly gorgeous beautiful girl,
She displayed a beautiful show,
But I never opened and read in her book,
Who she is I never will know.
ALLUSION OF A FIRST TIME THIEF
Though every moment was ravishingly awesome and thrilling.
Just like a sobbing child under the warm embrace of his mother.
That was a moment that sends pulse round my nerves.
That moment that I was short of words but just jerks in my waist
Every second was electrifying.
And every move so terrific
I may not be able to sound specific
As every spot was magnetic
But I must confess it all seem volcanic
Like the first hunt of a cub
To every chance it wanted to run
To him it was just a mere fun
But only the father knows when to turn
He the the master and also prolific
Was an ecstasy to sip the juice without a cup
Though seem like I wanted to rob
Taking few seconds to take a rub
Wasting no time to take a gulp
Still wish to pick straight from the pot.
But still settle for my lot
( FM CONCEPTUAL)
After being bitten by a ravishingly hot Alien,
My body’s now host to her aphrodisiac Blood,
This tale is Cautionary to lustrous Vampires,
For indeed will not do your manhood any good,
I’ve become a guy of debauchery and Trickery,
A specialist in female vampish Abduction,
Just one drop of my venom, their Paralysed,
And Halloween is perfect for toxic seduction,
Unaware when I kiss them I’m actually Feasting,
But Diabolical side effects, take a pointed toll,
When finished must get home before sunrise,
Damn coffin lid won’t close, needs a glory hole.
Halloween Challenge Poetry Contest
10/21/2020
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
10 word challenge in order
stated below,
No placement N/A
alien, blood, cautionary, vampires, trickery, abduction, paralyzed ,Halloween, feasting, diabolical