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Turning sun's touch realign and tilt
Languid brooks scarce compete with hardy
The breeze of ease reposing and tardy
As debutants of summer seem to wilt
Forests draped in glorious orange dress
Bestows blessings upon the autumn bride
Fancy June too fickle for October pride
Her harvest of bounty demands to impress
Sunsets richer, night loon serenade
Moon more crisp, crickets chirp brisk
Romancing in red is worth the risk
As waterfalls of leaves cascade
In this palette of color Mother Earth grants
The year closes on a gift of wonder
Living blaze before cold ices under
These painted weeks of Picasso, of Rembrandt-
9/5/18
For Dear Heart's "Enclosed Rhyme" contest
In a world bejeweled
with tainted trinkets,
and feigned flowers,
we follow the
wailing waves below
whirling wind,
like secluded silhouettes,
stranded on the
cusp of chaos,
unable to find the sparkling
streak of hyacinth hope-
between dusk and dawn.
Perhaps there is a
reason why I stopped
rewriting runes with
cashmere conclusions,
as I’ve long been
dreaming of dahlias,
on weathered willows,
oblivious to the
dancing rays
of rising sun swiftly
cascading like
caramel confetti.
I am like the
sleepless ocean,
letting the
fleeting phases
of bewitching moon
lure floating sapphires;
pushing and pulling
my insomniac tides
with turquoise triggers,
as the inner-child
continues to sail
through tumultuous seas,
healing from
the trauma I’ve been fed,
concocted with
raspberry ruins,
from silver spoons,
on dulcet trays.
I’ve tasted poison
in the fruitiest of cocktails,
although the flavors
of life remain
a mystery within a fickle
game of chess,
incomplete
and unattainable.
I search for a sanctuary
where peace lilies sprout,
beneath the eclipsed horizon,
blindfolding my third eye,
as I waltz through astral
spheres to reach
an elysian dimension.
Amidst unanswered questions
hanging like
unsolvable equations,
for all that I’ve believed
was but a myth concealed
in illusory amulets,
bruising my inner psyche,
preventing me
from seeing beyond.
Yet the morning sky
convinces me to
reconsider and realign,
as the whimsical breeze
whispers in a soft cadence:
the Universe is infinite,
so am I.
This pink granite
heart is as vast as
the spring-hills with
deepest of falls,
prevailing traces of
my silenced voice.
And when mauve clouds
kissed my frail fingers,
I remembered how stars
do not need our touch,
to unravel fate laced in
citrine dust,
Like how I breathe-
lavender love,
within me,
leaving no blood
in my veins but poetry-
flowing as the poem
of pearlescent tomorrows,
through thin
sangria streams,
in daisy dialects.
So who am I~
but a mere dot on a
faceless canvas,
an echo of your rosy rhymes,
an incomplete verse with
complex metaphors,
weaving woes in
sunflower silence..
She basks in the golden glow,
Draped in sunlight, ready for the show.
Empty laughter fills the evening air,
Her dreams alight, she doesn’t care.
Twirling in silk, adorned with lace,
Capturing moments that can’t be erased.
The world’s her stage, the city her muse,
The awaited golden hour, she can’t afford to lose.
Just a block down,
Another woman weeps,
Through crowded streets, she weaves,
Where hope has been denied
And promises deceived.
Her heart heavy as the golden hour strikes,
Burdened by night, searching for solace
Whose bed will she share for tonight
As they both glance up at the tie-dyed sky.
The other’s pout parts,
The other lets out a weary sigh.
One basks in warmth, while the other hides,
For the golden hour decides.
Their fates so different
Two lives entwined in a fleeting hour,
One finds bliss, the other her power
The sun sets low, casting shadows,
Skin tan and glistening
While the other is pasty and sallow
The starlet hopes to shine
The trick dreads tomorrow
Their paths entwine in the golden hour,
Where both their worlds realign.
Beauty blooms in the midst of chaos,
Unfolding petals where storms collide.
Scented flowers push through thorny bushes,
Their fragrance lingering, soft yet undenied.
A single light pierces vast darkness,
Steady and small, yet bravely bright,
Reminding every weary heart this:
Where there is a will, there is a way through the night.
So be that whispered light that gently strays,
Shying the shadows with quiet grace,
Turning stumbling blocks to stepping stones,
And making ordinary moments a warm embrace.
Imagine the humor in the grand design—
How thorns defend the rose’s hidden art,
How one small spark can realign
The heaviest burdens of a troubled heart.
In chaos, beauty finds its clever stage,
A subtle victory, never loud or grand,
Where even darkness yields to quiet rage
Of hope that blooms and takes a stand.
Hold fast, for every trial has its end,
And you, dear soul, can be the light that bends
The darkest hour toward a brighter bend—
A whispered glow the whole world comprehends.
Speak not to me of infatuation
of giddiness in glorified array
dark petals of the rose in weeping fall
blood red to shriveled black in slow decay
Speak not the words that “time will heal all wounds”
Leave me for I shall fade as petals do
never to know renewal of blooms blush
condemned to a forever love of you
Soft whispers of awakening deceive
love’s heart with crimson tint upon the black
tend the simmering spark that would ignite
a flame to realign a passion’s lack
Speak not to me of infatuation
While I’m consumed in its conflagration
©9/5/2018
for Sour Grapes Poetry Contest
There's a fire starting,
Burning deep within.
Tumbling structures,
Of complex design.
Crumbling the fabric,
Of your mind.
A? reality you define,
Programs to redesign,
Morals to realign,
Balance is divine.
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Growing our fire inside,
Flame's making their mark,
Spirit feigning its spark.
Being so connected,
While so far apart.
Coming from the heart,
We start.
Adding the fuel,
Gaining our strength,
Preparing the dual.
Each individual,
Doing their part.
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Add your piece,
To the beast,
Together now,
Let's release,
T houghts of love,
A blaze of peace.
Filling the skies,
Silencing the cries,
Scorching evil,
From our eyes.
Realize, Energize,
The Phoenix is on the rise.
Soft is my heart's yearning when Spring appears
She enters regally adorned in green
Awaits the ascending moments of cheers
Whether flowers with bees or those unseen
Sun's morning dress is a garment of white
To enhance Spring's beauty of Nature's bloom
And still, the long darkness as days turn bright
Bury Winter in its seasonal tomb
Spring enters and leaves Winter's grave behind
When billowing clouds and blue skies unite
The world's alive, the seasons realign
As flowers of Spring begin to ignite
To see the beauty of Nature come in
To welcome each Spring in the heart again
5/3/20 Spring Rhyme Poetry Contest
sponsored by Emile Pinet
uplift
my heart
dispel
distress
cast off
despair
begone
music tingle
my spine
emotions
realign
half dreaming
...dulcet
slow
gently awake
'twixt night
& reality
still
in no man's
land
now engaged
open
ascending
higher&
higher
presto
spinning
round&
around
escalate
&wait
a repeat
unfolds
phrase
by
phrase
skates
then
slides
stirring
into
action
continuous
exhilaration
echos
on repeat
from
edifices
of sound
strings
that sing
harmonized
into one
played
breathtakingly
fast
dispel
my disquieting
thoughts
I feel there's something missing,
My thoughts are sputtering, spitting,
Whirlwinds spinning.
The debris, twisting me,
I'm getting dizzy.
My twirling personality,
Is now angry and spacey.
My inner vision blurry,
And my head is achy.
Who am I suppose to be?
All alone, Empty,
Just One, among the many.
Here, seeking GOD'S company.
I'm waiting for you to talk to me,
As I begin breathing peacefully.
Eyes closed, Sitting silently,
I imagine serenity,
As a deep blue sea,
Outstretched before me.
The waves roll in calmly,
Balancing my energy.
Thoughts churning slowly,
Turning the Key,
Letting me see,
My true ability,
And setting me free.
Always striving to be,
The better part of me.
Earning a higher degree,
In the Realms of Mystery.
Putting an end to the misery,
That has littered our history.
A whole new clarity,
To Spirituality.
Redesign your reality,
Redefine Humanity,
Realign our Family.
PLEASE,
STOP the Insanity.
Return to unity,
The ONE,
We were Meant to be.
REQUIEM-A STRUCTURED PROSE
Nothing moves,silence, echos of
voices,the past awakes!Faces
appear,then depart!A tear trickles
slowly,the music plays,faintly.
Emotion erupt,again!
Regret whispers,in pain!
MEMORIES-A STRUCTURED PROSE
Memories surface,a requiem of
sounds,heaving emotions realign,
words recalled speak volume from
deep within , and live again on a trail
of nows then wash nostalgia’s face
with random spontaneity from
the unconscious mind.The house
full of yesterdays,books that filled
wet Wednesdays,cross-stitched hours
upon the wall.Eclectic collected
moments,sentiments,priceless,unique
and irreplaceable,this smell of love
percolating into endless tomorrows.
ADIEU-A STRUCTURED PROSE
To write my thoughts,to listen
and to see and let these feelings
outward fly.Unfettered dreams as
white clouds upon a summer sky.
Experiences re-lived,evoked from
shaded tones,no longer trapped,
but,by you dear reader,now set free.
Adieu, no more again sweet love to
know,no more,no more will love be mine.
AFTERWORD-A STRUCTURED PROSE
We forget so easily life’s reality,
vulnerable,alone we stay transfixed
by memory,frayed.Musings of the
mind,experience,past&present
lingers long.A reality that ebbs
and flows as morning mist.Just
out of reach shadows persist
circumstance moves on,twenty-four
hours remain a day.Our times change,
inside we stay the same,as players
not spectators in the game.
Listen to me read these structured prose on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro