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Awestruck in its grandeur, acquiescing to mystic of refulgence up high,
Exalted I feel, lauding designs iridescent, upon sapphire blue sky;
As I listen to birdsongs, reverberating missives of sensuous eventide,
Reminiscing in titillation of love, wishing you were here, by my side.
Rippling currents strum, rhythms of river rushing, burbling nearby,
When flocks of birds glide above, swooping and swirling, as they fly;
Where decaying-day dons amber dye, as it slows the reign of time,
Glinting aureate themes of twilight, blushing reveries of eve sublime.
Cotton clouds on opaline fabric, embellish crown of mountain peak,
As sunbeams waltz, with twirling leaves, playing hide-and-seek;
To music of whispers-soft, emanating from tender melodies of breeze,
In sync with mood of eve-romantic, dancing with the rustling trees.
Vying enlightenment of self-actualization, I lie in quietude, supine,
Harboring instincts of erudite mind, dwelling in teachings divine;
Subjugating thoughts unwise, as fuchsia tinges dot magenta skyline,
Where dream-scapes of you and I, on rosy arc of dusk entwine.
Beckoned by your presence-seductive, beaming an esoteric smile,
Your silhouette in yonder revels, flaunting allure of feelings fertile;
Where together we rejoice realms of stars, blissful under moonlight,
As, Venus, the goddess of love, confers upon us a romantic night.
6 Feet under...
Six feet under! Six feet under! Six feet under!
Oh no! l am not James Dean, l aint going to die whilst
the curse of youth is flowing though me like thunder to Thor.
Six feet under! Six feet under! Six feet under! Yes l must return to dust
my demise hard to escape but the devil is a liar! Young at heart , my
heart on my sleeve ready to fly my wings are ready for take off.
Six feet under! Six feet under! Six feet under! l appreciate the oxygen
l inhale from the trees of knowledge on daily basis. My body rusts but never my soul , forever young.
Six feet under! Six feet under! Six feet under! The Reaper ready like John Wick to take me out....well the sad part is eventually he will take whats his thus l am utilizing time for l do not know how much time l got left. Tick tock! the whistle of refulgence shall set me free , for now l am to live for life is for the living.
All will be missed but lucky for us for we shall eventually take a break from this tearjerker voyage.
Refuse to die young! Fetch your life....
Icicles on leaves and branches of trees
They begin to melt down bit by bit
Rays of sunlight appears, as winter cease
Freezing air fades, as glow of sun increase
Squirrels, rabbits run wild and free
Birds of various speed soaring high
Their mellifluous tweets, a melody
Piebald butterflies dancing merrily
Leafless, lifeless trees in healthy living
Colorful buds of daffodils, magnolias around
Their natural beauty, a wonder, stately astounding!
Rain falls, softening the earth as new shoots abounds!
Frozen grasses before, now stilled with energy light
Blossoms as well, humbled with new beginning
Seeds scattered rises as in springs
Snows gone, as sun's refulgence a revering bright
03/03.2014
2:19 am
I thought about you today.
Your eyes like the sea in fall.
Your body tall and strong.
Your passion.
Thoughts about you today.
Mind vibrant with thoughts..questions.
Souls dripping with desire.
You're mine.
Not to control or contain.
To love.
In sentiment..
Our chemistry completes my essence.
I soak up the desire you feel for me..
never have I felt before.
Refulgence is in our kiss..our touch.
Our hearts beat together..
surrounded by the light.
Intellection's of you today..
Our Lords gift to one another.
We complete the circle of Love..
A circuit without an ending.
Thankful..but so grateful..
to experience Gods Gift.
N ature sings, and
A pril sweetly breathes life to
T ender buds on trees. . . and from
I nside the fertile womb
O f earth,
N ew seedlings' heads emerge,
A wakened by their mother's song, nourished by the sun of
L uminous blue skies and by the season's showers.
P oets too join in, composing
O des as overtures to Spring.
E latedly. . . . enchantingly,
T hey conjure imagery by
R aining words resounding with the essence of refulgence
Y earned for in Winter's icy depths.
M elancholy flees before the scent of
O leander blooms and lilac sprigs.
N othing quite inspires like this wonderful yet
T ransitory time that poets'
H earts and souls respond to, echoing Mother Earth in rhyme!
For the APRIL 2017 PREMIER CONTEST any form- theme max of 25 lines Contest of Brian Strand
As a pebble from a rough rock, my existence began.
Did I, devoid of destiny, have a peculiar plan?
I was caught between the caves of waves and tricky boulders.
The sun over the seashores was not less than a smoulder.
Haphazardly, with nothing of my gleeful goal, I flowed
Amidst coarseness, a ray of refulgence from within glowed.
Hazardous hardships of grinding and gravelling I bore
Priceless perfection, yet, passionately possessed my core
Twisted, turned, and tossed, my hard edges got softened and smoothed.
Indeed, there were moments too, when, by sea waves, I got soothed.
I am strong now. I'm bright and shining like a sparkling gem.
Shreds of sun and moon hide between the bold folds of my hem.
How I am joyous when I am in a child's tender hold!
How grimness grills my heart when, by a merchant, I am sold!
Ups and downs are parts of process my existence, I know.
This is why I don't fear when in streams like a leaf I flow.
I am humble even when I look tall, fat, high, or wide.
In the process of my becoming, I have lost my pride.
As every being or nonbeing, I too might be gone.
Isn't life a bon voyage from the known to the unknown?
In refulgence of the heavens above, where you are,
Amidst blissful angels, O, you are my northern star,
As I ruminate of selfless love, fond memories impart,
Emanating from treasured affections in my heart.
You are my hero, my holy guide, on this journey of life,
My endearing smile, soothing sufferings of strife,
Blossoming my dreams in your embrace sublime
With grace enamored, through tribulations of time.
Your teachings of morality, as earnestly I revere,
In your righteous footsteps, I endeavor to steer,
Feeling your presence, when every win, you still cheer,
Seeing me rejoice, O, you too shed a happy tear!
When I am gripped in grief, my mother, I hear you cry,
With every breath of my anguish, how you too sigh;
And when I am feeling lost, you are the guiding light,
Guarding me from harm, you are my gallant knight.
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Pages of albums now bequeath, the venerable you,
Honoring gift of your love quite inimitable and true,
Reminiscing in elation, keepsake memoirs renew,
As embers of your benevolence reignite spirits anew.
Keanu Reeves as John Wick
I am John Wick .No lam not weak....l just need a week to see myself win.
I am different so is my mission , lam talking vision no intimidation this is my intuition....l can feel the sun shining my dark paths already.
I dream in color ...Future so bright the demons of yesterday dead.... buried and gone.....now here we are seeking for refulgence, redemption , salvation the Lord's supper! He wept for Saul how do l repay such?
Your love my shield!
Your voice my campus!
I am a sinner , a Reaper , a Ninja , a Beggar , a Fisherman...l just need to see, open my sight so l can fly.