Long Rotunda Poems

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Encroaching Darkness

Sea of blue drifts to a balmier port of call
Last satiating beams from soaring canopy sprawl
From distant, seamless divide swarthy portents fall 
Nearer, a blood orange ridge ballasts spiralling ball
A mercurial prism swaggers on horizon as flittering shades draw
Satin clouds now tinged with streaks of gray into the porous rotunda withdraw 
Twilight's encroaching shadows the availing light doth pall
As dusk's ashen shroud spreads its bleary shawl
Gilded eagles through the vapid recess trawl
Slowly Night's inky jets across the airy expanse do scrawl
As Sailor's moon from the darken undertow doth crawl
Anon, twinkling sprites appear each prancing freely in designated stall 
A galaxy of flood lights dancing blithely in sable hall
Form: Rhyme


secret Mountain Rescue - the Return -

Dances with eagles in skinny oxygen
Silence is regal, time is an abstract
I humbly look up, at your majestic existence
So still, so cold, so proud, but so much like me…
So timid in the slap of the Northern winds
So in love with love
So much shaken by earthquakes of Human Nature grinning in colliding 
plateaus with deep faults.
In the blind of darkness I only have your secret, inner warmth
Lava of our Souls perforates geological barriers, 
Layer after layer of memories of past lives…remember?
Our underwater games, the Raising above our Black Sea level
The playful puffs of steaming magma cooling off dreams into Reality…

I see dances of eagles shooed by a deafening propeller
I float in a basket above you: I AM THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD !!!
…and I can fly in the eternity and beyond!!!
You remain smiling coldly , nostalgically still, endlessly Majestic
As I become smaller, and smaller, and smaller
In a minuscule Black Hole where mountains become Gods
As I turn into a still, cold, and proud abstract 
in the Rotunda of my childhood Gardens back home…

for John's Contest

Royal Ocelot Island


    Raft branch buoyed in canopy crossroad 
    Ocelot pillow paws rail rainforest rotunda 
    Yataghan claws trail trunk, track cathode
    Assailant arouse pounces, stiff tail rudder
    Lithe, while night looms, lightspeed silent


    Ogling exotic shores - she yanks anchor
    Centipede nimble Queen needs her tiara 
    Evermore adorned, baubles bean arabica 
    Lustrous pearl dozes on dark décolletage
    Opulent moon mother of tides, sly tyrant
    Tortures subordinates to claim her island
  

    Iridescent iris treasure hunt sailor ocelot 
    Spotted sea captain keeps snake for halo
    Lapis lazuli exclusively steers royal yacht
    Asphyxiating prey, Casper crouch lay low
    Navigating her way to throne, puss pirate 
    Drapes cashmere ears in conquest crown




         Nautical Nineteenth November
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Tooting My Own Horn

I don't like to brag, but I've seen it all
The virginal Springs, the legends of Fall
Where whispering pines, meet towering peaks
And raging rivers, raise babbling creeks

A fresh forest glade, festooned with fauna
Hot bubbling waters, nature's own sauna
Swam the Tasman Sea, hiked along the Nile
Even met a wretch, walking "his" green mile

Once I played the Met, and jammed with the Stones 
Then won a big bet, while rolling the bones 
Met the self-righteous, who claims to be right 
And basked with the meek, who shines a true light

From Rome's Rotunda and Phlegraean Fields
To Chinese lanterns and Japanese shields
Sailed the Seven Seas, been around the Horn
Watched a nation die, watched a nation born. 

I've seen followers and leaders of men
I've met the Pope, forgiving my sin
Saw too many rich, degrading the poor
I've stood at Hell's gate, passed through Heaven's door

I've traveled the moon, the stars in the sky
I've charmed the Devil, making Angels cry
Like I said before, I don't like to brag
Here's a toast to ME, waving my own flag!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Rinkydinks: Volume 2

Q: Who is the current Chief of Staff?
A: The resident President.

Q: What is an old, lame, deaf, half-blind Sherlock Holmes?
A: A defective detective.

Q: Who is the magician who ate all the pasta when no one was looking?
A: The linguini Houdini.

Q: What is a day in the life depiction of the First Family on view in the rotunda of the White House?
A: An Obama diorama.

Q: What is a doctor who operates on a big fish to remove the roe?
A: A sturgeon surgeon.

Q: What disease did the star of "Veep" get from drinking unbottled water when she was in India?
A: Julia Louis-Dreyfus typhus.

Q: What is a debutante dance for snakes, alligators, etc.?
A: A reptilian cotillion.

Q: How do people in third-world countries view America's "open door" policy?
A: As an immigration invitation.

Q: Selfridge's was a fine example of what kind of department store?
A: A Victorian emporium.

Q: Where would you be if you found yourself trapped between this world and another?
A: In dimension suspension.
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Premium Member Yesterday's Kerfuffle

At the capitol rotunda
Two senators faced off on
Gun rights versus oversight
Each side bunkered in
Intractable, their way to win
Sharp tongued irate debate
Open thinking went kerplunk

Head to head, noses pressing
Like two rams rutting
One grabbed a neck
The other ruffled hair
Both leaned into a scrum
Onlookers aghast

Heavy breathing, jackets flung
Ties askew, faces flushed
Veins a popping
Fists were clenched, my heart pounding
Spit and foam tossed about
Two old mad dogs yelping

Spin left once, then spin right
Round and round these two locked
Like a chopper blade taking off
Leather shoes and legs flyin'
Scuffing on slippery rotunda floor
Lots have slithered across before

Muffled echoes off the walls
Don't think a punch was thrown
Guards ran in to break the spin
Pull the swirl apart
Just like a gooey sticky bun
'Cept it weren't no fun

Hands grasping foe to foe
Darts of insults still flashing
Reddened eyes, teeth gnashing
Heads adjoined they'd go

Caught their breath, stood up straight
Falling back into friendly hands
Mumbled shards yet flying
They walked away slumping
Like two Humpty Dumptys
Disheveled putting themselves together

Each insisting they were "kerrect"
With hastened breath
I saw it all unfold
Watchers shuffling in doubt
As they usually do

It was a war, weren't no spat
They'll never forget, count on that
See it all on the evening news
Did it change each other's views?
Can we ever talk civilly?
Common Ground is the Solution
 
So that was yesterday's kerfuffle
Adjudicated by muscle
© Greg Gaul  Create an image from this poem.

Forest Glade

         Twig twists intersect then spread victory
         Receptors sprout cat waving paws
         Fold fruit bowl foliage, branch tributary 
         Lump eye timber columns support

 
         Steer me clear of thatch caged cluster
         Cheerleader twirling ribbons sizzle
         Shifted to soft focus forest, fairy dusted
         In drifting dandelion seed celestial 
         
         
          Thrown down overlap of toasty tobacco
          Crinkle constant joke cracked faces 
          Humour grants razor slim grasses tackle
          Unused nests during seasons' phases
          
   
          Basket interweave splice strap sun poke
          Probes timid shade a radiating halo
          Lathered limbs in blossom shampoo soak
          Crown me neath ghostly citrine glow

 
          Sombre trots towards her restful rotunda 
          Floating pollen fluff Snugglepot ego
          Fingers spring flags of woodland wonder 
          Grip ant gazette trail to safe gazebo





             6th March
             Exists in the middle
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Love Nostalgia Epilogue

Written: May 2nd, 2024

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Quixotic quest quiddity
As dusk sapidity emerges, 
Casting a shadow 
Weeping waves smash 
in foamy scatters; 
seraphic strophic sojourn 
groans in a gossamer gaunt
Arid shadows fade. 
In a hazy blur, 
emptiness lingers. 
Shorebirds console each other. 
in epicedes of 
velvety whispers 
and elusive sighs. 
Horizon amid 
cinereous graffiti of 
tear-stained threnody and 
raven blooms.  
 
It breaks my heart, too
with crimson, auric, and 
plum, plum, purple wings, 
why haven't you 
returned 
to me in spring? 
to our moon-smeared love
& diaphanous elixir
amethyst kisses of 
emerald ablaze,
spiraling in seductive 
sapphire scarlet sounds,
Your love, a fiery flow
Flames aflame, 
with gemstones aglow.

Dark ideas settle in
my head is akin to 
a tombstone,  
Obstructing—my judgment
early hours are lost
in the fog, 
their significance dimmed
I succumb to allure
of nightfall and 
I shut my eyes. 
Acquiesce to inquiry 
in heaven, each flower
boasts a mirror
to inveigle into each valley,  
Beneath a sky of 
countless clouds;
quaint lodge stands out, 
surrounded 
by a myriad of 
shimmering ponds 
capture a vast expanse 
of coastlines.
Uncharted shores, 
where vessels veered
toward vast seas, 
untrodden by any praxis   
 
As twilight falls,
coastlines curve in a crescendo
across horizon.
Cloaking hill peaks in mist.
loquacious verbosity
recognized in wisdom 
beyond spectrum of 
circumlocution.
In a flurry of 
fading flowers,
faith-filled fields, &
fugacious felicity. 
Snare drum rotunda 
somberly chimes
within a forest, 
Its dulcet echos rhyme.   
 
We've wandered down 
curious trails
basking in the sun 
warm embrace; 
In depths of shadows, 
We've sought with fear, 
an ambient arena,  
vast and near. 
Unveiling a shore infinite, 
In an abyss where 
every heart resides.
With its boundless skies
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Cabernet Wings

Cabernet wings fluttering
   in a house of mirrors.
      The rotunda of cheers,
   just below the lip,
above the murkiness
      of a hospitality sip.
         Double dip nights,
   halfway through
conversation of the past;
   the sate of emotional till;
         tears flutter unexpectedly.
      Wings of quietude,
coalesce inside the glass,
   humoring an aunt and niece.
      Chasing away this insect-bird,
this apparition of Green Valley.
         Kin covers the glasses
   with smiles, lips and palms.
         Harrowing moments attach 
   themselves to memories,
cleverly; the moment itself
      vanishes, or does it remain
         an infinity ring,
   a nimbus of forever light
         and love in a holy place.

Journey Through Time

Time journeyed through the seasons sublime 
Brokered days the trellis of life did climb 
Tendered hours but grainy shards without rhyme 
Token minutes spindled through the hour glass of time   
Each tenuous second garnering only a passing stime 
Bartered moments the continuum of existence did wantonly prime 

Availing sky's porous rotunda filtered each, ageless ream through spectrum so fine 
The hoary sun spilled it's vision into each, vacuous line 
Gilded moon, celestial mariner did shadowy expanse twine 
Bended stars, twinkling sprites from stealthy perch did antediluvian streams re-align 
Primeval planets in their sanctioned orbits perpetuity did assign
Form: Rhyme

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