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I stared enrapt and enamored as twilight took hold,
mesmerized as the meadow shimmered in gold.
Dusk dimmed and gave way to the moon,
as she took her throne on this ebon night.
I was enchanted by movements that caught my eye.
Gilded lights that glimmered and glowed,
hovering to and fro over the glade.
They seemed to come alive once twilight faded,
mysteriously moving as if wee faeries
were parading all about.
An army of diminutive dancers,
they seemed to me to be,
waltzing beneath a pallid moon
to a sweet song from nightingales
trilling a torchlight tune.
It was a summertime symphony,
a serenade in an open-air glen
illuminated by fireflies
flickering their way to the fen.
Merrily, they fluttered
in flight on tiny will-O'-the wisp wings
Little lanterns in the night sky,
luminous kites untethered by strings.
O' how I yearned to walk among them
in hopes they would alight on me.
What a delightful experience
that would have proven to be.
But I dare not move an inch
for fear I'd cause a colossal tragedy.
Not one fragile lightning sprite
did I want to frighten
with alarm nor risk the size of me
would bring even one of them harm.
Too soon, to my chagrin,
I was all alone in the meadow.
A sudden cloud burst, and rain began to pour.
I found myself wishing the firefly fairytale
would've lasted a few minutes more.
Gone, the swarm of twinkling amber lights.
They'd disappeared in the blink of my eyes.
"Fly, little fireflies. Off into the sky."
I sighed and with whispered breath I said,
"Perhaps we'll soon meet again
when you dance beneath a pallid moon."
"When I hear an angelic voice whispering in my ear,
my fears and worries disappear." ~ by poet
Angels could outshine moonlight, I've been told
Joyously, they sing praises all night long
Divine serenade 'til the sky turns gold
Angelic voices raised in revered song
Heavenly seraphs, nobly clad in white
Myriads strong, humbly mesmerizing
I'd be privileged to behold the sight
Bowing low before the Day Star rising
Treasured gift if I were allowed to hear
Solemn, I'd stand, not whispering a sound
In lyrical chorus, their timbre clear
Guardian angels, hovering around
In the presence of this celestial choir,
Faith would be rekindled like flames of fire.
Wake me, the owl, when the moon does rise
and his golden beams illuminate the skies,
when the darkness flees and the time just flies
and the cold, crystal stars twinkle in our eyes.
Nothing could keep me from basking in your glow
not lightning, not thunder, not even rain or snow,
I'm not moving from my branch, so let the winds blow
his crescent smile is never lost, this I surely know.
So easily the moon enchants and takes me by the wing
which causes my heart to flutter, and serenade and sing,
The daytime sun does not possess the charm that he can bring
when under his nightly influence, you can imagine anything.
Still, no dream can entice me to sleep in a little late
and miss the wonder of the moment, O, I cannot wait,
to see him there hurrying along, not to miss a date
then up above the hills to meet me at my wooden gate.
I'll wait right here, nestled up high in the maple tree
where you will hear my echoed call, but hardly ever see,
a little, lonesome night owl is what I will always be
when the moon does rise, just promise you'll wake me.
Written on February 6th, 2016
Owls Personification Contest
In the crepuscular embrace, where day and night entwine,
Dances a spectral ballet, in a twilight so divine.
Shadows caress the amber light, where contrasts boldly play,
An ephemeral bridge suspended, between the night and day.
A gentle breeze whispers tales, through the boughs with ease,
Leaves rustle with soft retorts, a symphony amongst the trees.
Birds etch their silhouette, against a sky of blended hue,
As stars begin their twinkle, amidst the darkening blue.
Veil of night descends slow, as the sun dips out of sight,
Yet, in this fleeting moment, nature orchestrates the light.
Crickets begin their serenade, as nocturnal eyes aglow,
In the twilight’s spectral dance, life's quieter rhythms flow.
The moon, a silvery sentinel, watches with gentle grace,
Illuminating the darkened world, with a soft and subtle face.
In the stillness of the transition, every creature takes a part,
An ensemble of existence, beating with Earth’s endless heart.
Oh, the stories that are whispered, in the gentle twilight air,
Of creatures, love, and nature’s pulse, spoken everywhere.
Let us linger in this dance, where light and dark entwine,
And treasure these transient moments, in the tapestry of time.
Wisdom’s words are being whispered
like the wind, sounds carry far,
excited words, blessed and dear.
Secrets voiced under willow trees
secrets about peonies and ants.
Vivid voices, I overhear.
Where moons and stars shine at midday;
children are not restricted by the norm
Bugs and flowers star in paradise’s play.
Nighttime shadows never fall,
for spirits fenced within God’s pale.
Artists called children fashion clay
into notions way beyond adult eyes.
They serenade past the outside walls
of prison halls that hold adults in place.
Conversation with imaginary friends;
sidesplitting laughter fills the air
as they say good-bye with swift embrace.
July 8, 2019
Verse A Favoured Theme Any Form Poetry Contest by Brian Strand
Gorgeous Brady was only ten
when he grabbed an old violin,
which belonged to his wealthy grandpa
Jacob and started playing, " Lacrimosa.
Some chords sounded too awkward,
he persisted and finally got them right;
why did he play that song never heard?
Had he in mind a sweet serenade night?
Brady didn't show a sign of boredom,
but continued playing with confidence,
the small theater was missing an audience;
he didn't mind, he wasn't seeking stardom.
One could hear his impeccable passion through his music,
the notes were loud and shook the clock's pendulum;
his speed picked up a dramatic, operatic momentum...
a chorus of Ooh's Oh's would make it sound angelic.
" Bravo! " A well-dressed man stepped forward,
Brady stared at him and smiled for the compliment,
" May I know the name of this genius imitating Mozart?"
" I'm Brady and I live in the cobblestone building."
" Then you must be Jacob's nephew: the owner of the theater! "
Brady nodded and shook the maestro's hand sensing its power;
would you like to team up with Mark the orchestra pianist?
He agreed and went on to became a famous violinist!
Written: February 22, 2024
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I love the gentle rains of spring
falling with felicity as they sing.
A symphony of sweet romance
Clamor to“Come out and dance”
So, I shall join the raindrops there
While pirouetted through the air
As rain rolls and returns, I'll sway
As they perform an aerial ballet
The rain will bear a rhythmic beat
On the pavement squishy and sweet
We shall twirl a tango at nature ball
Whilst the sparkling waters mildly fall
Afterward, when the skies start to clear
And the epic dancing is utterly here
I accompany the newly formed rainbow
Raindrops shifting offer a serenade show
Yet, their call will resound in my ears
As supple showers start to fall as tears
Until then, my emotions will remain
The delight of dancing through the rain
EMBERS
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In the still of the night, a smoky haze glows bright,
To the ash urn's delight, a dance of shadows takes flight.
Tendrils of smoke swirls & twirls, a celestial waltz unfurls,
A duet of fire and air, a sight beyond compare.
Weaving in a delicate trance, a dreamy sight's cadence,5
Mesmerized tango of fiery romance, in a spiral-like dance.
The air is filled with a sultry allure, as cigarette burn pure.
A dance of two in shadows deep, bond of smoke to keep.
The flames flicker & sway, like dancers in the moon's soft ray,
A melody of ashes drifts, in the quiet of the night's mist.¹°
As the cigarette burns slow, its vapours in a graceful flow,
A tango of light & shadow, in the urn's silent hollow.
Watch as the smoke spirals high, painting whispers in the sky,
Let the night be a canvas wide, like a child's blank mind,
For the pas de deux of smoke & light, in it graceful delight.¹5
The waltz of vapours tonight, serenade starry sight,
A dance of beauty in the hazy night, enfire the cigarette's might.
A ballet of ephemeral grace, in this hidden sacred space.
For in this moment's fleeting sigh, a beauty that will never die,
The flames of a lit cigarette, in the urn's solemn silhouette.²°
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?24th March 2024.
she get off by what she's wearing
I like her best with nothing on
she'll forever tickle my fancy
long as I can keep her in my arms
whats the need to go out dancing
we can do it here at home
a specail night with such decription
is just you and I alone
Concerts coming we rehearsed singing
I sang her a serenade
the background singing hummed do whu swinging
til I cued them to sing
I got all caught up in the dancing
I stumbled from line to line
my lady stepped in for me
got my back on track and in line
what this fussing about this being fancy
when the nights with you
I love the audeince we're entertaining
keeps us fresh and all renewed
Weathered tree
Silence speaks;
Vibrant wisdom
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Dark night
Rainy interlude;
Noisy cicadas
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Weird weather
Hot yet cold;
Temperamental
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Marathon man
Old yet supple;
Stoic dimension
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Getaway moment
Poolside meditation;
Peace of mind
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Another tryst
Rainy day moments;
Abrupt satisfaction
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Touch of morning
Sun streams streak;
Darkness stumbles
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Two butterflies
Sunny frolic here;
Balcony flowers
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Fruit shoppe
Choice produce;
Worldly harvest
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Design motifs
Artworks on display;
Old China glimpses
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Haunting echoes
Faded agendas;
Dusty old books
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Haiku breath
One stroke swiftly;
Experience collects
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Moonlight
Serenade;
Sleepy dreams
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Leon Enriquez
17 December 2015
Singapore