Long Sorbet Poems
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Lily bloom
opening wide eyed and colorful collide
in the sun of mid afternoon.
Bouquet blends abound
and hues relayed in the colors found;
creamy yellow sunrises, starlight glimmers,
ivory bells, red eyed tiger fills that shimmer;
purple haze in red sox crimson
pink persuasion garnets visions;
angel choirs of arabesque dreams,
bittersweet belladonna dark schemes;
brushstroke cavalese, doeskin elise,
graffiti tapestries. panache butterflies at peace;
lace fantasy scherherazade, royal trinity renoir,
stargazer siberian sorbet bazaars;
magic starbursts of sultry melodies,
trumpet notes with messages and imaged memories.
Productive and illustrious bulbs
step lively thru the day of earth's bountiful display
short and tall, buddings rise as green unfolds.
Border lilies bow to the sides
and in between the flow of the colors glow
openings sway in breezy tides.
The lilies increase and multiply
one bud alone is tough with beauty never enough
as numbers reach to touch the sky.
Lily blooms no longer just white
take in the rainbow for the show
to breathe and bloom, a ballet dance in flight.
bang on the midnight hour she woke from her terror
suffocating her eyes popped out of orbital spheres
nerves exposed and dangling tears in front of the truth
not that long ago she had danced in moonshines of joy
bells and whistles attached to silken colourful dreams
now her lullaby had become an epitaph of surrender
she clutched at the straw in the coffin and inhaled
one last breath filled her lungs and screamed as if
to loosen the nails of the casket for one final time
one of which clawed its way into her frontal lobe
she could smell earthworms and scented pastoral voices
almost slipped on the marble of the polished grave stone
the straw tasted of raspberry sorbet and whipped cream
self-flagellation removed the sour icing on the last cake
and she stroked the cotton cloth with her calloused hands
transcended a highway to heaven and took leave of her fear
a crowd of bigoted mourners took flight and ate their words
when she offered no retribution but unconditional kindness
her nightmare’s clarity offered a way to step out of the pit
the pendulum of self-incrimination pierced moribund scares
at the stroke of midnight the sunrise welcomed a new dawn
Take initiative go to the light where the force of darkness ends
A flame needs its kindled source as a sparking awareness mends
Our enlightened energy wrapped in an array of cavernous colors
Ribboned radiant impressions given in vast deepest depths squalors
A shadow self may live dormant and await unveiling the chaos within
When it has become an unbearable journey to live in your own skin
Opaque indigo stones skim over shallow waters in an empty well
Stratas rock labyrinths chiseled lies of neglect in a nautilus shell
Warm sorrel ribbon evokes sympathy in a disparaged tale of woe
A sorbet of violet, green, and tangerine conjure a melodious flow
What is truly a wellspring of a healing rainbow palette renders
We find the key to unlocking magic embers in dormant chambers
Dank darkness may lead us astray from individuality and truth
Take initiative, find the light of all brightest light reaching for you
The world has distinctive experiences for a man
And his journey lies in it
To a child, Ice cream is a delight
But not only in taste
An encounter, Admiration, Curiosity and Change.
A real first look at life
The construct entices a person before its flavor
As a growing child, sweet and shining things speak to us
The process meant something to us, to me
The start was only a moment meant for the fun
But as time passed
Emotions we had as kids, unknown to the world problems
Became either you feel or you don't
Like your palate
You outgrow somethings that it becomes nostalgia you didn't know you had
An aching sensation that fills you as you choose
The life of an adult
From Ice cream to Sorbet
From sprinkles to Ice
You become someone you can't recognize
And the people around you have to suffer for it
As the workings of the world wasn't working for you
But you get use to it, and try to understand it more
And see a better reason why some choices left you pillow wet
Are now the reasons a walk seemed better
Than rotting with your feelings
A change necessary but takes a lot from our young selves
Some call it growing up
I call it
Changing my palate
I long to lie like a sunrise sky upon the sea
my flame a tender torch for your gasoline tide
freedom fire to burn the brine from my eyes
fluid movement of our soft inferno in sorbet shades
m e l t i n g
fever dream lover blushed in hush of dawn
my soul a bleeding rose rocked by your rhythm
—but the blaze does blister a bliss not consumed
a wailing gull slices wild air
with sharpened wings she rides a woeful gale
labor pains of thunder throb nimbus wombs
hornet hive clouds cut by cesarean lightning
birth swarms of stinging rains
I wander a wind whipped shore of cloudburst gore
with an ache for angst and a hate for faith in blue skies
plaintive cries break the bones of my widow’s dream
exposing my marrow my pledge to the Divine shallow
I throw myself on my knees
belly-crawling-ripples meet me with a rasp
I long to lie like a sunrise sky upon the sea
but sorrow creates a sunset tempest
and now the sun sits so low
I feel the sundown in my soul
oh the slouchy sun just sits so low
drowsy on the smudged edge of drowning
barely above the waterline like my breath
sea– I beg you meet me choke me
take me by the throat with a kiss salty sweet
sweep me out to your blackened deep
take me thief my grief in grasp of your riptide’s greed
Scoops of gold powder flapping sunny flame
melts into scalding months of humid June.
Shade of ablaze sky, fiery clouds won't tame
soaking sunshine an untrimmed afternoon.
Makeup tinged complexion in denim dress
berries and melons succulent sorbet.
A swim in pool with pineapple drink fresh
hot or cool, doesn't matter anyway.
Wages in lease, forever temperate
eternal possession of bad luck dregs.
Sweltering skin in heat of blood and sweat
toil endless labour, aching hands and legs.
Some buds wither in tar of asphalt gloom
Some color heaven in air conditioned room.
9th August 2019
Sponsor Michelle Faulkner
Contest Name A Summer's Day Redo
In warmth of solstice she turned cool sixteen
unleashing a torrent in heart of June.
he yearned for tulips he had never seen
till their eyes met that summer afternoon
sapphire mystic eyes, her tanned soft red cheek
lambent lights sweetened a mango sorbet
pastel illusion too frozen to speak
nightingale songs tuned a dance anyway.
footsteps faded looking for silver streams
in desert of thoughts, world of make-believe
shimmering a mirage painted in dreams
a heart warming story, pure love they weave.
In gold braided tresses, her vibrant flame
of summer love shades, he could never tame.
Dated 18th May 2021
Sponsor John Hamilton
Contest Name Summer love sonnet
Our table is set – it looks divine
Crystal glasses for our red wine
Silver cutlery with which to eat
Our favourite meal – oh what a treat
The table is set on our patio
With romantic music and the lights down low
A candle burns to give us light
I hope you enjoy this culinary delight
Starter
Scottish smoked salmon with a lemon wedge
Served on a bed of crisp iceberg lettuce
With homemade dill mayonnaise
Main course
Chateaubriand steak cooked medium - there's plenty for two
(I ate it on my first date with you!!)
Served with
Crispy onion rings
Sautéed mushrooms
French beans, broccoli florets and carrot batons
Chunky fries
French Mustard
Dessert
Homemade chocolate almond brownie
Served with rich chocolate sauce and double cream
Tea or freshly brewed coffee
Bon Appetit!
Footnote…
Writing this menu brings back many memories of a meal we had …
on our first date we ate at a lovely restaurant called ‘Celebrity’ it was the first time I had ever been taken to somewhere so posh where the lady gets the menu without the prices on.
After the starter the waiter brought over apricot sorbet – in my innocence I said … but I’ve not had my main course yet and I’ve not even chosen the dessert ... ‘madam’ he said it is to cleanse your palate – oh the innocence of youth !
10~25~15
Contest: For all ladies and brave men
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Aloft, with keen eyes in sorbet skies’ raspberry half-light
visceral vibrations of vitality does await.
Soaring in a hush, with plumage plush, a silent stealth kite,
he glissades on ghostly winds with mystical wings of fate.
Poised to plummet from his summit of purple sundown spread
with wingspan wide, wreathed gradual glide, hunts a twilight hawk.
Floating form causes flocks to brainstorm on life or death dread,
those flying forlorn, late to roost, are reduced by his stalk.
Aerodynamic, his dramatic dive deals destiny,
raptor raptly pursues passerine through air’s plum-bruised dim.
Whispering wings whisk to live and not die desperately,
over the arborvitaes the future for one is grim.
If it’s true that energy never dies; its cries transform,
then songbird's notes will ascend on hunter's wings in reform.
Susan Ashley
December 3, 2017
~ First Place ~
Contest: Your Best Poem In The Last Year
Sponsor: Silent One
~ Seventh Place ~
Contest: Best Rhyming Poem October - December 2017
Sponsor: John Hamilton
I lay with languor praying for an answer I’d been seeking.
Azure glitter-drops splashed upon
the clean white sand nearby my feet.
I drifted into sleep then as wisps of clouds
in a sky mirroring the cerulean sea beneath it
wafted slowly like my slackening pensive thoughts.
I’d dozed and was awakened by gulls’ shrill long calls.
Instantly, I was jolted by twilight, and I
saw crimson and persimmon devouring sky.
Slathered-on apricot and rubescent streaks
formed the backdrop to the seagulls’ piercing shrieks.
Some saffron deliciousness was also in my view
when just as suddenly came the answer to
the question I’d been pondering before my nap.
It came as if the sunset had the sound of a snap!
Gamboge, tangerine and raspberry sorbet
drizzled into sea at the end of that day.
Mesmerized and well-pleased, I lingered there.
Dusk turned into night with the hush of a prayer.