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HUNGARIAN RHAPSODY
Her hand’s swan-like dance,
ivory shadow puppets
romance. Hungarian rhapsody.
The musician sans existence
as emotive fingers move
imaginary marionettes
with splendiferous precision.
Drama drops onto piano keys
occasionally taking a gentle stroll
then in sensuous sway, sashaying
like an exotic dancer. The musician
plucks and plinks as if
with chameleonic charm, like an
angel playing a harp.
Her fingers fast walk the keyboard
then resound tremulous keys.
(The audience swoons, spooned
by a rapturous torrent that enters
the heart, strokes and kisses
the yearning flesh, like the taste
and feel of brandy, burning and
tantalizing in breathlessness)
The musician’s slender fingers
now strum along in gaiety, like
paramours on the streets of Paris,
Springtime in the air. Palms nearly
rest upon silent keys as if two lovers
lay back upon a bed with puffs of smoke.
Dawn’s crescendo, with peaks of happiness
reside upon streets of ebony and ivory.
Life’s serendipitous monologue begins
once more with foreboding or adventure
or both. Is there loneliness upon this crest
for what has happenstance brought,
are they star-crossed? Do we see the sun
and the moon racing through their pulse —
days of birth and mourning?
(The blond marionette in concert black
seems to be mesmerized or hypnotized
by the muse of music. She’s like a dream
on a performance stage. Practiced in
illumination of flame. She releases the arrow
and the audience brightens up like a chandelier
with clinking and brilliant crystal pieces)
Happiness once again but with ferocious fervor
sends the keys to a heavenly place - to ears,
to mind, to soul...a cheer of a great parade,
and then the shivering of climatic peak,
followed by a lullaby of dreams - we imagine
a newborn wrapped up in a life well-lived.
The darling gal still doesn’t give up the ghost
but plays and plays...can you hear the needle
stuck at the vinyl’s end...spending all love gives?
Only the Creator Himself can lift the arm and
carry the musician still incubating all her charm.
3/19/2018
My buttercup bewitched me evermore
Those mesmerising eyes of a gazelle
Celestial cerulean 'amore'
Enamoured I'm by my breathtaking belle
I prize the bonny sunshine of my heart
She's my pulchritudinous 'querido'
Catalyst of my Parnassian art
She's like a splendiferous soignée doe
The moon can't compete with my 'priyatham'
The sun shivers at her angelic touch
Together we're in resplendent rhythm
She is a noticeable nymph nonesuch
My summer's entranced by 'dulcinea'
Forever we're entwined, she's my 'jiya'
05.16.2021
**amore - Latin for sweetheart
Querido - Spanish/Portuguese for darling
Parnassian - poetic
Priyatham - Hindi for heartthrob
Dulcinea - Spanish for sweetheart
Jiya - Hindi for 'life'
***soignée and rhythm - counted as 2 syllables
Dulcinea - counted as 4 syllables
For John Hamilton's "Summer love sonnet" contest
Nature's artistry oft leaves me in awe,
Her palette of colors is amazing.
Her art evokes feelings, primal and raw;
that leave me breathless, merely stargazing.
Her ocean's a menagerie of fish,
of every shape and color one could wish,
swimming amidst splendiferous shellfish.
Her flowers are a marvel to behold,
especially when their petals unfold,
revealing blooms that are strikingly bold.
She sculpts mountain ranges without a flaw
and frosts Earth's poles with an icy glazing.
Volcanoes erupt from a dormant dish,
to an inferno; the Earth's Hers to mold.
Adventure awaits
in the pages of a book:
where you can ride a dragon
or walk on the moon.
And feel the wind lift your wings,
as you fly amongst the clouds.
Imagination:
inks a plethora of words,
tethered to your wildest dreams.
And at your leisure;
by simply turning the page:
reality's whisked away.
Sensual stories:
cater to romantic hearts
suffering from loneliness.
Delivering dreams
to the farthest shores of love:
sailing on rivers of hope.
Magical journeys,
and splendiferous stories
are tightly bound together
between the covers:
just waiting to be opened,
so that their tales can begin.
When Dawn resurrects Sol, a splendiferous Spring sun paints the horizon with light. And an earthy fragrance rides in on a warm morning breeze, refreshing Winter's stagnant breath. Color spreads as flowers burst into bloom, amidst the remnants of death. Ostentatious songbirds tweet as children play, casually engaging innocence with a smile and a song in their hearts. Nature imbues life with a delicious sweetness, renewing the essence of hope with endless tomorrows, to offset yesterday's bitter dregs. And I bare my heart, shed my armor of skepticism, and reevaluate the future with guarded optimism, upon hearing a child's spontaneous laugh. It is a good day to be alive!
mother of pearl clouds
puffy pillows invite sleep...
hope has awakened
Splendiferous, once was love;
it’s heights a peak of madness:
A burning need, a flow’ring seed
blooming with passion’s delight.
Differences seem to balance.
Weaknesses offset by strength.
A missing part connects two hearts,
Imperfect, but now complete
Hope and dreams unimagined
take root and begin to grow
with focused beam upon the scene--
a future slowly unfolds.
Day by day the living starts;
small quirks begin to annoy.
Somehow you find, through daily grind,
wide fissures and cracks appear.
First, comes the stiff, cold-shoulder;
then, talking turns to silence.
Throughout the room, pervades a gloom,
the pall of love in death's vice.
‘Til all that’s left is walking
despite certain pain and fear--
a scarred flesh with no hope-chest
to sustain it on the way.
Now prayers of intercession
Erupt from faint heart and lips,
a healing spell, curing the ills:
Holy balm for what afflicts.
One day, Love will stroll back in
to mend emotional wounds;
Transformed by grace, upon the face
of a soul in need of rest.
Hold strong to your faith, my friend
when the darkness overwhelms.
Until such time, you’ll ever find
my friendship is always near.
jsc 11/18/2015
This is the second poem I've written in this original form of 7-7-8-7 where the third line consists of six words with internal rhyme on words three and six. Now, I think the form needs a name. Any Ideas?
A red moon greeted me as I arrived at Eilean Donan Castle,
late at dinner time, a heat wave wrecking zest
of our intended peaceful nightly rest.
It was late but I decided on a nocturnal swim.
O blessed water, so calm, so cool, so placid.
Suddenly I heard the crash of the waves,
an echo, a forlorn ululation of sweet melodious tune.
Alarmed I looked behind and saw a fog cover the lake.
Foamy white lamb-like waves danced around me.
The waves dragged me up on to the sandy beach.
Behind me I saw a figure surrounded by a nebula,
Swimming slowly towards the splendiferous shore.
She came out all wet still wearing an old-fashioned gown.
Both out of breath, we lay on the smooth sand.
Above a red moon shone brightly that cloaked the stars.
In the strange night we looked at each other and smiled.
Soon we were embraced in a long lingering kiss.
Ecstasy escalated rapidly, emotions running riot,
Until the red moon descended behind Donan Castle.
I turned back to her and saw her in the water
Swimming into a swirling mist and disappear.
Back at the castle I climbed up to my room.
There hanging on the wall was a painting of her doom.
Lady Murdina, Warrior of the Sea, drowned 1888.
Seeing the painting and the date, I fainted.
7 January 2022
A Ghost Story Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
Hooray! Autumn is on its way,
my most favorite sight of all
is the grand pageantry of fall.
I feel just like a child at play
trading my tee-shirt for long sleeves
and jumping in piles of dry leaves.
It's a seasonal bouquet
and a splendiferous jewel,
a time for change and renewal.
Orange tones with gold inlay
make up the scattered leaf debris
falling from every bush and tree.
I wish all these colors could stay
perhaps extend fall just a bit
I love the sound and feel of it.
Holding winter flurries at bay
Autumn takes on an earthy smell
derived from all the leaves that fell.
Hooray! Autumn is on its way,
I feel just like a child at play.
It's a seasonal bouquet,
orange tones with gold inlay.
I wish all these colors could stay
to hold winter flurries at bay.
(Constanza)
08/17/2020
Imagine.....
Scrunched lazily in a bed of your chosen leaves each and every night
To pacify your senses in the richness of earthy-scented legacies
Our ecstasy would prompt our dreams to drift away the moonlight
In nature's cupboard saturating us to delight
In this splendiferous ornamental landscape potpourri
Favorites......
There is of course dark green BAY, the pungent sweet shiny leaf
Loved in soups, stews and sauces and decorative wreaths
CILANTRO serves us tasty signals of subtle, herbal, lemony bright
When cooking in our kitchens playground with recipes just right
MINT is the refresher both clean and sharp - so snappy
Essential to the gum we chew, it makes our toothpaste happy
EUCALYPTUS is strong and bittersweet so conspicuously alive
Its medicine embraces our care in illness and with health to survive
PEPPERTREE stuns our tongues devilishly it tastes so hot and tangy
Rudely smacking our senses sharply burning us to the third degree
VERBENA lulls you to a deeper earthly perfume, lusty and titillating
A citrus romance for salacious hearts and sultry languishing
THYME and SAGE mixes well with much especially ROSEMARY and PARSLEY
It is the herbal gift to our Thanksgiving table as we are wise to use it sparsely
PINE has needles long and thin, its woodland floor fusion creates the pathway
For a long journeys venture of our illusions of forest and stream far away
A bed of leaves to lay ourselves each and every night
A gift of dreams these scented legacies, its ecstasy to our senses delight
November 13, 2019
Scented Leaves Poetry Contest
Sponsor Kim Rodriguez
Come Dusk, Sol sinks into the pitch of Night,
till crickets drown out bellowing bullfrogs.
The sun bleeds, inking Night with blood-red light;
while woodpeckers drum on hollowed-out logs.
Splintered silhouettes silently conjoin;
flowing into ebon pools of twilight.
The sun gilds the moon, one side of the coin;
golden spheres, fueling life with their light.
Ebony cushions the whole universe,
encrusted with billions of twinkling gems.
Splendiferous pink-colored clouds disperse;
while flowers nod off, snoozing on their stems.
Tethered to time's imperceptible string,
we're somehow connected to everything.