Long Splendor Poems
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Apple blossoms flutter in the breeze. Awakening,
Barefoot to the brook we go, brightly scampering,
Counting caterpillars discovered on our way -
Daffodil and daisy picking this delightful day.
Enjoying the earth’s rebirth, revitalized are we!
Free, like foals we frolic through the fields with energy.
Green surrounds us; onto grass gratefully we fall.
Happy to have found this heaven, on a hill we sprawl.
Invigorated by our rest, in a little while,
Joyously we jump right up; we only have a mile. . .
Knowing we are getting close, faster now we run,
Leaping over lilies lying lush beneath the sun.
Myriads of other meadow flowers now appear.
Nature’s hidden splendor is getting very near.
Over by an old oak tree, it’s coming into view!
Picture perfect, it presents a pure and pleasant hue.
Quickly we approach it, without a single qualm.
Refreshingly it beckons us; our romp disturbs its calm.
Suddenly we’re splashing , and later we will seek
Tadpoles that are teeming in this, our secret creek.
Until the sun has disappeared in the April sky,
Vibrant crimson will have spilled through clouds. We say goodbye
With great reluctance to our brook, which has been for us
Xanadu! But now the warmth of home awaits us. Thus. . .
Youthful frolicking is finished. We have left the stream.
Zesty I could be again but only in a dream!
Submitted Dec. 4, 2021 on Word: Zesty
For the '''Z'' Contest, New or Old -' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
leaves in trembling hues of bronze and gold, fall gently to the earth, where they’ll leave a carpet of crunching truths, blessings in beautiful ~ by poet
walking in silence, on the edge of twilight
subtle sighs, singing, stirring serenity
remembering the joy found on a still night
autumn’s descant, hints at my identity
blazing grace, richest praise in pastoral pulls
perfect hope in breaths of fall’s amenity
planting seeds of grace as we don our soft wools
while harvest reveals what colors hearts gentle
in aching arms, gathering crops in handfuls
blazing leaves, tremble and praise, sentimental
erasing the tears from souls mourning summer
fall’s splendor is hardly temperamental
oaks rest where majesty is the newcomer
falling in shadows who truly become her
How beautiful the splendor
of your rising
in golden cloak
arrayed
of sky the majesty
who can approach you
dethrone you
from your fire
without a touch
you waken
rested eyes
to energy of work
or play delight
warming sands
for children castle play
sailing boats
to friends far way
from winter heat
you spark ice to cry
softening ground
cracking it to smile
for seeds to sprout
then open blossom
fragrance
for bees and butterflies
to sip and fly
as messengers of love
flower to flower
brushing green
from valleys
up to mountains
for eagles in the rocks
their young to hide
and bird songs
to intrigue from
their hiding
then at night
not that you retire
when earth turns
to sleep on its side
you sent your sister
with lamp of softer light
like onion vagrant
through the night sky
undressing its light
round to slice
and slice to round
in playful circle cycle
to the hunter and fugitive
a path to shine
and to a couple
in the dark
a winked smile.
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-5/31/20
Fifth place Winner: Brian Strand-You Choose Again-1/24/24
Fall’s splendor can be felt in quiet nights,
Moon smiles in the sky as soft stars reflect,
Remembering joy of summer’s highlights,
Evoking the gentle tones, so perfect.
Fall’s glory comes to life in dancing leaves,
Silently, they fall, declaring God’s peace,
Even though each leafy bough calmly grieves,
Soon they’ll paint the lawn with His masterpiece.
Fall’s majesty breaks through the darkest gloom,
Healing and soothing with such lovely news,
Beauty singing wonders souls will consume,
Lifting hearts to great heights they can’t refuse.
Fall’s grandeur whispers hope to shattered souls.
In shadows of light, pretty fall consoles.
Surrounded by kaleidoscopic colors of every hue,
From blue-black nighttime, to redbird's dawn debut;
So easy to see why it all began in a garden green,
Stirring emotions supernal, which had never been seen!
In the presence of dazzling, blush gardens of June,
Filled with joy of kinship, the heart beats in tune.
And butterflies takeoff on dreamy flights of fancy,
To see the wildflower ballet, so graceful and dancy!
Drunken with the unparalleled raptures of living,
Nature is benevolent, with great joy in the giving!
The crickets, and others on the beloved soundtrack,
Never will be hasbeens-there'll always be a comeback.
And the deeply compelling, deeply sensuous splendor,
Arrests the eyes and evokes the heart's surrender!
For the contest FINETUNE THIS COLLABORATION sponsored
by Line Gauthier
Women, mysterious entities, from heaven to earth descended,
Ancestral magic that encircles and teaches the universe,
Like sirens from the depths, the misunderstood and adored temptation,
With eyes that gleam, a mystery that captivates and compels us.
They are like falling stars from the stellar sky,
Blushing the heavens with a love that in souls burn high,
Sublime dancers in symphonies filled with spells casting,
They awaken us to life, encourage us to dream and love without rationing.
Women, beings of light, embodied divine spirit,
Like a butterfly lost in the garden, lightly do they dance upon it,
Under their embrace, all bitter sadness dissolves away,
With their gentle sweetness, our hearts they soothe, they sway.
They are travelers on the wings of tangled destinies,
Sharing secrets in the air on nightly breezes that please,
Like fairylands of fluttering fairies, that surround us in mystery,
They gift us understanding, love, and grace, our souls set free in their history.
Women, canvases woven of dreams and hung amongst the clouds,
Blooming light with scents and smiles that without a doubt wows,
Through them, the essence of all realms' beauty pulses,
Exploring infinity's expanse, they uncover love's perfumes and impulses.
In their gaze is reflected the magic of life flourishing,
Their laughter cheers the heavens, in souls burns like a fire flourishing,
Women, mystical beings from other worlds appear,
They come to light our steps, filling our lives with splendor and magical essence dear.
“Time is a gift that most of us take for granted. We get caught up in our daily lives and rarely take the time to appreciate the simple wonders around us.”
Cheryl Richardson
"This little poem was not entered in any other contest : ~~The Poet~~
Take time to read.
Wonders indeed
Wonderful times,
Making Rhymes.
Sapphire dew drops.
Bubble as it pops.
Pink cotton candy
Fine French brandy
Sweet baby smiles
Beauty that beguiles.
Kitten’s gentle purr
Puppy’s soft fur
Time heals.
Church bell peals
Soft lemon scent
Feeling content
Brilliant sun rising
Oh, so mesmerizing.
Sun softly fading.
Lemonade cascading
Fresh air inhales
Spider web trails
Time to wonder,
Why it’s down-under.
Captivating looks
Mystery books
Lover’s letters
Angora sweaters
Connecting glances
Heaven sent chances.
First spring rose
Ribbons n bows
Sweet vine grapes
Red velvet drapes
Ornate Venus statue
When I look at you
Time of the essence.
In quiescence
Lavender snips
Smooth satin lips
Petite daisy chains
Cover when it rains.
Wanting to stay
Celestial visions play.
Pirouetting pansies
Goofy chimpanzees
Crisp linen sheet
Friends as they meet.
Time to wander,
Fields out yonder.
Poem of splendor
Caresses so tender
Soft tissue paper
Sandalwood vapor
Call of the ocean
Love’s raw emotion
Fading fairy wings
As my heart sings
Time passes
Fine crystal glasses.
Foam from waves.
Exploring caves
Child’s ponytail.
Pastels ever so pale
Ornamented icicles
Penny-farthing bicycles
Time flies
Kaleidoscope of butterflies
Golden flowing hair
Two sharing prayer
Secrets we can whisper.
Mornings getting crisper.
Fun rides at the fair
A hide-away lair
Dispersing lollipops
Peppermint drops.
Filigree carnations
Winning presentations
Waterfalls cascading
Fairies happily wading.
Cinnamon apple slice
Lucky roll of the dice
Camera flashes
Rain as it lashes.
Walking proud
Sings out loud.
Time to go,
Will miss you so.
As a child, I had scribbled trifles on sea sands,
And often allowed them to get wiped by wave's hands;
Mansions and palaces on the sand I had built too,
When they got destroyed by waters I felt no woe.
This mania soon got altered to writing names,
Of persons accompanied playing many games;
The sand mansions too slowly shifted to sculptures,
And seemed in style and structure so voluptuous.
Thus with many scribbling and sculptures, times rolled on,
I got someone who looked like a girl-sculpture-swan;
We, together now, scribbled and sculptured pure love,
That as though would envy the celestials above...
The sea waves witnessed our wavy ways and wondered,
The weather too often changed its mood and thundered;
When our wedding bells aside sea happened to peal,
The sea and her creatures seemed brim filling with zeal...
The sea, then, our delightful honeymoon witnessed,
The shapes and moods of sculptures with feelings got mixed;
Sands and shells turned beds cozily decorated,
Moon and stars the ambiance illuminated...
The buds of love blossomed and on due time bore fruits,
We came to the shores now bringing our naughty kids;
They scribbled, made sculptures in magnificent styles,
We built castles within while enjoying their smiles.
Amidst tangles of routines shores now forgotten,
Our children married and their kids now begotten;
We, one in heart, hand in hand, memories Cudding,
Cherubims of happiness within us wedding...
She too is gone now I like a seagull forlorn,
Taking shelter aside the shore and within mourn;
Cherishing all good and bad memories of old,
Scribble and build sculptures keeping my heart still bold.
I see this sea and shore as paths of transcendence,
Wherefrom my spirit will sore to the resplendence;
Where the splendor of God showers on me his grace,
Where my eyes will see realities face to face.
28 July 2021
"Two doves in white flying, feathers glow beneath the morning's rainbow colors" - Charles Messina
The sun thaws in a kaleidoscope of hues,
of crimson, yellow, and blue flows.
As the sun slumps into direct view,
Sited off the coast, back to repose
Sparkling shades pervade the sky,
tributes to the lonesome moon.
colors that are so vivid to the eye,
Birds soar aloft to the nightingale's tune.
Final sight of aesthetic grace,
ahead of the onset of total nightfall.
Relish the extent and luster of the place,
awe-inspiring beauty, and splendor of it all.
Conch gem and sylvan shell,
splash ashore with scenic beauty.
Sapphire tides wished each other well.
over hills uttered in the birds' first fluty
Absorb the morning's chuckling allure,
it dispels fear and helps you sparkle like jade.
Believing that love offers a delightful lure,
delight at dawn with the sky's shade.
2nd place contest winner
Written November 30, 2022
Submitted to: "Colors in the Sky" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Good counsel
The enforced sleep to blind it all,
restless thoughts and what may befall.
Rescued from tensions to clear,
the truth so free that there is no more fear.
Tormented fortunes destiny in wilderness,
all tired receiving gladsomeness.
The pilgrimage as soul pioneer,
dreaming the larger life with heavenly cheer.
No longer let the vain world claim,
by the idleness of the chief mistress to refrain.
Holding that dream to escape that wise,
night shape liberty is the device.
To sleep it over labor for small gain,
may the weary nights spent in vain.
False and untrue knots of treason,
when loves compassion is not the reason.
Give the night the splendor as true proceeder,
listen to whispers of the taintless pleader.
Oh soul and bodies image guest,
fear not to touch that affection best.
Since heavens love in pure immortal high,
has mercy echoing through that new day rising sky.
That celestial love that we forget and ought,
counsel in lessons which needed to be taught.
Lovers scorn that love to possess,
when virtue claims ungratefulness.
Blessings for the nobler state to see,
gone is the fear by conditioned misery.