Long Squally Poems
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Dainty drizzle from the melted cloud alights slow,
descends as rippling rhapsody of shining shower
in the rapture archway of the memory rainbow.
The squally sky’s gloom the surging winds devour,
turns into rhythmic sprinkle of delight not in vain,
descends as rippling rhapsody of shining shower.
The flash of youth shines smile on the face in rain,
cascades charisma as an ebullient stream,
turns into rhythmic sprinkle of delight not in vain.
The moist face radiant with the mesmeric gleam,
floats enticingly, the flowing time carries along,
cascades charisma as an ebullient stream.
Heart pulsates with the melody of the rain song,
captivating the essence of fleeting youth awhile,
floats enticingly, the flowing time carries along.
On the morose face of the dissolved smile,
dainty drizzle from the melted cloud alights slow,
captivating the essence of fleeting youth awhile
in the rapture archway of the memory rainbow.
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April 14, 2023
Contest : Inklings
Sponsored by : Regina McIntosh
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At the fringe of dark clouds of despair
Beguiling dreams gleamed like the silver lining
Created fluttering wings of birds of desire
Driven by the squally winds through the rainbow arc
Entered the realm of sunburst new horizon.
Flock of these birds flew in en echelon pattern
Glided across my mind, the lyrical design I discerned
Hovered on the rhapsody of delight in the cerulean sky.
I tried to seize them in folds of aspiration
Just before they could fly away to domain unreachable with
Kaleidoscopic panorama of my life in twilight
Languishing for long in the winter mist of bleakness.
Memory marooned in the middle of nowhere, trailed
Nostalgic garden path flooded by sunshine stream
Once cascaded in the valley of flower of my heart.
Pensive vision of the nascent dawn ascending
Quietly at the edge of my morose mind
Reassured me the birds would return someday
Sing the song of love I had lost in the alley of past
To the sandstorm of tormenting time that surged
Unabated across my jade meadow turned to wasteland
Verging onto parched dunes of the forlorn desert
Where I chased the mirage with my soul studded with
Xenoliths of my broken heart
Yearning to reach the oasis of your embrace, floating on
Zephyr of longing, saturated with stardust passion.
(As permitted in ABC poems, as per PS Types of Poems definition, I have covered 26 letters of alphabet in this poem)
Written : February 13, 2020
Contest : ABC Contest
Sponsor : Allright Poet
I sought my truth within the sky,
The squally blue, my wings to ply,
A thrust on thermals, carried high.
And yet, the gospel that I found?
My feet still fixed to feral ground ...
I dared to plunge the oceans deep -
To burn in Neptune's coldest keep,
And bleed with soft, abiding sleep,
But dull, his trident couldn't pierce,
So all endowed me? Failure, fierce ...
I sought a meaning deep within,
A quest divorced of flesh or skin,
That honed the rusty blade of sin,
Yet all the pulp that met me there,
Was long since rancid with despair ...
I feigned to know this god above,
A sacred purpose, bound to love,
Decanting untold realms, thereof,
Yet veiled in all the bold expanse?
A dirge, divine, devoid the dance ...
However long we're called to stay
On this blue marble, night-to-day,
Our boundless spirit finds its way,
Despite our limits, sky and earth ...
We never cease to mete our worth ...
'Tis life, the treasure ... death-to-birth.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Strand Select N Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
"Dance with me within the wind, then just let me love you" - Orania Hamilton.
Your flushing face in the wind,
ebon hair defiant, flutters unbridled.
Some swirl squally, thread the gale,
the forehead lattice captures my yearning,
lest like cloud it drifts away.
The sculpted window of hazel eyes closed
like the folded beautiful wings of butterfly.
Onyx dark eyelashes seam the lissome lids,
harbor the dreams in fathomless green sea,
lest like birds they soar away.
The lilac petals of luscious lips pursed,
hold the entrapped silence of longing,
carve on your face the contours of allure,
rippling on petals of florid smile I see freeze,
lest like rose it withers away.
The radiant supple cheeks subtly caressed
by serenading zephyr suffusing fuchsia blush,
candescent in the aurora of the sunburst sky.
Breathless I etched in heart image in the wind,
lest like autumn leaf beauty flies away.
March 1, 2020
Theme chosen : Love
Contest : Writing Prompt - Ten Words
Sponsor : Dear Heart
I sought my truth within the sky
The squally blue, my wings to ply
A thrust on thermals, carried high
And yet, the gospel that I found?
My feet still fixed to feral ground.
I dared to plunge the oceans, deep
To burn in Neptune's coldest keep
And bleed to soft, abiding sleep
Still, dull, his trident couldn't pierce
And all endowed me? Failure, fierce.
I sought a meaning deep within
A quest divorced of flesh and skin
To hone the rusted blade of sin
But all the meat that met me there?
Long since rancid with despair.
I feigned to know a god above
A sacred purpose bound to love
Decanting boundless realms, thereof
Yet, veiled in all that bright expanse?
A dirge divine, devoid the dance.
However long we're called to stay
On this blue marble, night-to-day
Our passioned spirit finds a way
Despite our limits, sky and earth
We NEVER cease to mete our worth.
** FIFTH PLACE in the "Contest 335" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. **
My heart enfolded the hued horizon of dulcet dawn,
the yearning brush soaked the sunburst colors,
painted a Monet garden for you blooming with my love,
unfurled the facsimile of your floral face, adroitly adorned.
The oasis of my mind dried in the desert of desolation
as you disappeared with the draft
of the squally summer winds of discontent
with the dregs of divested desire, disowned.
The river of longing in the abandoned valley got lost,
the fervent flowers you gave me withered in the vase,
folded your memory within my reshaped perception.
You’re gone, but an empty chair holds your shape, a reminder.
You are now present as a design of my consciousness
that silhouettes your image on the canvas of my emotion,
becoming an impression in my memory of longing,
figuring you in absence with the fabric of remembrance.
Your absence is not a void of quiet nothingness;
it is your shining presence I sense under the starry sky.
As the stardusts of the blue night contour you for me,
your fancied touch I feel in the ripple of your silent absence.
It was but a sandstorm, wind blowing hard and high
Nature’s way of redesigning the landscape
The mountains stood like guardians of the desert floor
Their jagged rocks did not sway as the earth shifted
Granules of colored sand soared in the wind
Their dust caused a fog-like view of the city
Cars, houses, cacti, and mountains were covered with beige dust
The sand crept into the houses through closed windows
I brushed my hand across my cheek feeling the gritty sand
The weather was squally, and the scent of dirt infiltrated my nostrils
By nightfall, the wind slowed, and the moon rose into the dark sky
Nature in all its wondrous glory had redesigned the desert landscape
The sand was smooth as if a brush had sailed across it
Green and purple cacti were covered in sand, glowing in the light of the stars
A blackbird perched on the rock wall and brushed the dust off its feathers
A coyote could be heard in the distance
The mountains stood like guardians towering above the desert floor
10/28/2021
Poetry/Verse/Couplet unrhymed, Imagism unrhymed/Free Verse
Your flushing face winsome in the wild wind,
the ebony strands of hair insolent, flutter unbridled.
Some swirl squally, threading the gushing gale,
on the ivory forehead their lattice captures my yearning.
The sculpted window panes of the hazel eyes unclosed,
flutter like the flamboyant wings of beguiled butterfly.
Onyx eyelashes line the lissome lids of the eyes,
shelter the dreams in the seamless sapphire sea,
The lilac patina of the luscious lips pursed lissome,
embraces the entrapped silence of latent longing,
carve on your face the contours of cute enticement,
rippling on the pristine petals of florid smile I see frozen.
The resplendent supple cheeks subtly caressed
by the serenading zephyr suffused with vermillion blush,
incandescent in the aurora of the sunburst sequined sky,
I engrave in my enthralled heart your inimitable image.
There I see you glide like a fascinating indigo fairy,
draped in the mesmeric trance of sapphire splendor.
I strive to fathom the profundity of your demure dimension
in the oceanic depth of infinite mystery of opulent charisma.
Soaking the charming shades of your sensuous elegance,
I reach the enchanted edge of expansive imagination,
where in the craving chromatic canvas of my halcyon heart,
in hues of possessed passion I see you as beauty incarnate.
The life stream swerves in undulating landscape,
the concert of murmur cascades melody
that ripples in the whispering air,
the sound of music flies past me unheard
in the depth of silence.
Rains fall in torrent on parched psychic tree,
the rhythm of aria pulsates on dancing leaves,
I keep my succinct senses alert in the scene,
but the symphony fades away unperceived
in the depth of silence.
From the cacophony of unnerving clamor
voices go back to where they come from,
for the stark reality remains hidden shrouded
within the unreachable abyss of my mind
in the depth of silence.
As I walk on the squally path of distraught
the shards of awareness scatter on the trail,
the buds of emotion wither away unbloomed,
the wilted petals lie in the discarded debris
in the depth of silence.
The consciousness layers I cross going inward,
and discover the divine lotus blossom inside,
I hear beguiled the primordial music within
where a speck of universal soul in me resonates
in the depth of silence.
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March 3, 2022
Contest : Consciousness Fulcrum
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
In the resonant noise of continual commotion,
as the voice of hysteria feels quietened
by the tender touch of consummate calmness,
the serene sheath of sentiments sinks slow
with uniquely unexpressed notion
in the unreachable forsaken depth of the mute mind.
When the cacophony outside finally subsides,
the unsaid becomes the sound of silence,
that vibrates where it finds the desired niche,
strikes softly the unknown chord of harmony.
The expression enunciates what isn’t conveyed yet
from the placid depth of quietude.
In the chaotic space of crumbled relationships
the squally sentiments spiral outraged
in the whirlwind of invasive indignation,
where they once grew in the eye of resentment storm.
Many hues of sensitivity act in the kaleidoscopic show
in the frozen depth of the heart unfeelingly hollow.
When the tempest stops after the apocalypse,
the designed perceptual shroud of stalled silence
spreads in the psychic pathway paved by cogent essence,
where the fragrant wind of seraphic spring blows
with floral emotions that walk the dormant desires
in the desolate streets of solitude.