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sits a little swift
amidst violet flowers ~
flying bud on tied fly
mesmerizing tune
in the midst of blaring horns~
magpie Robin sings
long train swiftly moves
without a loco pilot~
trail of busy ants
engrossing odor
nearby sewage mess reek~
pure white flowers bloom
a pleasant moment
in the mid of worldly stress~
birds relishing pool
a rainbow springs up
in the monotonous life~
colorful flowers bloom
my plain flat pulse rate
embraces bright buoyancy~
perky squirrels roam
colorful jewels
walks around the fallen leaves~
cute centipede crawls
a bright beaming mouth
amid the slanderous words~
divine dawn Chorus
true hope emanates
even after failures hit~
a barren tree sprouts
a joyful write up
amidst the arousing thoughts~
stroll in my garden
Saw one blazing red leaf on the shimmering Maple,
On my way back from a refreshing stroll,
One Red Leaf - indicated the stark truth,
Fall is tiptoeing with her secret footsteps,
Luminously veiled autumn not far!
Spotted a flock of migrating Geese gliding by -
Are they already departing? Where?
Ravishing crimson Roses beaming
On the bush besides the wooden fence,
A few sad dried petals sprawl dejected at the bottom,
Redbreast Robin in euphoria, still crooning full-throated,
Fleecy warmth of air fleeting away, are birds aware?
Truly intoxicated with the aroma of sunshine,
Even for a moment, do not stop trilling at each other!
Crispy, chilly, wind waltz with twirling leaves,
I smell scintillating autumn fluttering and frolicking,
Spiralling, swirling in the golden sunset breeze.
Edited From My Poem "One Red Leaf"
March 18, 2022
A Brian Strand 1092 Poetry Contest
FIRST PLACE
~ “Hey - returning your note!” ~
perhaps I'm not your type, alas
but I'm behind you, here in class
adoring each and every thing you do
the way you talk - so soft, yet clear
and tuck the tresses 'hind your ear
(the hair I'd love to run my fingers thru) ...
I love the way you tilt your hip
and always bite your bottom lip
whene'er you get excited or annoyed
the way you pass me secret notes -
crimped origami swans and boats
advising me the girls I should avoid ...
for me it's not the threads or bling
it's each sweet, steamy little thing
that other guys don't care about at all
and yet, if added - two-plus-two
they make for one amazing YOU
(the enigmatic You I'd love to call) ...
you might not know me very well
trimesters - long enough to tell
I'm apt to always treat you with respect
you're tres romantic - much like me
and know that love can someday be
as faithful as two hearts can thus affect ...
so, if I may, I'll start this task
as rhyme and meter, meant to ask
if you might give us just an evening each?
perhaps a steak house - Japanese
a theater, next - that new release!
and then a dreamy walk along the beach ...
the stroll may seem a bit too soon
but sad to waste that lovely moon -
what romance it’ll weave, no one can tell
so ..
I hope you'll flip this page and write
you'd “love to” date me, (friday night)
but quickly now, before they ring ...
the bell!
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
I am the shadow that passes through your mind
as you remember times long gone past
the wind in your hair as you stroll
a soft touch as a leave brushes your cheek
A certain scent I always wear
tells you I am near to you
yet when you turn around
you find you are alone
You can sense me watching over you
but when you reach out all you catch
is a shadow that slips away
leaving just memories behind
You can hear my voice in the breeze
carried down from the mountain top
feel me when you bath in crystal streams
and in the beams radiating from the sun
I am everywhere yet also I am nowhere
just the shadow that protects you
I am the spirit that dwells within you
the shadow of our love for each other
written in 2013
As we took a stroll on the lovely beach
Your kisses took me by total surprise
I a student and you had something to teach
It was pure joy as we beheld the beautiful sunrise
Your kisses took me by total surprise
My darling I’ve never known a love like this
It was pure joy as we beheld the beautiful sunrise
And I want you to know, I now know it exists
My darling I’ve never known a love like this
I’m confident we’ll have blissful tomorrows
I want you to know, I know it exists
Our days will not be filled with many sorrows
I’m confident we’ll have blissfully tomorrows
I a student and you had something teach
Our days will not be filled with many sorrows
As we took a stroll on the lovely beach
6-6-17
Sanmati is my angle’s name. She never
Analyses her problem without sure.
Neither does she answer anyone directly;
Mediates before speaking desperately.
Amit is her uncle’s name. Smart is he
Though teaches him how to be.
I am proud father and Kavita her mother.
Savita is her grandmother who bother
Always for her betterment. We all
Negotiate for her better stroll
Knowing how the future world be.
Either ways are taught to be free
Truth and honesty being you see.
“Jai Jinendra” is the first word
All we speak before tea or curd.
I am sure her grandpa Deshbhushan
Needs her help when he in tension.
Every now and then ,everyone is an island
and every now and then, I am an island too
Till,I see the first pink iris blooming in my garden
and one little bluebird singing on my porch
Till,I feel the sun-kissed dew melting on my skin
I watch the floating clouds pass by like puffy candyfloss
I hear my neighbour's laughter,as She walks her dog
I smell fresh air's spiced cinnamon and listen to a song.
I feel serene,just being in the moment
Watching seagulls soaring high
Whilst the most beautiful rainbow
arches the celestiene sky
Peace fulfill my heart
knowing how loved I'm to be here
God blissed my life with rich treasures
and He kissed away my tear
So happy I am today
for each dawn and every sunset
for each star,and crescent moon
every meadow and each valley
the high mountain and the dune
For each child yet to be born
For the cosy little cottage
which protects us from the storm.
So joyful I am ,for this stillness within me
as down the verdant hill I stroll
Spume's spray waft upon my feet
as I reach a pebbled shore
Against winds I ride in silence
Feel the breeze upon my face
I watch multi- coloured hues
of leaves burning in flame's blaze
So tranquil my cobalt night now
I'm in solitude but not alone
Watching fire-flies'little lanternes
glow upon my home sweet home.
~Come enjoy
.. a resplendent stroll in Angela Angelica ~..
Foliaged-clad shrubs
versatile petal kissed pathway
whispering a soothing welcome..~
Opalescent sun rays twinkling on the
azure forget-me-nots
Serenade of gardenias
in a moon kissed fulfilling orchid tapestry
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r f of a wild hued butterfly dance
Twilight dappled touch pattering towards
~ flirting fuchsia peonies
Glistening under crisped moonlight
blooming symphony of vermillion hues ..
Subdued roses
singing mellifluous melodies under a hushed starlight
S e k e
p c l d luminous shadows
in sync with the ongoing night.
Bouquets of lavenders leaving
a senseful exquisite odoriferous mist
Oh the
polychromatic, invigorating visual feast
in a powdery mystified seductive night
of Angela Angelica.
I stroll through the garden of delight,
Where fragrant flowers scent the air.
Each one a different hue and sight,
Each one a gift of nature's care.
I breathe in the sweet scent of gardenia,
A melody of citrus-floral blend.
It soothes my soul like a symphonia,
A white blossom, a harmonious friend.
I marvel at the lily of the valley,
A bell-shaped beauty, a graceful sight.
It fills my heart with joy and glee,
A fresh embrace, pure and light.
I inhale the rich scent of jasmine,
An exotic spice, sensual and bold.
It stirs my senses with passion,
A star-shaped flower, a story untold.
I unwind with the soothing scent of lavender,
A herbal balm, calming and mild.
It eases my mind with wonder,
A purple charm, nature's child.
I smile at the romantic scent of rose,
A classic love, floral and bright.
It warms my spirit with its pose,
A red symbol of the dove's flight.
I stroll through the garden of delight,
Where fragrant flowers scent the air.
Each one a different hue and sight,
Each one a gift of nature's care.
Effigy formed of inert dust,
Inhaled the divine pulse, vile vine
Infused with worth and dignity.
I'm not! I'm not! Fallen from grace;
I frown at my rueful bungle.
Sad to strut, my honor swishes
Shame; dark crusted conscience
Hangs on me; keeps paling my worth
Till I yell at Christ's open arms
For return of the gone glory,
So dear, the present, a shadow.
Years in the fire, self-refining,
Yielded scum, dross, a dull shine.
If I should have another chance,
Revert to the noble state I'd lost,
My heart could be tanned rainbow.
A dove cranes on a perch, offset
Against the blue, croons in the wind,
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?
Yet I battle with baneful pride,
Scorn the grace, the courting nocturne.
No end to my nice now, I wow.
Quite unequalled, I'll ever be.
The bell tolls for others, each time
Softer; the whir of a whirling world.
The sun keeps her scoot; stars, their stroll.
Summer smiles; winter whines, sulks.
Time etches against my proud form.
The bell! Sounds like tolling closer—
Jangling, ruffling... nettling.
Yet my pride... my pride sticks,
Lances the chance to begin again.
© 2015 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi