Long Suffuse Poems

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Premium Member Yearning Converts Into Dream

From the bejeweled sparkling sky
stardust spreads silvery tinsels,
the azure night turns mesmeric,
embracing me with fervent zeal.

I walk in forest in a trance
through mystique mist of reverie,  
in the constellation of stars
I see you shaped in charmed contours. 

The rising sun lifts a new dawn, 
colors spout in the horizon,
paint there an enticing fresco,
I see you portrayed as an art. 

As you suffuse me to the core 
with the gleam of your charming grace,
its radiance floods my lured heart,
my yearning converts into dream.

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March 30, 2022
Theme Chosen : Dream
Syllable Count : 8 per line (HMS)
Contest : Form L-Lay New
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Form: Lay


Premium Member Yet

“As you suffuse my heart 
with the gleam of your grace,
my yearning waits,
for I haven’t dreamt enough yet.” – Quote by Poet 


In the dusty dusk of the sultry summer,
the wind suddenly stops to blow.
The trees transform to transfixed fossils,
like my longing the dry leaves will wilt to fall,
and I wait, it’s not time yet.

The horizon of hope turns into an opaque wall,
draped by the dark cloud of despair. 
The thunder of agony shatters my gloomy sky, 
but from the debris of distress I will rise,
and I wait, it’s not time yet.

I stand sad beneath a twirling tree,
try to take shelter under the canopy of rhapsody, 
morph into a leaf to drift in the beguiled breeze,
that will carry me to you, 
and I wait, it’s not time yet.

In the dreamy dawn of the splendored spring,
you run on the flowery garden pathway.
Embellished by heavenly chromatic charisma, 
you will become for me a fascinating fairy,
and I wait, it’s not time yet.

Your fleeting feet scatter the silver dust, 
as you float in the mesmeric moonbeam, 
that will cascade on the visage of your smile,
sparkle for me with the sheen of stellar glow,
and I wait, it’s not time yet.
 
In the rejuvenated sapling of the spring, 
I hear in the rustle of the sprouting leaves,  
the whisper of rapture from yonder,
the yearning bud will soon bloom in my heart,
and I wait, it’s not time yet.

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April 5, 2023
Word chosen : Yet
Contest : Writing Challenge - "Y" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France

Premium Member Dawn Of Regeneration


The trees absorb autumn’s color explosion,
paint the leaves with crimson and gold patina,  
know the ballet of hues doesn’t last,
gets lost in the haze of winter air.
The gilded leaves leave the bare boughs 
of the stripped deciduous trees,  
dancing to the swan song of winter,
know revival is disguised in decay. 
Spring returns with stimulation of resurgence,
new lustrous leaves sprout in tawny trees,
gloomy garden flourishes with flaming flowers.
 
The blizzard of discontent blows,
my wrecked heart turns into a defoliated tree.
The sunburst days fade out fast, 
the twilight sky falls with depressing dusk.  
I don’t forget that the sun sinks
to rise again with resurrected radiance.
I wait for the heavenly hues 
to suffuse me with sanguinity,  
inspiring the Phoenix concealed within
to rise from the dust of distress
in the divine dawn of regeneration.

Premium Member In the Fresh Month of April

In the Fresh Month of April

There is a finesse expressed in a spring step
When flowers unfurl and come out to impress
And release fragrances unique to the nostrils
In the fresh month of April.

Pillowy clouds suffuse grey silken skies,
Bringing with them isolated showers,
Yet she would have us dance until the sun sets
And cherish the moment as if a promise kept
And partake in the frills of romantic thrills
In the fresh month of April.

So, shower away and revitalize the planet,
Unlocking the essence for life’s experience.
And we, light on our feet, limber in the chill
In the fresh month of April.
                            ***

Note:
   “April” comes from the Latin word “Aprilis,” which means “to open” and implies youth, beauty, and renewal. The daisy and sweet pea flowers represent the month of April, symbolizing purity, while the diamond is April’s birthstone, representing innocence. The colours of April are yellow, red, and colourless.
Form: Sonnet

Sailor's Song

Crimson red sailor's sky too soon devoured,
 shadowed contemplative horizon set,
brush faded on concrete gravestone flowered.
 promises denied from a lover's debt,

Rapture forever,  wind gale staggered free,
  breathe lithe love back across this distant span
salt foam tossing in humbled majesty
 edging in shallow sands, a rhythmic stand.

Once sent furtive dreams, kisses in each  crest
   pounded surf, nonchalant waves kinetic,
 whales whistling, anguished from their very breast,
   vestige song, purest love lost ascetic.

Suffuse me back out to the raging seas
 no longer is there a reason to be.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member Walk the Talk

The path is simple, walk on it
Erasing desires, bit by bit
Embrace and release, flow with ease
God's grace takes us to the summit

Demons of mind, we need not please
Simply flow like the morning breeze
Love alone's real, wisely choose
Let now cravings of ego cease

Succumb not to lower mind's ruse
Life's a dream, we can never lose
Find out the truth of who we are
Feel how bliss mists, our form suffuse

All's within, not somewhere afar
Our soul's light is like the North Star 
To know the truth, simply be still
There's no need to struggle and spar

Surrender fully to God's will
For pure hearts, voids within soon fill
We are enabled by God's grace
Thus easy is ascent uphill

06-April-2023
Form: Rubaiyat

Premium Member Harmony

The wheel of time makes 
the head drag the mind
on the winding pathway 
of the confused existence
amidst the rising dust 
of the senile summer of discontent,
but the heart still breathes 
the young spring air,
like a flower blooming 
in the flushing meadow,
swaying in the sunburst colors of joy.

The threads of mind and heart, 
seemingly untwinned render 
the entities of dualism discernable
in the intricate lattice of 
the shrouding shade and the luring light,
weaving the tapestry of life 
into seamless paired wholeness,
caught in the conflict of 
twin attributes seemingly unaligned,
but harmonious in dichotomy
like the sparkle of joy afloat 
on the rolling drops of tear.

Let the fulfilled life see 
the setting sun sink serene 
through the chromatic lens
of the crystalline mind,
the ecstatic heart aligned 
will absorb the last spectrum of harmony,
the gleaming bliss will then suffuse 
the sanctum of soul in the twilight hour.

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Written March 14, 2021
September 7, 2021
Constance La France's Contest : "H"Contest New Or Old Poems

Premium Member Daredevil

Like many comrades and councilors of Moon Knight,
Daredevil, Matt Murdock, was in fight and might, bright;
Reservoir of Herculean power and strength,
He could lift thousands of pounds and punch any length...!

Gymnast! Acrobat! Olympic muscle tissues!
He could suffuse or transfuse perilous issues.
Power, born of self-will experimentation,
Fused in him mercurial mobilization...!

Rat or cat or elephant like sharp hearing sense,
Owls and eagles like radar vision effulgence;
Enabled him antidate his environs clear,
And respond and combat with vehemence severe...!

Lion-like he could fight Captain America
Superman, another puissance replica;
Moon Knight and Daredevil, though, fought a tough battle,
Merged to collaborate with warm tittle-tattle...!!!


31 October 2022
Moon Knight Friend or Foe Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member In An Instant


The incisive probe of insight
dissects my life’s stratum of delusion, 
the shards of shattered pretense 
scatter as discarded debris, 
the mind reminds itself to forget.

The blizzard of discontent blows,
my desolate heart turns 
into a tree defoliated in wasteland,
far away from verdant thicket.
The sunburst day fades out fast, 
dusk envelopes the twilight sky.  

I don’t forget that the sun sinks
to rise again with resurrected radiance.
I wait for the heavenly hues of the new sun 
to suffuse me with the gleam of sanguinity,
when from the dust of distress
I felt the Phoenix, concealed within so long, 
rise in an instant for metamorphosis
in the divine dawn of regeneration.

Grow Wonder Each Passing Year



Dear Modina Odetunde 

A new day for you
A new chapter of your life
Beginning anew

My heart touches on
Fabulous prayer for peace
To strive in fun

Everywhere you are
Even at your home as wife
Be a shinning star!

That always do smile
Giving delight to sky, lease
Sparkling weaves in style

And take the pleasure 
To heart with warmest regards
Beyond eyes measure

Reaching out for hue
That suffuse light it presents
To which wonder glue

Admiring nature
Is twice admiring courtyards
Likely adventure

Life is truly good
To live twice young off ailments
Costly livelihood

Full of happiness
In true love and excitement
That please coziness

Through sunrise-sunset
Flowering graceful indictment
Cum birthday asset
Form: Haiku

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