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Wind and sea and waves and sun
sand in toes as day is done
Seagulls glide, sandpipers run
young dad splashes with his son
Breakers rise, translucent teal
lifeguards poised as youngsters squeal
Seniors search for shells - they feel
twelve again as sun rays heal
Sky on fire towards the west
clouds in lustrous fashion dressed
Cosmic artistry - I'm blessed
songs of peace swirl through my chest
Violins waft quietly
over swelling timpani
Saxophone soars soulfully
bidding hearts to be set free
Blushing scarlet, clouds advance
smell of salty foam enchants
Palm trees sway as in a trance
recalls young love's first slow dance
Couples stroll, fingers entwined
share a kiss if so inclined
Rising moon smiles as designed:
gives the anxious peace of mind
Waves still warm from midday blaze
surfers dance in sea-mist haze
Sailboats flee from stress-filled days
springtime struts; summer sashays
written 23 June 2023
INSPIRED BY CY
New day, the same circle conversation!
I slow speak my felt truths,
You stumble-spin lame accusations
And another valid topic will thrash itself mute.
We should just get a tape recorder.
Instead of arguing, we’ll just play that
And save emotional voices the bother.
You may not know what happens next,
But I know, I have memorized the steps:
Your chin will raise as your fists flex and
You’ll accuse me of thinking I’m perfect;
I’ll give up on your ability to reflect,
Execute stern hushing for my quiet effect
And we’ll live stiff with no sign of upset.
Stormy emotions from this current singe
May taint our bond with their imprint,
But our love violins aren’t in quit’s bin.
Our imperfect love remains heart-hinged.
We know when this new circle conversation ends,
I’ll be a silenced pinch, you’ll do a pouting binge,
Until need finds us easing for embrace again.
Have you ever heard, love's symphony
When two peoples' hearts, play harmony
Sweet violins, enhancing the night
Duetting eyes twinkle, in candlelight
Her inviting, tender, smile imparts
Strumming, harp strings, of your heart
Did you hear the blast, of trumpets so bold
When you offered, her, your hand to hold
Loud rhythmic beat, of a single drum
To a choir, of accompanying, angels hum
What a beautiful, rhapsodic, melody
Like tickling a pianos', ivories
Bells and soft chimes, begin, to clang
Marking the start of the next refrain
An exploding crescendo, came suddenly
As her lips, touched yours, so passionately
While this magical orchestra plays together
This music of love, lasts forever.
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
for my mom.
outside my window small sparrows are singing
early birds with dulcet songs drifting
from somewhere a baby cries
a loud dog replies
music plays
with
violins
a hummingbird whirls
with wild wings going clockwise
and the morning breeze is murmuring
and Spring is singing and whispering my name
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June 2016 - Edit and Repost February 27, 2021
Poetry/Verse/Spring is Calling
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1332-743-27
All Rights Reserved, 2016, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, All Yours (Feb 28)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 02/28/2021
First Place
Stepping through time
The song it was sad, such a desolate melody
We danced to a weeping of horrific dreams
Symphonies lost as the days go uncounted
Steps keep the tempo, delusional scenes
A pirouette frown lingers sorrowed poetically
Her hand is cold, almost lifeless in mine
And in those eyes, distant teardrops are echoing
Staring the ending not far down the line
Depression illumines the dark shadows crawling
Moon light deceives like an absentee star
Violins pluck out a lonely notation
High pitched and weary like bells in a jar
Stepping through time to the lonely days harboring
Soon it will be but a waltzed aftermath
Holding her close midst the demons now battling
This, the last dance, me and Sylvia Plath
2/7/17
Written for the: Stepping Through Time Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Poet Destroyer - Parades and Carnivals
Soft feathers gather up with color
On the wind to play as friends
They come floating first above the boulevard
Kind thoughts there elevate, somewhere between the innocence
Trumpets, drums and violins come thumping on the street
Poet Destroyer is there to keep the peace
Hiding in disguise as Linda
She jumps up one thousand feet and lands
Right in the heart of Poetry Soup with marching bands
Flutes come alive while she eats fire
Catching knives between her teeth, and bullets just for fun
While petting hungry tigers, yawning all the while
Parades fill in the rest of life with yellows reds and peach designs
When PD comes marching down the streets all smiles
She wakes up, takes on greater feats
Casting royal colors in purples, gold and lavenders
Announcing the start of carnival
Trusted, serene, sweet dreams and memories
She speaks of dragons flying by her side in times gone by
But today, arise!... carnivals, parades, and dancing happy feet
Bad memories sink out of sight
Diabolical forces, hard matters, enemies of play
Will have to gravitate their weight some other day
No draconian measures or moments here
PD has come to host parades and gaiety
Delicious love and fun gather up the sun
You can certainly feel the warmth
Rising lighter than the feathers to tickle everyone
Linda jumps again and does it just for fun
Created on 12/04/14 for - Fighting Depression (poems for PD) - Poetry Contest
"Birth of Venus"
The yo yo
bleeds and bends
a life haunted by ghouls
green nymphs
blowing pixie dust
kissing bottom
a donkey’s soul
tight rope walkin' -
all for love
trust
is the pill
swallowed
suspension;
addiction,
the lies laid
believed in cut perfection
the trapeze drop
plays purple rain
prisoners
seeking sanity
the windows close
out the world
eventually
what lives in sleep
comes to collect you
flame throwing its creed
sparkling angels
drag their smiles
fresh scarlet stilettos
legion
playing
violins
Botticelli reaches
for his pearl
rising from a new ocean
naked virtue
clean living
on a clam shell
birth of Venus
eyes smiling
irreverently
not a word
spoken
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Ison"/Sevdaliza
https://youtu.be/znV9KDsNtXY
pixie dust/angel dust/purple rain.
Bottom/Midsummer Nights Dream.
Botticelli/Birth of Venus.
https://www.widewalls.ch/magazine/the-birth-of-venus-botticelli-painting
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nick_Bottom
Wars and desolation,
tears and separation
made angels weep over the dead...
seeing all the wounds that bled.
A walk towards love can bring lasting peace,
hands in hands to strengthen togetherness;
a walk towards love can stop all madness...
let's take away the tight chains of frustration,
how can anyone prosper in dire deprivation?
They must fly higher than the beautiful geese;
angels will be overjoyed with happy tears,
they will even dance around God's throne,
we will hear them from above-playing violins...
and they will fly down to earth to atone,
to share the glory we have not known.
A walk towards love can unify the entire Humanity
into one family where all can really love;
a walk towards love is the beginning of equality,
merry music will be sung in the holy grove!
Let's stop the anger that starts violent riots,
let angels share our joys, not our sorrows;
they cheer when people are saved, not slain;
they smile with tenderness and sing a refrain.
A walk towards love can stop the throwing of cold stone,
a walk towards love makes hope grow in a heart so alone;
dry every face and restore their faith in their lost dreams,
embrace them and give them the warm smile of hope...
a peaceful world is built on a love that doesn't set limits,
we can live free only when we don't try to hinder the scope.
Wan is the hiemal world outdoors,
The biting breeze blows bitter,
like a blizzard building in momentum,
Cold creeps in through the closed windows,
But his harmonic heart is happy and warm,
touched by tantalizing tingles of tender tunes.
~ silent violins play violet symphonies ~
The mystery of mauve melodies mesmerise his mind,
as he is lost within his mellifluous macrocosm;
Intoxicated with invigorating inspirations,
he experiences euphonious euphoria,
Forgetting the frost and frozen fingertips,
he hums sweet sonatas in the making.
~ soothing arias arouse amethyst emotions ~
A string of soft heliotrope strains
brush away the brumal brutality,
And even as the notes swell, they quell the chill,
The warbling waves wind up in a waltz,
resonating sizzling rhythms all around the room;
Content with cantatas serenading magenta Maestoso.
~ lilac lyrics light up lavender legacies ~
The void vibrates—vast, violent, vivid~
and the stellar symphony silently swirls.
Orion's orchestra joins in, oscillating overhead.
Through celestial currents, silver stardust spins~
serenading the silent spheres with songs
spun from supernovae’s spent suns.
Planets pause in their ponderous paths,
pivoting with stardust in peaceful pirouettes~
a ballet performed in the boundless blanket of night.
A combustible comet crusades through the cosmos
cantillating a melody only Jupiter understands.
Saturn's sapphire strings strum along softly~
meteorites murmur past the Kuiper cliffs.
Venturing through velvet skies,
Venus violins verses from its volcanic plains.
Mercury, with its metallic mass and molten mist,
mingles with stardust making marvelous melodies.
Stardust entwines with earth’s ethereal embers~
now effervescent, stardust explodes into song
serenading sentimental poets like you and I.