Mellifluously Poems

Naughty Day

The dawn's unfolding horizontally, a kaleidoscope of color, as morning's promises lap warmth in my ear, the sun's fiery rebirth, painting the horizon with brushstrokes of glory, reflected rays of light dancing across the world, awakening the senses, a crescendo of radiance, sublime and brilliant.

As the pyrography star beams caress my skin, I surrender to serenity's smooth touch, this unvest unfolding like a nudist precious gem, thy mistresses of day gazing upon the rising sun, their mellifluously singing sensual serenata, I drink in the crisp air, swaying to the rhythm of today’s sexy melody.

Silver Bullet

As I look into the vast ocean of wight,
here in the shadows of wont right,
left amongst the myriad mellifluously,
will you still hold a monstera like me?

To be this maiden fair — to care about myself,
ore not to mine — opals rainbow in black skies,
heralding a new plateau of what you know,
breaking the shackles of the winter cold.

As I gaze into the bleak sea of night,
hearing sweet edicts of your final rites,
left turning into an arrow without a quiver,
wilt lullabies still paint my death in color?

To sweven this ounce of decadence in my beloved,
my amo mia, my final goodbye to you,
gould by the expire in hot vermillion — and blue,
kiss blew in the mind with lead — me and through.

Sometimes we need to be — golden silence.

Leafs Fall

Like autumn leaves, our memories rustle and fall,
gently nudging levees, a bitter sweet recall.
Where shadows play and deceive, I wander lost,
I am a broken doll, with a mischievous grin,
trapped in a maze of complexities and faux,
a fleeting glimpse of joy in the darkness within,
searching for the path to wisdom, hunting relief,
between enlightenment and ignorance, siren beckoning,
And now I'm trapped in a mellifluously sung melody.

Morier Invictus

Esoteric enchantress mellifluously serenades
Abattoir hymn of threnody in this boudoir 
Quintessential embodiment of thanatopsis
Quixotic dreamscape’s lachrymose fountain
Melody of scarlet puppetry in a masquerade 
Grandiloquent gaiety phantasmagoric vitae

Hollow Chest

Bonfire fly it’s light high into the nigh
A flicker where I see you countenance
Ironically to splay the feast
In that glimmer
Something simmered
Two never be released

Touch me, rub me, kissy
Ask you if you missy
Princess in a grim’s fantasies
Another night I sit to sing to the sky
Sang this sylph dirge mellifluously
Arc rampart tracing hearts in the stars

You took my breast beat from me
Hollowed out my chest cavity
Scalpel edge serrated blades
I gaze up velvet lips edict low whisper
Keep it no there is no returns
It’s broken

Each of the Five

What rose does not more beautiful appear
after your eyes have gazed on it so long?
The lark I now mellifluously hear
because you drew attention to its song.
The crisp aroma of dawn's petrichor
becomes acute as we walk hand in hand.
The taste of coffee pleases all the more,
partaking as we hunt shells in the sand.
To touch your face sends every neuron humming,
with you my sensors fire every minute.
Your heart and mine in one accord are drumming;
Our house is home because your love dwells in it.
You heighten every sense, each of the five;
With you beside me, life is more alive. 

Written 29 Jul 2022

Abecedarian Monokus I

Actual aptitude and action almost always align aright.

Beautiful bliss, beastly belligerent behaviors: both burn bright.

Caringly convinced, cantankerous curmudgeons collapse, contrite.

Disdaining darkness, devoted disciples dig deep, discover delight.

Erudite, eager efforts encourage, energize, even excite.

For faithful few, fortitude, ferocious fight favors failed, feeble flight.

Gesticulating graders generate ghastly groans grinding graphite.

Happily, Horton has highly honed hearing; howler has humble height.

Invite ideas, ignite ingenuity, illumine insight.

Jaundiced jackboot juxtaposing "justice", jubilation: Jacobite.

Kindly koala kid keeps knitting knotted kaleidoscopic kites.

Levity lifts languishing leanings, leaves listeners luminous, light.

Mellifluously mild merriment mellows mad, malevolent might.


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Lol, this is an abecedarian monorhyme of alliterative monokus.
Not sure I'll get to the second half

Nature

Nature with your arms stretched around ,
You cradle those who once cared for you ,
Love and affection your land abounds ,
You sing mellifluously on an unreal view .

At night when silence falls lovers creep ,
You whisper we escape from a scream ,
For the loss of your friends you weep ,
But you still bloom with your eyes agleam .

The sun smiles brightly in the blue sky ,
And lightens up our dampened moods ,
Rushing rain so mild like a child's first cry ,
Sparkling green are your thick woods  .

Nature showers her love unconditionally ,
Which makes me feel loved and  airy  .

My Muse and Me

Deep violet Hibiscus with velvety petals, 
On the quaint fence, sprawl the zestful creepers.
Mesmerizing tall branches of serene evergreen, 
With tricksy Swallowtails, Redbreast Robin merrily whistling.

Ebullient songs of chirping Hummingbirds,
Little bushy squirrel excitedly searching for nuts, 
Large leaves of Willow creating a comforting shade underneath, 
Reminding of secret footsteps, rustling of leaves.

Mysteriously charming moon with blinking stars at night, 
Gleaming jewels tell poignant stories, luminous and bright.
An unforgettable lullaby raindrops whisper, 
Meanders in my alluring dreams, a gently murmuring river.

Peacocks dancing in a trance to the exuberant melody of rain - 
Enthralling are the mystical rays of golden dawn divine.
In the fathomless blue ocean of my memory, I dive, and find the pearls, 
My muse, my inspiration - guiding light, most precious! 

Crooning mellifluously in my recurring dreams, 
The deepest love, the immense blissfulness, all intertwined! 

        

                                           July 26, 2020
                        A Brian Strand Rhymed Poetry Contest

Lull-Lull-Lullabies

Lithesome fingers trailed along 
the ukulele’s  frets
as Lilah played her dulcet lullabies.
Swaddled in a blanket, smiling,
lay her little lad,
looking up at her with large blue eyes.

Lilah lilted, “Sleep, my son,
for tranquil dreams await.
Lull-lull-lullabies for you I sing.”
As she crooned mellifluously
lulling him to bliss,
she watched small eyelids flutter-fluttering.

Lightly, lightly, letting fingers
roll along the strings,
Lilah moved her delicate small hand.
Eyes that lingered lovingly
on the wee one saw
him amble soundly into Slumber Land.


May 29, 2017 for Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer's Contemporary Poetry Contest
*I enjoy almost all types of poetry, but I suppose this represents more the Classical approach which I most often use (more lyrical and with some rhymes) though my focus is on alliteration here. I love the way L words sound!

The Cove

Rivulet
      
       ripples

              mellifluously

       surreptitiously

lilt
            conflating

         into

a
demure 
lagoon

Symphony of Seduction

You mellifluously
Strums cords across the harp
And manipulate
The tender strings which lie across my tender heart

The melodies that you play
Initiate a graceful, but deviant dance
As the notes of ecstasy entwine in song
Within passion's lust, onto a man in fast

The strings, winding round upon your finger
They tighten, intensify unto touch, 
Strangling, choking what once was mine
Pleasures override, now withering in appetites of flesh 

Your pipers tune, mesmerizing 
Leading emotions off astray
Wandering lost within performance
And a soul is left, bare, trembling and afraid

Then suddenly, the music stops...
End of climax and the curtain drops...
Into darkness of backstage

Where I ponder 
Further composition, ballad, opera if I must
How to once again partake, upon the melodies of
Your seduction serenade of lust

Perhaps hope, in glimpse of
I could win back the ghost 
Of what was, a never love

For mere moments
I contemplate 
If a cold mistro heart, such as yours
Could ever be, truly satisfied enough

My Poem

(I don't see a Rondel form category so I am using "rhyme")

My poem is just a happy carousel
that merely wants to take you round and round.
It has no wish to preach or be profound.
So choose your favorite creature; ride a spell!

A zebra, elephant, horse, and gazelle
go up and down in rhythm with sweet sound.
My poem is just a happy carousel,
that merely wants to take you round and round.

This poem is cousin to the villanelle.
In days of yore in France, it was renowned.
With sole intent to pleasure, not confound,
It flows mellifluously, a rondel!
My poem is just a happy carousel.



For Jared Pickett's "The Rondel" contest

Immured

Verily,here,is awaited fate.
I,artificer of that which immures me,
am befuddled by such hands that abate
and augment 'mid its trice mellifluously.

There is no such animal as time
thrashing at one's mind
with its keen ungual;
ravishing ponder to despondent wonder.

Hobbles and fetters of sullen hue
embellish the aura of my silhouette.
Verily,here,there is penance due
for the catharsis of my soul's etiquette.

Amongst miserable ululation
from pederasts and recalcitrant knaves,
I hearken my own lamentation,
And to my heart's resound I am but a slave.

There is no such animal as fate,
laden on one's pate
with heft of loathsome beast;
ravaging blunder to a roseate ponder.

In the Misty Theme

And sometimes, in the misty theme, comes the downing of tools
When the twilight rain drizzles in its bereavement,
As a curtain falling on the last encore of a play,
And all that remains to dwell upon is past achievement.
Time is looking back on the years and passion past,
Whilst there stretches like a golden coast the future yet to be,
And sometimes, in the misty theme, comes the picking up of threads
And the plotlines of the dreams of wonders yet to see.
 
And sometimes, in the misty theme, comes the leaving of friends
When the calm unbroken seas glint beyond the valley walls
Where horizons sprawl uncharted in their distant view,
And where the siren of eternity mellifluously calls.
Now is looking forward to the treasures yet to come,
And the visions of a destiny proclaimed by hidden days,
And sometimes, in the misty theme, burns the second light of life,
For a world as yet unfathomed in her grand mysterious ways.

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