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-Gray Squirrel
07-27-2025
dusk settles on an Anglican Shrub
vespertine is downy down upon the vertical horizon
spring like frost is unraveling
toward a sunset on its late afternoon decline
at this stage of early-black twilight
a cygar shaped delirium is seeding
its exotic fragrance sweetly empowering
will linger until the crack of dawn
tenderly grown staked and supported
the poisonous angel scrumpet trumpets
a crepuscule's sundown into darknness
a pitch illumination begging to brighten
bathed in orange moire reflecting
by her petaled drowsiness unfurling
a day dream and a nightmare
time travel in tandem
lying dormant now in a trance
like flesh inside a nutshell
vespertine pulls away from early-bright
she's never this reflective in the sunlight
Spaceward: genesis, obedience, fathomless: universe.
In Cerulean: lambent, sullen, discernible: Close ignite.
With harmony: hypaethral, skyward, aether: womb hiccups
Whelm time: serenade, stardust, drizzles: diamond dust,
Overall trends: extinguish, slumber, wonder: celestial hymn,
By extolling: Argyle, twinkle, soothing: miraculous rule
Alabaster Gypsum: portholes, peering, ogling: rain glints
Rubicund Jocund: ventral, sheqalim, vivid: lured stars
Exalt air: Blistering, bleeding, molting: Corolla collide
Orotund Moire: Kaleidoscopic, sentient, dusk: carnal life
Grab fistful: Dripping, purple, precipitation: Sunburnt sky
Dodging Venus: Flytrap, ill-wishers, pyramids: Shift astern.
This variation on sonnet XL1 to illustrate what Kuhlmann intended .
kuhlmann is a verse poem of two phrases interspered with three related monosyllabic stem- words(nouns,adjectives )with an integral title.The label and form is derived from the baroque poet Quirinus Kuhlmann's 50 sonnet
form Love-kiss XLI
Poem inspired by the sonnet penned by Brian Stand
Hiding so sly
shameful shamrock;
Looking is strange?
I take no stock;
Beyond the flock
a brand new friend;
They suit me fine,
luck can be found.
On he goes
Lazily
Where he ends?
Cannot see
How’d he get
Front of me?
Wait, that’s me?
Seems to be
What the heck?
Turn around
Let him be
Backward bound
Up ahead
On the path
Me again
Time to laugh
Round the hill
Round and round
Time to find
Higher ground
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fancy name for 3-syllable quatrains with xaxa rhyme scheme
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/cethramtu-rannaigechta-moire-poetic-asides
Rabbit brags
crazily;
Tortoise plods
lazily.
Rabbit gets
sleepy, see.
Tortoise wins
Easily.
Work ethic
is lacking;
Rabbit gets
shellacking.
Relentless,
forward, there.
T’s out front
by a hare.
Nonfiction
or fable?
Decide if
you’re able.
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Using more dactyls seems a good match for the form...
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/cethramtu-rannaigechta-moire-poetic-asides
Though it seems
that somehow
things are not
quite right now,
When the end
is in sight,
He will put
all things right.
Is life fair?
Thank God, not.
We misjudge
our dire lot.
Standards used:
others’ wrong;
shadows cast:
dark and long.
Gravity:
where begin?
Misperceive
weight of sin.
Cast our cares
upon him;
comes the day
He’ll stand in.
Our chief end:
enjoy Son
for all time,
praise works done.
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Kind of bizarre - this is an Irish quatrain called a 'Cethramtu Rannaigechta Moire', but it just appears to be a quatrain with xaxa rhyme scheme and 3-syllable lines... A bit of a mouthful for something so simple...
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/cethramtu-rannaigechta-moire-poetic-asides
Ceiling above my skull
beyond the clouds
above the space and time
as silk moire, wand of ivory,
shadows of memories
as God watches the cupboard,
angels preparing breakfast
for universal morning
cherubs poke and squitter
original English of young
glutton | cap of moire,
pecker ivory, gut strings
of a guitar whose wardrobe
projects a lovely tongue
of pears she prepares
her tap shoes for Malaguena
and all the night's fair!
:: 08.07.2022 ::
Ready to fly
Sun kissing flesh,
eyes colored free
brand new and frosh;
Feverish wings
resistance weak,
Spring's glow so warm
gone for the week.
These garden escapes, hardy stalwarts,
have legged it from the border -
they have said goodbye to the shade-loving ferns
and broken free from the boundary wall
to seed in chippings, chesil slack,
a no-man's land by the standing trucks
blushing like children at the station box
who trespass for kicks in forbidden plots,
the place moire beautiful than ever before
because of their bright bravado.
In mind to see
one, as she is;
Love that's real
does heal; wise says.
Accept her flaws;
Don't impose thought.
Allow her views,
guidance; wise taught.
~x~x~
Lord, bless us with rain for our fields and crops
Tiny pin drops of water in the dark
Gentle tippy toe taps as opposed to clops
Soaking while receiving no blighted mark
Enkindling life, new growth, greenery moire
Strengthening rootstalk and birthing seedpods
Subtle beauty peeking from the boudoir
Slight breath of wind as stem and leaf applauds
Distant rumbles casting dreams of fortune
Filtered flashes foreshadowing morning
Every being given its due portion
Sunlight greets a good night's sleep adorning
Twilight brightens Your night's gifted labor
We work, we dance to Creation's tabor
I lost myself today.
Walking home I lost my way.
Lost in thought, my mind all gray,
like dots in patterns of senseless moire,
I've faded away.
My feelings died today.
Emotional turmoil gone astray,
once vividly painted, now, dull clay,
colorless, lifeless and dark in dismay.
Spirit broken as passions flay.
My heart broke today.
The love it had has drained away
like shards of crystal on stone parquet
shattered to pieces in my emotional fray,
left bleeding and broken in dismay.
The world stopped today.
Spinning slowly, the time fading away
loosing the fight in this ethereal display.
The daylight goes dark with each fading ray,
eternally black in lights decay.
My words won't come today.
Just worn out dribble and tired cliche,
cloudy, my thoughts are complete disarray
with meaningless babble and nothing to say,
so lost without my words today.
01/24/16
It took me time to embellish
myself
And long to reach you!
And there I stand confronting
you and lionise,
Behaving uncontrived and
candid!
And now you waste golden
moments talking to my better
half,
Bereft me and become
nonpareil!
Your fairer half still sits staid,
Not inveighing our inexorable
closeness!
Do not evince your antediluvian
ideas,
And undulate perplexed
disconcert!
If you vitiate my selfhood
today,
It would addle and might moire
me beyond identity!
Look into my eyes I am
dogmatic,
Very positive that Love will
triumph!
Written on 22/9/13 for
' Charles heigh wood contest'
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