In the hush where summer
has already surrendered,
autumn flowers unfurl with
a defiant, molten grace.
Chrysanthemum burn in
burnished amber and saffron,
petals layered like antique
parchment catching the late
light.
Dahlias deepen into
oxblood and plum, velvet
crowns that hold the dusk
inside them.
Asters tremble in lavender
mist and violet dusk, small
constellations against the
cooling air.
Marigolds flare in carnelian
and gilded gold, stubborn
suns refusing to dim.
And the last roses- oh, the
last roses- blush in
russet, claret, and
copper,
their edges kissed with the
melancholy of frost.
They do not mourn the
shortening days.
They incandescent.
They are the earth's final,
extravagant exhale-
a chromatic elegy written in
pigment and perfume.
Crisp wind combs through
them, and they answer
with color so rich it feels like
a benediction:
ochre, bronze, burgundy,
mahogany, and sunset coral.
Every stem a small rebellion
against fading.
Every bloom a reminder that
endings can be opulent.
Autumn doesn't take the
garden quietly.
It dresses it in jewels, and
sets it on fire with beauty,
before letting it go.
A yacht would be the cherry on the daiquiri
but a tad too opulent for me
Give this admiral a sturdy old dinghy
let me row my way out to sea
A mansion with all the trimmings
six carports, servants quarters separate
Then again, with my aging Edsels
why invest now; I’m not desperate
Ah, a round-the-world cruise
just the tonic to soothe
Yet relaxing at home on my couch
I peruse the planet on TV, munch and slouch
So, just let me alone and leave me be
bathroom breaks ~ adventure enough for me
Oligarchs
flaunt a lifestyle
folks can
only dream of.
Luxurious yachts,
opulent
mansions,
solid gold
toilets,
decadent
precious stones,
and world-class cuisine.
Materialistic,
posh,
and ostentatious.
12/22/2023
In the softest, snowflaked, winter moonlight she walks
The townspeople peered out their frosted windows fora
chance peak.
Not a precious feather moves, and she is not stalked.
All knew not to mess with her, for she is their hope and
not a town freak!
Rebelloisuness courses through her throbbing, silent.
robust veins.
She dreams of a world in peace, free of all govermental
intervention .
A must,is that, on any writer, forbidden foreever, any
attempt to dare their pen to restrain,
Streets for all, to walk without dark fear, a world sparkling
with open, jubilant communication!
opulent peacock
disdainful beautiful bird
marvellous to watch
king of his domain
iridescent arrogance
breathless I'm In awe
crested feathered crown
stunning fan tail on display
flawless perfection
'O' Words
Poetry Contest
Chosen Word: Opulent
Sponsored
by:
Constance La France
25/03/2023/center>
Pixabay image by:Vinsky2002
The Pro Wrestling Tagboard
"The Opulent Show"
"he Show Assemblage"
The Pro Wrestling's Tagboard
featuring championship
and challenge series bouts
Contention, both score
and challenge.
Stats rewards for non titlist
seeking contention
Opulent and Assemblage
The Pro Wrestling Tagboard
Forte Adagio Tempere'
The Pro Wrestling Tagboard!
The American TopTen Song of Weeks 33--40
Challenged new Top Ten Song From Weeks
$1 to 47 for both
contention trophy and crown.
Said he was best and desevered
A championship. Cited his ablities as
means of accomplising the chore
ahead of him.
Oh ye who whisper's
might the words speak
it right
It sings in day
and comforts at night
It's real and realist
by morning it assures
it's labored to
refresh
and it is never ignored
We as one speak
sing
and talk
we reel to harvest
and
Wish to one anothers
thoughts
it's rightest
from devotion
a steady need for
one another
Love
my love
make all
things right
Opulent forest
natural prisms sparkle;
Cache of riches.
The sensitive brilliance of a lighted flame.
Yet, filled by vitality, will spark and inflame.
I had been ashes, encouraged by your presence.
At first, faint flares, yet before long propel us.
Utterly, we were talented to a calm rumble.
I was interested in the brilliant shade fettle.
Applauds such warm and compassionate eyes.
I don't cognize how you'll harm me in disguise.
Love sprouts as auld as the roses bloom in June.
The gathering happiness under the halcyon moon.
The people of yore wrote in regards to romance.
We were unable to strive to conceal our happiness.
The fire was quenched by nightfall.
Relics degraded to an opulent sprawl.
Written: October 22, 2021
~ Opulent the tulips ~
overflowing in hues
organization ... gone_
Overwhelming richness
~ open-hearted to sun ~
over-joyed I ramble
oblivious of time_
____________________
April 4, 2021
Poetry/Pleiades Verse/Opulent
Copyright Protected, ID 04- 1343-902-04
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Pleiades O
sponsor, Kim Merryman, Judged 04/06/2021
Third Place
explosions
of tonality
post
romantic
bells birdsong
melody & dance
moving movements
to caress
the soul
alight
in the ear
sounds of nature
harmony
harnessed
in
tragic outbursts
insightful
profound&deep
crescendo of death
exposed
overshadowed
with
hope
resurrected
Opulence is not flatulence especially in a house. And onion peel is very useful for persuading a plant to float in a prism. It is often great to watch a pea boat sail past. Rather remarkable it is. Round swirling orb. The balancing of a metre thick rug is amicable when on a trapeze. Akin to turning around on a very high roller coaster. But when travelling does one not partake in crusts of buttered lava bread. Booming bongos bringing baking beads. And so tread carefully. And lightly. When mixing physical currants,raisins and particles of icing across the skyways. Skyways are often very interesting for the patterns arriving are never exact. Good. Great isn't it? Sunrises tell of faith in a sunflower. And thrice times a weapon is twenty times a sea urchin. Basking. Knead or need? Savour that in a barm. Belligerent barbershop breaks beakers. 1 2 3 4 huckleberry fin at a disco. And a fig dancing around to the tune of a saxophone played by a fat prawn with very googly eyes, buck teeth, and a stripey hat. Hum. Xxxxx humanitarian z plagioclase p and a custard donut assortment. Z
her opulent presence
is beautifully crafted on the night of the mind
her tattooed form elegantly painted sensitively
but oh so erotically
lip rings and candy necklace feast for the lusts
but she knows your eyes are on the plunging neckline
she is a deeply written romance novella
she is a poem of darker daylight
longing within her good girl image
to be as bad as bad girl can be
beautifully written in that smile
written in the sunshine of the opulent soul
The Playground of the Opulent
Today we drove to a posh enclave in Algarve
where the rich live sheltered behind tall walls,
pristine roads were empty not a speck of dust.
They came here to seek privacy not wanting to
the everyday activities of ordinary people and
what they got is loneliness and despair behind
beautiful facades; everyone is a stranger there
is no community in this disinfected hellhole.
This is a striking place has expensive golf courses,
a simple sport with a stick and a ball has become
the only interest for many who are dedicated to
what is the ultimate of infantile pastime. To keep
this place pristine there is a posse of uniformed
men, I think they are there as penitentiary guards.
Shah-Jahan possessed mountain of light
star of africa King George held bright
filths purchase black moon..
their possession, not they; people praise thine
diomonds subsist,
heir dies
owner of rare memories, you are velvet rich….
The chamber once sprawled
without the comfort of softness.
Each step would echo off the
cruel marble without sympathy
for the churn of my blood taunts
as it yearns to fluidly move free.
Ornate tapestries drape with
the audacity of age wrapped
in dust, the grime of centuries
of shed skin from victim and
pillager alike looking to find
a similar in the lulling breeze.
From my earliest, these fibers
dazzled eyes with wonder naive
to spark waves of illumination
that rippled in imagination until
I never found myself alone inside
the sanctum of voice made flesh.
Despite the haunt of lunacy,
I build a new loom in darkness
to keep proximity narrow yet
focused true upon urgent threads
checkered in design coercive
in my mind before clacking into
code.
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