I'm sitting with device in hand,
Trapped in forked thought,
Derailed, enqueued, attention spanned,
All plot but ought for naught.
Zephyr-jostled oriel,
Jalousie jingle jets,
Venetian piped boreal,
Cochlear tingle sets.
Typing taps of tip-toed pitter-patter,
The thumbs' chagrin of screen,
Ticking ornamental chatter,
As if later's to be seen.
Body borborygmus begs,
Tasks at hand be dealt,
Rather held in barreled keg,
And later burst in welt.
Nonetheless, here I am,
Sitting glass in hand and foot,
Sinking skin: a traffic jam,
Where later tasks are put.
Categories:
oriel, addiction, body, dark, endurance,
Form: Rhyme
She looks through the lens,
a Baltimore Oriole
had just flared into orange sherbet,
but now there was her wide-eyed grin
filling every space left over.
Once as a young man, I dated
a sweet girl.
I called her my ‘yellow ducky’
but even her comical loveliness
had only filled my arms and private parts,
but my head remained stuffed full
of a teenage kapok.
Watching golden eagles,
my long lens growing heavy
as I scan the sky for the false gold
in their plumage.
We used to call females ‘chic’s.’
As a kid, I had to wear
huge, round, corrective glasses
I was known as ‘owl’ boy.
The Baltimore Oriel is back,
it alights on a branch just above you,
blooming again in a frizzle of colors;
you are unaware and keep smiling
into the camera.
My head is a fizz of euphoria.
I bless Baltimore, for being
that golden city in the clouds
that I always thought it was.
Categories:
oriel, poetry,
Form: Free verse
J-ust
E-ase
S-orrowful
S-oul
A-nd
M-ind
A-s
E-yes
O-pen
R-ightfully
I-nterpreting
E-xcellent
L-ine
Topic: Birthday of Jessamae A. Oriel (July 24)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
oriel, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
J-ust
E-vade
S-orrowful
S-hadow
A-s
M-orn
A-fter
E-vening
O-pens
R-adiantly
I-n
E-arly
L-ight
Topic: Birthday of Jessamae Oriel (July 24)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
oriel, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
There's an unknown bird
I saw it just today,
hanging out in my back yard
then it flew away.
I ran to get my camera
a picture, I wanted to take,
I searched for it with my eyes
a beautiful picture it would make.
I noticed it had come back
on a different tree branch it sat,
it looked like a robin, copper and white belly,
when it turned around, it had a blue back.
I did get a picture though
but it turned out blurry,
been searching for it ever since
another picture to the collection for me.
Hopefully it comes back soon
finally a different bird I had seen,
I think it might be an Oriel
getting a picture would be keen.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
June.5/2015
I was trying to think for a while what this bird might have been and since I don't have the Internet anymore, I wouldn't know what kind of a bird it is. Then, when I REALLY thought about it, I was thinking of Baltimore, but I don't know why. Then it came to me...I think I just saw an Oriel. It would be cool, if I'm right.
Categories:
oriel, beautiful,
Form: Rhyme
Enhanced mood enriching Solace
Solace renewing mind and being..'
Being, transforming; sense of all.
All encompassing light receiving
Receiving to give more in strength
Strength reaching upwards as columns
Columns support shelter above
Above is great Intelligence...'
Intelligence awaiting a seeking..'
Seeking your soul, solar shows..
Shows form, throws shadows around
Around follows all, each solar year..'
©Joe Maverick 6-6-2015
Categories:
oriel, inspiration,
Form: Verse
Receiving to give more in strength
Strength reaching upwards as columns
Columns support shelter above
Above is great Intelligence...'
©Joe Maverick 6-6-2015
Categories:
oriel, inspiration,
Form: Verse
HER EYES
An ocean may be filled with gems arrayed -
With swaying jewels priceless and unique;
Her eyes provide the finest true display -
The only one I wish my eyes to seek.
The brightest diamonds turn each warming ray
Sent from the sun to shattered shards of light.
They have no warmth - their faultless facets play
And split to shreds the heart of sun so bright.
Are emeralds - those succulent green grapes
In bunches glazed and frozen - ever pressed
Into the flowing wine with fluid shapes
Of sad or happy tears when soft-caressed?
Her water-pearls at evening darkly shimm’ring,
Slow glow with morning satisfaction whole,
That lustre in the embers gently simm’ring
To widening oriel circles of her soul :
Warm, gentle, wet, as wavelets on the shore
Caress my soul and linger ever more.
.............................................................................................
Note
This is not a normal sonnet with 14 lines, but a
kind of "uber sonnet" with 18 lines and two
voltas....called a heroic sonnet.
Categories:
oriel, beauty,
Form: Sonnet
Small moated manorhouse oriel windows silver mists
White damask silver and crystal tinkling chime sounds
Yew and privet hedges grew over the rose brick facade
Overlooking a small pond and fountain leading toward
Poodle topiary garden path forking onto a glinting river
Through the maze her blushing complexion reddened
The scent of his warm breath fresh musky and alluring
Young ladies are drawn to him like metal to a magnet
Curved hedge edges came to a dead end Rich chuckle
In the midst of the privy maze safetys kept and hemmed
Savouring forgotten scents of deep pink rose blooms
Powerful blood-red rose perfume that wafted in waves
Categories:
oriel, mystery, people, social, uplifting,
Form: Verse