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
Categories:
orotund, analogy, appreciation, sky, stars,
Form: Sonnet
The joy of God gifted out loud.
and darting, darting not from fright.
A playful moon amidst cold clouds.
I saw a lovely moon last night.
Full and fast — I’m fully engrossed.
A beacon scanning the sky-sea.
This mannah, an orotund host,
created perfect just for me!
1/28/2021
Categories:
orotund, god, moon,
Form: Quatrain
Trump Moribund and Rotund
Trump said that he is both clear and orotund;
What he amounts to is really being moribund,
A total lapse,
Then collapse,
And at same time he had been rather rotund.
Jim Horn
How is this one?
Categories:
orotund, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Bombastic… So grandiloquent
We are stated to be pompous asses.
Therefore, our outcry is heard.
2017 is over.
We are ready to bring in the New Year when the clock hits eleven.
One more hour to go.
Yet, time is moving too slow.
So, we party!
We are dancing and singing our favorite songs.
Illumining where we are demonstrative and high-flown.
Magniloquent… So bombastic
We are as plain as eyesight.
Our excitement is not pretentious.
We ready to blow minds.
2018 is the year to overcome the barriers that preexist.
It is time to move on and the past is history.
This because we are futuristic.
Orotund in the New Year with laughter and good will.
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Written at 8:40 PM EST on 12/31/2017!
Happy New Year!
Categories:
orotund, celebration, december, january, new
Form: Free verse
When I think of May showers
I envision mixed emotional skies
A jubilant sun smiling brightly with power
As clouds cry tears of rain on fireflies
Like a budding teenager coming of age
May showers can bring turbulent times
Fields of flowers bloom under skies of rage
As the rain taps my window with the sound of nature's chimes
The low thunderous rumbling of the sky’s belly
Lit with lighting as fast as blinking eyes,
The cleansing scent of rain is never smelly
Soothing me softly to sleep til the next gleeful sunrise
Showers of transitioning to long summer days and nights
Sing an orotund chorus of spring’s last rites
Written May 1, 2017, for the May Showers contest
Categories:
orotund, imagery, may, rain,
Form: Sonnet
Thus the fetter less shadows I've been dragging
As the seeds of stalwart words are germinating one after another
This is happiness that touches the horizon from green to dark green!
Leave to glade and the smell of wet air
A long time ago, the pain sounder has gone.
Ha bliss! Like sleeping,
Spend time idly into Bluish tint of the eyes.
Oh majestic! How to dawn
On my chest to match the sky!
A Cerulean sail of comfort
Stand against the wind!
From wave to wave, reaches far crowd.
How to going about lost so long personal invention of fancy!
Orotund rollicking, Malice aspirations,
Scream like heavenly dream.
My survival, my survival!
Across the field of sunflower plants, just a plant,
A sunflower, talking with the sun alone
Categories:
orotund, depression, fantasy, flower, hope,
Form: Free verse
I woke up this morning
with the skirmishes of dry land and earth
A glance through my window
and I saw the clouds uniting their crack.
The morning seemed like the late evening
with splashes of lights cutting across the sky
And all of a sudden it poured upon heavily
with numb sound of thirst and relief.
Masses running for shades
and the Juvenalilty was seen among the kids
Miry filed and smiley little faces
kicked the ball with all their coerces.
I couldn't dedine such a life
where one is sitting idle
and the other is making the day
It all happens as and when our senesce suffice.
Yet I have the belive with orotund tones of my lost juvenility
I threw out myself
burying all my forlornness.
Note: Dedicated to the wonderful monsoon weather
Categories:
orotund, nature, nostalgia
Form: Free verse