The sun sets in soulful silence,
Its blissful beauty paints pearlescent sky,
Lovely light spreads soft its peace,
Like learned Rumi ruminating;
Poets praise sighing Sol,
The welkin wonder soothes senses ~
A cool cause to glorify God.
(Note: "learned" is counted as 2 syllables.
It's wrongly mentioned as 1 syllable in www.howmanysyllables.com)
The girl of glass,
Stands solemn in the garden
To her chest her hands grasp,
A heart now hardened
What is that,
Far off in the clear?
It’s wings thin and soft
Doth shed a crystal tear
Come, silken flier
Moth of utter beauty
Into my garden of fire
Garden of immunity
The glass doll gazes
Into your pearlescent eyes
And with a small smile
Her heart lets out a cry
Might it be sorrow
Or might it be neglect
Sickness of love
That begins to collect
No, but peace
That fills her tattered soul
Fills the broken spaces
Makes her feel whole
T'was a sorrowful midnight
the moon paints your name
in her twinkling array
Her starstruck children
weaving mystical metaphors
of silvered symphonies...
How strange it is,
forgetting the hoarseness
of your starless voice
as the world drapes itself
in pearlescent pools of moonshine
Isn't it strange?
How hushed rhapsodies sing
their shadowed verses of
your whimsical warmth
Wrapped in velvet-dark echoes
of rubied regret
Forever I shall wait,
In a sorrowful midnight
Amongst starlight moonflowers
of what's become of us
Oh, how I love staring up at the ethereal radiance of the moon,
resting against the endless onyx-black sky.
Her magical and mystical pearlescent glow is cast upon me,
I am delivered from my darkness—
I am shielded from my shadows.
The moon‘s celestial veil captivates me,
enticing me with her enchanting aura;
Her enigmatic beauty and powerful magnetism mesmerizes me.
When she is in her full-phase, so large and luminous, she appears nearby,
as if there is only a short distance keeping her and I apart.
Oh, how I wish it was possible to journey to the moon,
and walk lingeringly among the cratered rocky debris and gray powdery dust.
I would cherish the utter silence and serenity of space around me,
while forgetting all the desolation and ruination of the world I had left behind.
Pearlescent skeleton with bones of white
was stirring the brew on this Halloween night
His wrist was steady, his spoon was sure
Best brew of all I bet, said a witch, Demure
But he’s not a witch, I argued with her
Don’t be a bigot, she told me, his heart is pure
All you have to do to make the perfect brew
Is to want to do what this skeleton can do.
Kings drained the goblet
silver and pearlescent.
A sweet odour drifted
coiling heavenward
to feathered cloud spires
where ancient muses chanted
in tongues of mystery
and offered blessed words
inscribed on filigree parchment
engraved with magic images
worthy of few mortals.
Search for me ! I’m somewhere on Gaia
jumping timelines in azure release
planet raising consciousness, sublime
showers of pearlescent raindrops fall
traversing freely through dimensions
await phenomenal gifts bequeathed
as you plug into immortal bond
Search for me ? I’m inside of you, Heart !
There is tug of war between inside and out
map of my wondering mind invites you
I anchor your sensuousness whilst traversing
playful and scientific is my explorations
All your external quests leads you into my core
answers lie in our pulses held by the ALL
search for me inside telepathic waves
quantum is our eternal entanglement
Search for me from chaos to coherence
moving through tides of metal and fire
feel your rhythm in my veins all knotted
let go of outcomes as you Search for me
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{Contest : Repetition works when done right :
First Two Stanzas entered into Contest :
Placed 3rd : Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
6.1.26
syllable checked : howmanysyllables.com
9x8}
Written: December 30, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand
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alabaster dawn
sends pearlescent warmth through night—
light threads open sky
Written: December 29, 2025, for contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
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Alabaster dawn hums a pearlescent melody;
dappled dreams brighten the fading hours.
A wandering breeze lifts a soft-lit tiara,
prowling russet hues that loosen their grip.
Even clamor yields to the bliss of silence
as the year surges, washed in rising radiance.
Written: December 29, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
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Stardust, bathed in alabaster light, thrills.
Sultry tales whisper through pearlescent hush,
as a sharp dance of dreams breaks the dark.
Mellifluous skies sweep on sparkling fields,
a delicate crown forged from fragile hopes.
Soft carols sound in the shades of struggle,
unsure frets fade—jubilee grow, untamed.
Written: December 29, 2025, for the contest by Brian Strand
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pearlescent dawn
weaves the drifting stardust threads. . .
new light learns to breathe
In silence snow comes in the form of gentle drifts of feathered white that whisper with the wind, glistening in dawn’s stillness and bringing wonder to the world.” by poet
White feathered flakes have fallen from the sky,
and stillness has fallen like a soft sigh.
I inhale silence so sweetly serene
while reveling in the snow’s pearlescent sheen.
Diamond flecks on terrain have interlaced
so that land’s barrenness has been erased.
The air so refreshing makes me feel clean.
Yet untouched by man, oh, snow is pristine.
Azure drapes the dawn; gray has fled away.
Grace and pure enchantment have seized the day.
I savor the hush as silken as the snow.
Welcome, winter’s wondrous glitter glow.
Impressed am I
in season’s why
Autumn has paid
lavish visit;
her train is long;
royal colors
dazzle my street.
She lets me step
upon her robe
of yellow-red
and orange-brown.
Joy of jewels -
a sage parade.
Just cool enough.
This season’s why,
I smile at North:
it’s Georgia’s turn.
For Winter sought
the ready North,
assigned her snow -
pearlescent gift.
And she, the North,
this year might share
few shovels full,
if she can spare.
November's roses
linger through December . . .
fall's final gifts
the season's first snow
shows flakes pearlescent
drifting in moonglow
all through the night
with silence as its escort
falls the snow
a blessing bestowed
when light streams through my window . . .
dawn's tranquility
a cold day sun-graced
and on my bushes repose . . .
roses still snow-kissed
strongest cloven fiend
a face adored by Venus
beautiful bestial body
so loved by God in Genesis
take the crimson string
tied upon his velvety hide
red thread cuts the skin
ankles bound for the ride
hoisted on the mantle
an all engulfing spiral
upon pearlescent horns
blackish fur of desire
dark red heart
beating at his side
a full blooded kiss
could never be denied
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