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
O' pearlescent papercuts painted in
honey jar spells of journaling june ~
I ponder, if the spirit of
the seven-spiked sun must taste
the pewter petals of
slow-dying summer,
to hear what fades
and lingers
in the
heat
of
healing
damsel dusks...
breathless... lifeless...
to feel the forlorn ~
in liquid scents of love...
but, why do I evermore
remain a whispered wound, bleeding...
weightless in the veins of weary weeds,
wrinkled in the holy hymn of heartbeats?
"Month by month, season by season, love will either come and go, or love will maybe somehow grow." - quote by author
In spring, love sauntered in. I still recall
your eyes like azure skies, enchanting me.
Along a country lane we strolled, hand in hand;
then kissed beneath a budding willow tree.
In summertime, we lay on a beach til night
had swallowed sun and showed us new delight -
bright diamonds shining down on just us two
as we shared dreams, giddy in the moonlight.
In autumn, days grew crisp, and even though
October’s leaves were such a brilliant hue,
your eyes had lost their luster. Nights less warm
foreshadowed that I’d soon be losing you.
In winter, I was standing all alone
as flurries from the frigid air touched my face.
Though pretty and pearlescent was the snow,
I was yearning only for your embrace.
Prince Pastoral Peacock it must be our lucky day
Elect to spread your plumage erect a fine display
Pivot proudly a tailpiece of fancy feathers fanning
A crest of blue-green eyes omniscient panning
And to watch you step with such cadence
Pleased to make your regal acquaintance
Leucistic yellow morphs pale palettes like Lady Peahen
It’s what you ladies are called if you’re a peacock hen
Pearlescent white wisps a breathtaking bride’s gown
Feathered fur flow accessory accents a diamond crown
Blushingbrides tail in tow, did you pack a bridal trousseau?
Parade before your castle please and I shall bow if so
my pear tree’s petals
pearlescent in the sun . . .
the b l u s h i n g plum
Flood of anonymous agony
inundates the debris of hope,
weed-webbed wasteland
of receding reverie
erodes in delirium
within turbulent essence,
wreckage of life piles up,
unlived,
transforms rapture garden
into winter badland
of foreboding discontent,
perceived.
Future meadow waits
to be sauntered
sanguine,
invents fantasy alchemy,
making magical gold
from ferrous aspirations,
gilding rusted crust
of weathering present,
metamorphosed,
marigold ecstasy blooms
in the Midas-touched mind,
mesmerized.
Wrapped by golden rays
of garnet sun,
setting sublime
beyond the content ocean,
entranced mind rolls
in twilight zone
on sapphire life waves,
broken,
yearning psyche is drawn
within the anguish trough,
crashes on existential shore,
shaped by the shadow
of pearlescent past,
petrified
in the collapsed sandcastle
on the beleaguered beach
of the stilled time,
enfolding the blanched grains
of aureate dreams,
d i s i n t e g r a t e d…..
Pearlescent specks were sprinkles in a sky
that would have been dark but for the white
of those ivory flakes I saw
twirling so tranquilly down.
Swirls of serenity -
those pearls of the night
filled me sweetly
with delight
before
bed.
When
I woke,
I looked out
my window to
see what night had brought.
While I had been buried
in dreams gone unremembered,
dull barren land of December
lay enfolded pristinely beneath
a beautiful argent eiderdown quilt.
Black onyx night, of the pearlescent moon,
diamond dew kissed, musk rose red.
Deep purple and white passion!
Phantoms dance in lilac dreams;
around the corner of blooms,
with memories of sunshine.
Comparing lovely costumes,
in fields, beds and flowerpots,
just steps away from moonlight.
A polka dot rainbow flared.
The names of the poems from which each line
above was taken, is listed in order:
1. Precious Black Night
2. Sunshine Missed
3. Lilacs Lacy
4. A Fruitful Day
5. Hibiscus Hypnotic
6. Van Gogh's Flowers
7. A Final Sundown
8. Impossible Primroses
9. Redolent
10. Polka Dot Rainbow
A winter night where the stars will gleam
divinely touched with silver beam
Through the floorboards of heaven they sing
with sparkling white robe and folded wing
Cast fragrance in the dim morning light
moving rhythmically in synchronized bright
From the kingdom of the heavenly voice
the probability of their existence - your choice
There is room for a step between man and God
Pearlescent wing ornament bends under the sword
Let me conjure some mystical moonstone melodies
A symphony of sapphire strains and ruby rhapsodies
A harmony of hessonite hymns and pearlescent praises
A litany of lapis lazuli lullabies and limestone lyrics
Amethyst anthems join in chorus with beryl ballads
Carbuncle canticles rise up along with diamond ditties
An emerald euphony of jasper jingles and obsidian operas
A magical mix of turquoise tunes and aquamarine arias
A playlist of peridot poetry and rainbow-garnet rhymes
A musical medley that mesmerizes with its magnificent sparkle
A gleaming, glittering gem of a song
Moonstone melodies that meet a Maestoso finale
‘if I could I would fetch you the moon a spoon …’
opalescent like a chakra’s rainbow
your lustrous promise kindled
a path to peace and stability
to the moon and the back of beyond
shining darkness
radiance emerging from shadows
archetypal togetherness forged from above
a pearlescent moonstone
bestowed on our marriage
guided by an expanse of time and space
crowned with infinity
and transcendental esprit
infused by mind body and soul
lunar crescents shone waned
and waxed once again
for better worse richer poorer
in insanity and restoration
to love and to cherish ...
founded on divine intervention
heavenly bliss interspersed
by carnage and despair
blessed by the gift of recovery
it took what seemed like eternity
to understand that
not moon spoon nor
what wants to be written in stone
can be taken for granted
a moonstone
represents more than
stardust to become
or a fanciful pebble
carved by the Universe
love thoroughly vanquishes obstacles
and has inscribed miracles
into our wonderful lives
Come with me where wildflowers bloom
Among weeds in the meadow we'll dance
Each day we'll meet and hold hands at dusk
delighting in the change of colors in the sky
When the moon glows with pearlescent light
we'll spend the night beneath a million stars
The ebullient emotion, the designer of dreams,
searched for the sense of the futile feeling.
As it mingled enthralled
with the aura of my twilight zone,
my mind merged with the notion of obscurity,
with the impulses ingrained.
The pearlescent path I had paved
to the remote realm of retreat,
along the contorted contours
of the desire of deserted desolation.
There the roses bloomed
amidst the thorny cactus,
the scent took me with the mirage
to the oasis of effervescent reverie.
At the fringe of yonder splendor
sprouted the verdant foliage of fervor,
the canopy cast the colors of the dusk sky
on the canvas of the poet’s heart.
As twilight sequestered at the edge of night
the shape of silence in the static time,
the poetry of life flowed boundless
under the star studded bejeweled sky.
As the mesmeric moonbeam sprinkled
the sequins of silver dust,
my muse floated in the rhythm of dream
with the tinsels of longing,
drifted onto your fervent firmament
on the wings of lyrical zephyr.
Just because it entranced me,
I wrote a poem for you.
Soon, sunlight will yawn on the edge of dawn
and I'll welcome the warmth of his morning rays,
but never could I liken them to the great love born
when I feel your sensuous touch that sets me ablaze.
Anxiously, I wait while my heart is yearning
for daylight's journey to cast shadows over me.
Restlessly, I watch the hands of the clock turning
until the hour when the sun surrenders into the sea.
When skies are awash with an amber glow
I become eager to touch the breast of twilight.
Watching as grains of sand in the hourglass flow,
knowing when comes the moon, dreams take flight.
A pearlescent gem, she lulls me to sleep
when gracefully ascending upon her throne.
It's then my reverie descends in slumber deep,
and ardor's silken threads are passionately sewn.
With our hearts ignited by a stellar flare,
we circled the moon on diaphanous wings.
In Luna's lair we made love with savoir-faire
while starlight dreams caressed my heartstrings.
Impatiently, I feel passion mounting
before the moon rises to her zenith height.
Hours move much too slowly as I'm counting
the hours when I can touch the breast of twilight.
*a repost
“The snow did not even whisper its way to earth, but seemed to salt the night with silence.” — Dean Koontz
Inhaling quietude, I watch
glistening pearls swirling in twilight’s sky.
The silence deepens as winter softly creeps
into the night
beneath a canopy of sparkling stars
and the glow of a full pearlescent moon.
I fall into slumberland, knowing when I wake,
the gray barrenness of the land shall be effaced -
replaced by a velvet quilt of white
which winter so pristinely has laid down.
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