Lost in a blizzard's cold snowdrifts,
please know, I appreciate your gifts -
a plethora of desolation,
loneliness and isolation,
a pincushion of every harm,
empty hands and empty arms,
a surplus and a plenitude
of everlasting solitude,
a kaleidoscope of emotional pain
torrents of rainbowless rain,
a carousel of cosmic confusion,
a cornucopia of disillusion.
I'll raise a glass, and just say, "Cheers!"
and return a reservoir of tears.
PARADOXICAL AMBIGUITIES
precocious
visual
energies
intensify
monumental
iconographic
polarities
in
retrospect
reminiscent
motifs
cling
to
innocuous
ambivalent
perpetual
intimate
conventional
compositions
highlights
ground
a plenitude
of familiar
innovative
interpretatIons
The Moon suffers from
insomnia — Plenitude
is at high tide.
2026-02-12 Write A Beautiful Carpe Diem Poem — Sponsored by Constance La France
I have a butcher’s at sunlight on skin,
warm, tremulous, yet coolly indifferent.
A sparrow scuttles across sodden turf;
its head inclined, inquisitive, keen—
I smile, imagining its quiet thought,
a tiny philosopher of morning light.
The wind threads through skeletal, bare branches,
stirring peat, drizzle, and smoke from hearths afar.
I inhale—letting it suffuse my lungs,
a private liturgy pressed to my heart.
Time traverses my fingers, soft at first,
like river water shaping unseen stone,
then quickens—sharp, insistent in its beat,
resonant within the hollows of my chest.
I taste the acerbic tang of fallen berries,
feel loam yield beneath soles and marrow deep,
and in this fractured, ephemeral morning,
I recognise the miracle not quite mine:
all of this—fleeting, exact, and unbidden—
asserts its plenitude; I am suffused.
Midnight silence is somewhat ambiguous
its naked truth intrinsically alive and universal
borders on emptiness and plenitude
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Woke, and proud
Now the KKK , ok that's uncool
killing nature? that's so unschooled
Charlie Brown my Hero
he stood for humanity, not D Cheney
have you ever met a cat loving the KKK
between me and you
Bugs bunny would say no way
more woke than any coyote
coyotes
loving genocide, starvation and
a plenitude of banned books
not woke just a narrow minded joke
be woke
not a racist fifty year old bloke
“You know how it is with an April day when the sun is out and the wind is still; you’re one month on in the middle of May.”
—Robert Frost, Two Tramps in Mud Time
I watch this April day as dawn arrives . . .
with grace she lays a gilded glaze
upon my greening lawn
spreading it out like sweet butter.
How beautifully night has yielded
to the magic of her gloss.
I run behind my house
to glimpse the goddess
as she spills a plenitude of honey
onto my blooming yellow daffodils,
and I behold my garden touched by gold.
A love more than perfect
physical-chemical plenitude
realized in complete reaction...!
The book contained their history—
Years of servitude and plenitude,
Years of gloom and bloom,
Years of darkness and redemption.
They were bound by the chains of the unknown,
Seeds of anguish were strangely sown.
The land was the footstool of malevolent spirits,
An enigma blanketed it.
It was a battle of the seen and unseen,
A war against malicious forces,
The sages searched deeply for answers,
Sojourning to secret chambers for redemption.
Hope gradually wore thin,
And the courage of valiant hearts began to fray,
Their steadfast minds were steadily pierced by defeat rays,
As a deluge of recalcitrant assailants descended upon them.
A rebirth came with the arrival of the sages,
The spirits of the forest were summoned,
They joined forces with the elements of goodwill
And defeated the malevolent spirits,
Chasing them to the abyss of nothingness.
Pride filled the heart of the new ruler,
Who boasted of the sovereignty of his reign,
He disdained the Divine and the watchers,
But one day, darkness suddenly pervaded his palace.
He was gone, and so was the book.
February 3, 2025.
Bluebells are a symbol of humility, gratitude and constancy
A perfect day is not lackluster, nor lusting for more, but
rather knowing the plenitude in each sentient moment.
—Quote by Poet
An Edenic Rise
it’s perfect degrees
of sixty-one stimulates
a chirrup ‘cross screen
in pjs; my feet are bare
pedicured cerulian
better than Summer
and Winter’s too cold to bear
love perfect degrees
in slight chill of fahrenheit
add cup of Highlander Grogg
an Edenic rise
joyful sighs sans monotone
with cream in the cup
retiree with work to do
bluebells boon in afternoon
My Creator-endowed rays of celestial magnitude
Emit solar power, enabling Earth’s existence-plenitude
Fulfilling my commitment to rise daily with glowing altitude…
Vibrantly warming mankind toward enthusiastic attitude
I brighten the firmament while my beams awaken the multitude
Toward zealous praises for a new day along triumphant zest of gratitude…
Blowing my photosynthetic aptitude
I pursue oxygen production midst energy source amplitude
To replenish food supply, securing nourishment against crisis vicissitude…
I delight in everyone’s disposition by my sunny beatitude
While reaching-out those in solitude to bask in my jubilant quietude
Rejoicing for doing best as the “greater light to rule the day”* with certitude.
*Genesis 1:16 16 And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also.
March 25, 2024
3rd place, "Wind, Rain, Snow, Thunder or Sun in 8-12 Lines" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 4/5/2024
Listen closely and hear spring’s beautiful sonata.
It comes to sweep the winter’s gloom away.
It is the cheerful singing of the robin
and the birds from the south returning
to greet the splendid season of rebirth.
Hear it in the flitting of the butterflies
and in Zephyr’s whispers falling on your skin.
Hear it in the drone of the honeybees,
in the rush of rills, and in
the pattering of rain from April’s showers.
Sight, sound, taste and smell combine in spring’s sonata.
Clouds swirl pink and meadow flowers bloom
in breezes of enchantment.
Hearts melt and sing along with it.
Thoughts ripple to its tune with new-found hope.
Oh, to smell fruit trees’ blossoms swaying in the wind;
leaves turned green and grasses swaying too.
Souls wish to dance to the many sights and sounds.
Bluebells seem to ring, and tulips bend in many hues.
Even polliwogs undulate in ponds to spring’s sonata.
Buttercups lie brightly underneath
a plenitude of honeyed rays dripping from the sun.
Inhale the fragrance of spring’s sonata.
Taste its rain and view its iridescent bow
that stretches as a promise across God’s azure skies.
Dance,
Lovely ballerina lady,
With a plenitude of lillies,
Dressing your hair,
Dance,
With a splendor of dresses,
Caressing your hips,
Dance,
With the salsa rhythms,
Of your sensuous,
And enchanting soul,
Dance,
It will be for yours,
mine,
and,
the moons delight,
Dance,
As the days,
Caresses the nights,
Dance with your lillies,
breasts, and deep hair,
Loving the wind,
Your dresses shimmering,
With shore waves,
Dance,
with Your rhythms,
Blooming,
Its,
Salsa roses,
Dance,
And relax,
into a vibrant stillness,
And your love,
Ethereal,
along with the present,
Of a moon crescent,
Will caress and kiss you,
With our ever bouquets,
Of solacing irises
Reynaldo Casison
EARTH AND WATER
We : Earth and Water are twins
Earth ensuing diversity of Nature in plenitude.
Wonderful water welcomes life on Earth.
For life water is requisite to flourish flora and fauna.
Encore ! Water invigorates life on Earth to restore.
Water is amazing asset preserved in landmass and aqua flow.
Earth transforming transcending species on evolution.
Earth is the hospitable habitat : The only Solar Planet.
PANORAMA
Above verdant valley, grassy..
White clouds on cerulean sky.
Placid pellucid ambient.
Plants, herbs, shrubs glistening glossy.
Gorgeous green to magnify.
Panorama looking descent.
Blue stream flowing on ecstasy.
Beauty and charm to specify.
Propagating magnificent.
Blue-green-lavendar ! Fantasy
Enchanting colours to apply.
Nourished by Nature : Nice, nascent.
Sensed serene sublime solitude.
Nature offered in plenitude.
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