Just after sunset, the brightest star emerged
With Plethoric distinctions, it reached the sky
No cut-off,
With an urge,
The destination she reached in record time.
She's carrying wealth from the qatar,
A degree in hand, now deserves a trip to Zanzibar
As a bright future taking off.
A success story let's celebrate,
Launch another missile
We are ready for another blastoff.
With passion she is blooming,
And with fire her soul is fuming.
Obstacles she turned into stepping stones,
And that is worth acknowledging.
Proud I am,
And I know the best is yet to come,
With her potential so limitless.
The world awaits more of such light.
Congratulations on such an occasion,
Our graduate, yet again a full pedagogical practitioner.
plethoric is his mind
shifting thoughts
like shadows cast
in and out of clouded skies
he falls
with the shame shadiness
into the concealment of pain
arising momentarily
whenever someone nears
he only hears
words echoing
down lonely corridors
as they bounce back
from the thoughts of mind
yet he speaks back
in half witted thoughts
that make you look past
the emptiness in his eyes
he weeps
alone at night
his tears
refreshing the scent
of her perfume
on the pillow
he harbors
he feels
the pierce
of daggers
with each beat
of his heart
as he struggles
to breathe
beneath the weight
of the heavy burden
he carries
…"this romeo is bleeding,
but you don't see his blood"
February 18, 2020
Famous Poetic Lines 3 Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
This Romeo is bleeding, but you don't see his blood - Bon Jovi - Always
Silence Is Golden
Written: by Miracle Man
2-4-2020
The time I find most prized
is the uninterrupted hours I spend each morning,
when silence is mellifluous.
I find it a quiet, peaceful but sometimes lonely time.
A time of communication with God,
attentive to the thoughts He is giving me.
But to soon the world outside awakes,
and the silence that was sweet and plethoric,
is stolen by the banging of a sanitation truck.
“Use what talents you possess: the woods would be very silent
if no birds sang there except those that sang best”.
Henry Van Dyke
Scented Leaves
Flowery fragrance sorts divisive airflow and cooperates amidst plethoric aubergines that bathe breathlessly, brushing raised exemplars of strewn unfurled chartreuse fronds, lain in the wake of humble pattered feet enthralled in its tangy betrothed crisp path,
Ingratiating themselves against engaging tickles of countless laddered leaves being crushed, bursting citrus piquant squirts that flavors a blessed orangey tawny forest of verdurous lime greens and lemony leaflets of carpeted existence essences,
Autumn gifts a luminous prism of extraordinary combinations touching rainbow eyes to favor, and unimaginable pleasure of incalculable noses to savor, as per crowning Heaven, immerse its creation re sun-drenched over-shades lathered in a pool of multiple redolences.
2019 November 12
*1st Place*
SCENTED LEAVES
~~Kim Rodrigues
Rebellions Rhapsody
She had earned the sapphire talisman
freed herself from need’s plethoric drive
ceased longing for the dulcet drone
of felicity’s failing evanescence.
The chrysalis of crumbling youth -
idyllic illusion – awakening
her radiant, rhapsodic rebellion.
John G. Lawless
1/21/2016
Silent One's - 10 word challenge
Plethora, Evanescent, Felicity, Rhapsodic, Idyllic, Dulcet, Chrysalis, Radiant, Sapphire, Talisman
Through prayer I emptied out my heart -n- cleanse my soul, while my emotion taught thy emotion emotional control, my plethoric eyes then glowed, then through prayer my flesh reached its goal, a system that’s perpetual, anything other than prayer is ineffectual, illogical -n- impractical, so I shake my head -n- laugh, then prayed 4 a system that’s perpetual, I pray you empty out your heart -n- cleanse your soul, and teach your emotions emotional control, and 2 be the best self inside your flesh, through a system that’s perpetual, I pray you reach these goals, emotions controlled, a empty heart -n- a cleansed soul, I pray your prayers get answered, through an effectual system that stays perpetual.
May your plethoric eyes then
Glow, a habitual perpetual
Your prayers only God knows
If they’re acceptable
A one-legged lad from Maverick
Spent years rehearsing his rhetoric
This aesthetic athletic
Proved profoundly poetic
His lyrical soup wins plethoric
And he stands apart, cold
While the world wassailed and reveled
In the full glare of the light
Till dusk comes beckoning.
He shrouds from the awkward embraces
A language in plethoric display.
His frame slanted, he observes.
From vantage angle, he gawks.
What endues them such ecstasy?
He mutedly ruminates
Did we not attain the same feat?
He self-chides, raspingly.
The concern of sea-fish with dry land
Paints the image of his indifference.
While the play of celebration ensues,
The boy-man stares and sighs.
His cogitations ferry him to the road ahead
Queries of 'what now', the signs spelt.
Transfixed but detached,
He pondered tomorrow's fate for all.
He shivered with dismay
And fended off a tear.
What reads the fate of the soldier ants
When they march sun-wards?
Who aids the infant cheetah
That was birthed deformed?
While his peers wassailed and reveled.
In the full glare of the world
He looked on, frigid, still, anxious.
Feet there, soul afar.
A tinge of relief, his sole solace.
Matilda
As I gaze into olive eyes,
what beauty I see,
amorous in view,
habitat disappearing, no trees.
Matilda,
Your stare is mesmerizing,
venom from the pit,
colors of black n' yellow hues,
where the fangs are split.
Matilda,
Mighty black horns you display,
zigzag markings shown through,
enslaved by merchantry, can't stray,
moving silently, even without a coo.
Matilda,
Where are you at?
why are you hidden from thee?
vanished in the bush,
no beauty do I see.
Matilda,
Disappearing is the kush,
your home's in muse,
extinction parallels the bush,
habitat drought n' plethoric abuse!
Why can't we let them be?
Razorblade © 2012
Bereaved time of maudlin despair,
soul darkness with words that writhe
in a poignant capitulation
to doom, gloom, death.
Dates traverse a calendar
to end times, 2012 years or other
never-again-to-appear numbers.
Eons maniacally march
ever-advancing to oblivion.
Weary world waits
to puncture the promise of youth
turned chilly down the spine
of never-ending war lists.
Mother Moon and Father Sun
watch patiently as a plethoric potency
of weapons spirals
in unspeakable spasms
towards doom, gloom, death.
It is to your strength this poem is addressed
Even you who took with joy the huge pain
To put me to bed, will of the fruits gain.
Watched over the cradle and would not rest
I have no doubt you did your very best.
Did not let go during the hardship's rain
Your care and profound love was not a feign.
You taught me the very thing I love most.
Your charming heart taught me not to neglect
The plethoric resources on my mind
But impart wisdom from it to my kind
And be a symbol of peace like the dove.
So for that labor of love I respect,
I do admire and prostrate for your love.
Reflections of desire
Multiply in plethoric bounty
A multitude of choices
Impending all around me
We are intuitive
Our colors empower
Life’s choices shielding
Unconsciously yielding
Generated by our psyche
Meanings an underlining
Such interpretations
Permeate color creations~
With heavenly skies
Dark Indigo Blue
Releasing calmness
Triumphant and true
The admiration of earthy green
Bestowing within….a grounded will
Inner powers creating the thrill
Bold ravenous crimson red
Persuading a compelled sensuality
Willing such glandular vitality
Cheerful yellow shows indivisible hope
Anxiety releasing its restricted glows
Unlimited expansiveness seethes and shows
A mixture of red and blue turning violet
Magical mystical enchantment within
Striking captivation is violets mission
Panicles require a branchy Brown stem
Sexual inhibitions dark yellow and red
Brown forbids pain ameliorated and fed
Black our desolate color of harmony
Bleeding out an imprudent blight
An end to sorrow~ Black veils fright~
Plethoric grains of sand-
dug deep 'neath my hand.
And nails so hued and old-
wrinkles sanded in youth
that unfolds.
These shores- miles away...
They are my childhood memories
that long to go but still in stay.
I owe it to the roaring tunes
of longward seas.
A paradise from distant lights,
and city buildings at their heights.
As long as the streets of carved lines
will lead to no where, where the
world divides.
On this Island of persuit of happiness,
I can hold my elder dignity in no stress.
The grains from ocean shore,
digs deeps to my veins, my blood.
Shall I grow old nevermore.
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