Pristine pink pumps press
past the pale pine,
Placing poised pirouettes,
perfectly prime.
Proudly, she pauses, portraying
pure grace,
Pacing the platform, a phantom
in lace.
She spins sweet symphonies,
swift, soft, and still,
Soaring so splendidly, showing
sublime skill.
Silken skirts shimmer and
shadows start sliding.
LANGUAGE SANS EQUIVOCATION
revived
sublime
pre-eminence
follows
rediscovered
coincidences
sans
beginnings
growing
symptomatic
illustrations
to
accompany
colour
between
imagination
& reason
articulated
in
individual
layers
portraying
creativity
Contest : Beautiful Words Are Here
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
Date : August 20, 2026
Dormant desires of lingering effervescent longing
spread fiery spectrum of ardor in my fervent sky
through the diaphanous clouds of psychic shroud.
Spring-soaked brush of hued acuity paints passion
on my essence canvas, portraying the lattice of life.
The cascading cadence of surreal sonata of breeze,
drifts from the yonder plateau of pining yearning.
Its rhythmic whisper intones the lilt of melodic love,
rolling gently on the ripples of my heart’s lilac lagoon,
pulsating with endless ecstasy of enthralling tune.
Do you paint with words?
Well, maybe you are a poet!
Of course, all words, by themselves
are morgues for art~ stores for outwardly
portraying
one’s private thoughts and feelings in
colorful, expressive ways. The baby
paints her own basic language – cries her
picture gestures,
hopefully appropriately responded to
by loving parents, often challenged
to transcribe
a vaguely familiar, long forgotten
non verbal~frantic vocabulary –
So, words are clearly voice: while liquid,
like blood and oils – they are colorful, the
pigments of flowers and death --
and when a relationship fails, the essence
of words are what
we frame and tearfully regret.
WORDS
We write
Must be ours
Written from our hearts
Portraying inner thoughts
While staying true to ourselves
“Revealing our creative muse”
The scars of betrayal take me to the time,
When you confessed to me that you didn’t want to be mine.
After you left my heart, it feels like I don’t have much!
I think it’s because I’m addicted to you and your unintentional touch.
I know it’s weird that I still care about you and always will…
It’s due to the magical effect your aura had on me, while we were creating sweet memories in that
home, down the hill.
Your ocean eyes used to provoke me to just gaze at you,
How come I never noticed, a reflection of someone else too!
I loved it when you would make me laugh,
Never expected a time that would break my fragile heart!
Life used to hit different when we were together,
Life’s sometimes pleasant, sometimes annoying, just like the changing weather.
Five years were just not enough,
They passed so quickly, I couldn’t experience much!
I guess I ain’t aware of my current stage,
Am I happy, sad or just worried about our bond’s age?
No worries! I hope these scars will disappear soon,
Otherwise, I will not be able to stop myself from portraying you & me, together in that beautiful
moon!
I am a self-portrait
portraying myself & second self
though, I am just of one flesh
one mind and soul,
I've expressions
of two psyches, dualities
two distinctive women
of two heritages
Didymous are the
liking's of Castor & Pollux
deluxe in statuesque, in alabaster
we are spiritual twinship
thunder & lighting, two-fold
from left to right,
in Victorian elegance
a wedding gown
On the right of me,
in Tehuana frock, fabulosa
I arose from the overworld
one of Northern celestial
the other southernmost
we are twins separately
by surgical pincers, bleeding hearts
as crimson seeps onto white cotton
it stains with the past & present pains
we share one main artery
torn up, broken down
yet are countries apart
with hands clasped
together, we are Gemini
A hill that's
about to vanish
with a spark
reflecting
from a loner's home
scintillating
like a star.
When I was a kid,
the hill was loftier,
was a landmark
to locate my school
from the roof of our house.
Unlike back then,
it‘s in a tortured state
like counting down
the leftover
years of life
along with
a solitary glow
portraying
the last hope.
Soothing smooth introductory
Mello tender rhythm
Accompaniment with the cello
Suddenly a Dramatic ivory rose in tempo sensory
Portraying days becoming harder to live
Nights offering promise and purpose
Hope rose to cope
Stars twinkle for tomorrow
Embrace and live for today
Struggles can be hard to bear
The Piano and cello captivated together in their own message of life with care
It was beyond compare
Today became a new day
Yesterday being a preparation
Lessons learned through the Piano and Cello
Have no more tears and fears
Step out among the skies
Understanding being wise
Finale with an honor
Upbeat appreciation
Every footstep easy to walk on
Horizon that seemed far was now close
Piano and Cell bringing compelling courage to stand fulfilling the remainder
Formation of Heaven’s watch.
What maketh bards delineate the fairer sex,
Whilst the withering, ephemeral bouquet?
Doth portray sanity—inner traits,
Else the bewitching statute?
Oh, winged boy! Whither begone art thou,
Devoured of bards’ sanity—poetic reasoning.
Methinks insane compare, loitering
Phoebe
Of waxing, waning—alas, crescent!
Captivating eyes, enticing countenance of traits,
Mesmerizing words oft maketh spell on bards.
Hardly be a lamp lit with water;
Akin to it, portraying is the illusionary love.
Perhaps thought may, sans language—
Bards lack not, depicting the fairer sex.
Whispers of Lord of the Khemenu
(A lone voice whispers)
Beyond what tired minds pass by as memories, fires, and embers fade.
Beyond what the missing say, while fluted pipes play.
As in deep waters you wade as life slowly fades and Mother Darkness calls your way.
Just look for the magic while your resolve holds as everything unfolds.
And try to empty the cold and all it tries to remold.
(C) Copyright John Duffy
A poem portraying a spiritual crossing through grief and dissolution, guided by ancient wisdom, urging the soul to seek meaning and release despair before it reshapes who they become.
This is for whoever it's for!! You know
who you are ; )
Be yourself
& not another
as it's unbecoming
to be a mock
These copying cats
have lost their tails
while telling tales
like an op
These imitations
need to stop
for what do you get
from tracing lines?
Can't you develop
your own pictures
instead of trying
to copy mine?
I think you're lost
within the lines
who knew you'd
lose your sense
of self
Where has your
pride gone little kitten
where's the lion
within yourself?
I think you're lyin
to yourself
if you think you
can be just like
another
Dare to be different
all on your own
we're unique
from one another
There's only one you
on the face of earth
so love yourself
until the end
No one can replace
who you're born to be
so portraying another
is like a sin
It's time for facades
to meet their end
so one can see
its true face
Stop all the aping
& be original
instead of
mirroring another
in bad taste
Piracy goes down
to a sunken place
so I think it best
to tread lightly
I call to whom it
pertains so if it
rings bells
please don't ignore
like scam likely
When they call for peace
And you give it easily
Then they will think you're cheap or fearful
Even when you're fierceful
This always drives you insane
Because when you act, they say you've misbehaved.
You better move in your way
So you don't go astray
Live your life to the fullest
Portraying your attributes
Living within your magnitude
Your attitude, not your aptitude
Will determine your altitude.
There's always an answer to every question
When you ask the right person
A key to every lock
Find the right key
A solution to every mystery
Choose the right path
Hit the high point
When it's right, you can never go wrong.
B loopers you can't resist
U nder your stomach, crumbles and persist
B ubbles seen and floating in the eyes of the naked
B loating, bumping cramps of the wicked
L ifelong-struggles that make people laugh
E verybody snuggles, embrace and never scoff
G anging up on hyper or serious and loners of creed
A ping the mystics and heroes that squeed
N ever tire of life's challenges and trials
G ang of bubbles, portraying life's trendy and bloody vials
eyes of a tiger
women’s hands raised in celebration
another doing the splits in the crook of this tree
wait – is this also a tiger’s nose? It is!
dual purposed branches
forming tiger stripes
and
exhibiting a hollow kind of witchery
amazing how the background trees form a tiger’s chin
while portraying a plausible background to this tree
an outstanding bit of art
love how the bit of green on a middle branch picks up the evergreens
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