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Premium Member Serendipity Sublime

viridescent  wrench
adventitious
sparks  prompt
       yet
cloned camouflage 
for psyche
rue’d quandary
withered  wisps
   nebulous
blind sweep 
 to bolster
plangent  paean
  of
helium hinged
  extraneous
 life sojourn
brazen folly
  as
crimson cordon
ushers blurred
mystic squall
quirky quilt
  engulfing
behemoth blemish 
post sequence 
encrypted  kismet
punctual  launchpad
      to
 wizard woo
violin mesmerizing
allusive  pluck
sun-dried  spiccato
bouncing bow
   on
ear adorned
murmuration
intaglio instant
pregnant alms
   luxuriant
gazillion  gust 
      oe’r
hint endowed
sky syndicate’s
phantom limb
  an
opulent cascade 
ubiquitous umbra
    bequeathing
lush serendipity 
propitious prism
shadow conjuror
    of 
 lilac lavishness
  tangibly material
      as
cerebral chakra
intuits rapt
sublime sublimation

Premium Member Serendipity Sublime

Viridescent  wrench
adventitious
sparks  prompt
       yet
cloned camouflage 
for psyche’s
rue’d quandary
withered  wisps
   nebulous
blind sweep 
to bolster
plangent paean
  of
helium hinged
    extraneous
life sojourn
brazen folly
  as
crimson cordon
ushers blurred
mystic squall
quirky quilt
  engulfing
behemoth blemish 
post sequence 
encrypted  kismet
punctual  launchpad
      to
 wizard woo
violin mesmerizing
allusive  pluck
sun-dried  spiccato
bouncing bow
   on
ear adorned
murmuration
intaglio instant
pregnant alms
   luxuriant
gazillion  gust 
      oe’r
hint endowed
sky syndicate’s
phantom limb
  an
opulent cascade 
ubiquitous umbra
    bequeathing
lush serendipity 
propitious prism
shadow conjuror
    of 
lilac lavishness
tangibly material
      as
cerebral chakra
intuits rapt
sublime sublimation

324 Imagine the World without Butterflies

324.

Imagine the World without Butterflies



When I was a child, I was captivated

By colorful flowers beautifully painted

But what was that creature with floppy wings

Like a flower's frail petal, attraction it brings



If a flower below to the land decorates

That creature above to the air celebrates

To the dance of the wind giving music

Its every movement is a graceful lyric



This flimsy flyer they called “butterfly”

In its absence, the flowers cry

So come butterflies…come to the flowers!

They need your fantastically propitious powers!



Oh! Imagine the world without butterflies!

It's just like a chopsuey without spice

Music without notes, theater without actors

So safeguard these most artistic pollinators!



-01/28/2015

(Dumarao)

*Defense of the Animals Collection


Premium Member CONTENTMENT

a
perfected
          art
in
tireless
      prolific
        petition 

 propitious 
    &
      grandiose 
ambition

sentiment
   in
     demonstrative 
desire 

amazement 
   articulated
     aloud

vitality
    vindicated
in
  virtue 

complete
&
    distinct

PERFECT HARMONY INTERACTION


         


          The garden offers itself to the flower
            in propitious nature,...
          The gardener, faithful cultivator...
        offers himself in affection and promptness,
            The flower, in primal grandeur,
          reciprocates both with true beauty...!

Premium Member Bright Outlook

Bright Outlook

blossoming deciduous trees in Spring—forecast a propitious Summer


Isolo

I know that you are far away,
Yet in my own despite,
My still expectant glances stray,
Still searching for your sight,
Though all too sure that your sweet face,
Far yet to light my view,
In every moment, every place,
My eyes are seeking you,
In hope, how vain the hope, I know,
That some propitious chance,
Might bring you here tonight, and throw,
Your light upon my glance,
But loveliest one, wherever you are,
Whatever my despair,
However dark, however far,
My love for you is everywhere.

Premium Member To All the Poets Near and Far

To all the poets near and far
Alive and well or beyond the stars,
I bid you peace, I bid you rest,
I bid you all the very best.

Life and death may er’ contain
All the fruits of love and rain, 
Showered down upon you all:
Promethean poets, great and small.

Long before we learned to write 
But felt inside that burning light, 
To share all thoughts, hopes, sadness, dreams
Propitious poets bear it all it seems.

From long ago and far away 
And right up through this very day,
Countless came and left their mark
And we too, shall make a lasting spark.
 
Perhaps a mere morsel, a line or two
That lands upon a mind imbued,
With someone who like you or me
Finds sublimity in words like these.

Though words are not real things we touch 
Like rivers, rocks, seashells and such,
But point the way back deep inside 
Where memories last and love abides.    

But I for one am smaller yet 
Then everyone I’ve ever met,
Who picked up paper, pen or quill
And found their calling in the still 

Of quiet nights and early morns 
Waiting for ideas unborn,
From spirits sweet and dewdrops soft
I bid you all good thoughts aloft.    


© Terrell Martin, 02/21/2025

Premium Member MIRROR

A shining example, when shattering insight becomes deleterious

Mindless, yet finds itself turned out inside; all along mysterious,
I paused, reflecting; seeing past times, versions of delirious,
Roaming across unfrozen ice, I can't take the vision so serious.
Relevant; for it shows pains that resemble being a human Cereus
Overshadowing, my most lonely introspective moment of Sirius
Realizing sadness by finding it powerless; internal happiness is propitious

Premium Member Cherry blossom


November sapling
burgundy branches bare buds,
blossom propitious

Premium Member The Last of the Axioms

The Last of the Axioms
David J Walker

The new eternal equinox 
Settles on the turn of the tide
The moon charts a path 
In celestial math 
Searching for places to hide

Noon makes its propitious appearance 
Marking meridian measure
Another day 
	For the passions play
To display its cursive displeasure

How fast the past streaks past us 
How quickly forgotten stray thought
The soon days dawn 
	Lay just beyond 
The last of the axioms sot

Premium Member The Cup of Life

Fresh to this world, we have learned all things new.
Luck and fortune only smile on a few.
As death would sneak up bestowing our rest,
chasing windmills of mind we should askew.

Our life lived will be put to a strict test.
Conditions propitious for a gabfest.
Secrets we argue over and debate
will be made clear; astound the very best.

Live a life of renown and be first rate.
Our allotted time is our earnest fate.
But at the final curtain call they drew
of the same Cup of Life we’ve supped of late.

Hall Pass

Had a room been open   in that passageway
as a foreign night-ship, you’d have sailed by
Love would’ve been what?       I couldn’t say
Life: an inveterate humid ply____________

Perhaps has passed with its pernicious waves
Acceptance            rising like ocean’s eustacy
Sometimes, perfunctory was a skin-cut shave
So much more, was propitious ecstasy~~~~~

Parts of us shall never be contrite
As connoisseurs of our own fate, we played
Rage now mostly contrived in dying spite
though candid caustic thoughts can still prey…

Passion!                  
Our ultimate perfidy
Passion! 
We should've kept astute custody.

6/29/2021

Premium Member Bell of Love

Bell

                                                 of love

                                             rings suddenly

                                            on a special moment:

                                            Auspicious, propitious.

                                Mind dreamed, heart rejoiced, soul cooled,

                                   resonating in same rhythmic cadence.

                                                   Noble

                                                    Bliss.


   06/29/ 21

                                 Seventh Place 
 'Ring My Bell'   Contest by John Anderson

                                          First Place
'  A Brian Strand July 12 '

Contest by Brian Strand

Four Point One

A clump of dried leaves from frail
limbs I failed to nurture,
settling on a page under
my sinking face 
with a scent to lift up
the low spirits in me,
such rotten source
blessing me with remedy

The comfort we receive
from the things we couldn't save, 
the purpose we gain regardless
an unfulfilled goal,
and the Love I'll always keep
even after the passing
are these propitious testaments 
I can't trade for resentments


-Nicola An

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