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
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
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
a
perfected
art
in
tireless
prolific
petition
propitious
&
grandiose
ambition
sentiment
in
demonstrative
desire
amazement
articulated
aloud
vitality
vindicated
in
virtue
complete
&
distinct
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...!
Bright Outlook
blossoming deciduous trees in Spring—forecast a propitious Summer
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.
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
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
November sapling
burgundy branches bare buds,
blossom propitious
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
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.
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
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
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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