some days
you quiver
as melancholy runs
it's cold hand on your skin.
some days...
resplendently sunny;
spirits and bright smiles
as warm as a Summer afternoon.
some days
you can't wait to start;
you spring up
with a pep in your step.
some days...
rough to sail through;
you feel so broken
you'd rather not get out of bed.
some days...
strange and confusing;
you don't know
which way is up or down.
yet, you persevere...
so worry not
what lurks in the shadows.
get under today's sunlight
and bask in it.
How lovely is the dwelling place
Where saints and blessed ones rest in grace
Peace, joy and love overflowing
While we on earth here are groaning
Each one wearing a crown of glory
For vices conquered, each one has a story
Their faces shining, resplendently glowing
With angels guiding us in our following
Their fervent prayers sprinkled with incense
Reaching the Holy Throne in our defense
Their earthly sacrifice and pains endured
Our souls we surrender to them to cure
Blessed ones we honor thee on this day
Shining lights of heaven carve out our way
Soon may our paths be entwined in one
As the world we shun and upwards run
Heart
Pulse throbbing, breathlessly imbibing the cliff’s enthrall. The crashing of momentous waves against the bolder rocks. The passionate heaving of whisking foam and the swollen coolness of seaside air.
Mind
Blown, for I am not a fisherman, nor reside near the cliffs. What is a haven and harbor to many is a far-fetched tale to me, but here I stand as if Liberty over the seascape. I could walk these rocks, forever in my figment, roll the scene over and over again, watch the washing of the rocks.
Soul
The lighthouse sign, missed to one’s detriment. I take the warning sternly, with compassion for souls lost to the rocks. Resplendently wet, inviting adventure, departure into the lapping incisors. A cork bobbing, sinking, subsiding. Out of sight, I see ghosts clearly. Only fools tread onto the wet rocks. I want to be foolish, but it is not a good day to die.
Mango tree,
Lovely and beautiful,
As a salsa lady,
You are exotic,
And tropical splendors,
Your leathery sultry petals,
With fine and rare warmth,
Dress the body,
Of your surreal canopy,
In the enchanted wind,
Like a salsa lady,
The curves of your fruits,
Are like brilliant,
orange moons,,
And they blush,
With love,
red as roses,
By deep kisses,
Of moon and sun,
Resplendently,
Upon your sweet,
Boughs,
That bow,
And sway,,
Sway and bow,
With a harvest,
Of kindness,
And its,
Parched,
And,
Damp,
Allure,
Mango tree,
Like a salsa lady,
Your delicious canopy,
Is rare beautiful delights,
It gifts her sighs,
With love,
warmth of days,
And their starry nights
Reynaldo Casison
Moonlight across the tranquil ocean,
Will provide jewels for your crown.
Deep cyan colors of the sea in motion,
Will create blue velvet for a royal gown.
I will create a vision tender with grace.
Such expectations I have, you’ll be mine.
Resplendently beautiful, so fair of face.
My Princess of loveliness, a lady so fine.
A prima donna of style as you gayly dance.
Beguiling as you converse so witty and clever.
For me there’ll be sweet innuendos of romance.
You’ll win hearts but I will be your love forever.
Dearest, only a figment of imagination it seems,
And sadly we will be together only in my dreams.
Sponsor Sotto Poet
Contest Name Sonnet
19th May 2023
The hourglass becomes resplendently empty
As the sand flows through with their kempty
Grains, dry as a corn shuck, flow
Seemingly they know
Time's reduced
Woe!
Earth lost boost
It's feeling the throe
Of miseries which will show
Drawing to close times where there's plenty
The hourglass becomes resplendently empty
Made up form: Andaree
Just imagine...
Flowers of possibilities blooming
In the garden of your imagination.
Fun travel on nostalgia's time machine,
The sheer magic of moments
As if sand turning into gold dust.
Quiet thoughts gliding
Like rows of swans on a placid stream.
Endless pleasure carried in the back pocket,
Cheerfully sounding off like jiggling coins.
A much welcome egress
From a hum-drum existence
To an epicurean wonderland
Where the past and present are irrelevant;
Seen in the rear view mirror.
A resplendently bright future, gift-wrapped.
What of goals and dreams to accomplish?
Yes, set your mind free to wander, 'tis a portal
To paradise untouched; your very own.
Oh yes, don't quit your daydream, my friend.
Submitted for..
Don't Quit Your Daydream Poetry Contest
Date written: 11/28/2022
The Harvest of Roses
by Michael R. Burch
I have not come for the harvest of roses—
the poets' mad visions,
their railing at rhyme ...
for I have discerned what their writing discloses:
weak words wanting meaning,
beat torsioning time.
Nor have I come for the reaping of gossamer—
images weak,
too forced not to fail;
gathered by poets who worship their luster,
they shimmer, impendent,
resplendently pale.
Originally published by The Raintown Review
Our dalliance ignites passionate nights,
with halcyon breath and dulcet embrace-
I pretend not to see him as he writes
a letter of love showing his true grace.
He’s considerate with fine etiquette,
a good man who bestows utmost respect-
Two decades of a love so definite,
plethora of hope I did not expect.
Sapphire echoes when he unleashes me,
ivory stardust spreads over the sheets-
showing more passion for felicity,
wonder if he knows my heart, he completes.
I rest my weary ahead against his chest-
resplendently comprehending I’m blessed.
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(blessed is used as 1 syllable)
11.11.19
Your best sonnet July-December 2019 Poetry Contest
John Hamilton
Descry
The schooner sailed upon the sea
Creating whispered waves below
I stood close by the crimson bow
In stillness near the quiet dawn
with no distractions save for gulls
The fore and aft sails moved as kin
The sun awoke resplendently
Awaiting Neptune and his aides
And kissed the ocean with delight
An ocean’s shimmer with a light
A tremor stirred to my surprise
Distress entangled in my heart
A shape arose immense and huge
Leviathan monstrous in size
A monolith with dark blue hues
With seconds in its brief repose
Creating breakers as it dove
My heart retrieved its normal pulse
recording sights that I descried
A spectacle I’ll ne’er forget
Descry Contest
Sponsored by Rob Carmack
May 30, 2017
Cherry Blossoms Bloom
Resplendently dressed in Pink
Seducing the Spring
Glory unfolding
They release their sweet fragrance
Pirouette and twirl
Music from the breeze
With limbs so graceful swaying
Blushing and bowing
Time of renewal
A fleeting symbol of life
In two weeks farewell
Ethereal Muse
Celebration of nature
Next spring awaits you
Author's Note:
I hope that in this set of Haiku, I've managed to convey the traditional importance of the Cherry Blossom Season in Japan.
Cherry blossoms are the symbolic flower of the spring, a time of renewal and the fleeting nature of life. Their life span is very short. After their beauty peaks around two weeks, the blossoms start to fall.
I liken these flowers to the beautiful Heavenly elusive Muses, the daughters of Zeus.
The awesomeness of the natural beauty of Japan is continued in the my poem and arrangement - 'A Rose by any other name ---'
When winter trees are bare of leaves,
Each branch is clearly seen,
No longer hidden by the summer
Blanketing of green.
And that is why I sometimes see,
Resplendently arrayed,
A hawk or falcon on a limb,
Exposed but not afraid.
Most patiently it scopes things out
And glances all around,
In hopes of spying something scurry
There upon the ground.
I never see it swooping down,
Abandoning its perch,
But knowing what’s to come, I’d rather
Be left in the lurch.
Folded orbs of opulence
standing on end, at the end of the world.
Your colors come and go...dancing...
Weaving...Gliding.
Silently hanging,
gathering all of the spectrum.
Mysterious in your presentation,
yet beautiful beyond imagination.
One has to see to comprehend.
One must feel the smallness of the self compared
to the vast enormity of this greatness.
From whence do you come?
Are you a sign of greater things?
Are you a singular gift from ages past?
Surely there are none like you in all the universe.
I bow low in your awesome presence,
resplendently adorned in uniqueness,
unequaled even in the smallest degree.
© Charles Henderson
Dec 4, 2016
Jack Frost adores nipping at our fingers, toes and nose.
Always dressed in white, he hides outside our homes
Creeping out in the dead of night
Keeping his icy wintery fingers busy
Frozen fronds of fern like ice white frost
Resplendently dress our windows and gardens.
Our surroundings are adorned by Mother Nature’s makeover.
Suddenly scintillating snow falls softly on the ground
Transforming our world into a winter wonderland
Contest: Jack Frost Acrostic
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
11~27~15
The sun shimmers resplendently on a calm sea,
It synchronizes with the glistening ripples;
Its graceful sways captivated the whole of me,
The sun shimmers resplendently on a calm sea.
Its fabulous dance completely makes me happy,
Its silver reflection on sea water tickles,
The sun shimmers resplendently on a calm sea,
Cradling my weary soul, giving hope that sparkles.
March 1, 2014 12.30am
It’s my first try of a triolet poem- 12 syllables per line. I hope I did it right. HAVE A HAPPY AND BLESSED 1ST DAY OF MARCH 2014. Wish you all the best! Big Hugs!
First Place
Contest: Impress Me with a small poem II
Judged: 3/5/14
Sponsor: Poet Giorgio V.
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