Cotton clouds brush the end-summer sky,
the meadow below wears crown of topaz dew.
Lining the cinnabar garden path the sepia trees
listen to the autumn’s footfall, striding slow.
Draped by the silver moondust in pellucid night
I instill the essence of September rhapsody.
How was it, have you got a slot
You ordered Lucozade, prawn toasts
And Garibaldi crisps, I thought
Your favourites, have you got those?
It was so hot today, I sat
Behind closed curtains, overwhelmed
With RVW full set
I passed the fens you know so well
I played the Norfolk Rhapsody
I watched the recent film of Cromer
And through that haunting melody
I saw the waters rolling over
And splashing softly at the pier
Where once you stood against the sky
I was beside, and from the rear
The seagulls cried for you and I.
Ideas of an orchestral poem have spilled onto a page.
The story is tuneful and very poetic at this very stage.
A poem to be a rhapsody, of instruments with violins.
Instruments take shape, and as the symphony begins.
The tempo builds, with brightest intensity to engage.
Words follow the beat, to a crescendo of intense rage.
Now, as the kettle drums implode within their skins.
The conductor is in full control, as his baton spins.
The percussion again, joins, as the woodwind slows.
lyrics soften, and the flute’s melody gently flows.
The story is tuneful and very poetic at this very stage.
Ideas of an orchestral poem have spilled onto a page.
soothing as a harp
melodious rhapsody
audience held breath
flow of awareness
intuitively intrinsic
channeled
through tunneled time
navigates
cognitive impulses
basic
incessant surge
of
enveloping waves
of enlightenment
through
timeless portals
of perception
reflective
opens up
floodgates of
bliss
pulse of time
vibrates
in
inner space
infinite
psychic frequency
resonant
tuned precisely
in
halcyon harmony
with intonation
of eternity
transitions
from
one manifestation
to another
modulated
by edified touch
of
sanctified soul
illumined
life force
invincible
abhors vacuum
pervasive
propels the essence
of existence
through
elusive emptiness
filled fervently
with
resurrected rhapsody
innate
"The earth has music for those who will listen."
~Willam Shakespeare
I stand on a cliff overlooking an indigo sea,
watching its tranquil water before a storm.
Purple and amber clouds billow above me
as sunlight reflects upon onyx mountainsides...
and the wind plays a rhapsody only I can hear.
Written: January 28, 2025, for contest
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Maples dance in fugue autumn's breath,
Symphony of mistral whispers,
In rhapsody, crimson embers adorn the sky,
In the musical air, copper leaves dance,
A mirthful, free caramel trill stems from the clay.
Alabaster sky sparkles with magic flares,
Rainbow frescoes flash at times,
Butterfly sylphs mutter arias into floral seas,
Abalones on a velvet tide stir sunlit petals.
Nature's fairy chorus sings slightly,
A frosty canopy awakens chrysalis dreams,
Iridescent hues paint blue skies with magic.
Each hue speaks, from rosy dawn to auburn sunset,
evoking fall-fading charm and whispered secrets.
Alabaster dreams soar as frost kisses farewell,
The chrysalis trio dances to the fading light,
Each leaf and shadow carries rhapsodic sounds,
A nature-painted fresco with hues that merge into twilight.
(To be sang to the tune of
"Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen)
Here's a wee warning.
Eowyn is on his way.
He'll blast round the UK.
So now batten down the hatches.
Lock up your house.
Close all curtains now
And hide!
We are just human.
They are the elements...
Dark clouded skies
Wind is strong
Rain will batter
All day long.
We need our shelter
Coz otherwise we'll all be blown away!
Like debris.
Warning!
There's a red alert.
All the gusts that travel past
May be a hundred miles fast.
Warning!
Pets need protection.
We don't want our animals to fly!
Hours!
That's how long.
There will be damage.
Be aware that fences aren't as rooted as trees!
Make sure you stay inside.
Any trips can wait.
Make sure you stay inside.
Snuggle up, keep cozy -
Stay safe!
Rhymes in Nine 2 10-11-24 Rhymes checked with www.rhymezone Picture #4
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Fall Rhapsody
Fall rhapsody to BEGIN, TOLD IN scarlet tones,
A SERENADE for strings in a PARADE of russet GOLD hues -
A JUBILEE for acorns and for oaks in an autumn harvest JAMBOREE.
Maple LEAVES BLUSH in SHEAVES of firelight crimson choruses
Courtly LOVE sung like minuets OF twilight THRUSH vespers
MERRY harmonies of CRANBERRY aria odysseys.
Trees FESTOONED in UMBER pantaloons cast off MAROONED melodies
Twilight breezes FAN a cinnamon TAN pup in SLUMBER -
Orange opus CALLS when fall RECALLS harvest harmony.
September performing an entire unfettered rhapsody
Getting nature in the mood for surrounding present life.
Waltzing end of summer to crisp morn inspiring fall.
Heaven spills chill warmth embellishing anxious scarlet,
Brown, umber hue leaves on forbearance nature's vast numbers
Of their brethren that touch the coolness of the cozy ground.
Graceful wisp movement around the angel's tears, daffodils
Flickering fragile butterflies with beauty and grace approach
Pleasing, sweet, alluring, amber-honey as light disappears.
Breeze essence romances with fragrance, harmony, and rhythm
Poetic perfection beneath crescendo-colored shadows and sighs
Deeply pulling in the Autumn’s cadence pulse of heaven orange skies.
and when crickets croon our song in whispered tones,
find me within luscious reveries of tulip moons,
while stars swirl to the rhapsody of longing~
clouds burst lilac dust upon the burning skyline...
for even in your absence, I taste the firefly’s kiss,
caressing the infatuated skin of my seized canvas.
Dark, sexy, ebony eyes that light up, sparkle and twinkle.
Tender lips, as tempting as red, sensuous, burgundy wine.
On your handsome face, not even one, creeping, aging wrinkle.
Wish I could grow all over you, like a fresh, climbing, Spring vine.
In star-dusted dreams, we ate, danced and so merrily mingled.
Till the morning’s light, found us, intertwined, in her golden sunshine!
5/2/2024
Dedicated to my Mother whose birtday is May 10th, of blessed nemory!
That is how she looked, on her wedding day!
lucent glow
of longing
turns into
spring-suffused
exuberant spectrum
paints fresco
of floral splendor
on canvas
of my chromatic life
flamboyant
on arid
cinnamon ground
auburn despair
creeps furtive
like silent sigh
in wilted veins
of fallen leaves
rustling frail
serenades sanguine
evergreen tune
of hope
in the last crawl
desolate
eyes weep
unseen tears
in torrent
fill cauldron
of pining pathos
while
forlorn life’s
lingering element
of emerald essence
remains like
lone
defoliated tree
in wasteland
of broken banks
of denuded mind
isolated
cadence of symphony
of fervent zephyr
adrift from
yonder plateau
of yearning
glides on
waves of desire
in lagoon heart
pulsates
with ripples
of rhapsody
in bay of bliss
innate
The desolate wasteland
of destitute deprivation,
traversed in tortuous trail
by my jagged life,
trying relentless
so long,
so very hard,
to flatten out
anguished angularities
of serrated mangled mind,
swirling scrunched
in the egregious
whirlpool of indignation.
Sucked into sordid abyss
of despondent delirium,
I searched out sedated
for indifferent me
the possessed passion path,
leading besotted through
the pulse of collapsed portal
to my hollow heart,
not yet filled with
the arctic mist
in prolonged dreary winter
of despondency.
The spring of yearning
came on the sly
with fervor fragrance,
drifting in furtive flutter
on the delusive wings
of transient moments,
flowing out
of the fervent flowers
of my blooming garden,
where you had flown
like a beguiled butterfly,
created the cadence
of surreal symphony,
suffusing me.
The tune harmonized
with the mesmeric music
of my longing,
enthralled emotions
danced entranced
on the ripples of rhapsody
that rolled resplendent
between you and me,
to entwine us evermore,
consecrating the cryptic concept
of metamorphic magnetism,
called love…
I remember
when I was a poor boy
and nobody loved me
mamma's tears felt like acid
burning holes in my heart -
I became breathless
triggers came without a guarantee
violence swept like an adversary
in silence i found my sanctuary
my bubble an escape from reality
grenades of my ancestors
detonated along my destiny
I burned in a bonfire of misery
papa's demons were too loud
so I hid my heart behind a shroud
as fatal tumors cursed my tongue
my sighs turned into a melancholic song
triggers came without a guarantee
violence swept like an adversary
in silence i found my sanctuary
my bubble an escape from reality
as the novelty of poison wore out
through the Devil's death i began to shout
his assassination set my soul free
childhood pain became my poetry
once I was a poor boy with silent ink,
but in adolescence I've learned to think
i used to wish I had never been born
but it's pointless living with bitter scorn
As withheld words escaped through winds of change
regretful tears from fears were blown out of range
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