—The Blade of Grass—
I sought no empyrean throne beyond the wheeling blue,
But found one adamantine dewdrop trembling in the grass.
It did not scintillate.
It beheld me.
Then every pinion became articulate flame;
The raven's augury, the blackbird's argent hymn,
Were borne upon one unoriginate Breath I could not name.
I watched the lion heave the primordial wind,
The lamb receive its inviolate ordinance.
Neither litigated Eternity.
Rain descended remembering firmament.
The brook relinquished its mountain,
Yet bore its genesis.
Then desolation entered.
No seraph sundered the stillness.
One mortal hand entered mine.
Its benignity outshone
The constellated treasury of heaven.
That night the firmament exhaled one eternal Breath.
The stars did not descend.
The earth ascended.
The adamantine dewdrop withdrew from the blade of grass.
Since then—
Wherever aught lives—
Or abides—
I have never again encountered a universe bereft of God.
crystal cluster scintillate on etheric arm silvery
throned in centre I sit pert alert
observing galaxies glitter gloriously at golden gate
silent stars circling dance luminosities, flawlessly
ordained with eternal breath echoing eerie
I shake ringed jewels from cobalt space ~
I Am David, I Am King, I Am Nelson, I Am Ali
I Scintillate Internally,
I Am Strong, I Am of Brawn
I Am Samson Strong
I Am Valiant, I Am a Champion
these scars they witness, I Carry the Strength of a Thousand Men!
I Am Monumental, I Am a Mountain, in Psalms in Vastitudes
In Vicars, and Swords, and Infinitudes
I Am Powerful, I AM
Thou, are Born Bright again
Thou, bear these Wings for in Flight I just might catch Thy Light again
Catch that Night, that cold ember that sparked Thy Flame
Sword High, I Power through in Codex's of Valor
In Blades, In Luminance, in Solar Power
In Grace, perched High like Olympus Heights
Sword from Stone, from Stone I just might Take Flight
I just might Break Ranks, by Faith and Blaze towards Better Days
towards Better Ways, and by the Swiftness of the Blade, I find the Strength
Shine Bright O' Golden Pen
To Empower & Inspire The Masses Of Men,
Burn Ever Luminous & Blaze As The Sun
And Let Thy Ballpoint Scintillate Like The Chosen One,
Fill Thy Longhand With Prestine Manuscripts
To Great Endeavors That Shall Sail Afar Like Ocean Ships,
Guide Thee To Depths Unknown
When Many Are Lost & Have Lost All Hope,
Illuminate Thy Ink Scrolls For All Of Time
With Knowledge & Wisdom & Light Divine,
Oscillate The Great Duality That Always Was
And Let It Transcend Through The Sword That Descends From Above,
Infuse Thee With Essence As An Emerald Stone
So I Shall Articulate These Jasmine & Fiery Poems
To Thy Own Light, Scintillate Bright
Never Let The Sacred Ember dwindle down to size,
Soar Ever So High, Shine the Brightest Of Stars
towards Great and Luminous Bonfire Hearts,
Press Forth, Ever So- Hopeful in the Darkest Of Nights
By Mastery, By Earth, Air, Water, Fire and Life
spun from silver threads their hair
is twinkling with spirit light
Glints that scintillate, with love
Angel's hair a flow
Where Stars Collide and Shine Ablaze
and Passions stir where Fires Rage,
where Eternal Treasures Oscillate
and Philosopher Stones shine like a Solar Sage,
where Exotic Gems pulsate from Deep Within
and Glow like Wildfires with Wild Flames,
where Embers Uproar in a Blaze Of Glory
and Ascend towards Legendary,
and Eyes Glisten with Celestial Luminosity
Vanquishing the Lesser with Heavenly Aristocracy,
Pulsating Heaps Of Light like Sun Beams
and Chakras Ignite like Solar Bolts Of Lightning,
and a Triune of Mind, Body, Spirit Resurrect
and Blitz Forth like Chariots,
where Souls Ignite and Scintillate
there, the Heart that burns with Bonfire Faith
The staticky-stars climax under intense blanket of Winter glow.
Your spouse can’t see your spirited green eyes that burn slow.
The friction of campfire sticks, the satiny slipperiness of moon.
Flames of blue, orange and red won’t be overcome too soon.
Pert rose petals, that once were goosebumpy and ice cold,
scintillate like fireworks until the grand finale’s loosed, uncontrolled.
Warm breath in a cold Winter’s steamy and a restless beast.
Lips lavish over late night feast, matches singe, sate increased.
Squirming under the leisurely complement of coals, coalescing,
Coolness of a blue lake vaingloriously countering, distressing.
A long midnight’s thrashing, sans pillory; the high beams foray.
Pillow talk, a sensuous squeeze, a high-diving elixir bouquet.
Ah those stars brilliantly glowing on a long Winter’s night!
Those limbs blush, rose petals crush, with unfettered light.
Near Living Waters a bond is Forged
Gilded Hooves and Wings and Swords,
Feathers of Fire and Light Scintillate Ablaze
I Saddle Up and Ride the High Heavens Way,
Flailing Beams of Radiance, Zion Bound
Upright for the Glory, Upright for the Crown
One with the Bond comes Forth the Golden Man
ARCHETYPE LEGENDARY!!! Swinging Steel like Conan,
Galloping High North propelled by the Wind Force
Solar luminous, Marching Knightly up the High Roads
Divine is the Essence, Blazing Stallions like Bellerophon
Through the Eternal Springs of Life and Beyond,
Sprung Forth by The Calling I'm a Wild Soul
Heroic Sown, Bold, and Sun Born
Gleaming Palladium Shaffron, Cruppers and Crinets
I Ride with PEGASUS, The Greater Self
One by the Lightning, One with the Thunder
Full Speed Ever-Upward, Ever-Onward
Esperance, where kangaroos saunter beaches
and turquoise waters lie like a boomerang
snared beneath a lapis sky and snow-white sand.
Coral pink lakes scintillate in golden sun;
which late will shadow bronze ochre fossil spumes.
Red-legged silver seagulls "kwee-war" overhead;
in the distance, surfers ride the Cyclops waves;
children take an ice cream down in Hellfire Bay.
snow covers my coveted garden,
trees sigh and bare their leaves,
unruffled evergreens stand tall,
decked with shimmering ice-pellets
crystallized on every branches,
magnificent jewellery adorned!
longingly wait for majestic spring when
aquamarine horizon-rays with crimson hue,
unfold a sublime picture of dawn,
my senses are drowned in lilac dreams,
and lost in a tender reverie tangerine!
fragrant graceful flowers will wake me up,
swirling all vibrant colours of rainbow in palette,
playful spring-birds merrily cooing,
saffron imagination dawns on my dreamy eyes.
sun unleashes warmth, tulip-bulbs peek,
bluebells scintillate, creatures waking from slumber…
Unfold a harmonious cosmos!
April 17, 2023
Writing Challenge - "U" words Poetry Contest
Theme: Unfold
Sponsor: Constance La France
SECOND PLACE
Will you live with me forever
will you scintillate my dreams
Holding title to my wishes
the island in my stream
Will you live with me forever
in a fantasy so wild
Making love to the hereafter
—our one and only child
(The New Room: March, 2023)
You say Life is rough
O tell me what makes it tough;
If not of your idiosyncrasy
Life is a rock of intricacy
Room of animation and stagnation
Those must be tasted as abnegation
Yes, even the opulent must travel through
So live it madly or sweetly
And sing it silently or loudly.
Life is dark mode's light
It shines when lit
And overshadows the dark parts
Should you lust for Life's fancies
You'll end up calling it hard
If you spite its idle games that pad
It'll be all right.
Life is a message
And you are the very prophet of your life
Strive, therefore, to preach it to the world with charity
Of worthiness and integrity
For your star to scintillate brightly.
The choice of Life lies where it's courtesy.
Seven second serendipitous develop
Macro piano keys maestro, Lord
Ceiling laden with citrus psychedelic
Unsatiated homosapiens flawed
Ghost film fire eye-socket negatives
Kaleidoscope rolls in their skulls
Soiree opaque pink sequin sedatives
Scintillate wicked sinful impulse
Protein hungry industry herds herbivores
Apex predator caves to serpent
Coveted control position consumes pure
Curious article of cruel torment
Sacred score smudged in blood punishes
Hell or Heaven editors insidious
Emit charcoal chuckles, lit match judges
Bicker Bible's pixels ambiguous
Dusk draws hills, halcyon skied silhouette
God made man strive in shadow
Modified paradise prints timely pirouette
Gluttony grabs hanging mangos
22nd February
Sold Fables
woodland filled with shaded light and antlers.
beauty’s said to be in the eye of the beholder.
autumn leaves, soul of the soil, wildflowers…
buck and doe scintillate in their space.
they prefer to do life alone sans humans -
get rather skittish when two-legged creatures
enter their retreat…their abode…their cover.
a silent hunter, in stand at dawn, cocks
a gun or pulls back a bow, robbing solitude,
causing ruination of perfect contentment.
woodland with bolting light and flaming arrows.
hunter’s salivating for meat and trophies.
11/13/2022
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