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SILK SERAPHS

SILK SERAPHS
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morning's fiery edge ascends~
kaleidoscopic procession of
pinks, blues, yellows catch my eyes.

above me, a fleet of silk seraphs
claim the cerulean sky,
sun's warmth igniting their ethereal sails.

the silk seraphs easily glide~
like dreamers across celestial skies,
they drift along effortlessly.

burners' gentle roar, a soothing serenade~
the ballonists soar in burnished metal baskets
while passengers wave as they pass by.

above quilted plains, tiny silk thrones reign~
like my wayward thoughts
they meander carefree.

the wind gently carries them higher aloft
then…..pooooof….they vanish.
magic comes with dawn’s first rays.

Cupid’s Canopy Over Silent Sonnets

Written: July 06, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Craig Cornish

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My path was unkempt, with cracked and bent signs
The once-azure sky turned gray, and my muse faded
Cursed seraphs hovered under lifeless skies, weeping. 

In the mahonia mist of nestled truths and lost couplets in periwinkle poetry

I shoved in a cacophonous frenzy, confused— 
Vade mecum was fetid with an epiphany of deceit
Silence echoed dread, and each scab was a guess

Iridescent smears of fervent deceit, 
and Cupid's canopy engulfed the cetacean sonnets
A mocking wind bade shattering moans,
having learned to flaunt their tethered words
With my russet roots, I'm not a flashy flower,
but, I felt awful pain from distant love acronyms.

What if the cloudburst refrain bears no scars? 
Or phosphene verses adorned with blue poppies, 
might leave glowing traces on midnight shores?
I walked for miles to find that starting stanza.

Yet, despite such raucous, cataclysmic pain,
An earthquake faltered the stratus sky—
Not all who veer from the path must shatter
Obsessed, some must comply with the jostle of life.

Heaven Is For Real

White seraphs sing in four-part harmony
Their hymn a song of hope for humankind
Angelic voices join the reverie
Supernal music soothes each heart and mind

To live each day in light that never dies
To see Almighty God just as He is
To know the secrets hidden from men's eyes
To feel Jah's love and know that you are His

A growing horde promotes belief as lame
Such skeptics only trust what can be seen
These unbelievers' doubts will lead to shame
When Christ returns upon this earthly scene

With eyes of faith we see beyond the veil
With lips of praise we spread the holy tale

The Moment of Truth

seraphs, in eager anticipation,
collectively hold their breath
           for the m o m e n t of truth... 
shy young love, they root for
at last, their virgin k i s s;
            a paroxysm of cheers erupt.

Jewel of Jesus

How do I proclaim the Jewel of Jesus;
I’m just a fool. The words delight
and disappear. How does one praise
the holy one? He’s too much for words.
I’m not worthy to lift him up in song;
I sing along with those duly gifted.
The wonder of lyrics with such treasures:

Here I raise my Ebenezer;

Let highborn seraphs tune the lyre,
and as they tune it, fall;

I’ll fly away, oh glory, I’ll fly away…

How do I proclaim the Jewel of Jesus;
I’m just a fool, a fool who leans
on scripture and gleams truths.
My biblical articulation is mute;
how do you describe eternity, infinity,
true love? In simplicity, perhaps.

He was put to death by sinners,
buried and three days later
breathed forevermore; we’ve
been invited - we choose
our afterlife. Do you really
want to obtain the most precious
jewel ever offered? You can only
embrace, you can’t give Him away.

Ruby-red, sapphire-bruised, pale-opal…
Fiery-garnet eyes, many crowns on his head…

I’m just a fool to try, but I must try
to put Jesus in a human box -
can we even describe how breathless
we will be when we see divinity?

The Bard's Babble

“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”

~William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act V, Scene I

I weep by a stardust shore where the seraphs sing
Tangerine tears rain despair 'neath a velveteen veil  
My melancholic muse, muslin-wrapped in ice-cold caskets
Slain by ruinous romance swirled in absinthe abstractions

Despondent sloughs bespoke the depths of my soul
Saffron scars scream sonnets through metaphorical mists
Oh, how morose melodies paint scabs over pastiche strophe
Pregnant pause, so precious, submerged in lurid lament

But then it whispered, a voice unvarnished by purple plumes
A verse, it bloomed, untainted by thesaurus bleeds
Sculpting off silken scaffolds pasted upon profligate poetry
Leaving a profounder palate for plainer prosody

Fools thought wisdom speak in sequin-laced soliloquy
But wise men abrades from calligraphic charade

crossing over

"Today I am a joyous soul for across that bridge I will stroll." ~ poet

seraphs serenade the skies
strains unheard by mortal ears
chilling the darkness with notes
of ethereal richness

solo arias announce
the soulful songs of shadows
crossing the bridge to glory
extolling the most faithful

morning follows the lilting
cadence of aural tenors
singing of godly brilliance
with sweet angelic chorus

home at once, at once at home
soft as silken ribbons of
diaphanous tatted lace
comfortable and soothing

In Midnight's Absence Of Day

Daisies
Crooked, not quite—
Each, a garden's seraphs
Within ethereal lamp's watch;
Praises

Metamorphosis

The resemblance of the omnipotence imprinted
With rare colours and shades elegantly tinted
Cherubims and seraphs adorn my being's core.
Like the capacious cosmos, I am in candour.

Senses surpass the physique and touch the psyche.
Wisdom arises beyond my likes and dislikes.
Allure becomes affection. Lust turns into love.
Divine graces, like monsoon rains, fall from above.

Consciousness and unconsciousness seem to conflict.
Connections of clear conscience, yet, within, get flicked
Like the lustre of the sun, the moon, and the stars
Rays of virtue erase naiveté’s sombre scars.

I am on earth and in heaven at the same time.
Body and soul, like church bells, are in tuneful chime.
What's heaven and hell when divine presence pervades?
The grimness of death and grave becomes godly glades.

Success

success
will not rest
at wind up  but start
pulled back in the bow awhile
seraphs linger in ride’s resist then fly high

Carry my heart in your arms through the mist between worlds

Carry my heart in your arms through the mist between worlds,
To the place where dreams germinate and reality sheds its garments.
In a sanctuary of love, a corner of eternal spring and honeyed nights,
A couch of seraphs where souls weave embraces, innocent and fine.
Let us flee from huts where illusion builds thrones of sand and smoke,
Thoughtful antechambers where the shadows of false heroes round off.
Toward the pure ray where consciousness shines without script or scent,
In a glade of light and half-shadows, where forgiveness washes away the bluish embers.
In an ascent over the peaks, where clouds raise their kingdom,
Or down, where springs hide their sweet murmurs, depths of preserved dreams.
Destiny holds no thresholds, in the heart of the sky or in the spring of the Eleatic earth,
The secret song overflows, calls me towards your radiance, the silvery echo that consoled me.
Sing of your splendor with a lyre, in an ode not yet dreamt by the eyes of the world.
Beside you, I will be when the harbor reveals itself,
Awaiting the grace that bathes us in calm, like a wedding with the storm blessed.

From Shadows To Sanctity

All Hallows' Eve
Ghastly, Macabre
Haunting, Shivering, Bewitching
Specters, Shadows, Saints, Seraphs
Praying, Glorifying, Rejoicing
Holy, Divine
All Saints' Day

Like the Tide

  My life, like the sea, ebbed and flowed,
A world littered with peaks and valleys
A painted vision like a chiaroscuro,
When times were sometimes light, others dark.
Yet one thing I can truly say
Despite the fact you often left and returned.
I was always blindly loyal to you.
I never looked at another spouse.
I admit we were neither Cherubs nor Seraphs,
We all had our shortcomings.
Despite that, you judged me on my few failures,
However, I had my successes too.
I worked hard and achieved much,
Alas that interested you not.
Eventually, we got married.
I remained a faithful soul.
We had our ups and downs, but I was loyal to you.
So when I die I only wish for someone
To write upon my tomb’s headstone:
He loved loyally.

I Know a Place of Silence

I know a place of silence
Where one can roam about -
Touch the height of peace
And watch the morning crown.
It's a place well-hidden -
Where no worry survives -
Where no thoughts break in
And living hope abides -
Where seraphs may be found
And joy is my raiment -
Where clouds meet the ground
And keep the dewy haven.
It's under mesquite trees -
Over their medusan roots
And in mellow sun rays
And their assuring proofs.
It's by the pale mescals -
Under some tender stalk -
Between granite boulders
In shades of ochre and chalk
And among the cactus
That you'll find the place.

Serenade

'Mid twilight's tapestry, hearts intertwine,
A dance of spirits' grace, a love's embrace,
Romance revealed, an ageless tale divine,
In murmured oaths, they claim their rightful space.

Beneath the crescent moon's soft argent gleam,
Their fingertips meet, igniting hidden fires,
Like fireflies that in meadows cast a dream,
Their love's pure luminescence never tires.

Through whispered secrets traded 'neath high stars,
Their faith takes flight on hope's celestial breeze,
As constellations craft love's avatar,
Two souls set sail where only seraphs please.

In every touch, in glances deftly snatched,
Their romance blooms, by fate's own hand dispatched.

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