In the halcyon hush of twilight meadows,
a clown carves laughter from hydrangea elixir,
his smile — a fuchsia epitaph,
hidden behind a dazzling white glow.
Sparkling countless orbs drift from his broken pockets,
ghosts grow wishes in splotchy shade,
each sangria song he sings
splinters against the opalescent primrose sky.
Serendipitously, sorrow stitches his grin —
a mystical black ballet performed
for an audience of lustrous fireflies.
Coral summer nights smell wonderful to others,
but he drifts alone in purple dreams,
his burgundy luna heart heavy with
psychedelic echoes of forgotten cheers.
Spree silvery jewels tumble down his cheeks —
not laughter, but
the silent fabric of darkness knit with marvel,
where every jest
hides another tear.
Written: April 17, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "Lovely days don't come to you, you should walk to them." by Rumi
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Life will not coach you until it happens,
Serendipitously, it flows, upsetting our souls.
When you glance, you feel no longer whole,
Leave dreams behind until the frost blackens.
Love doesn't always reach out to stay,
It often teaches you how deeply you feel.
It seems like it's just dangling a kneel,
as if it were writing you a swiping essay.
Being whole does not teach you resilience,
You discover it when you're crushed by life.
You proceed with wobbly hands and strife,
Grace is born by shaking, not just experience.
Daffodils’ mild scent does permeate the air.
Through the fields dogs do dither then tear.
Rabbits serendipitously spotted that sunny yet showery day.
Many an egg the local farmer’s chickens does lay.
Easter hunt, easter hunt school laxation-professor
Does bear the brunt.
Buttercup, buttercup held bashfully to her face.
Out in the fields, they fiercely chase and race.
Horses, horses are ridden proudly and well.
Pancake day, pancake day, a broken shell who could tell.
Sunshine and shower how nurturing nature makes us far from dour.
Cardinals and nuthatches
Sing in the morning
Serendipitously in unison
Unhinged with no warning
A motionless conductor
As I sit in my space
Melodies arrive equivocally
Put a smile on my face
Gods garden of glory
So much noise to take in
I close my eyes with pleasure
As the crow starts to sing
And the hawk up so high
A whistle to his ring
Contributes to the chorus
In his own speechless way
In suns warmth in morning
A precious way to start a day
The dance was a misguided tour
Masks and dresses Halloween
Themed promenade of sexes
Dark and dimly lighted
We invaded the wilderness
Beneath the hallowed moon
The wolves howling in the distance
Not one of us fearing their brutality
For assured that our costumes
And our numbers would keep
The creatures of the night away
One, two, three, one, two ,three
Living and shadows alike
Moved in unison in the thicket
A masterpiece in the making
Bestowing the puppetry of our
Dance to delight in the invisible
Strings for which the moon
Pulled us serendipitously
Like a haunted ghostly mirage
A songbird serenaded trilling so sweet.
It resonated thru my soul.
I pulsed to the beat.
Sitting by the pond a frog greeted me.
I croaked back at him serendipitously.
I came across a dog whose tail was wagging.
I bent over to greet him, my body gently sagging.
I discovered a snake concealed in the mist.
I stood quietly in place and let him hiss, hiss, hiss..
Mountains with vibrant floras
Led down to fruit laden orchards
In the verdant vales below.
I heard her then, a syrupy song
Of tender love and feats of old.
I stood beneath an apple tree
As her song wafted on the breeze,
Sliding in and around the fruit trees,
Scattering aromatic fragrance around.
Serendipitously I came onto a small farm.
A small river wended its tortuous way.
A small bridge took me to several patches
Where vegetation grew. I could live there forever.
All around I enjoyed the serenity
That I had craved for but rarely found.
Swiftly night descended as the moon
Rose from beyond the low hills.
How I enjoyed the evening farm food
Where I was invited and then
A good night sleep in their spare bedroom.
But morn came, and grudgingly had to leave.
Back into the heart of the city,
Large edifices, black with age.
Everywhere the smell of stale food, burning oil,
And a hint of smoked marijuana.
O to be rich and escape forever
To my lovely vale, now so far away.
In the purple ocean deep
You came to us serendipitously
Became a filter of our lives
Took a promise as "Love Yourself"
Seeing our universe from your smile
Gazing at your unique style
Cuter and sweeter than honeyed mochi
Or warmer than the sultry sun
The ability of your duality starts
By melting all the ARMYs hearts
You are the Prince of Busan Jiminah!
Everson Cleverson
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Seeker of truth from the
Marrow within
Transcendent acumen
serendipitously
Roused from the soul, sacred
Journeys begin
13 Jan 2021
I posed a'cross the garden gates
rouged and roughed and slightly warped
-
unmoving
-
a vision thru the netherness
~
green vines harnessed
upon gasps of breath
strangled
more than a rose of splendor
plucked then pricked
in silence, whispers call
protruding this empty shell
°
where hath love come
past
thou beauty's rest
and hark I hear
springtime
perched upon thy nest
°
treetops dance in wonderment
serendipitously seduced
a serenade
a surrender
I surrender
to the light
as it tiptoes atop my tomb
~
I crumble
and climb inside your womb
"i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go . . . "
ee Cummings
the wrangle of the cell (the cell
that you own) touches me in places (warm
and tenderly the tinderbox explodes)
my ear —
a flame of agrabah (flying tendrils of
jasmine rejoice) riveting revelations of love
shared serendipitously, moving,
even sweetheart, over the ebb
and flow of sensuous oceans (keeping
us apart)
yet; close are we. . .
the wrangle of the cell (the cell
that you own) touches me in places (warm
and tenderly the tinderbox; explodes)
“warm and cozy, our toes curled together, in two different worlds”
11/14/2019
Writing Challenge, November- Some Kind of Love
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Boiled temperature gauges persist moving toward some rise,
Besought naught obtrude yonder worlds prevailing demise,
Barn weathered vanes, dared storms, spun tightly screwed,
Bear breathless trickles of feigning serendipitously spewed,
Barren, a wasteland of previously vigorous grown knowledge,
Birth nebulous yon views lost revelation of scriptures pledge,
Blessed genuine patterns gift, obscured by grandeur, plagues hosts,
Beings ambitious proposal soulless, a world mature of ghosts.
2019 November 11
Silver stars shine;
suitably suffused – Summer’s sparing sign.
Shimmering shadows seamlessly serene,
sweet smiles sail swiftly saving season's scene.
Sunbeam sentiments seek sapphire skies,
symphonious senses sparkle serenity, solitude sighs.
Serendipitously sonorous, seamless songs sing,
swaying sensuality safely, saturated souls sting.
Succulent superior silence softly stimulated,
satisfied syllables spoken, stunningly stated.
Silver stars shine;
showered senses sought sympathy-
sparking Summer's splendored spine,
speaking superb sensitivity.
October 21, 2019
Tautogram Poems Poetry Contest
Eve Roper
*Image of Compasses by Pixabay.
I
I layeth within walled morals of enduring convictions to coexist and be,
A delicate breath of precious life to self-assess being,
Serendipitously, I ascend in wonderment, fully aware,
Into the dawn, I hoped to perceive being ordinaire,
Challenges made the zest of life be gains,
Charms ardor of will, fortitude, justifies presence,
Fairly placed in the room of amassed commonality,
Memorable loves, and losses, that made me,
Well measured, oft maintained, visions persist,
I layeth within walled morals of enduring convictions to coexist and be.
2019 September 27
*2nd Place*
Story of my life in ten lines
~~Silent One: Judged 2019 October 04
She serendipitously pierced the night sky
Striking the blue heavens with avid mirth
Her dreams and hopes floating way up high
Never agreeing to return back to earth.
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