Lord, please put summer on pause...
everything is bathed in jade and bronzed.
Queen Ann's lac and curbside weeds,
beatified in the sweet, sautéed sunshine.
Everything is sheened in overabundance-
the aspen leaves are jiving on the breeze.
A cardinal is as plump as an uncut ruby...
for two weeks on- when the sun comes up
it weaves a song with lemon drops
is it taunting me or thanking the good lord
Lord, please put summer on pause
While I'm still enmeshed in bone and flesh
within the golden foothills of a heavenly crush.
Categories:
sheened, thanks,
Form: Free verse
A dwindling light threads the dimming woods
into mist-coated shadows.
A stretch of gray-sheened water
reflects the phantom forms of homing wings,
skimming birds that must seek now
a dark cradle of shelter.
The sun has drowned
yet still rides a rippling after-image.
All the weary hunters,
the bustling gatherers, and weed-waders
return now to a coverlet of listening silence,
a nocturnal dormitory
where noiseless owls quest
for the slightest hint
of moonlit eyes.
Categories:
sheened, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The air so cold it feels inert,
briskness that makes the mind alert,
a bluebird sky, a crystal day,
the sun chases some chill away.
New snow half-way up to my knees,
wells and hollows around the trees,
stunted forest, tiny but old,
gnarled by winds and endless cold,
the rhyme ice makes a heavy load,
spruce grouse is flitting too and fro,
bed rock sheened in veneers of ice,
ledges peak out to offer sight
to peaks where so few men have trod,
you stare out like an ancient god.
I see why some folks hike for this,
lucky, this peak has a chairlift.
Categories:
sheened, appreciation, beauty, imagery, mountains,
Form: Rhyme
There was Louie the fly
Who’d want to fly by
There was Madge who
Soaked your hands in Palmolive goo
There was the Rolladoor song
That Geelong supporters sing along
Your Mum Mister Sheened your furniture
To a sparkling shine so sure
These commercials I remember on television
That as soon as I think of them they are in my vision.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
sheened, technology,
Form: Ballad
Here I sit in the womb of room
gazing out into the sunlit day
consuming its tranquility,
In moss trimmed trees
squirrels play hide-and-seek
between branches laden with leaves
hued with shades of sunset colorings
camouflaging other aerial anchor tenants,
The cerulean sky—polka dotted
with cottage cheese like clouds
canopies the terrestrial scene,
Red breasted cardinals ape and peck away
like jumping checker moves—Beaks darting
between chlorophyll sheened blades of grass—
the unseen restless wind images its ever presence;
So,
Here I sit in the womb of room
gazing out into the sunlit day
consuming its tranquility.
Categories:
sheened, bird, imagery, metaphor, sky,
Form: Prose Poetry
O Most beautiful of places
like a whisper
read me ...if you read me...in hushed tones
"Lace and fineness"
not for me
Sweet salty sea and a sand colored shore
the lines are long ...slender ... smooth ...an ever horizon upon which I rise
the hills and valleys are silken paleness sheened by light
a channel runs down the middle
to a small perfect fount
into which I dip my spirit and am purified
baptized...cleansed of all earthly things
I rest ...but for a moment
for there is a mysterious forest beyond
plush... warm and verdant
and beyond that... lies the source of all evil ...and good
I am Eve
I am the garden...
and you are my soul's seed ...the forbidden apple that awakens
I am the ocean
...come to rock me
you turn me from stone to ice...from ice to rain...from rain to river...from river to sea...from sea to light...from light to dark...from dark
to illuminati
that I may forever rise and rise again upon your perfect pale shore
and come to understand...the true value of all things
Categories:
sheened, baptism, beauty, love,
Form: Free verse
In a world swathed, in the darkest of night
She danced and she twirled, emanating light
The very place where, her dainty hands lay
Scintillated sparks, of glorious day
A woman touched, by celestial grace
Heavenly glitter, sheened angelic face
She traipsed high and low, aching hearts to bless
Lustrous glory, she clothed in tenderness
One day fairy, by unseen hand did fall
Shiny wings crushed, she was left there to crawl
Her soul's glimmer, now flowed out in her tears
Prostrate on the ground, weighed by bitter fears
With every sob, falling glitter left bare
Her magic gone, she gave in to death there
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
sheened, death, poetry,
Form: Sonnet
From trembling scorn stained lips,
ashen cheek tear-streaked from woe.
Jealousies' rancid inheritance,
mournful Banshees’ eternal concerto
Feigned compassion mists a dead smile,
Innuendos' bitterest honeyed embrace.
Breath tinged with your poisoned reprieve
Sirens symphony of shameful disgrace
Bronzed skin glistens tarnished,
Sun spun curls chlorine sheened.
Carnal fantasies careen off her flesh,
on Harpies' wings, your spirit eternally gleaned.
Bosom panting gently, nightmare in disguise,
Pestilence whispered sweetly, caution finally thrown.
Gazing into cyclone eyes you feel the sentiment grow,
Forever in her Medusan stare your soul now cast in stone.
Categories:
sheened, lost love,
Form: I do not know?