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summer's lavish brush
canvas stroked in billowed swirls…
daydreams framed in blue
-16 Jun 2014-
David Mohn
When April’s wind briskly blew
Beth’s spring skirt billowed and flew:
Men on the street
Got an eye-treat
‘Cause panties, chose Beth to eschew.
Naught but a billowed vagabond
A breeze longing to shriek
Soar on an eagle’s up draft
Plunge, predator-like, to earth
Riffle the grasses as I pursue
The limitations of my fate
I set alight a fire burning bright
It was a blaze of hope, of faith
Having no tinder, I thought I might
Burn my heart; and smoke billowed, wraith.
I whittled at the carbon fuel, chipping as its lathe.
Alone
silent with no sound
lie objects quiet near
exposed beneath billowed clouds painted white
in skies of listless blue
where thoughts rumble loud but silent through
the morning dawn of afternoon.
Alone
silent with no sound
lie objects quiet near
exposed beneath billowed clouds painted white
in skies of listless blue
where thoughts rumble loud but silent through
the morning dawn of afternoon.
Endless White, billowed dreams of squatting men,
I stretch out to grasp an insubstantial floating sky,
A fluffy purgatory, a Grayscale cycle revolves again
Forever out of reach, I extend arms, choosing to fly.
Lifting from the Millewa;
swirling to the sky,
billowed to the heavens,
each particle drifts high.
Closing down the clearness
in an ever thickening rust,
from dry and harrowed farmland,
swirls the Mallee dust.
White sheets rattle in surging winds billowed free
I fly suspended dangling from stars dancing
Moon cajoles like my father laughing at me
Butterflies land in swarms gathering goodness
Pouring syrup on waffles honeyed sweetness
Thoughts billowed out from the mind
All the disbeliefs and sins whirl around my soul
What's more...
The barbed arrow of time pierces into my heart
And as the witching hour dawned upon us
It snatches my breath away... Am I in hell?
©malavikavipin
The early evening sky billowed
with smoke colored clouds,
smoldering above the burnt sugar brown
remnants of the October forest.
Ashen rain fell upon the dirty sheets of tar.
Spruce and pine protrude warily into
the foreboding firmament
piercing the night.
A cold air
billowed over the threshold
dew spat itself
on blueing leather
its sting exhilarating
the pulling tendril finger tips of the sun
as it pulls itself from the shadow horizon
and diamond grass
splinters kaleidoscope fragments
and breath talons
deep within.
Brittle, till you crack,
Made of bone, you lack
Softness to survive,
Rigid as a rod,
Righteous as a god,
You’re not long alive.
Powdered bone to dust,
Blown with one good gust
Through the withered trees,
Flecks of boney grey,
You float far away
Billowed on the breeze.
Her graceful arms
In sleeves of billowed white
Reach up to touch the stars
That twinkle in a velvet night
As she leans upon his breast
She takes his every breath
As they dip and sway
Across a moonlight sea
A silhouette of beauty
The schooner ‘Ballerina’
Dancing with the summer breeze
Imbued rose colors
of birth. Sky tinted billowed
petals, junked. Florid
gardens, immaculate.
Scents of citrus heavens. Bloodshot
tinctured cotton
colors. Rubicund
chalk crumbles, powders highlands
thrusting. An ingress
kerfs a hyloid
barrier. Cruer clots. Spook.
Cimmeran smudges.
Dawn awakened and replaced the moon
Empty, the sky where once stars were strewn
In repose, Luna slept after wandering night skies
and spider webs shimmered in the light of sunrise
Dew glistened like diamonds on the fragrant rose
as a gentle breeze billowed my sheer nightclothes
The sky is one gigantic bowl of pink turned upside down,
spilling soft rosy petals that peeked out
from beneath snow white billowed clouds
till - fully blossomed - they burst forth.
First stanza of "The Rose Bowl" from 1/28/2011
For the Liberum Divisa 6 Poetry Contest
of Gregory Richard Barden
Songs and dances of June
roses, pink and heavenly yellow
sun splashed water, floating cloud boats
that drift through summer skies, blown
by jasmine breezes...
fields of waving grasses, and scented sage
evening orchid sunsets, that lie their heads
down on pillows of billowed white
and bid adieu to passing day...
man
like it was
cool
like an ice box
left open
in the heat
as the jazz
oozed
out in
statico beats
of non-conformity
to the jive
laid down
by the suits
that live in black an white
laced straight
world
without soul
or
knowing
of the flamboyant
dreams
billowed by the wind
of night.
As the chocolate sauce melted,
she started to lick,
oh god this is magic,
I’m going to, heavenly bliss?
The moon on the water,
shone brightly that night,
it was then that I knew,
that this moment -she‘s mine.
As smoke billowed out,
and the air became filled,
it was easy to see,
that he just. Proposed - married .
As the chocolate sauce melted,
Her fingers she started to lick,
oh god this is magic,
I’m going to, heavenly bliss?
The moon on the water,
shone brightly that night,
it was then that I knew,
that all her moments - was mine.
As smoke billowed out,
and the air became filled,
it was easy to see,
that she just loves me.
Trying to put the day together
but something is missing,
a word from a sentence, a part
of a whole I can’t quite picture,
just a blur, a shadow,
no more - footsteps hurrying
from an empty room,
a glance catching a passing rush
billowed in a curtain, whispers
from down a corridor
that are never quite clear,
falling silent
when I draw near.
"Come clean before coming undone" - said the mirror, then melted in the room.
It flowed down from the wall, billowed the room,
and moved across the hallway.
Broken skin like a mildewy smell, disgraced by this voiced-out message,
the iron hill became too twisted and our moments in time,
like debris in the pure water on their way to float to nowhere.
I swept the cinders from the hearth
clambake soot billowed veils
of a past where frequent refuge sought
the path that never pales.
Eyes of mine, their apples cored,
pips blackly shone and squeaked;
with laughing tears trickling,
the moistened lustre leaked.
Young at heart, you twinkle bright
a gem in memories of grey,
a fire to ignite my life,
a light to guide the way...
Worthy is the leaf I see
Staid as nature stays its course
That from bud on billowed tree
Carries pride from best or worse
Whether gentle rain or driving storm
It withers not from weathered stray
And when the sun appears each morn
It rises high to meet the day
Autumn comes to try its worth
Hues of chill redress its luster
Softly, quietly, it meets the earth
In dignity of life's muster
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