Short Elysian Poems
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I'm on a mission
Which may lead to sedition
Even though it wasn't in my vision
I envisioned my decision with fission
And I wont stop till I reach what is my Elysian
3/17/2017
Outside the classroom
Sun and cloud dapple the vale
Thrush rehearses triple phrase
The while overhead
Lark ascends in descant stream
Studies the Elysian scene
2 May 2019
Contest: Bite sized poem No.4
Written: April 28, 2023 for Contest by: Ink Empress
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Colorful flowers bloomed with ethereal sapidity,
roquish whims jinxed across kenopsia nights
where onism becomes Elysian cure.
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Lifer
(For CSM Richard Webb)
David J Walker
He was a soldier
Who knew he beat the odds
Yet answering to the
gods of the Elysian Field
One day he would yield
His dog-tags and
Turn in his guns
And lay down to rest with
The rest of his brothers in arms
Faerie child
in the wilds,
guardian of unicorns,
to dragon-nurturing, born;
a mystical light
amid elysian delights.
Butterfly wings beat
out their harmonic treats.
Faerie child
in the wilds,
teaches dragon, Eragorn,
how he must become, airborne.
You pour through my soul
Absinthian elixir
My Mother Gaia.
Sunsets of Ruby,
Elysian fields, golden;
Amethyst mountains.
I taste Bing cherry
Concord Grape fermentation
Tangerine orange.
I drink heartily
I pray for supplication
Needing sustenance.
Lovely yellow and green chamomile;
delicate flowers blooming among the greenery;
I brew you into an elixir with
fresh lavender, honey and lemon.
A tasty tea to heal my sore throat
and bring much needed repose so,
I can revel in Elysian dream fields.
JOEL
I go through you
weaving
strings of finely minced clippings
But, on the green Elysian
I will devour you
I will show you mortal wings
cunning lips as sweet as money.
Through the eye of the needle,
trough the open lids of desire,
I will thread you poems of harvest.
Within a lush verdant meadow
there meanders a docile stream
where wildflowers profusely bloom
beneath the warm breath of the sun.
They sway on whispers of a gypsy wind
as it gently drifts across this Elysian field.
March 5, 2022
Bite Size Poem No.38 Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
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Heaven is the future and now,
Silent heaven sings, don't know how,
Like a diamond in the sun,
Fragrant pastures Elysian,
Do we love the stars too much?
Dreams are for real, and such!
Heaven is purity, fiery elements,
Perpetual love is meant,
Heaven is the future and now,
Peace on Earth, but how?
Shelley—Romantic Visionary
Maestro-Romanticus-Supremus
Percy Bysshe Shelley
One Heaven, One Hell
Promise of a later birth.
About a little soul
Epipsychidion
One immortality, one annihilation
Wilderness of this Elysian earth.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 5, 2015 (Double Dactyl)
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The Elysian
Of a dawning in a brilliant twilight hoverance,
Skipping along an unmarked trail so unexpectedly,
Dared naught say out mumbled words offered without pure malice,
None receptive to my thoughts for a soulless oddity.
2019 May 10
*2nd Place*
Arbitrium Divisa
~~Gregory R Barden
You could have stayed here
and lived with the Diaspora's fear
that protecting Jews may prove an illusion
You came to your own conclusion
To move to a land that Jews themselves defend
Where not in vain is uttered, 'Never Again!'
We're so proud of you, son, and your decision
To reach for dreams of Fields Elysian
galactic ocean
elysian waves roar
roiling galactic ocean ~
a stellar fanfare
celestial shores gleam
with an astral signature ~
the cosmic heart beats
nebulas birth seas
from swirling coral-blue clouds ~
seaways of star glitz
hymns of starry rhythms
sentinels for delta stars ~
tides of star stories
Cocooned within
embryo awaits
a moment
of elation
when birth
will release
the offspring
to a new adventure.
Wings enfolded
in prayer like slumber
will yield to
the currents;
aloft
beauty leaves
its gentle impression
upon the air
and the sighted
will breathe in
a moment of
elysian bliss.
In ethereal darkness
A soul drifted in celestial comfort
Content in a cosmic void
Elysian in it's astral slumber
Then, a match struck the spark
And light tore the blackness asunder
Senses scream into his mind
Lungs draw the first breath
Lips cry out to the sky
A beautiful and traumatic gift
Given to the satisfied
Sensation enveloping, ever relentless.
Form:
A perfect world would be Paradise,
Global peace, bliss more than nice,
Collective communion of one human soul,
A garden of Eden, as in days of old,
Elysian Fields would be Heaven on Earth,
True Shangri-La, for what it's worth,
Equitable Peace, one human hand,
Friendly faces, our true dream land,
A perfect world would be Paradise
Global Peace, bliss more than nice.
In an Elysian wood,
flitting faeries
among the trees
ponder their
magical seeding,
for a fairy ring
they’ll build,
within the greenwoods
emerald sea.
Moss-laden ferns
feathery light,
help feed faerie magic
late at night growing fungi,
puffballs round,
a faerie ring,
inedible magic.
2-15-2022
A STRAND (1074) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
From poetaster to poet-ass
This ain't no leaf of grass.
Walden's pond is a stinking morass
And love is but blaring brass.
No Elysian fields lie yore
And the meadow is a blooming bore.
Nature is reduced to God's only whore
And all I feel is a whole lot sore.
Jealousy reigns supreme
Oh, why can't I just continue to dream.
If Life's best offer is a Krispy Kreme
Go to Hell if you don't like my scheme.
Whilst in ones youth, I beg to question,
Why twice ten years sums darkly fossil,
If numbered twenty from conception,
Whilst in ones youth.
Immortal years, weaned blindly hostile,
Demanding half and whole apart as one,
Until twice twenty, rears itself colossal.
Twice again, steers an Elysian direction,
A course prepaid, far too late to jostle,
Time is never subject to dissection,
Whilst in ones youth.
My last farthing I did bequeath thee
The Queendom was fresh, ‘twas 1953
You put the coin to use, planting a tree
The frail sapling grew roots deep, leaves green
Fruit decorated the branches, an elysian dream
Then pests invaded, with goggles and sprays
Two-legged devastation machines
Upending the dream
~ Arsenic-laced green
Sweetness is a Jasmine January
Seeds its scent along the inkberry
Starflowers streaming a fecund path
I bask in a heavenly perfumed bath
Winter bouquets an Elysian Field sanctuary
Jasmine scents ladies of the night
Jazzman ticklin’ ivory ‘neath a sultry light
With a surging merge all kept warm
During the raunchy ruckus and snowstorm
New Orleans brothels wintery delights
Beyond the world lies a journey,
a horizon that acquaints a magical destiny,
a solitude with soulful eternity,
a milieu abiding betrothal vicinity,
where deity is within the eyes
and the faith adobe vivid smile.
Beyond the human lies a viability,
a nascence that exhale a verse amorously,
a spirit with blissful sovereignty,
an admirer beaconing Elysian itinerary,
where deity is seen solely,
to a hermit heart wallowing ethereally.
Ah! To bask in the melodious harmony of orchestral violins and dream!
'Tis as soothing as the music of water rippling along a meandering stream!
'Tis as smooth as golden honey flowing from a splendid crystal jar!
'Tis as pleasing to the soul as legions of angels' harps heard from afar!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 7 in Dr. Ram Mehta's "Music and Meditation" Contest - April 2011
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