Short Extolled Poems
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the grass is strangled
by brown
Too Many have written
extolled the virtue of weeds
But I!
feel the weight of transition
green to khaki
and dead-
brown.
Form:
Men are attracted
To all that jiggles
But ladies prefer
Something that wriggles
So critics extolled
Exquisite squiggles
And God collapsed
In a fit of giggles!
Day to exchange gifts
Give chocolates and flowers
When it is extolled
An universal feeling
Known as sui generis love
Nayda Ivette
2-4-2016
world of dreams
made manifest
imagination extolled
in motifs
eclectic
surreal
thoughts
the outlandish
otherworldly
unconscious
constellations
of visual
poetics
She did not ire against the fading light
The mystery of death did not perplex
But comforted her enervated soul
As she acquiesced to fate
Her last words extolled the joys of life
And love
And the sunset
confluence
of image
&ear
complex
&
complicated
flamboyant & frenzied
yet
so evocative
emotions
captured
exhibited
extolled
& expressed
Kidnapped by the Muses,
sentence now unknown
Thoughts are held for ransom,
will denied the throne
Kingdom banned in exile,
usurper in control
Welcoming confinement,
—house arrest extolled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Easy indications
From a silent urging
Of its own genesis
Celebration sounding
Flowing on high
Extolling divine tribute
Questions posed heavily
Of good and evil
Dawn and dusk answers
Endless cycles define
An extolled purity
Borne of spirit upon lips
As days wind into moments
sped away too soon -
So memories injunction is a road
so walked upon - but in unfold.
I walk, unwittingly into self-controlled,
and breaking free - remember thee,
the moments we did hold
released to me again ... in truth's extolled!
The mind
its own place
be it heaven
or hell
The soul
but a bucket
to empty
or fill
Goya
a madman
DaVinci
extolled
Sharing
a genius
they fought
to control
Bleed out
the poison
death waits
to reclaim
Or memory
gets buried
and darkness
— remains
(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
St. Valentine was a
loving saint – saw only
love, rejecting all hate –
considered love a blessed
fete – his purpose and his
mission. He extolled
the healing nature of Christ;
mixing spiritual intimacy with
man's usual rice – Proclaiming
Christ His Messianic lover –
both Bride and Groom, the
the Ultimate Wedding, and
the Ultimate Bloom....
Truly life is a song, if we sing along,
irrespective of fate as it may unfold,
choosing right over wrong, resolute and strong,
our vibrant innocence both playful and bold,
abides in the heart, for that’s where we belong,
aura glowing with light, in scriptures extolled.
Flowing gently in mode embrace and release,
blissful presence has no demons to appease.
Vol 1.
Well, go ask the Magi,
and you may be extolled.
Yet, he may say you're crazy,
He's, three Millennium old.
Then, I went to the Magi,
with this question to pose.
If most opinions mean nothing
though everyone has some.
The Magi replied,
"don't,stand down wind Son".
The Magi is Wise,
the Magi is knowing.
Yeah, I'm half crazy,
And the MagI has Spoken.
Glorified and sanctified
by all these tomes,
blessed and praised, exalted,
extolled and honored,
adored and lauded
in the name of these wondrous vintage books,
acclaimed
in the name of poetry and science fiction
and lost race adventures,
sorrows and consolations,
abundance and peace,
dreams and losses
and dreaming still in celestial libraries,
Amen.
In a time of living loving loud
Where memories made were galactic gold
You're serene smile through a clusterous cloud
And our journey enviously extolled
Oh how I pray to turn back time
To have you in our precious hold
But time turns me like a clocking chime
As the past is left to memorially mould.
July.21.2016
In Another Time - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Ir0nic ZiNk
Raindrops paint a muted reflection on my front window pane.
Wails come from a thunderous sky; I wipe away my tears again.
The summer sun melts my mask and a still breaking heart.
Raindrops fall cleansing the earth, I resign to make a fresh start.
Violent storms defined my summer, autumn rain renews my soul.
Drops create a clear reflection, a smile and precious life extolled.
I hear their almighty roar!
Lions pontificating on the Senate floor.
I see wolves prowling the House chamber;
Howling to create a national anger;
Media circus masters have them controlled,
In the big tent they’ve both extolled.
Matters not who is in the majority;
Expanding authority, always the priority;
Acts restricting freedom and prosperity;
Do not represent my constituency;
A birthday is a time for great rejoicing
for gifts of beauty from heart and hand untold
to laud with laughter ev'ry sweetheart's voicing
with prayerful words let life's virtues be extolled.
So let's, raise a glass and toast the summer sweet
with honeyed words and images from dreams complete
with Health, and Wealth, and Fame and ribald story
letting our dearest friends find morning's glory.
I shall but wait for you by the riverside
Until our breaths meet, no shadow could hold
This autumn, next summer, all cycles tied
Entrusting moonlit prayers to unfold
Sweetness of a return from battles cold,
That angels guide you home, a joy extolled-
Affirming strength of this love, so daring
Despite time's ploy, our hope unwavering,
Contest for Nayda Ivette Negron
5/19.2016
In the realm where dreams collide,
A golden truth begins to rise,
Money follows where value resides,
In the world's discerning eyes.
Thirty minutes each passing day,
Devoted to your chosen way,
With training - guidance to display,
Expertise blossoms, come what may.
The world, it yearns for what you hold,
Your worth, a treasure yet untold,
For time and wisdom, you'll be extolled,
Embrace the opportunities unfold.
composer performer
complex & complicated
flamboyant frenzied
evocative
emotions
extolled exhibited
keyboard expressions
of
heartbreak
melancholy
made lyrically
aloud
genius marooned
in
innovation
inner tragedy telltale torments
transformed
romantic naivete
fortuitously fingered
in
nocturne&concerto
for us
when we look laugh & dream
Many years ago, my aunt,
Who’s always loved to knit,
Made a shawl for me with fringes –
Not my color, I’ll admit.
Yet it’s toasty warm and large enough
To drape around and stay
Without the need to hold it up;
I wear it every day.
A schmatta means a rag
Or else a garment that is old
But there is much affection
For this shawl that I’ve extolled.
See, my aunt’s made me replacements
In the colors I prefer
But they’re rarely worn because
To my dear schmatta I defer.
Red ball of fire at the edge of the sky
Sinking slowly as its light begins to die
Birds and animals seek shelter in your fading light
Hiding from the cold and fearsome night
Delicate flowers close and fold
Hiding colors long extolled
Stars drift across the darkness
Giving a beauty to the world’s bleak starkness
Morning comes and the fire ball rises
Lives and colors return in all their many guises
Such is the cycle of night and day
Nature’s dance, an eternal ballet