Short Gild Poems

my life is a primed canvas ~ today my brushes gild in shades of gold...

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Soup in willow bowls
Vengeance with silver spoon gild
A meal best served cold...

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gild sun departed
      birds gathered for sleeping
          life must pause to dream...

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baby star heralds
hail dawning gild glimmering
aloof flora wakes
leaves billow parting top wisp
breath orangey-red's farewell...

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Left just one chance
  to gild the night

One kiss,
… before you leave

        8th Grade Poetry Contest
St Thomas Of Villanova Grade School
                May, 1962...

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Left just one chance
  to gild the night

One kiss
  —before you leave

        8th Grade Poetry Contest
St Thomas Of Villanova Grade School
                May, 1962...

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As the poor souls of Burundi toil.
For a scant thirty-five cents each hour.
Their lives are in churning turmoil.
With an outlook bleak and dour.
Yet, the wealthy reap golden spoils.
To gild more Ivory Towers....

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Gigantic gimmick a political gentlemen.
Genuflected genre mathematician gild fan.
Mirific misemploy a flamboyance rolling can.
Doxology douceur dormouse examplar excavator,
Agitator moisture nodulation a lepid swan....

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As Autumn days grow cold
leaves gild green pathways gold.

A thing once swung with grace,
a swing looks out of place.

This summer-only toy,
looks lonely, stripped of joy.


(Essence)


8/17/2021...

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Take wing upon a hummingbird
To mountaintops amid the pines
Down rugged trails to waterfalls
Sip nectar sweet from columbines.

A song so soft to soothe my soul
A frantic dance to stay in flight
Oh beat my heart to match the wings
Gild my spirit with rainbow light....

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In a sky of bluest topaz
I saw the citrine-shattered sun
Glean emeralds from each blade of grass
And gild the elm leaves platinum

Silence, save for the autumn breeze
And in my pockets, not a dime
But do not tell this poet, please
That October’s treasures can’t be mine....

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I believe that a good deed never dies. 
Once performed, it is not fated
to fall to the ground and wither. 
Instead, like gold leaf, it is gently applied
as a burnish, to gild the walls of heaven, 
its light shining in us, like an ember
that glows when kissed by the breath of memory....

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Colors Nature provides for Autumn's brush,
Orange, amber, cinnamon, and cerise
Layer green canopies with gild and blush,
Orchestrating Her greatest masterpiece
Recycling leaves into a golden fleece,
She paves the way south for migrating geese....

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Foggy mists engulfed the bright
When raindrops fell throughout the night
The lampposts glowed at midnights dark
When sweethearts kissed at Lover’s Park

The fluid rhythms, realm of rain
Where lamplight’s stream did gild the lane
Wet leaves dripped dreams from tinseled trees
And pulses flowed like rolling seas...

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A purplish black dark sky night 
Brushed the reddish moon with white 
The sun has painted the sky with orangish hues 
And tinted the stars of clarity with greenish blues 
The yellowish new sun just minutes old 
Has gild the moon a silverish gold 
When all the brownish leaves turned gray 
It rose a beautiful pinkish day...

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Listen to poem:

Golden sets of
surfs surface, 
delves surreal
golden sky, 

Sands surrender
shoeless sole
soles traipsed a
hazy trail,

Gold rays graced and
heralds-in,
as an ochre
shore comply,

Gild shines serene
flocks of doves,
day sprung free a
summer's veil.


Date:08/30/2019
howmanysyllables
4343, 4343, 4343, 4343 (7777)...

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Earth spins,
black wins.

Dusk dies,
dew cries.

Venus,
greets us.

And night,
dons light.

First stars,
then Mars.

Moonbeams,
gild streams.

We race,
through space.

Dawn breaks,
life wakes.

Sun's ray,
brings day.

A sign,
all's fine.



This is a “Footle Poem” written April 3rd , 2015 for the contest (Your Footle Poem)....

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Cottony chameleon clouds change color,

while shadows meld with ebony silhouettes.

Blushing, with pink lipstick smeared on His collar

Sol kisses Luna goodnight without regrets.

And ubiquitous stars twinkle in the night,

as moonbeams gild, rippling waves with golden light.

And, as darkness descends like a black curtain,

the absolutes of daylight seem less certain....

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"In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous."  Aristole


An
azure
blue sky is
colored pink by
cotton candy clouds
clustering near its edge
as though tethered to the sun
while darkness unveils timid stars
that twinkle like trillions of diamonds
and moonbeams gild waters with liquid gold.


(Etheree)


05/20/20
Etheree Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart...

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Golden, shiny, polished,
my cage is gild in hope.
I try not to fall,
but it's such a slippery slope.

I could stop now,
it's not to late to turn back.
With my heart in tow,
I'd get my life back on track.

Oh, how I'd try!
But what good would it do?
While I'd stop wanting to cry
I'll never stop wanting to see you.

Life would be boring,
a book with no plot!
I'd be alone in my cage,
with no key in the lock....

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Happy Earth Day, PS...


How the majestic spectacle of Nature is revealed
At the end of a dull and gloomy day
When the bullying, storm-foreboding clouds give way
And allow the struggling, setting sun to gild, and flush,
And glorify this tiny expanse of rocks and shrubbery
With an awesome pomp and circumstance of color,
And cast a mesmerizing spell that holds the eye,
And caresses and stirs the spirit like martial music....

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I'll lay down here and rest my head,
in this arc of stones I'll make my bed.
On the moss covered floor of the forest deep,
I'll close my eyes and fall asleep.
The stars shall be my counterpane,
and shelter me from gentle rain.
Moonbeams gild my tired eyes,
and breezes sooth me with their sighs.
No more for me the travails of life,
for nature shall become my wife.
Here, in the forest where wild things roar,
my heart will rest and ache no more....

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We decorate and gild our cage

Make it nice and decorate

The confines of our own entrapment

The bars of our own restraint

And we focus so much on this

That life passes us by

And we see nothing but this

And do not see we live a lie

Imprisoned within our own minds

Unable to escape

Because we lock our own cage

Then we throw away the key

And become victims of our own misery

Do we not see

Are we asleep?

It's a nightmare not a dream....

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A
dying
scarlet sun,
bleeds upon pink
cotton candy clouds
clustering at Earth's edge,
as though tethered to the night.
Twilight starts unveiling the stars
now twinkling-like faceted diamonds
and moonbeams gild indigo waters gold.
Muting all but one lonely cricket's chirp,
silence imbues each shifting shadow
with a growing feeling of dread.
And a dark curtain descends
until silhouettes merge
and ebony starts
slowly filling
in every
single
gap....

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