Short Phosphorescent Poems
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Pisces
Jewelled and bright
Navigating the dark solitude
in their phosphorescent paths
Creatures of soft flight
beneath the sea
Meeting, toast, and air conditioner.
The jazz background dissonance.
Phosphorescent drinks in crystal cup,
Holding all virtual life inside it.
(but)
Very Brady
from an egg...
a phosphorescent pull - chain
wrapped around
yr leg.....
a wait - ing
on the other side...
tied to the Moon smoking a cig...
I walked beneath the streetlight, then, slow paused;
the yellow phosphorescent glow had caused
a strange shadow to hover above mine;
hesitate a while, then did intertwine;
a margin which it long ago transgressed;
an unwanted, and uninvited guest.
Streetlights, nightlights, the shadow is the same;
it is my shadow, mine, I am to blame.
A thousand fireflies,
light up the night with torches.
World getting brighter.
Torch
firefly
holds light high
brightens night sky
lit
Phosphorescent light
coming from male abdomen.
Invites passionate glowworms.
Wingless female blinks,
hoping to attract nice male.
Will soon be a thousand more.
Note: Haiku...Cinquain...Choka voila HCC
Belmont wallows in westering
twilight, sheep graze in cold
pastures, hares scamper,
ignoring a circling hawk.
Blackpool's urban sprawl crawls off
up to the scarred horizon, the Tower
pricks the heavens like a syringe,
spilling the blood-red sun.
Evening falls, I'm all alone
and free to stare,
a wondrous, star-flecked firmament
in phosphorescent flare!
Belmont wallows in westering twilight,
sheep graze in cold pastures,
hares scamper, ignoring
a circling hawk.
Blackpool's urban sprawl crawls off
up to the scarred horizon, the Tower
pricks the heavens like a syringe
and spills the blood-red sun.
Evening falls, I'm all alone
and free to stare, a wondrous,
star-flecked firmament,
a phosphorescent flare!
Belmont wallows in westering
twilight, sheep graze in cold
pastures, hares scamper,
ignoring a circling hawk.
Blackpool's urban sprawl crawls off
up to the scarred horizon, the Tower
pricks the heavens like a syringe,
spilling the blood-red sun.
Evening falls, I'm all alone
and free to stare,
a wondrous, star-flecked firmament
in phosphorescent flare!
Belmont wallows in westering
twilight, sheep graze in cold
pastures, hares scamper,
ignoring a circling hawk.
Blackpool's urban sprawl crawls off
up to the scarred horizon, the Tower*
pricks the heavens like a syringe,
spilling the blood-red sun.
Evening falls, I'm all alone
and free to stare,
a wondrous, star-flecked firmament,
a phosphorescent flare!
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Comfort belies not upfront, where the bright glare blinds,
But in the glowing lingering embers of the afterglow.
In the afterburner of the karaoke sing-along song.
Humming the back-story concoction of memories
Translucent and phosphorescent.
Tarrying perchance, in a happenstance dance,
A wake, lingering long, along into the night
On the back-burner, dimmer set to simmer.
The lighthouse blinks with candour
Invites the close of the day
The merging with the shore of creation
The night at the end of the bay
The darkening pools in the moonlight
The caverns that call below
The waves that seem all-knowing
The phosphorescent glow
Down beneath the ocean
A chasm awaits me now
The answer to the question
Where will my spirit go?
In the early gray dawn
Of phosphorescent madness
Let's get married!
The church is steps
From the playground
I'll kiss you with my beads
Around our necks.
We will be bounded
By plastic, colorful love.
We are two 6-year-old boys
And we don't give a hoot
Over why the sun is so bright.
The next thought in our head
Arrives from the brilliant green trees
High, high overhead.
Twice blessed,
twice graced,
by the Goddess Bast
caste in adoration.
Twin orbs, phosphorescent eyes
space holders for the setting sun
both bathed in milk white moonlight
temple guardians, night slayers.
Twice blessed,
thrice graced,
by felines two
in this place of creation.
Trinity of trinities infinities sign,
feline guardians mark the time,
in this space of creation.
Belmont wallows in westering
twilight, sheep graze in cold
pastures, hares scamper,
ignoring a circling hawk.
Blackpool's urban sprawl crawls off
up to the scarred horizon, the Tower*
pricks the heavens like a syringe,
spilling the blood-red sun.
Evening falls, I'm all alone
and free to stare,
a wondrous, star-flecked firmament,
a phosphorescent flare!
The eloquent foundation of a treaty evolved
Luck danced within the fabric that was our skin
Virgins we were to such tasteful artistry
Senses sharpening with each candid discovery
Phosphorescent rivulets blandished our bones
Displaying bravuras of a sensory love
By the vines of felicity we were skeined
A bed of our locks sleet had designed
Fleet each word had become razed
Illustrating wicked fallacies
Phosphorescent planetary
paths petrify prematurely,
Profoundly powerful
photospheres perish
pathetically,
Prominences polarize,
Propagating parabolic
phantom - shadows,
Preterite plasma - bursts
petrify periodically,
Precipitating permanent,
pitch - black primordial -
gloom,
Prototypical pulsars
paradoxically portend post-
stellar doom,
Profound planetary
patriarchs perish perpetually.
Gliding in on the hot summer wind, Lady Noon
The phosphorescent pied piper of the Dune
Our infamous Pearl of July
Sand paper tears spring to my eye
Her sultry petrichor perfume
Scratches our parched throats
Our hardened arms exhume
The first crop of oats
And I fell for her, clay red and dry
Befuddled by her beauty, sweet
Her tongue dowsed me in deceit
Heat stroke melodies, her siren’s cry
Day puts on its dusky cloak,
As phosphorescent fireflies,
Like sunlit diamonds flash,
And circle beneath broad oaks.
Lovely little lanterns
Fly freely to and fro
Winking, blinking, twinkling
As on and off they go.
Many settle on the boughs,
To flash their mates below,
Lighting trees recurrently
With their luminescent glow.
Pulsing on, pulsing off
My heart beats to their light
With thoughts of love for you
For whom I’ll pray this night.
Her aqua skirt flows in the sky,
like curtains of the Gods they play;
a Monet brushstroke low to high
- like life itself they go away.
But for now they dodge and weave
as in a phosphorescent pool,
a flirting dance before they leave,
behind a veil of colored tulle.
Behind the veil are sapphire eyes;
behind the skirt, there lies the night.
The curtains are a brief disguise;
seductive show of pure delight.
Now deeper to the heavens drawn,
within the night, before it's gone.
ELYSIAN
Glittering like d sun,
Sight blue like d moon,
Enamels pure as diamond,
Smile resembling snow.
Filled with aura of confidence,
Soo quixotic as u are,
With ochres adorning ur soul,
Oregano blows 2ru ur paths.
Soft hearted,
But strong in spirit,
Never to quit and always challenging,
Hopin 2 get evry desire.
Stylish in fashion,
Always moving with trend,
Blazing d commentaries,
With tenderly look.
You are
Truly
Phosphorescent.