Short Sublimely Poems
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Mother's sacred seeds
slide into Earth's slick sliming
soil of post-secular soul
for sublimely sticky
ego-systemic surrender.
In meditation
Sits sublimely, hands folded....
Softly, spring rain sings
Dedicated to Carol Brown: Get back soon.
© May 14 2010 Charles Henderson
Moonstruck in your eyes tonight.
The reflection is most enticing and bewitching.
I’m sublimely under your spell.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
life would be a dark lonely wilderness
Without your love,
You light up my soul
Like the sun up above
The twinkle in your eyes
Illuminates my life
And it makes my life sublimely
Ever so bright
Birds cackle overhead
in the grey mews
as wind lisps around
the dead children
held in the arms of
ancient wisened trees
Whispers jump from raindrops
while my eyes flirt with imagination
© 41 minutes ago
AN EMOTIONAL DELIGHT
reasonanced
preception
overwhelming
the
implicit
rhetoric
as a
means
of address
observing
potent
responses
so
sublimely
beautiful
as
imagination fails
making
visible
phenomena
beyond
belief
I'm fresh as a daisy
and happy as a clam
refreshed and replenished
Enthused is what I am!
It helps I'm off work now
I'm not watching the news
No murders or mayhem
To bring me the blues
Sublimely oblivious
Spells "happy" to the letter
As far as information
Sometimes less is better!
Take a hike, Zebulon Pike
Lofty spires sublimely inspires
Twisted pines, ties that bind
Gnarled roots, leather boots
Boulders cover, birds hover
Desperate schemed, pleasant dreams
Lofty grndeur, glad I'm here
Rusted rock, nature's walk
Talking hawks, gawking flocks
Drink your fill, eternities still
She was a chill drink of water,
found him sublimely toxic
went down smooth and easy, a
bad boy finessing timely advances,
yet, her mama learned her good
about those types and sugar,
turned the tables on him
added brine to his own elixir
so the poison was sure to burn
Toxic State Contest - FJ Thomas
The poesy of chef's soup du jour,
peppered in a skillfully delectable
pauperized simmer
or sublimely enriched dish of
ultimate truffle butter grandeur,
either method is subtly rendered mid
tastefully tendered aromatic
proffers of broken bread,
farther delectable poetry's bouquet
Listen to poem:
You bring something
So whimsical to my life
From deep within my soul
Emerges new emotion
I feel awakened
Exquisitely fabulous
Sublimely in love
It’s like touching
The edge of eternity
And as you wholeheartedly
Give me your hand
I’ll guide you through
The passages of my soul
Where we can
Cross the threshold
And dance into inspiration
AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2020
It is nearing on to a second spring night,
While twilight’s glow is coloring the western sky;
Brown horses are silhouetted against its brilliance,
Purple, lilac, coral misty and mysterious stripes.
Misty for the days' wispy clouds are floating softly;
Mysterious, the universe so sublimely spawned,
Eyes close across time's rolling like ivory dominoes falling,
Only to open again to a pink and pearlescent dawn.
A rose, another name for a rose,
sublimely gifted artist, honest,
time-worn, blithely unseen season grows.
Me, who is more than mother dearest?
Meager cutting from bouquet I chose;
religious, tattered and quite modest
as an innocent child blindly goes.
Changing poet of verse and of prose.
Rose, I chose, ilk sounds in the forest.
A rhythmic mundane poetic pose.
Me, who is more than mother dearest?
2/10/2019
I am Seraphim voyaging to descend
Spanning the lake of invisible water
A spindrift of twirls of huffing wind
Falling-in Fall leaves gathered on a rusted altar
Blissing in delicate spirals I bend
Just where the river ends
Exalted and brilliant within intangible halos
I light the world then setting slow
In golden hues I fade then falter
Sublimely reimagined I do delight
To evaporate into the glow of night
Painting the moon with vestiges of the coming day
Music
is a sweet spring shower for romantics.
For the weary, it is a soothing stream
flowing sublimely through one’s soul.
It is a pond or lake, reflecting joy.
For those in search of thrills,
its waves pound frenetically to lighthouse strobe lights
across an ocean’s roar in the night.
Like water, music takes many different forms.
Find your pleasure; let it wash over you!
For Geraldine Taylor's
the 'Poetry Anthology - Music Theme' Poetry Contest
Sounds a little bourgeoisie
to put on a formal sit-down tea
all dressed up with a bumblebee
As she sets up under the willow tree
it's the perfect antidote to a bout of ennui
for sweet little adorable Penelope
A couple of cookies fresh from the bakery
a french custard that's sublimely velvety
topped with a garnish of floral scented potpourri
Oh how charming and delightful to be
blessed with a child's spontaneity
and find pleasure in such simplicity
AP: 2nd place 2025