Short Varnished Poems

varnished memories
gratuitous rendezvous
votive ritual...

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April showers 
thunder on varnished woodwork 
wormy fine dining...

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An apology lightens my world with varnished hints of atonement.



Bring Color Back Into My World Contest
Jan 21, 2019...

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I run to eat the Jollof in the plate
When the love songs made me late
This aromatic food well garnished
Never made my saliva varnished
My joy is ceaseless with this plate...

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Crystal shells glimmer
Porcelain as dawn,
Varnished by romance.

Like opal baubles.
He knits them  offshore—
As passion’s keepsake.


Contest Tableau Prints--nette onclaud
2 Nov 20i7...

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Driving on the way home
Road varnished from heavy rain and
sparkling as gemstones
from where the streetlights flicker.
Extra careful in this weather
Long slow journey.
Dark drizzly night
Misty and cold
I do believe-
I miss you home....

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Driving on the way home
Road varnished from heavy rain and
sparkling as gemstones
from where the streetlights flicker.



~Re: "I miss you"

Liberum Divisa 7 Poetry Contest, Sponsored by: Gregory Richard Barden
Wed 8th September 2021...

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Grandpa's old rocking chair lies varnished in the altar of my antiquated dreams.





                                 November 5, 2016
                                    For Rick Parise
                                    One, One Liner...

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In pale dawn light, when dew drops glisten,
I listen to a chorus of larks as they chatter.
Scattered about my garden, lilies are in bloom.
Perfumed petals varnished by the fulgent sun.
Spun, is a tangled web between the leaves,
as a busy spider weaves a gossamer snare.



October 11, 2022  
Bitesize Poem No. 53
A contest by Line Gauthier...

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I see the edge of your smile
and the tip of your varnished toe,
the waterfall of your flaxen hair
that makes your shadow grow:
Love!  I am the one, who loves 
you as the day.
To lose you makes me shudder
like a mast on a blustered  day;
Keel-haul and whip my hopeless love
Send my soul to hell
But let me call before I die,
Love! I am the one....

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comes
wistful,
in a gloss
of  frothy drifts
she cruises near bends...
old river dressed in leaves
peach-gold like October tides.
And ripples splash through a varnished
light, crests twirling on pale twigs,wildbuds; 
flaming river’s last glide …. prelude to snow.



9/25/2015
For Love of October
Andrea Dietrich's Contest
Theme; River/lake in October...

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Disdain can be so hurtful and baseless.
So hard to renew prestige once tarnished.
Derision, sneering in reply useless,
As disdain on disdain, with brush varnished
Only adorns contempt with scorn garnished.
Better to outflank to prove your true worth
In common ground dug over to unearth
A new campaign where seeds already sown
Can yield reputation and worth rebirth
Freed of need to moan and atone, alone....

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                              Jukebox plays your hit song
                                  Jackpot for just a dime
                                   Jewel in shiny chrome
                                   Juicy colors varnished
                              Joyful tones and rhythm swings
                                  Jive boogie social dance
                                 Journey; the speed of light...

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When varnished leaves quake overhead
And jasmines  in their airbrushed red,
Match the whippoorwill  as it sings
Our notes flit on through elder wings--
Into duskfall  ,  an ardor's rite
Through October’s final delight:
We watch autumn cast her paints high
Till stars wane   from love's lullaby.


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Free Verse Or Rhyme Poetry In Its Beauty
Eve Roper's Contest   04.11.2019
Pic # 3    Revised...

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up the slightly winding stairway 

                my fingers sliding on the varnished

                       contour of the burnished banister

                    that feels like an ominously 

               smooth, sinuous anaconda,

        but happily undulating 

       under my palm

            like a kitten purring 

                     gratefully at being 

                                   caressed......

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Under the sun's first dancing rays,
The rocks were washed then varnished
And glowed like jewels set in chrome,
That beautified my dream's fancy
Paper boats hopped along the quay
And wandered off with roaming ships,
Then larger crabs in state of fear
Got washed up by a unicorn
Frightening the hard rock pools
Till paper boats drowned, out of reach
While throughout this nightmare, I cried
Deepening my futility
As I stumbled inside my head....

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This poison paint colors my canvas
Indelible, it will not depart
Painted this masterwork is on my surface
Loathsome canvas!
Wicked art!
A masterpiece you work
Varnished transgressions that can not be washed free
Free, from my oil-receptive canvas

For this reason, now 
I must hide this artistic blot
This poison paint
With oils of Truth
Worked by hands of spirit
So that set eyes will never see this crafted bane
A new masterpiece in its stead...

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A spindling sun stream on bough's cloak spun
Melange of orange, yellow, red on foliage doth billow
Decadent Umbrella wields fluorescent shield o'er barren 
fields
Glinted blades colorful shades heighten
Bright-cherry, Oak leaf gloss doth floss
Purple haze of each Sweet Gum lobe doth tase
Yellow fringes on White Oak fingers waxes with gilding 
syringe
Orange Marmalade, Maple stars varnished with tinseling 
spade
Blue Beech crusted folds dusted with a brackish rust...

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Thoughts Gachalard emeralds forms one's inner precious
Giving a unique sense of glamour an sight
chisel'd sculpture call; 
showing inner skills devious
varnished tints on canvas; 
grasp one's own tenacious light
smoke mist haze an haar;
cuddle thou scarfs textured delight
immortality aspects bravery;
overcomes all bounds an matches
roaring thunder and cracks in clouds;
inspire th' giant fire inside
how thou art a poets thought 
to hide yet remain in thy lot...

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 When nightfall cascades through the trees 
To drift across soft grassland's  breeze;
This moment comes when fireflies seize
A time for peace, the time for peace ~
When lure of wings can make one freeze.

Inducing wonder with graced ease,
They twirl on air like varnished fleas
Enchanting sky through boughs and bees.
Now dream in a wheeze, in a  wheeze~
As nature's gifts bring heady sprees!


8.29.2016
Monorhyme Mania  for John Hamilton...

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S prawled beneath a line of stars, bright
P ulsating in varnished luster
E ndless jewels gleam, to ignite
C radled breaths as skylines flicker,
T eetering on mid evening’s hue...
A nd neon fireworks dash in a glide,
C lusters waltzing in blazed revue
U nmatched by shadows that divide;
L ight of moonglow, black of wind-streams
A s flashed novas explode up high,
R eeling on, till blinks fade..goodbye.


1/18/2016
Spectacular Acrostic
John Hamilton's Contest...

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If the Rubik’s cube were round as a ball 
It surely would not have six sides, at all, 
And would be worthless for little more 
Than rolling upon a smooth varnished floor. 
One could not twist the sides or see 
Neat rows of color in squares of three 
Much less give exercise to flexing wrist 
I think you are probably getting the gist. 
If Rubik really wanted to prove his legit 
He should’ve made a puzzle ball of it. 

 
Written December 31, 2020 
For Rubik’s Cube Contest...

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The lake is surrounded by burnt orange grass that bends.The sparse light rain drops
make perfect circles on the glassy dark water 

that widen until they sleekly disappear. 
The lake mirrors the late Fall afternoon: 
dried-apricot clouds from which peek 

a chilled though soft blue. 
A worn trodden campsite 
is next to a shiny varnished house 

with windows that portray 
the wet sand colors of the docks, 
and the sun-light shifting the sky, 

as an oil painting of an aging day....

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.

When you grin good
in the glare of publicity,

     no hint of your dark disdain 
     the masses should see

as there you dole out mere 
morsels to mere mortals,

     wangling their votes, you've 
     got no scrupples for morals.

     
But your thinly varnished
ill-repute does attest

      to the myth of the truth 
      of your loud oaths at best.

Yet, you flaunt your self-serving 
      generosity

      as you grin good
      in the glare of publicity!

....

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