SINS OF THE COUNTRY
I watched the sign of sin and scenes
like white blood
Without the cross for atonement
But I saw nothing but blank
No blood, no lords, no laws
It was intensifying like wildfire
Never felt like hell fire
It burnt my skin to death
Thus,It was a rebirth
And I came out refined
Spangling like gold.
A demi-god
She is transformed
Holding the scepter
Of Satan.
Behold!
The dawn Of Armageddon.
Categories:
spangling, 11th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Oppressed by a dark sense of impending doom
A dance of golden angels alight from the clouds
Bursts of shiny, rosy, frothy bubbles clear
Unveiling a lost, now remembered land
Of love and laughter and sparkling stars
6/20/22
Copyright © Robert Gorelick | Year Posted 2022
Impressed by their light I walked into the gloaming
A lover, eager to find my soulmate in this shroud
Pivotal stars of silver, spangling close and near
The angels have found me dancing in remembered land
adjacent, I am laughter I am love I am free
Mystic Rose : The Reply
Categories:
spangling, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Oppressed by a dark sense of impending doom
A dance of golden angels alight from the clouds
Bursts of shiny, rosy, frothy bubbles clear
Unveiling a lost, now remembered land
Of love and laughter and sparkling stars
Robert Gorelick
Impressed by their light I walked into the gloaming
A lover eager to find my soulmate in his shroud
Pivotal stars of silver, spangling close and near
The angels have found me dancing in remembered land
across from him I am laughter I am love, I am me
Mystic Rose Rose
Written 6/20/22
Collaborated on 6/27/22
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
6/28/22
Categories:
spangling, angel, uplifting,
Form: Free verse
''This one waking day shows off, upliftingly - spangling in umber unobtrusiveness.''
Categories:
spangling, beautiful, day,
Form: Epigram
Our love is akin to that of the sunflower to the sun,
When my aureate prismatic sunrays splurge from my gun,
You open up your silk golden yellow petals,
Just to get smooched by the warm spangling rays.
Your ability to orient yourself to me,
And follow my diurnal course expeditiously,
Serves as one of the spectacular daylight dances galore,
Crowned by your floral head heliotropic terpsichore.
The seconds, minutes, and days we spend together,
So shall your stem get massive, erect and thicker,
And your large, oval, discretely toothed petiolate leaves,
Shall serve as a conspicuous attraction to insects.
Your floral head shall beam with thousands of achene pores,
As together we shall bring forth fruity seeds,
Seeds that shall be a prove of our love,
Seeds that will heal and provide protection like a glove.
So, as I retire to the horizon today,
Do not miss me so much as I go away,
Just look at the moon, for it reflects my light,
And rest assured that I shall rise very early to your sight.
Categories:
spangling, love, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Dazzling golden beams
star spangling
when I look into your eyes
dreams enchanting magic
Sparkling treasure gems
through sun smiling thoughts
Warm rays in her deep fingers
one touching light beaming
In your smile stands out
A rose blossoms heart of this soul
flowers so hot amazing beautiful
blooming embracing light
as your angel rays dances
outside this world with the heart
in each beat that pounds loving you
Categories:
spangling, angel, beautiful, beauty, flower,
Form: Free verse
Countless numbers of the nights diamonds,
Boundless and bright twinkling afar.
Infinite beauty of magical luminosity,
Untold heavenly bodies known as stars.
It's nature's jewelry, prominent, and shiny,
Gleaming asterisks of spangling tiny light.
The heavens are filled with preeminent beauty,
From the myriad stars of a summer night.
Categories:
spangling, nature
Form: Rhyme
Time and again,
life is as capricious as the current of air,
yet right now, I sense a nocturnal, harmonious blending.
The upper, black immensity is leaning over the sedated shore,
night is lukewarm, timely, gentle winds are pleasing,
the circular moon is distant, lit with a full lustrous face
and hemmed in by spangling stars all about.
Tightly clutched not only to nightfall's control,
but also, to its seeping of a tranquil embrace,
taking on, the inexpressible charge that I experience
while walking in the cool, effortless hours.
The euphonious deep, dark as crimson-red wine,
salts the atmosphere to preserve a worthy indulgence.
As it rolls toward me
through its appealing surges of approachable exchange,
it sees where I am encumbered.
Here in the billowing dusk, the massive deep
is a gentle maker of musical melange;
inserting a bliss of solitude
and sounds of clarity to linger on.
To this night I cannot come back to,
but I can consume and savor all of its assets;
the visible, the audible.
Forcefulness, Influence and Mastery;
the soothing and stimulating ocean strokes.
Categories:
spangling, happiness, peace, sea
Form: Free verse
It was a brisk day
and he was out walking,
going up the road
through a tunnel of trees,
slanting sunlight on his back,
the wind urging him forward,
billowing his pants and coat,
leaves raining down,
skittering and scratching past his feet.
At the top of the hill
the trees ended suddenly
and his vision opened,
the wind driving sunlight
at the lone tree ahead,
green, brown, yellow and red leaves
twirling,
a giant pinwheel of
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i
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l
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n
g
sequins,
spangling.
Categories:
spangling, life, nature, seasons,
Form: Free verse