Syllable Structure: 8, 10,7,9,6,8,8
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Stars sparkle, scattering silver,
Silent skies glitter, serenely sublime,
Distant diamonds, divine dance,
Glittering globes gleam, glowing gently,
Brilliant beacons burn bright
Whispering wonders to whole world,
Fanciful fantasies flow fast.
Sand grains sliding through my hands,
sparkling down mid air as bright dust.
Grainy, gritty, rough blossom on my palm,
so long ago, its youth so swiftly spun.
Now individual part by part,
sinking sub-horizon toward a dropping sun.
Moving back to its big liquid starting point,
a washing tidal flow impacts a matching coast.
This dynamic fluid world calls it custom,
joining a vast aquatic host.
"Note: AI image generated to complement the themes of my original poem."
Sparking, chilled wine
is the common drink
we can afford to soothe stress,
it's that wind without a hiss;
the more we drink,
theless we think!
Lilian asked for a divorce,
her insanity got worse,
her husband married a ****,
a busty hooker strolling
on high heels in Sunset Park!
Lilian tossed his pictures
out of the window, screaming;
she didn't choose to be a widow!
Lilian drank a lot and felt low,
her favorite wine was Merlot,
she's only forty but looks eighty;
alcohol is a slow death, surely!
Sparkling, chilled wine
is good company
to escape reality,
it's time dedicated to relaxation,
a thrill for real improvisation:
a surprise after nine!
I grabbed a bottle
of sparkling, chilled wine
to idle time away
and stay out of trouble;
every cloud was thick and gray,
even silence was unbearable!
Sparkling, chilled wine
is a remedy, not a cure,
it gives one strength to endure;
it's a ray of delusive sunshine!
Ah! Sparkling, chilled wine
is a journey to Wonderland,
to that place close to divine,
where I shed tears on the sand!
Dawn
Birthings
In mauve skies
As daylight breaks
Songbirds start to sing
Sparkling sunrise
Nature’s gifts
Dew moist
Lawn
shipping door opens
there's a sparkle on the ground
shimmer like diamonds
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Santa's sleigh swiftly slices silent snowdrifts, spilling sparkling surprises.
We're surrounded, or so it seems to me,
by some strange and stupid sayings,
as examples, here's but three...
Altho' outdated, 'How do you do?' is one,
and, if so asked, 'How do I do what?'
my response would be.
Another such, 'It's stunning!'
'Incapacitating' perhaps?
I think not, something there needs shunning.
Also, 'It's brilliant!', is another,
and, my thoughts about it,
'Sparkling, shiny at twilight time?'
I seriously doubt it.
But why are so many Brits compelled
to repeat these inanities, and who thinks them up?
More importantly, I'd like to apply for that job,
as I could conjure up even worse insanities.
J-uniper
O-utshines
A-ll
N-ature's
N-ew
A-wakening
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Joanna Bañadera)
D-awn
A-lways
R-eveals
L-ight,
E-mbracing
N-ew
E-nergies,
S-o
A-ll
G-row
A-new
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Darlene Saga)
A-ll
L-uminous
L-ilies
Y-ou
S-ee,
A-lways
M-ake
A-nnual
R-adiant,
I-ridescent
E-scape.
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Allysa Marie Porsona)
Summer’s Sparkling Journey
Swinging, sideways we two, in a striped hammock.
Green, grand,leaves that grinned, engraving our love on
summer’s clock.
Hearts, your hands, holding our summer’s warm heaven.
Wishing, wanting, now, to be, excited and thirteen again.
Graceful,gravel beneath our soft feet at eve.
Mr. Moon's magical, romantic secret, mystery,
That desirous, tan glow on your face, ever melodically sweet.
Delicious, delightful, lips that ever so full, did softly meet.
Secretly, did, we, like Romeo and Juliet, did in barefoot feet,
Meet so soft.
Sparking stars, observed us, under moon glass, kiss under stars,
aloft!
7/15/2024
sun's sparks suck spirits
cows chewing the cud in shade~
silent surroundings
Place: 3rd
Oh, my heart has divine, samba-musical, dream treats,
I sit here tapping in golden shod, tanned, perfumed feet.
Unwilling to share my dreams, lest they from me, disappear,
Dreams are my guiding lights by which my poetry to steer.
These globes hold my snow-glistening mountaintops to glide,
Hope-filled crystal balls, deepest wishes, reside and sleep inside.
Perchance on a warm beach all tanned, with doves soaring above,
Sipping crushed, cold mango-ice, and without trying, came my love!
3/22/2024
I look out of the window
and I am captured
by the gleaming grass
during the night
there was a heavy dew
now the world sparkles
precious jewels dot
bringing new life
to the land
I take a handful
but it jut melts
somethings
are better
to being
admired
from afar like
jewels of dew
Butterfly
Oh little lovely butterfly
Look at me with sparkling eye
Crossing fields in swift cool breeze
Flying over beneath the trees
I can see you around me fly
Look at me with sparkling eye
Touching the flowers with a bliss
Soft petals of flowers give you a kiss
Where are you ? Here am I
Look at me with sparkling eye
Fly like birds ascends descends
Children catch you in their hands
Who will tell me ?Where you die ?
Look at me with sparkling eye
White blue yellow black and brown
All your colors in French, Greek town
Every one love you, never feel shy
Look at me with sparkling eye
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