The cinnabar disc of cold fire afar slowly ascends,
sets the sunk edge of the sunburst horizon ablaze.
As all the cosmic colors the chromatic satin sky blends,
diamond dewdrops on malachite meadow glint in haze.
The crisp beguiling breeze flutters the emerald canopy,
cleaves channels thru’ the foliage filigree for sunbeam,
splashing gold sequins on leaves rustling on jade tree,
fringing the fawn vale effulgent in the sunshine gleam.
The day’s crystal face in sapphire emptiness shines bright,
the seamless cobalt canvas of dawn sky changes color.
Before the radiance of the day is consumed by twilight
I absorb the dregs of the setting sun's sinking splendor.
At the fragile fringe of the fleeting forlorn moment,
spellbound by sunIight of the splendiferous dulcet dawn,
I perceive the new glow of the divine light resplendent
with the rays of hope radiating from the hued horizon.
Like an eye looking out through black and blue night.
Scintillating squint in Dead of Winter; looking through
Slat of the Midwinter blind. The Canadian waning of light.
I could have been listening to a sermon, sitting on a pew.
Caught the “deer in headlights,” before the eye closed.
It was like peeping through a hole of the universe; gold.
Tree branches spread out, as if fancy’s figment disclosed.
I’m open to chiaroscuro and the Creator’s diurnal hold.
Could have been an angel’s flashlight, looking for a fleck.
Perhaps where Heaven touches earth, that is so cold.
The wind twines with hymns and the flurries hit the deck.
A groom carries a splendiferous bride across the threshold.
God’s natural art emboldens impressions with constant sear.
The intensity both bold and minute embrace our existence.
Climatically they manifest, grab hold, redirect, and adhere.
Never ending dispersion of colors and seasonal coexistence.
.
sumptimez
winter revealz wonderful
whilst
thuh sun saturates
the listless dust
thirsty roots
purty stonez
pretty
habilitize'd
flower
sumptimez
mine longz for
thuh vernal
peeky sun'z ray
propagating earth
thankful roots
glister'n stonez
splendiferous
habituate'd
flower
sumptimez
rain comez
whenever
Cauze'n glister
Mine duke's frenetic
Grip
fill'n mine gullet
wit
that stainless'
wet
'to mine
smirk
“Something,” a compound
word, wondering why,
back in the early days,
I enjoyed it so, until
“serendipity” came along.
The “knock-knock,”
“who’s there?” “Surprise!”
The knockout of my voice,
the showering of my dishes,
the blending of daiquiris
and splendiferous guests.
Then the more potent,
poetic delight of “plenipotentiary,”
the dictionary, the thesaurus -
better than the yellow pages
and Sears Christmas catalog.
No, the catalog was cool!
I miss it - my first babbling;
I wonder what sound
first caught my attention
at my mother’s knee…
It must have been something.
"Every enigmatic environment enlists enlightened emotions" Quote by The Poet
Spectacular silvery spangled, star studded sky, so serene.
Under universal utterances uniquely unabashed, unseen.
Wildest wind wails when weakened, was welcomed warm weather.
Trees towering, trying to triumphantly touch together.
Serendipitous splendor soothes soulful scenes.
Gracefully groomed, growing greens.
Lustrous light looms, lasting like lingering lanterns.
Youthful yellowing, yet yesterday yearns.
Moonbeams meander, mesmerized midst melting moments.
Extraterrestrial elements enlist exponents.
Frenzied fireflies flutter, fulfilling fanciful florescent flashes.
Sparkling, swishing splashes.
Sycamores sway sweetly, so subdued, sounds softly sweep.
Calm clarity closely causes comfort, combinations creep.
Sporadically straying, sadly sets sorrow so steep.
The nights near your endearing, deep cocoa skin,
Silently, splendiferous, in this, sensitive , Spring we revel in.
Samba music fingers, paint energetic dancers on the Spring walls,
Lost in the beckoning and hypnotically, loves’s, passionate night call.
You quiet my soul, with your tender, intoxicating, loving tenacity,
And create sweet hours, revelling in our world to poetic capacity!
3/29/2025 updated poem
Old Gooseberry gets in when you let your guard down
Handsome, diabolically friendly, he never shows a frown
Temps you with spirits, pills and elixirs to make you high
Some addicts think he is a splendiferous, wonderful guy.
Splendiferous crystals;
Sparkling jewels of light.
Soft, fragile flakes falling,
Silently from the sky.
Spiraling, tumbling, and
Swirling down to the ground,
Scattered by winter winds.
‘Splendiferous,’ said
the rhinoceros, truly
~ who just ate Julie
Sweet songbirds chirp, greeting the rising sun
below my bedroom window every Spring.
While their cheery tunes confirm Spring's begun;
green begins coloring in everything.
Crocuses silently push through the ground;
while frozen icicles melt, drip by drip.
The honking of geese fills the sky with sounds
signifying they're on their return trip.
Wildflowers suddenly begin to sprout;
popping from the ground, summoned by sunlight.
Spring seems so splendid; there is little doubt
when Spring colors supersede Winter's white.
I love the scent of Spring's perfumed breezes,
Winter smells sterile once the ground freezes.
Donning splendiferous landscapes stretching for miles,
A culture that aptly prides, in bold, welcoming smiles;
A thriving land of islands~ an archipelago evincing awe,
A resplendence of nature, an exclamation of hurrah.
Sandy beaches embrace realms of pristine coastline,
Harboring lush foliage, embodying sublimity divine,
Of marine life, corals, reveling warmth of idyllic clime,
Reminiscent of paradise, of placidity, stilled in time.
Fun loving, amiable, proud tradition extolling grace,
Quaint, yet modern, is the vibrant vibe of this place;
Of museums, antiques, art galleries, buzzing cafe,
Of hotels, casinos, of famed sunsets on Manila Bay.
Luzon, the Visayas, Mindanao~ gems of the blue sea,
Living in tranquility, projecting utter beauty and glee;
Islands of hospitality, homeland of a privileged few,
A magnificent portrait, upon sea-canvas nature drew.
Philippines~ an acclaimed, lauded, pearl of the Orient,
Rich in diverse culture, her allure citizens augment,
Pulsating rhythms of hearts and souls, worthy of praise;
A treasure preserved, revered since the ancient days.
Quirina and Quiqui Quetzal*
Were a truly splendiferous pair.
They won first prize at Mardi Gras
As if nobody else was there.
This had ruffled a number of feathers
Among some who'd come very far
And spent weeks and months on elaborate costumes
While the Quetzals were "come as you are".
But they'd been down this road before,
And Quiqui had a plan.
He'd arranged to start a brawl or two
So later Quirina could brag
That he really was her "macho man",
Not just a sissy guy in drag.
*Author's note: For some of you more ornithologically challenged P Soupers, the quetzal is a brilliantly plumaged bird of primarily Mexico and Central America.
Amberfest Ambiance
Ah, the orange-gold, I behold in things,
Such as the amber, in my wedding ring.
Invitation to a classic, zesty brunch.
Heart-pounding for this splendiferous lunch.
Let's begin shall we, with aromatic toast,
Slathered with orange jam and golden,
Hawaiin honey.(Tis the most)
Gratefully, we do have enough money,
To eat oudoors, and the Pacific Coast is a honey.
Oh, my eager taste buds start to roast!
Eggs Benedict with perfect golden orbs!
Having breakfast on the azure Pacific Shore.
How could I ask, for anything more?
The scent of fresh California orange juice,
In an amber goblet, ah, turn it loose!
This is my divine amberfest breakfast.
Divinity~full of color and golden pizazz!.
So very blessed and extraordinarily, first class!
1/27/2024
Your splendiferous day is finally complete.
Your grateful heart smiles, with joy replete.
Knowing you survived this day’s travails.
Unecessary, for you to get any hurrrahs and hails.
In your serene bed, beneath a soft quilt, you retire.
Knowing you did your best, and in some hearts, lit a fire
Outside, you observe, the deep onyx skies has eyes.
That love and care for you, ‘tis absolutely no disguise.
You surely are a child of a stupendous, watchful, universe.
Sent to planet earth, to express your vivid truth in verse!
1/11/2024
I did make a wasp gasp
with my splendiferous doggerel
that not even I sit well
with. & a note came from hell
penned in a tongue alien to me...
only the vile violet violinist
understood such oneiric idiocy...
& said it was emetic
& not truly good nor copacetic.
Even September agrees
such is the golden music
that easily delights the bees
& can make a wasp gasp.
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