My heart enfolded the hued horizon of dulcet dawn,
the yearning brush soaked the sunburst colors,
painted a Monet garden for you blooming with my love,
unfurled the facsimile of your floral face, adroitly adorned.
The oasis of my mind dried in the desert of desolation
as you disappeared with the draft
of the squally summer winds of discontent
with the dregs of divested desire, disowned.
The river of longing in the abandoned valley got lost,
the fervent flowers you gave me withered in the vase,
folded your memory within my reshaped perception.
You’re gone, but an empty chair holds your shape, a reminder.
You are now present as a design of my consciousness
that silhouettes your image on the canvas of my emotion,
becoming an impression in my memory of longing,
figuring you in absence with the fabric of remembrance.
Your absence is not a void of quiet nothingness;
it is your shining presence I sense under the starry sky.
As the stardusts of the blue night contour you for me,
your fancied touch I feel in the ripple of your silent absence.
I was the storm-chaser of the soul,
in my psyche I felt the wafting touch
of your intangible gale of charisma,
rendering my love the blinding light,
magnificent to sense how it strikes.
But you drifted away from my entranced sight
like the squally clouds across my dream sky.
From the ebony edge of the night of despair
storm surged with thunder of tearing strife,
splintered my dream, dispersed in ornate debris.
I heard the squelching echo of sadness
resonate the rumbling lilt of heart’s lilac pulsation.
The tempest of grief wafted
the shards of my broken heart
configuring an emotive fresco
where I saw the beauty of sorrow
dance with the lazuli lightning of mesmeric memory.
A tall white tower in stones I stretch high,
Towards the expanse or the starry sky;
I stay awake through all hours of the night,
Shining afar my steady, sparkling light.
Pitched at edge of land and sea crashing white,
It is my humble duty and delight
To guide sailors sail safely past the shore
And dread the squally stormy seas no more.
Even If storms should turn the sky to lead,
My beam ever remains where sailors tread;
Even when thunder shakes the hollow ground
I direct them to the shore, safe and sound.
Beyond the reach of warmth and far from home
Sailors trust my tower through mist and foam;
They track the trail of my bright rhythmic glow
Despite the whirling waves and tides below.
My years flit by in midst of salt and spray,
My paints from my walls are peeling away,
Yet still I hold darkness of night at bay
Until the safe and soft return of day.
Its variable; real and valuble,
it effects the lives we lead.'
God alone set this in motion.'
Psudo science shall be revealed'
To be no more than squally-squeally
Newly made up, just like that word.'
Soon to be erazed..No lasting trace.'
Under the heavens,to be seen or heard.'
The dispersed grains of darkness drizzle down silently
from the cauldron of boundless blankness of timeless infinity
that the sky starts to shape at the edge of dwindling dusk,
its condensed remnant configures the nebulous night.
The silken tapestry of the black blanket spreads slowly
as the twilight dissolves at the hinge of the hazy horizon,
like the rinsed rainbow melting upon the skyline clouds,
from where satin darkness flows with untamed fluid night.
Sonorous sound of silence echoing in the esoteric night sky
wakes up the sleeping stars one by one to sparkle entangled
on the bejeweled crown adorning the ardent ambiance,
as moonbeam strands weave for me the sequestered dream of you.
In stardust surged desolate nocturnal niche I wait mystified
for you to emerge out of my dream with seraphic feral flair,
walk in the squally craving corridor of my mesmerized mind,
where bracing amorous allure my longing feels wild is the night.
In the resonant noise of continual commotion,
as the voice of hysteria feels quietened
by the tender touch of consummate calmness,
the serene sheath of sentiments sinks slow
with uniquely unexpressed notion
in the unreachable forsaken depth of the mute mind.
When the cacophony outside finally subsides,
the unsaid becomes the sound of silence,
that vibrates where it finds the desired niche,
strikes softly the unknown chord of harmony.
The expression enunciates what isn’t conveyed yet
from the placid depth of quietude.
In the chaotic space of crumbled relationships
the squally sentiments spiral outraged
in the whirlwind of invasive indignation,
where they once grew in the eye of resentment storm.
Many hues of sensitivity act in the kaleidoscopic show
in the frozen depth of the heart unfeelingly hollow.
When the tempest stops after the apocalypse,
the designed perceptual shroud of stalled silence
spreads in the psychic pathway paved by cogent essence,
where the fragrant wind of seraphic spring blows
with floral emotions that walk the dormant desires
in the desolate streets of solitude.
Inspired by Glenn Hughes song "The truth will set me free"
Gone are the ruins of the palace I've built
with sands of my dormant dreams,
at the bleak bottom of the breaking waves,
rolling in the squally sea of gripping sorrow.
I emerge dazed out of the depression debris,
tread the plateau of pensive life turned fallow.
I weave aspirations with threads of imagination,
transform me to grow wings of freedom,
soar with silver-lined cloud in the seamless sky.
A golden nest within far thicket you've made,
with a sense of pride I enter enthralled.
It turns into a cage, I can't spread my wings,
confined with stifled hopes, I forget how to sing.
The air whispering spring sonata doesn't reach me,
but mastering courage I break open the cage,
guided by wisdom I escape the captivity,
fly to the freedom of rhapsody in the sapphire sky.
After the rainstorm makes a stream in my eyes,
the hues of rainbow feelings embrace me,
allure the songbird in me to fly again free,
reach with noble faith the halcyon horizon of bliss.
“The effervescent beauty needs to be embraced,
for it may drift away with the wind” –Quote by poet
The onyx hair untamed
Some swirl in the squally stream
Some lace lilting lattice on ivory forehead
Locking the charisma of the evanescent mind
Lest it flies away from the face in the zephyr.
The almond eyes unclosed
Eyelids blink to the tune of butterfly flutter
Eyelashes align with silver strings of starry sky
Hold the dulcet facade of dream-drenched charm
Lest it floats away from the face in the zephyr.
The flower of luscious lips unfurled
Dons the lilac luster of the sunburst dawn
Dew drops shine on petals with sparkling allure
Engraving the curled contours of the mystique smile
Lest it flits away from the face in the zephyr.
The cherubic cheeks unveiled
Spread jasmine scent in the seductive air
Caressing the face suffused with glow of aurora
Paints the passionate portrait of gorgeous glamour
Lest beauty drifts away from the face in the zephyr.
“In the surge of love the transient beauty needs to be held
close in heart lest it flies away in zephyr” – Quote by Poet
Joy beads on your face in the wind rolled,
the ebony hair defiant, fluttered uncontrolled.
Some swirled squally over untamed gale’s wing,
the forehead lattice captured my surging yearning,
lest like the cloud it drifted away.
The sculpted design of hazel eyes closed sly,
like fascinating folded flaps of blushed butterfly.
The onyx eyelashes lined the lissome lids with glee,
concealed dreams in the fathomless depth of azure sea,
lest like the birds they soared away.
The lilac petals of the luscious lips pressed,
kept the sensuous silence of longing suppressed,
carved on your face the alluring contours with ease,
rippling on the petals of your floral smile, I found freeze,
lest like the rhapsody rose it withered away.
The radiant supple cheeks subtly caressed by
suffusing fuchsia touch of the aura of sunset sky,
color of love dripped from the pallete of my mind,
beguiled, I etched in my heart your image in the wind,
lest like a leaf in zephyr your beauty flew away.
Clouds of fleeting cotton clump,
tire to make the changing shape,
tell wind, stop blowing squally across sky.
They want to adorn shining golden lines,
as cold sun sinks beneath skyline remote.
The sun rays paint old leaf tan,
in summer heat the face curls,
as the shape of youth crushes for it’s dry.
In fall wind it blows away from the stem,
tree wishes spring to usher in the green.
Dream buds unfurl the dry eyes,
see petals shape blissful bloom
in flowers soaking colors from spring air,
share hue of butterflies from sunset sky
until the shape of splendor wilts forlorn.
Bleak loneliness strides with me
toward you, my charming moon.
Its shadow sinks in my fading footprints,
that’ll pace until I reach you to embrace,
you’ll find me repose in shape of silence.
Life weaves web maze of patterns
with the ordained shape of things.
Dainty drizzle from the melted cloud alights slow,
descends as rippling rhapsody of shining shower
in the rapture archway of the memory rainbow.
The squally sky’s gloom the surging winds devour,
turns into rhythmic sprinkle of delight not in vain,
descends as rippling rhapsody of shining shower.
The flash of youth shines smile on the face in rain,
cascades charisma as an ebullient stream,
turns into rhythmic sprinkle of delight not in vain.
The moist face radiant with the mesmeric gleam,
floats enticingly, the flowing time carries along,
cascades charisma as an ebullient stream.
Heart pulsates with the melody of the rain song,
captivating the essence of fleeting youth awhile,
floats enticingly, the flowing time carries along.
On the morose face of the dissolved smile,
dainty drizzle from the melted cloud alights slow,
captivating the essence of fleeting youth awhile
in the rapture archway of the memory rainbow.
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April 14, 2023
Contest : Inklings
Sponsored by : Regina McIntosh
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Racing the oval of tide
Watching the sun and moon collide
Riding on horses in the oval of fate
Saddling on courses in the ring of slate
Horses in breeds of colors and shade
Forces in creeds of odors and glade
Mares and lasses of cold and wintry grounds
Grasses and races on parch, dusty mounds
Sun speaks of myths and bounds of horses' blether
Moon tweaks on blithes and squally weather
Sun and moon are light and dark horses
Scuttling, bustling in many races
Sprinting is a long distance course
Glinting and weltering without remorse
Humans breathe as horses, treading and running with reins
Born to win in the oval... praying, striving with strong veins!
"drifting in the cosmos of eternal peace
my liberated soul flies contended with the euphoria of being." - by Poet
High above the wasteland of my life
hovered the clumps of gloomy cloud,
in their shifting shadow a desert formed within me,
where with God’s blessings I made an oasis.
In its tranquil depth I drowned the dregs of despair,
the rivulets of rapture flowed in my depression,
beguiling breeze braced me with ripples of bliss,
divine moonbeam mesmerized me with heavenly glow.
My squally sky melted in the cauldron of His enormity,
I saw my new dawn create the panorama of piety.
The hues of happiness He spread in my fervent firmament,
where the wings of ecstasy took me on the eternal flight.
The sandstorm of time couldn’t blow away His image,
the mirage for me morphed into His beckoning expression,
I followed with avid devotion to reach the inner oasis,
where my essence was suffused with the euphoria of living.
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February 12, 2023
Theme chosen : Euphoria
Contest : Writing Challenge - E Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
The church bell chimes in charming tone,
but watering the blooming rose plants
the cardinal is late for the evening Mass.
As he runs in haste in the squally wind,
his red Zucchetto takes a flight.
A cardinal then flies in the crimson sky,
in mid-air the Zucchetto wraps it around,
and turns into its red wings,
fluttering with blazing avian rhythm
in the floating fragrance of red rose.
The cardinal is allured by the red beauty,
flushed by the film of fiery patina,
harmonized with its own color.
In trance of love it swirls around the rose,
the tender petals fall scattered on the ground.
The spinning dance of the stimulated bird
inadvertently razes the frail flower,
that blossomed specially for the Lord,
but its cardinal sin is condoned,
for the cardinal is blind in love with the rose.
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January 14, 2023
Contest : The Cardinal And The Rose
Sponsored by : Craig Cornish
Cletus O'Toole spent some time in Reno
Where he lost his shirt playin' at keno
This caused a great deal of strife
With his long-sufferin' wife
She raged on like a squally El Nino
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