The parklane at dusk
can be quite enticing when trails
of streetlamps begin to set ;
a lustrous hour could bring one
right through glimmers of pearled orbs--
every leaf roller-coasting with winds
as orioles join the soft rhythm
swiveling on a lattice of tranquility:
And stillness heaves like zen- flare
iridescent lights lulling the breeze ...
a dazzle , a quiver on painted grass
quieting night's breaths without unease:
This park...life's harbinger of calm,
adorns flowers curling on kneaded arms
till sun-moon greets duskfall
with an intent wish-- dear one--
a balm for surrender ...and tranquil hours
Few years ago, I drifted on a wetland
swiveling through the pewter
of evening as contours of statelv herons
unfolded...velvety the feathers white,
and ablaze by clear Asian ripples of before.
Yet, from a visit today, my eyes
follow them along weeds...
their poses now limp from a gray night
through rows of frail blooms, fumbling
along a marsh looking old;
their feet throttling in slow sink of motion
against those once radiant plumes:
In quiet reflection, I imagine
these birds' pliqht amidst
nature's environ , steeped in frail
passages of late life stages unattended:
How I weep for these herons' destination
beyond soiled grasses
as I wrap my fingers in prayer,
relishing this instance where
I gaze at an avian delight,
slowly yet wondrously aging through my eyes.
In bejeweled jade landscape
the topaz terrain rolls relentless
on wondrous waves,
undulating with
the sculpted panorama
of pristine cadence,
entrenches in earthen frame
the sprawling shape
of a serene lake,
sublimely sparkling,
the sapphire shining face
looking up
toward the cerulean sky,
entranced.
The southern zephyr
whispers enticing melody
to the rhapsodic ripples
intensely passionate,
spread in seraphic span
of self-suffusing rhythm,
slide on slithering shadows
of the dancing trees,
lining the contorted contours
of the splashing shore,
adorned.
Malachite lotus leaves
float flamboyant
with pulsating fervor,
the ruby flush of full bloom
makes the collage
of fiery fresco
with fanning feathers
of flaming flamingos,
their ballerina legs wading
the emerald waters
in avian grace,
supple napes swiveling
in charismatic concerto
of aquatic ballet,
surreal.
In the hypnotic gleam
of the setting sun
I watch the lacustrine opera,
captivating.
overload of information
this brain retains
so much I’ve forgotten
the bleepers and bloopers
the Southern charm
with the likes of
well
bless
your
heart
watch out for the pretty gowns
sweeping, swiveling, smiling
Rhett Butler knows!
Deprived of your love,
I become a mere wind blowing
In a whirlpooling storm
Deprived of your love
I am a fallen leaf in an orchard
Crushed under the feet of those
Who come to pluck juicy fruits
Being in such a state
Remains the fear tattooed upon my fate
For without your tender eyes
And your warm smile
Life's meaning is a mere echo sent out
In a black hole
Swiveling without meaning
In the deep and dark universe
Life and its temporariness is just illusion
Yet, fragranced with the flowers of your love
My roots stand firm
While deprived of same,
I find no shore to look forward to
Whilst rowing my raft!
In bejeweled jade landscape
the topaz terrain rolls
as wondrous waves,
undulates with
sculpted panorama
of captivating cadence,
entrenches in earthen frame
the sprawling shape
of a placid lake,
sublimely sparkling,
the shining sapphire face
looking up entranced
toward the cerulean sky,
spread serene on
boundless blankness.
The southern zephyr
whispers enticing melody
to the rhapsodic ripples,
rolling aquatic rhythm,
intensely passionate,
stretching in seraphic span
of self-centric array,
sliding on slithering shadows
of the dancing trees,
lining the contorted contours
of the splashing shore,
emerald adorned.
Malachite lotus leaves
float flamboyant
with pulsating fervor,
the ruby flush
of full bloom
makes the collage
of fiery fresco
with fanning feathers
of flaming flamingos,
their ballerina legs wading
the lazuline waters
in avian grace,
supple napes swiveling
in charismatic concerto
of aquatic ballet,
rapturous recital
performed unruffled
in hypnotic gleam
of the setting sun,
chromatic spectrum
composes the sonata
for lacustrine opera.
A dauntless dachshund was my darling dog.
He was charmed to chase the cavorting frog.
He always ran and romped with great agility ,
For sniffing and smelling mice, he had a special ability.
He was rock black in shade and was very bold.
He stayed loyal and lively and never grew old.
His swaddling gait and swiveling move,
Brought much joy. From life, all boredom he did remove.
Safeguarded and shielded our home with a surveilling eye.
Lazily loitered with us under the lulling evening sky.
His sparkling starry eyes shone with joyful delight.
He sought snuggles and cuddles as if they were his right.
Sad, one day, our darling dachshund for ever departed.
Dropping his doggy duties, from us, he silently parted.
The memory of the magical moments he gave, merrily stays.
A faithful friend who gave us funny and festive days!
In bejeweled jade landscape
the topaz terrain rolls
on wondrous waves,
undulating with
the sculpted panorama
of pristine cadence,
entrenches in earthen frame
the sprawling shape
of a serene lake
sublimely sparkling,
the sapphire shining face
looks up
toward the cerulean sky,
entranced.
The southern zephyr
whispers enticing melody
to the rhapsodic ripples
intensely passionate,
spread in seraphic span
of self-centric rhythm,
slide on slithering shadows
of the dancing trees,
lining the contorted contours
of the splashing shore,
adorned.
Malachite lotus leaves
float flamboyant
with pulsating fervor,
the ruby flush of full bloom
makes the collage
of fiery fresco
with fanning feathers
of flaming flamingos,
their ballerina legs wading
the emerald waters
in avian grace,
supple napes swiveling
in charismatic concerto
of aquatic ballet,
surreal.
In the hypnotic gleam
of the setting sun
I watch the lacustrine opera.
Glass illusions forestry of butterflies in flight
swiveling and turning wing, aiming for sun
hovering over lulling waters of purple hues
Breathing like flowers, frilling up the air
inside a cornucopia world of rich and bright
Birds are calling from afar symmetrical chirps
of grandeur, across the wide expanse
nocturnal illumination of the heart and soul
Varathane music sonatas, flute escapades
within a dormant brook, nature's usurp
Fairies, trellises, and magic twigs interlinked
inside the Foloi forest, the mighty oak respires
aside centaurs and dryads, of their time
an emerald green, bottled by nature herself
all is transformed here, even the sky is pinked
Altered, Remodeled, Reworked, Transformed,
by my sweet, poetic imagination...
"Follow Me "
What can I say but hats off to you
The top of mine to the tip of my shoe
A tap of a cane with twist of a wrist
On a roll as you stroll to top of the list
A nod of the brim and knot of your tie
Adjusted in coy with shadowed right eye
Toe pointed down to rap on the ground
Clickety clack and tappety sound
A twirl followed swirl tweak of a curl
Harmonies afloat resounding in plural
Red velvet swung away in a swoosh
Whisk onto stage in a whistle and whoosh
Toe tapping cane cracking swiveling moves
Cap tipping feet flipping clapping approves
Set the stage with your ways and away we go
Flaunting this jaunty cascade of a show
Imploring a roaring of standing to say
Hats off to you and enjoy the bouquet
You can hear the echo of their laughter ringing through the halls of bliss
voices rippled soft as feathers, swiveling down on earth like this!
Airborne landings, joyful tickles, oh how innocent they are
in the cradle of God's Kingdom, always landing like a star.
Feel the rush of wind on your heart without rescind ,
as they flutter here and there doing as they please.
They are often slow to anger, jovial and complete,
and if you ever are in danger they can take a giant leap.
Sometimes, a wayward feather drops by unexpected time
perhaps it is your Angel saying, " its your time to shine !"
Sometimes, you can hear them giggle from Elysian fields of blue
where there are no storms or downpours, only heroes of the sun.
Sometimes, you can see their antics if your eyes are rinsed and pure,
you can be their brave crusader using laughter as the cure.
Voices rippled soft as feathers swiveling down on earth like this,
sometimes softer than a feather, arriving like a kiss.
Dance your soul into a candlelight moment where the flame is bright
waltz to the music of your heart inside the center of this golden room.
Swiveling confetti floating down upon your shimmering astral self,
enjoy these heavenly notes of love, for they are coming from above...
A Candlelight moment on the heart, is what it is, my dear soulful one
step by step you are invited in, to join the Universal energetic sphere
Bound onto heaven's palatial perfect place, of happiness and joy
swivel into orbit and meet the stars, the moon and planets too
Turn away from worries of this world and enter the jovial freedom
of soaring way above yourself, into a place of solitude and contentment.
Join the magic of the sky and swing onto a branch of heaven's garden
live in the moment of breath and take each one slowly each intake counts
when you are meditating.
Open your heart and enter the cradle of your peaceful place
thanks the God's and Goddesses of heaven, for all that they bring
in this great moment of peace, its a candlelight moment on the heart.
flurry of snowflakes,
waltz down in swiveling steps~
sun saw their last dance
Dec.29.2022
Ice, Snow or Frost Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Tania Kitchin
Syllables-5,7,5 HMS
Secure within the mother’s womb.
Sheltered from all storms of life
Swimming,
Swiveling,
and
Sustained.
The countdown begun-
A wide world awaiting,
Eager faces looking,
Windows opening,
To
Colour,
Scent,
Sound,
Taste and Touch.
But,
Expectations shattered,
Exasperation heightened,
Execution begun,
Excruciation settled,
and
Expulsion confirmed!
Chopped to pieces,
Down to trash.
‘The most unkindest cut of all’!
Betrayal!
Horrid Betrayal!
Through aeons,
History repeats.
‘Am I my brother’s keeper’?
The Son of Man –
sold out,
with a kiss.
Et tu, Brute!
----------------------------
Placed Third
April.12.2022
U Choose Poetry Contest
Theme- Abuse of the Unborn
Sponsor- Anthony Biaanco
In the frosty boudoir of the winter
The fireplace's blaze seems dancing.
Legs and arms move hastily to hinder.
Hands and shoulders are swiveling.
As if there was a lovely lady dancer.
Written: February 05, 2022
Bite Size Poem #35 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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