Within the first slivers of platinum moonlight, fireflies flicker.
Diamond dust from a bygone comet streaks by, piercing electric skies,
whilst a balmy August twilight enwraps an aging porch.
The gleam of a single candelabra casts light upon
harlequin-green ivy that tangles around worn banisters,
while primroses grow through cracks in the weathered stairs.
Creaking tones of oaken rocking chairs serenade hushed crickets.
Silhouettes of frolicking barn owls coruscate,
as the aroma of fresh peach pie floats along, synchronizing with the zephyrs.
Nostalgia-infused memories materialize, then vaporize like morning dew.
Your resounding laughter gets swept away,
like a swift current pulling transient sands of time with it.
Ephemeral remembrances are all I have of you now—
momentary glimpses through the Wheel of Time's mirror,
for it’s just the summer breeze rocking your vacant chair to and fro.
as the rosemary rain
soaks
pensive petals,
leaving an aroma
of lovers’ betrayal
the succulent scent
of
his
petrichor skin
caresses the midnight
crevices of this
meticulous mind,
urging my soul to purge
tears and ink
long mimicked
by April’s sunlit rays
synchronizing
a symphony of robins
a rhapsody
of wild blooms
a chorus of dragonflies
a sprinkle
of swirling sakura
painting a panorama
of spring meadows
dancing to
the diamond glows
of stellar streaks...
and without the moon
I am an echo
of rhymeless clichés,
an abandoned prose
breathing amidst
porcelain pages
of mourning metaphors
aching to savor
confessions
of clemency....
for heart feels numb
to the
b u r n
of being forgotten
as storms taste
softer than sunrise~
and in
s i l e n c e,
I rise....
Where fleecy clouds, on rosy-quilt meandered,
Motifs amethystine wowed tangerine horizon
Embroidering on magenta arc, designs crimson,
Beckoned by blushed-musings of marigold sun
Spraying amber gold, on burnt-yellow attire,
Scattering breaths sapphire, on periwinkle fire;
As tunes chrysanthemum, sung of eve’s desire,
Choreographing themes of dreams romantic,
In symphony of colors shimmering on ripples
Sprinkling twilight on tapestries of blue ocean
Painting azure fabric, in aureate brushstrokes,
Quivering our essence, embraced in passion.
This is where we were, when first-time eyes met,
When sight of love fueled embers of romance
And smitten hearts spoke through lovesome glance,
Admiring from bridge, sun’s glorious farewell;
Where we stand today, as heart-rhythms resonate,
Synchronizing with love, and melodies of sunset.
Line 2: Tangerine sunsets composing chrysanthemum hymns
The Mary Rose, Andrea Doria, Estonia,
MV Doña Paz, RMS Titanic, and the Endurance
Wasn't, in techno craftsmanship, each a utopia?
Wasn't, yet, the cause of their wreck been soft luxe sentiments?
Could they, in cores, cope with collisions with the ice rocks?
Was immersion hypothermia humanly handled?
In times of perpetual physical and psychic blocks
Wasn't the divine enlightenment and wisdom trampled?
As though hunted and haunted whales, the ship's skeletons swayed.
Spirits of the dead, with the synchronizing sea waves, dance
Neither the lighthouses nor the stars could show them the way.
Doesn't, yet, the strife of each life, before God, get a chance?
In games of gain and loss, did they gain and lose by themselves?
Are the shelves of the ships that are wrecked mere shelves of elves' delves?
As I lie neath an early summertide planets-aligning
eve of a celebration,
silver shooting star's sparkle above the endless
bridge of the cosmos-
a bridge where those who have passed from
earth before us stride.
Some of them children who run and shout in
astral play,
young and older couples with snowy crowns,
people of all races, all ages,
in reuniting bliss with loved ones.
Friends from their past,
and pets with eyes of welcome.
Thousands of angels as bright as many
Milky Ways on gold-gleamed chariots aflame
with newly parted souls,
escorting them to the entrance of the
starry-blessed bridge to begin their heavenly
journey walks.
I dreamt in God's colors in rainbows arcing
in glorious spectrums,
synchronizing with music of hereafter
coursing in my elder veins,
delighting my psyche.
And I recall in deepest sleep,
memories of the goodness of many
strangers,
so pure and unbenighted. ~
Beyond boundaries, beyond humdrum of human race,
Beyond provinces mundane, among mysteries of space,
There is a realm of thriving wonderment, an idyllic place,
A place of peace and goodwill, hosting heavenly grace,
Where pavements glittering gold beautify every street
Surrounding ornate, walled, mega-mansions of elite,
Where people garbed in fabled attire gather and greet
Grooving to exotic melodies, extolling tempo upbeat,
Echoing sounds of mirth celebrating Shangri-La aglow
Reveling on prairies and streams, glinting angelic glow,
On pristine banks of paradise where rivers of elixir flow
Blossoming beauty of Eden, gardens utopian bestow.
There we meet, relishing dreams, musing in our fairy-tale,
Beyond drudgery, beyond worries, beyond mortal pain,
Lauding courtesies of nirvana fantasies mythical unveil
Elated in enchantment of exhilarating, paradisal domain,
Ecstatic of your fervid stance, inviting fervor of romance,
Caressing embrace of love holding me close to your heart
Proffering gestures esoteric in seductive tease of glance
Synchronizing beats-melodic, passions euphoric impart.
When I look into your eyes,
a river flows through me
The connection I feel with you,
In English or in Spanish,
there are no words to describe
Even though we're both far away,
you make every day a better day
Your voice,
resonates in my mind
My heart,
synchronizing in tune
to the rhythm of love.
~~ I wrote this for a guy I have been dating recently. (I'm 28, he's 30). Please be honest, would a 30-year old man enjoy this poem or is it too boring/basic, etc?
When I was a child
a mere simulation of an adult reconciled,
in the body of a seven-year-old adventurer -
I'd be a scientist, explorer or a writer succumbed to indenture,
as the storyteller, poet of what may lay ahead synchronizing,
visionary hero of the future uncompromising
out of the histories of some reformulated past stabilizing;
guided by grandmother's heart and care
taking in everything with no thought spared,
caught between the dream and its lesson wellspring
and all the heartaches and happiness it may bring
living, loving, measuring everything;
and here I am today, aged and grown
caught by the ebb and tidal edges sown
of where I was to go within its undertow.
I am the legendary me completed and formed
in a legacy that is created by life storms
satisfied and eased and at last at rest
knowing well - who I am today
can be assured -
I did my very best.
FATHERS DAY
Father, My Dearest Father
All along I received you so close to my heart:
To adore, to honor and to love.
Happy moments shared with you are treasures of my life.
Emotive urge surges as I feel you in my soul.
Reminiscences of your love and care are great assets of mine.
Song of your affection resonates synchronizing my heart beats
Deep dolor engulfs me as I think, you had passed away.
Advices imposed and Morals taught by you, I pursue in each step.
You are my Idol, Philosopher and Guide.
05/13/21
First Place
'All Yours (June 4 ) Contest by Brian Strand
Spoon me baby, she said from over her shoulder..,
so I moved in real close, preparing to take hold of her
the feel of her body, the contour of her lower spine
my torso synchronizing with hers and hers with mind
A perfect fit! Like a hand in glove, like water in a glass
from the arch of her feet up to her curvaceous.., ‘hips’
from the nape of her neck, down to the small of her back
I spoon my lady as we lay in the sack
weary from the passionate love that we make
spooning, she says is the icing on the cake
and so I spoon my lady adding hugs and caresses,
tender butterfly kisses that reaffirm and confesses
my love for this woman who is once, twice, three times
a lady, who causes my desire to burn and my loins to smolder
her command is my wish!! Spoon me baby, she said
from over her shoulder.., so I moved in reeeeal close..,
Life’s Mysteries :?
Lively grinning moments -crafted coincidence
Insert themselves into stark reality
Formed from God appointments - incident precedence
Ever lifts opaque dullness of banality,
Synchronizing heartbeats get the memo
Mirrored thoughts join images through misted channels -
Yearning spoken in tones of pianissimo -
Suddenly a-ha’s arrive - pure love impaneled
Telepathic themes -wonder like new pennies found
Ever flow from heaven's heart collaboration
Reveal eternal revelry -delight abounding
In discovery- happy accidents creation
Explanations for the amazing unexplained
Spinning world understanding lost on logic’s plains. :?
Contest: Life's Mysteries
Sponsor: John Hamilton
12-6-20
,
Hidden Treasures.
.
Attuned to the universes eternal frequency
Within deep mediation
Radiating and resonating
Pure alpha waves
In quiet contemplation
Losing myself in the stillness of silence
And the moment
On a journey void and unaware of time and space
Without distraction and a destination
Letting go of thought will and comprehension
Removing all mind clutter
And all tension
Synchronizing both cerebral hemispheres
Riding the waves of untold profound pleasure
Inner peace and splice to find and heal myself
To find hidden treasure is my endeavour.
.
‘’Everything that is, resonates on a certain frequency, our brains, love, music and creation. Tuning in to these frequencies
Can enrich our lives, heal. Become more creative,
and grow as a person’’.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
Bliss
under
the roof of
the scarlet sky;
a couple enjoy the evening zephyr,
watching synchronizing flock of starlings.
A stunning view!
They kiss now
and then;
sweet.
Double Tetractys 4 Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Date written: 10/08/2020
The blue waters of the North Atlantic,
deceptively calm, are shrouded in mystery
in the deadly Bermuda triangle,
delineated by many as a paranormal swathe,
where series of unexpected events, unexplained,
made many aircraft and ships to strangely disappear.
Despite the belief of manufactured mystery,
the Devil’s triangle attracted many elucidations…
the influence of the lost continent of Atlantis,
the magnetism of submerged Bimini Road formation,
the Gulf stream upwelling the marine gas hydrates,
but as yet no consensus has emerged.
The plausible explanation may well be the linked causal trinity,
synchronizing to define the enigmatic triangle.
October 2, 2020
Contest : The Unexplained
Sponsor : Carolyn Devonshire
Images of thoughts painting the story by chance,
flowing, holding and listening to the scribbled dance.
When the rhythm creates the next sense,
and liberates the choreographic reference.
The gentle hand in composing flow,
waves and whirls beating the airy shore.
Trusting empathy catching the needed reaction,
unfolding timing and harmonious sensation
Pas de deux in gliding motion,
senses in proportion.
Dos a dos synchronizing,
dept of harmony realizing.
Pirouette taken to the precise of glory,
suggestions reaching the point of story.
The crafted verse in imaginary dance, propitious ways,
the music in spheres of words to embrace.
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