Unrolling red carpet
In swoop of precipice
The euphoric circuit
Underline emphasis
Fame gets the life and wife
Glittering…beautiful
Soon come the cracks and strife
Stardom delusional
We see the performance
Our hearts lit up like stars
Those twinklers like lightning
A storm raging with scars
Behind scenes frightening
Her song pumping iron
With fate’s path steamrolling
Tires over gravel her turn
Praise steepness controlling
Cameras follow her
Every move zigzag
Her former life a blur
A soul caught on a snag
We see the performance
Our hearts lit up like stars
Those twinklers like lightning
A storm raging with scars
Behind scenes frightening
The evening burning sky sent warm invitation to the wind
The soft wind whispered to the blue sleeping ocean
"Come, let's get stirred up, bring home mighty storm,"
The ocean woke up full of excitement of boredom day
Softly they held hands into a dance to the whistling wind
And their dance softly lingered wild
The stellar sea eagle flew full of dread
As the blue ocean cheats
They both danced majestically
They washed the ocean clean
And washed the fishermen away
They almost touched the twinklers
The stars looked down in maze
The moon forgot to sleep when the sun rose
And the sun softened the dance
And the wild wind run away
And now the sleeping blue ocean rests again
And every business alife with cheer
I am just a part of this earthly star
wandering beneath its mystic alchemy…
but there are billions, billions of twinklers
knighting cosmic galaxies aside from Milky Way:
And curiosity lingers within...are we human souls
the only residents in this multiverse?
Or do other astral beings criss-cross
amidst this vast territory gracing all worlds
then to dwell on our tiny sphere pulsing through air
and clay’s fire? How my naiveté will always
probe a mystery far beyond the grasp
of quantum theories where I have journeyed
into nights seeking unknown horizons
this mind cannot accurately fathom.
Every blazed nebula I outline seem to affirm
the presence of outer life-forms, guarding
maybe invading our pathways… still, my
essence belongs to earth- star, my folk-mother,
overseeing this finite voyage through
an appointed odyssey , not among space-like orders
like myself in a way...but with a king of all gods.
Contest of Anthony Slausen, Ancient Aliens
1/29/2018
Pastiche of divine bliss,
The fluted sister of evening,
sits on her bridal bed
With troupe of twinklers,
Cheeks aurora Borealis.
Night, my sweet love
Kiss this noctivagant;
Wandering bereft of dreams,
Drop like Indian bangles
Before me, reminiscence
Of black flakes,from fire
Burning in the cave of day,
In the month of May.
When sun singes the sequined earth
Seeds are sown, for your birth,
The lady of the deep, you rise from the sea
A kenning of the mother-to-be
Crawling, moving, swimming,
In me.
Vapors over the wafting moon
Catwalk for sleepless birds,
Heavenly night, a howling wonder
Trickling in.
A day to begin.
10th December, 2017
Twinklers glint, shining above clouds
with a relay of dots in softest gold,
the sky transforming in a blink
to illuminate a shimmer in the air.
I wonder at your angled radiance
while frozen on the spot... my eyes awaken
and up there, a parade of twirling sparklers
like miniature bulb lights, combust.
The hues change from silver to red
a flicker splattering heaven's canopy,
that lovers gaze to breathe in the dew
of satin webs so delicate and frail.
Make a wish, your vibrant glare says
my face blushes praying for one dream
that makes me saunter, as in a trance,
drowning in the grandeur of your bliss.
May 2018 Premiere Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed
In liquid skyline’s twirl, a slow ballet
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.
The meadow gleaming near as winds invite
An April centerstage that glides away
eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed.
And high above the robins wheel their plight
Where garland of stars drips as if to play
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.
Drunk, hungry this breath, so far the height
where scent of dreams, bursts forth in warm display
eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed
Small twinklers crown my head to wrap and slay
each heaving sigh embroidering this day,
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.
As wishful thoughts catch stardust of the night
the firmanent climbs inside earthen clay.
Eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.
Villanelles and Terzanelles Only
Shadow Hamilton's Contest
7/27/2013
Puny me,
Bandar like,
Stood there,
Shaking,
And gazing,
The night sky,
Neck ached,
With the effort,
As I saw a sky,
That was neat and clear,
Bejeweled,
With cool a breeze,
In atmosphere,
I looked beyond,
At the spectacle,
At the twinklers,
Near and far,
How bountiful,
Was the creator?
He had given me this night,
With astonishing ornaments,
They were worlds,
Far bigger than ours,
We have only scratched,
Knowledge of them,
When we would,
Use them full,
For it is said,
That the creator,
Had created,
Everything with a purpose,
What was the purpose,
Of these worlds,
Not simply ornamental,
Nor that creator,
Proved with them decisively,
That he was above all,
It is in future that,
We would know more,
And read into their meaning,
As of today,
They simply do atmosphere screening.
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