From her delicate wings a fine powder exudes and lands on the ground
by the light of the blue harvest moon a touch of Pixie Dust, in nimble magic !
Harmonious weaving, intangible strands of music coming from the sphere
sweet and beautiful arias, melodious twittering from a fairy wing's enfold
Wings not made of nylon, cellophane nor iridescent tulle but made of silk
like spider's webs tough and resilient from the Master Spinners pedipalps
Appendage wings made from embryonic liquid from ejected Neutron Stars
like butterflies they flit and fly through air currents, landing on little twigs;
Fairy dust of old as ancient as the parallels from this world to the next
dare say I, ... if ever you have been subjected to their fairy dust appeal
then flying limbs you shall receive and like it or not you will fly away
inside a land of pure magic where every thought is like a sweet reveal
From her delicate hand a sweep of the wand resting easy on your shoulder,
one single dose is feathered on you and suddenly, you are able to hold her !
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Hold the Applause
Hold the applause
As the last note holds it’s breath
Before the keynote
Exhales
Before the melody
Takes a solitary journey
Into a taciturn hush.
Nascent
Waits
Like an incognito coda,
A second ending,
Rejecting the downbeat of resolution.
A breathless
Motif
Expands
Into the glorious,
Unfolding
Into fresh synonyms,
Anointed arias,
Unfolding like auroras
In stanzas
Pregnant with commas.
Written: January 28, 2025, for contest
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Maples dance in fugue autumn's breath,
Symphony of mistral whispers,
In rhapsody, crimson embers adorn the sky,
In the musical air, copper leaves dance,
A mirthful, free caramel trill stems from the clay.
Alabaster sky sparkles with magic flares,
Rainbow frescoes flash at times,
Butterfly sylphs mutter arias into floral seas,
Abalones on a velvet tide stir sunlit petals.
Nature's fairy chorus sings slightly,
A frosty canopy awakens chrysalis dreams,
Iridescent hues paint blue skies with magic.
Each hue speaks, from rosy dawn to auburn sunset,
evoking fall-fading charm and whispered secrets.
Alabaster dreams soar as frost kisses farewell,
The chrysalis trio dances to the fading light,
Each leaf and shadow carries rhapsodic sounds,
A nature-painted fresco with hues that merge into twilight.
A distinguished soprano named Dinah
sings arias in North Carolina.
But her favourite thing,
without doubt, is to sing
selections from Handel's Messiah.
With extraordinary vigor and pith
she sings "I Know My Redeemer Liveth".
When she goes to perform
she'll be in fine form
and precisely know how to giveth.
Let me conjure some mystical moonstone melodies
A symphony of sapphire strains and ruby rhapsodies
A harmony of hessonite hymns and pearlescent praises
A litany of lapis lazuli lullabies and limestone lyrics
Amethyst anthems join in chorus with beryl ballads
Carbuncle canticles rise up along with diamond ditties
An emerald euphony of jasper jingles and obsidian operas
A magical mix of turquoise tunes and aquamarine arias
A playlist of peridot poetry and rainbow-garnet rhymes
A musical medley that mesmerizes with its magnificent sparkle
A gleaming, glittering gem of a song
Moonstone melodies that meet a Maestoso finale
All followed the lore, drawn to the cultured door
Arias rushed in score with Puccini lovers galore
All to hail in glore, the cherished Master's store
Then, the ROAR! Gratitude for the first drawer
Cries, for MORE! Then, came her sweet spore
In awe to adore. How could hope seek to ignore?
Welcoming rapport. A shared hope for an ENCORE?
No one need abhor. She said YES to the dance floor
"Today I am a joyous soul for across that bridge I will stroll." ~ poet
seraphs serenade the skies
strains unheard by mortal ears
chilling the darkness with notes
of ethereal richness
solo arias announce
the soulful songs of shadows
crossing the bridge to glory
extolling the most faithful
morning follows the lilting
cadence of aural tenors
singing of godly brilliance
with sweet angelic chorus
home at once, at once at home
soft as silken ribbons of
diaphanous tatted lace
comfortable and soothing
"There is nothing in the desert ... and no man needs nothing." - TE Lawrence
~
providence …
vast-upon-vast ...
Deucalion, gifter of cities, met
do you not now see your charge?
'tis upon the peaks
titanium white -
aching, ancient arias borne by a thrush
find their proper reports
amid canyon vaults
built by the hand, Prometheus
to press and place
columns, grand and gilded of the sun
this, this is where gods weep fury
bound by the faults of
human calamity …
an eye, sapphire streaked
and damp with dour
bounces reach-to-reach on the morn
scraping stars away with
bitter disregard …
despair not, in its dazzled gaze
for the fiery fells are given
god-to-godless, thus
his pleasure is to dance for their sobrieties
and give supplement to
their vain and vapid adoration
sad Prometheus, father
clothed in only pity
clasped to you by blood and
progeny's err …
for the little beasts
who beg of his portions
and their seed -
'tis a weep, barren ...
the ruin of man.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden
Minds in a Fugue
rambling
over my words
never
say what I really
wanna say
stop asking me questions
Pause cause of the reality
cause and effect
or is it truth or dare
really could you
care
tell me you care
Disreguarded my feelings
to settle down
Love you
don't that sound strange
somethings rearranged
somethings rearranged
Figured you say
hand you what
adaptation
adaptation
adaptation
Don't embarass me in public
don't act like you forgot my name
ah kiss aint to much
to ask for
ah kiss aint to much
to ask for
Smoochie: Smoochi
I need some more
don't leave me like this
smile were together
Don't ihnore my feelings
to prove something that aint worth fussin ovr
I know you love me
I'm still your man
Figured you say
hand me what
adaptation
adaptation
adaptation
I wouldn't be alone if you were here
get here
get here
Your companionship aint that nad
get here
get here
The red rose declines
as sunsets fade in time
The distance spreads before me
On a twilight summer eve.
Days of the sweetest bliss
Symphonies of a kiss
Still lingers in my soul
I never had a love like that before.
It was like emerald skies
With silvers moons
The mystery of the quiet still
And soft melodic tunes.
Shards of glass scattered
Across the beautiful expanse
Her love master, romance
Moments that truly mattered.
Flaming sun chariots
Falls in her eyes
Cast the dye
Sweet child of Arias.
Visions of slanted monsoons
and the scent of her perfume
blowing on an aromatic breeze
across blue jeweled streams.
Still, the red rose declines
cruel the fate of time
and love is fleeting
stealing one last evening.
My dream girl's not a doll, no Kewpie cutie,
Or an heiress, or an actress on the screen.
She's neither nun nor acrobat,
Nor wears fine feathers in her hat,
No frump for Trump Republican,
No beauty queen.
She's not a princess trapped inside an ivory palace
Awaiting rescue by a valiant knight like me.
She doesn't dazzle like aurora borealis,
Or sing arias from "Carmen" like Ms. Callas,
Or practice taekwondo,
Or even know tai chi.
But the girl I dream about has joy and laughter,
And her heart's as full of love as it can be.
When my spirit's low, she lifts it to the rafter,
And I know we'll have a happily ever after
Every time I dream of her
And she of me.
To Live and Breathe Creating
…for some time
again
to rapidly wing
into joy
creating
with words as heartbeats
and lines
each sketched for breath
as these pens with their inks
draw in a song of solace
from creating
with its humbling thrill
given stroke by stroke
to designs discovering
thought arias
poetic murals
lit in symphonic chiaroscuro
for embroidered souls
flying the stunning winds
into Beauty…
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(c) art & poem sally young Eslinger
11/16/2023- 6/3/2024
Glory to God!
Quote by: Melancholy Of Innocence
LOVE is the spark within the speck illuminated & suspended in a sunbeam.
A ray of sunbeam falls across her face as she plays piano
a warm sunlight caresses the keys and brings to life
memories of love that bloom like noon day sun
Suspended in time like a soft sonata lingering on the mind
sensual, sexy, like a silk chemise wafting in the wind
yesterday's story sits unsung, arias captured OH! my heart
Here in her forever she sings softly to no one in particular
habile as the sentinel that perches and then soars
the illumined face of an Angel, a speck a spark of LOVE
that no amount of silence can clothe....
Whimsy flowers
On the edge of sleep
Mirage-like echoes
Singing off key
Arias
Challenge
The closing curtain
Whispers
Hidden
In the dusk
Of dreams
Dance
In the vapory mist
Of sleep’s
Oasis.
Upon my pillow leave a gentle kiss of hope
along with shallow breaths of love and truth
while the flotsam arias of your fragrant soap
linger softly on the tendrils of my youth.
Attire me in summer dress and sandelettes
and as a gentle sun soft-sets my shoulderettes
lead me to that place where all my dreams insist
on cradling a sun that never ceases to exist.
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