Lift me, high and with passion,
to the crimsoned, brightness boughs.
Reflecting the color of the chamber song
of my faithful heart.
This intimate, summertime moment exists
for us only now!
On this summer day, we simmer as the summer
heat, breathlessly, and never part.
4/22/2024
Was it in a dream when I first saw her,
Or was it in the crowded street afar,
Or was it on the beach by the setting sun,
That she, my heart had won?
All I saw then was a pair of eyes
Beautifully set on a wan face
As twinkling stars in the night sky
Or gems on the moon’s diadem high
They seemed to converse without end
In a lingua of love with passions blend
It was a captivating moment divine
I thought the whole world was mine
Those eyes had turned me blind
That all other pursuits I left behind
As her eyelids quickly fluttered
Within me rosy dreams cluttered
Hopes colorful crimsoned my sky
On featherless wings I flew high
In my thoughts for long I chased her
Though chance was nil of possessing her
Yet I hoped one day she would abruptly spring
And merry ditties we would together sing
Flowers blossomed and wilted
Snowflakes hardened and melted
Time made its hasty run
Spring, summer, autumn and winter in turn
Still I wait, looking in vain
Never allowing my hopes to wane
Devilment devastates devoted devotees,
But devout devotees devour deities.
October.20.2022
Captivation Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Julia Ward
When I look at the charred plasma
of a bare knuckled wind
I forget the ardor of yellow.
Then I recall the smeared tones
of skunk cabbage
rising through haze and mizzle,
or how in the Far East
the river at sunset
transforms a blistered heat
into the stippled gold of temple lamps.
After the grey scuttle of urban hours
there’s a yellowed drizzle
of twilight in any city
when a chill brume of evaporation
hangs gleaming and electric.
I see the mottled leaf of autumn
how gold seeps through
its flamboyant carnage.
Far away from the ruby panic
of fledgling mouths
or the crimsoned wounds of orchids,
I seek a tint, a gloaming yellow essence,
a sun-flowering at the of day.
When I look at the charred plasma
of a bare knuckled wind
I forget yellow
I forget the smeared tone
of skunk cabbage
rising through fog and mulch
or how in Chiang Mai
the river at sunset
transforms a blistered heat
into the stippled gold of temple lamps
After the grey scuttle of urban hours
there is a yellowed drizzle
of twilight in any city
when a chill haze of evaporation
hangs gleaming and electric
I see the mottled leaf of autumn
how gold seeps through
its flamboyant carnage
away from the ruby panic
of fledgling mouths
or the crimsoned wounds of flowers
I seek a tint
an irreducible essence
a yellow, not oxidize like blood
in the light of day
A flame of scarlet crept in a swift diagonal across my cheeks,
Then a gentle sarcasm ruffled my anger,
They felt a melancholy monotone beat of my heart;
The world!
This time, not a mere figment of a poet's fancy.
This is not a swaggering air of braggadocio,
Nor an atmosphere thick with flattery, ballyhoo and toadyism,
Because I’m beaming with pleasurable anticipation,
And can’t dally in maudlin regret over the past.
Having evanescent shades of feeling,
And flushed with a suffusion that crimsoned my being,
I paused, stunned and comprehending,
Because I’ve perceived the iron hand within the velvet glove,
And felt the ironic rebound of my words in poetry.
Having sacrificed the vulgar prizes of life,
I’m done sitting on thorns,
My hurrying thoughts are clamoring for utterances,
Because I’m immured in a travail round of duty,
The duty of living and dying with the ink and pen.
Without half-hissed complaint he trudged on
Through many heat-crimsoned sands of fate, Humming sadly uncheering anthems to ease
Countless tripping odds that beset their mate.
Over slowing mounds snow-capped with chill,
He labored on across freezing heights and hill;
Yet not even beyond the homely horizon ahead
Did he espy the rest sought with a biting dread.
Faithful to the ideals in gallant soldiers' creed,
He strove on with unyielding energies and gut;
Equipped with nothing but the reassuring hope
That morn dawn's when all night's terrors shut.
Creepy trails in eerie woods eternize his walks
Into odd lands where spookiest serenity stalks.
Echoing cries devoid of soothing tears well say
Just what awful ills he saw in life's testing way.
Long trek on lone paths with gloom overcast,
Carries on oblivious of all grisly oddities past.
There she is crimsoned
bright-faced, smiling lips
beckoning me to hurry
shyly I watch it from near
piercing my innocent soul
with sharp unforgiving looks
violently looting my desires
Petals open and receptive
rosy and perfumed aroma
attack my nostrils fiercely
stigma swollen with ovules
eagerly wait for lost heart
it lies waiting impatiently
that both hearts may meet
and harass each other
in chaotic romance
The sea’s silver ripples gently undulate
to call upon the coast and tease my feet.
I am but a child. A threat, not a sign;
they let me play in the breeze and brine.
Waves in wild gyration join my summer dance,
to flash and crash upon the rocks and sand;
on to the sea, they buck then rush back to shore.
Bruised, I grope... fall...try to rise once more.
Ocean tides, crimsoned by the alpenglow,
toss garbage and sacks of religious debris.
The atheists, thieves and the devotees, watch
the spit of the evil one stick back to his own lips.
Hourglass sands are mostly unnoticed gray,
and when the tempest comes wailing, thrashing
from the sea, how disappointed it must be.
I, the child, the lost, am safe and anchored...shored!
Inspired by Craig's Seashore Theme - Not for Contest
06 February 2016
Jan Allison's - Fun Pyramid Cruise
Rolling shores of sugar form on crimsoned lands
Tan children run through cinnamon granules between their toes
Crunchy warm, doing soccer flips, glowing orange with the sun
Cascading sugar crystals wave good-byes
The yellow waves, light on honey oceans rise
Jan Allison's new Pyramid Cruise Lines launches
The flag ship, Gold Pyramid, to everyone’s delight
On honey sun and honey moon it sails
Glitters on golden Pyramid and sea
It lifts into the sky, one hundred floors high
Each deck with fewer cabins to form a shape
The ship is the first of its kind
Built in the perfect image of a pyramid with diamond top
To the top which rises to a clear crystalline ball room
Jan dances their at night
A dozen roses on center table in her room
Three white ones, 2 bright red and purple
And let’s not forget the brilliant yellow roses
Sent by every friend, from them to her
With warm wishes for a wondrous maiden voyage
A short poetry of Parascending by Mrs.Madhavi
Aviated parachute
Parachute parachute you flying so high.
Like an eagle you swing in the sky.
Flourishingly Waving in an air.
Your skill astonished me, Take me away !
A play of lustrous rainbow colour.
Cascaded by a Blushing rain.
Sensing the rhythm, flower‘s crimsoned.
Making me feel excited, Take me away !
Inspiring me as you without wings swiftly aviate.
Fortunately you have a flying glance at this amazed beauty of the earth.
Give me one chance some another day.
Move me away, Take me away !
People will greet me, when myself Joe will be lime lighting in the sky.
Viewing the artistic magnifying creativity, beautified by arduous earthborn
mortalizing persona‘s.
my itchy feet, move me away, Take me away !
screaking high, conveying regards to almighty and pray for celestial peace.
Ohhh my spice jet please take me high.
For the god‘s sake make me fly.
Take me away or else I will die !
By,
Madhavi
Another night of shelling another night in hell
To lie in stench filled trenches watching bodies swell
Seeing the grimace of death engraved on ones so young
From Utopia they were born, now I'm in among
I can't think how ludicrous it is to await the next
Seeing futures disappear, oh! how it leaves me vexed
Trenches, bolt holes and craters, filling with rotting flesh
Barbed wire like human snares, now a crimsoned mesh
My eyes in tears now close as I hear the dying cry
Whilst a solitary shot sounds out, invisible through the sky
This silent assassin awaits their unsuspecting foe
For through a lapse in theatre, another life will slow
The evening I dreaded is upon us, this is no fireworks display
It's another sign of man, and their self destruction play
Many hours ahead now await in this shell shattered surround
How many of us will still be standing, or swallowed by the ground
The above is all I can remember from those days from a war torn past
I'm so fortunate to recall so little, whilst many colleagues cast
I've lived a life of years, so many more than them
What or who decided to chose from these heroic fighting men
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-8.php
In demonic stare she sighs and writhes
Alluring like honey to take their lives
Attraction so dark, even crows never caw
This Gothic she, beyond the lights law
With out stretched arms invited they be
From the darkest light they come through the trees
The flutter of silk wings in crimsoned red
She pouts her face no fear she dreads
Her followers in accomplish, in taste of blood
Returning to she, now in redded flood
Angels of her dark in skeletal trees they stare
Where crows never caw, for they dare not dare
A new dawn now arises, as she quietly lays
Awaiting the return of the full moons display
Once again she'll sigh and writhe, in demonic stare
For she awaits the light, and the innocents share
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-9.php
One single bush, one solitary rose
vivid deep in crimsoned color
deeply intoxicating of its' scent.
Winters grasp has little effect
on this one single rose
for it seems not to want to let go
and surrender itself'
to the bitter stinging cold.
A few petals hold a touch of snow
just enough to give moisture
yet not freeze the roses' delicate bloom.
the fragrance, heightened by the cold
lingers within the rose, buried by its petals
perhaps protected, because of this cold.
This single rose, none-the-less holding strong
seems to me a little sad being all alone.
The event was not a grave side ritual
Yet it bored the mark of great grief,
A lady mounted the stage with a candle that’s punctual;
She punctured the atmosphere with her sobs not brief.
We shall overcome, we shall overcome she sang;
With tears flowing freely from her crimsoned balls.
Free the drugs end needless tears her bells rang,
She craves the key to open the long sealed walls.
An AIDS patient she is, in a quest for survival,
With a candlelight of hope in her dying hands;
She joins the rest of the world … in memorial
Of those we lost to no-orientation, no-drugs’ island.
AIDS is real, zip up with zeal, look before you leap,
What a sincere song from the wells of a widow
Whose husband lost his life to his uncontrolled zip
-AIDS is not the end of life, don’t sleep in sorrow.
Closed eyes she tastes
Petals in death
Crimson red
The roses last breath
Pulled from its stalk
It's link to life
Open pore stem
Destined for strife
Demon of darkness
In crimsoned want
Nightly it hunts
Leaving life gaunt
The world awaits
Morn of the sun
To drive underground
The darkened ones
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/myth-fantasy.php
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