Delectable daze
aligned aesthetic
shimmered swoon
of
bespoke ripples
svelte meander
induced isthmus
vapour vaulting
veracity stoic
conscious cognizant
bard assimilating
aureate archways
seismic
rendered relish
goading effervescent
literary lullaby
interwoven
opportune foramen
tinctured chasm
or otherworld
fractured frisson
bejewelled
template tempter
sonic madrigal
enticing
creative lunge
toward tiered
vanilla visuals
for
ethereal lyric
deft minstrel
of
fermented finesse.
lithe moulder
authorised pen
swimming
enigmatic estuaries
whilst
dance retinue
sunshine swathes
pivotal pirouette
spawning
erudite enjambment
satin weave
gossamer lens
whose
amaranthine fixed
focus eschews
bland doggerel
instead
chatoyant cynosure
replenished quill
lacquers
indigo imbued
bunting’s warble
inducing
hypnotic portrait
surreal verse
delirious
weave web
unravelled
dream denouement
of
epic entablatures
Do you remember how close we used to be?
It was me & you & you & me
You were the fresh air I breathed
You were the touch of sanity & normalcy I need
When it was you & me...
My pen-pal within my unremembered dreams
You were the lenses in my glasses to see
The pep in my step of everyday things
& the trainor that wouldn't clip my wings
You were my summer's heat & my skip-a-heartbeat
The creator of my clay lucky charms
The rationalization in my alarms
The difference in magnetic history
In the computer screen - man of all mystery
The justified conscience on my shoulder
The positivity-promoting moulder
The diamond in a cave of sapphires & gems
The executioner of pointless sins
Your biggest fan & my cheerleader person
Your wisdom I'll continue immersing
You were my basking glory - my happy story
With you a second was never boring
The logical black-hat stacker
& the Holly-hacker
My best friend who always knew
When my day was gonna end up blue
The perfect content for my chapters
My Happily Ever After
Youth’s moulder
Jack-of-all-trades
Adviser
Good actor
Thinker, dancer and writer
Good motivator
February 20, 2022
(3/5/3/3/7/5)
Virtual peace is a tempest
Filter flipped image betrays
Surreal people can tempt us
Validity is a mirrored maze
Fake befriends us flimsily
Roller coaster emotion cued
Midday in minutes celebrity
A million likes acrewed
Instagram's grimy agenda -
Tempting tid bits to imbibe
Sponsor is content moulder
Trends with which to abide
Facile images wrap wanting
In flashy eyesore cellophane
White smile wide so taunting
Sells prettied desires innane
Improved self hovers inticingly
Unscrupulous spruker won't refute
Product spin drips like rotisserie
Placed tastiest low hung fruit
Bamboozled by the beautiful
Venommed vast eyed viewers
Suck insta famous inflated ramble
Screen sheen sugar allures
13th August 2020
Demise of Summer crushed by time
Impatient branches bare themselves
Stilled by awareness of impermanence
Crispy leaf meets mates' disintegration
Decay of softening debris feeds furthering
Intact stem faithfully departs its life source
Slippery black moulder begins project
Culminated rotting holds promise
Discarded friends have served dutifully
Instilled with sturdy knowledge of tenure
Shading resplendant trembling team offers
Cosy habitat for harbouring creatures
Drifting ruin accepts wild's arrival
Imminent Winter hurls vehemence
Shifted season defeats the previous
Compulsed assets begin next task
Autumn drives Spring, broken by slowing
Resplendent hues shake in conversation
Due relinquish brings their descendants
26th July 2020 Free Verse
Written for Contest:
Pick A Title 20 Vol 3
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Moulder Into Dust`
Life is made from memories
One tiny memory at a time
Scattered about like fallen leaves
In the woodlands of one’s mind
Tho’ gathered up and stored away
Put in all their proper places
Some become a bit worn and frayed
Like well used antique laces
The beauty of a leaf was ne’er meant to last
But to moulder into dust
Time’s a thief who preys ‘pon the past
Whose virtues lack that of trust
We make of memories what we desire
We shape them to our pleasure
We bank or feed our memorie’s fire
Then enjoy them at our leisure
And after time...stored in our mind
like leaves ‘neath the snow
memories age like fine red wine
Take root anew...And slowly start to grow
Our memories tend to twist and bend
like leaves upon the tree
Shape shifters at the very end
...Into what we wish them to be...
Locust of green
Swarm of yellow
Procession,
Snakish march along
The snaking path
Obeisance!
Mother,
Dark fertile mother of
Ijesa-isu Land
Giant potter of thousand fingers
Meek moulder of Midas touch
Age-long furnace of golden embers
Behold a citadel
Alas!
They are the dream builders
the life shiner
the destiny polisher
they are the beautiful hands
that adorn our world with courage
they are the angels with pen
physical angels with blessed initiative
give your child a teacher
and you will give him a medal
the inculcator of morals
the moulder destiny
obey them and they would help make your world glitter
Apple pie, fresh from the oven
cools on a rack, whiffs of cinnamon-nutmeg
aroma rise through the pastry vent
then drifts out through
the kitchen window opened an inch or so
mingling with a hint of moulder on the breeze.
The apple peelings still lay on newspapers
on the counter, deep crimsons mottled with yellow, green
mirror fall leaves of brilliant hues.
Is this a coincidence? Perhaps - but perhaps not -
possibly nature intends apples such colours
as a reminder autumn is close at hand.
The pastry, free-formed into an irregular shape,
rustic, like nature. Trees, some now partially stripped
of leaves, expose gnarled limbs twisting and turning
madly off in all directions. Showing its imperfections
yet is beautiful in its own way
silhouetted against an October deep azure sky.
Reminiscences of baking apple pie
snapshots in an album in the mind's eye
retrieving them, recollecting that day will sustain
when December's snowflakes flutter about,
when January's winds wail and
when February's blizzards drift high against the doors
dust.
tiny snow drifts.
come.
fall across these memories.
banish them from my sight.
change their vivid technicolor,
to solemn grey daguerrotype.
let me FORGET.
i can't bear the sight,
so cover them in dead skin cells,
dust mites,
dusty science things.
let them go,
lock them in a silent mausoleum.
some things are better forgotten,
some things best left to the past.
dust covered relics,
left to moulder.
No name appears on my stone
there are no flowers strewn
grasses grows knee high
full of thorny brambles
How did this come to pass
that so soon I am forgotten
no longer in memories am I
no one tends to my grave
Yet but a few short years
have passed since my death
my name once on many lips
now only sighed by the wind
as it passes my resting place
Now, forsaken, forgotten
out of sight and out of mind
nothing now remains of me
just my crumbling bones
moulder away deep in the earth
Earth
Mono syllables are potent
But are best left untouched
They call for a gargantuan grasp.
For this monumental mono
Commonplace,though
With a contemporary spin,
A monologue just wont do.
And without a twin,
Its original ware ,hard and soft ,
Ever a win-win
Holder of holocausts
Moulder of magnificence
Fairly fed on presaging gods
Fielding primordial fate
Flourishing and floundering
Female-male fecundity
Llipid life limpet like stuck
In non- finite lines, measured out
And treasured nonetheless
In miles and guiles,
Millennia and manias
Form: Freeverse
3 May 13
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For Giorgio's ' Impress me-5' contest.
Motif: Philosophical, old poem
He is of the Muse who Impacts Regally
The Illuminating Effervescence
He the Noble, Premier and Forerunner
Instinctual Attitude, Skill and Knowledge
Superior to all but the Moulder of the Ethereal
Reality in Existentialism
Yea, Springboard to all Enhanced Persons
The Grill and Mill for Presidents,
Legislators, Justices and the piety
Professional Economists, Engineers
Wisdom of Kings, Queens and Militarists
Prima Facie Mirror to all and Sundry
The Cradle Patriot Denied Earthly Rewards
Bruntly Rejected, Feigned Recognition
Nebulous, Yet Thorough, Effective, Active (TEA)
Charitable, Humble, Effervescent, Resourceful
EUREKA!!! THE TEACHER.
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