PALMER EKPHRASIS
the Shoreham
garden
scent
of
blossom fills
a white
blaze of spring
in
a profusion of clouds
an extravaganza
of stylised
enigma
proliferates
before
the eye
&
stays
imprinted
Inspired by Samuel Palmer’s in
A Shoreham Garden 1827
Three bros., Wideye, Snaggletooth, and Zonkers
When in town went a little bit bonkers
With the girls that walked by
What was level with their eye
Was ogled, whistled at, or they'd honk-hers!
Being brought up in the country
living in a farm cottage so white
an only child adopted as one
many memories always in my sight
Always had animals around
also, garden hut with many a hen
my job was collecting eggs
such greenery makes it a certain ten
Across from our house a swing park
where I learned to soar into the sky
also a chestnut tree grew nearby
in its season fell from up high
The river Irvine flowed at our back
often walked alongside its shore
then threw a stone to make a ripple
imagine the sound being a mighty roar
Sat on the front step quite a lot
especially when its summertime
so good looking back on these days
makes me ponder on life full of rhyme
(Just thinking of my new profile pic, which is of our house where I was brought up in my school and teenage days, brings back many memories of life at that time.)
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Inhale
the last you will
of this planet’s wholesome gift
blowing out grey cells
and bits of a life
..distance..
until a stranger
with two
puffed eyes
and clouded vision
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On the ill-effects of smoking
Smok’n hot in his black suit,
a cool dude - he’s not.
Sickle swings shattering glass -
silencing bitter sand.
Your ignominious ghost
broods your grim image,
under the reaper’s hood.
Nette Onclaud’s Pic Motifs: Visual 2
11/17/2017
29 words
My boyfriend is
smoking hot.
I kid you not.
Under that hood
I understood
lay my destiny.
In the dark I
felt the spark
as we passed.
Love to last.
18/11/2017
30 words, 137 characters.
Tempter shrouds his cold flame
hovers dwelling in pleasure,
with no remorse
to lay a kiss
on the sleeping soul at their weakest
as they lodge in fear.
11/18/2017
I've traversed this wondrous world
Captured through the windows of bird's eyes,
Enclosed within a body with silver wings,
So blessed I've been to fly the friendly skies.
11-14-17
PIC MOTIFS: VISUAL Contest
Sponsor Nette Onclaud
Word count 28
Farewell to United's 747 Jumbo Jet
https://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=Zm62JOOmc6k
Grimly he comes.
Day after day,
hour upon hour
second by second -
for centuries
into eternity.
The face
beneath his dark hood
he will reveal
when he comes
for you.
30-word poem/ Nov. 17, 2017
Based on pic #2 for nette onclaud's Pic Motif Contest
His world
hangs on a wall.
His wheeled chair
sits in a corner.
His tillered escape –
the Barque,
Astral Traveler.
//20 words//
©11/17/2017
submitted to – PIC MOTIFS – poetry Contest
The Night Lamp
As night stumbles in
The lamp crinkles on
And the evening rides
The light -
Which upon
The lamp’s tenderness
And glory encapsulates
Its harmony within…
It escapes the night
17 November 2017
Pic Motifs Contest, Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
29 words
An Enchanted Lamp-post
Neither the serenade of crickets
nor the waltz of moths
could appease her enough.
Secluded in a glass castle
her glowing beauty flickers,
unaware of the blazing beast
trapped within.
Date: 11/16/2017
Note: For the contest (Pic Motifs) by Nette Onclaud.
*Placed Fourth*
She stands under a gas lit lantern-
in the
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
rain
.
.
.
she is so W E A R Y -
a car stops
and silently she gets in-
she will give her body
to survive-
___________________________
November 16, 2017
Poetry/Verse/Pic Motif
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 9617-98-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Pic Motifs
sponsor, Nette Onclaud
Visual #1 Word Count - 30
Second Place
like diamante globules flickering,
glimpses reflect various moods
as irises brighten crystalline night
I become delirious in her glow
where aura of lantern- eyes.
dim street poles in shame.
Entry for Pic Motifs Contest—nette onclaud
17th Nov 2017 word count 29
In the dead of this cold foggy night,
is this the spirit of Jack the Ripper
or the Boston Strangler prowling
the silent streets...
or someone’s imagination running wild?
~11/16/17
~Pic Motifs Contest by nette onclaud
~Word count:29
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