"luminously" poems
in the middle of the dark dreary night, i sigh and remembered our fondness flight. you were my sun who brought light into my cold and lifeless night. and i was your moon seeing that no matter what i do my life will always revolve around you.
you were my light who tauten up the day and make the bad go away. you showed me your gleam in my gloomy hour and soothed my soul. you shone too bright consequently my skin reddened and blistered. the pain came out on what was just proposed to be good. in spite of that, the wounds eventually healed and you continued to light my way in this world.
as the time passed by you continued painting the starry night sky into a bright blue sky. you died every night just to let me breathe and live the night. i know it makes no sense but the two of us were lost in the past. reminiscing our wounds, the agony grew bigger and deeper. as we revolved around our range, we were alone in our voyage.
you were my sun that showered the hills with orange, yellow light and waking everything up and i was your moon who couldn't never reached your light for it was fiery illuminated. your light had gotten dimmer in my eyes up until the raging fire that i had once felt for you— shrunk and diminished.
in the middle of the dark dreary night, i looked back on our enchantment. it was a fate when we met but our time were hard to catch and our days never match. as i was the moon dancing with the stars glowingly and luminously, our lips met softly. just like an eclipse, our love created darkness. while hours felt like minutes, it was enough. whilst it was just a short period of time, it was all worthwhile. you were my sun and i was your moon and we were never supposed to collide, but now we coexist as one. and when the time was gone, we drifted apart. tell me, how am i ever supposed to forget the one that illuminates me?
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 3:16 PM UTC
This brown buff speckled throstle of a bird sits in the higher most branches of a yet to be leafed poplar tree . . . and sings. Such a song in the April morning air it greets the day, celebrates the rising sun. Above a suburban street the bird’s song catches the reverberation of a double row of houses, their windows bouncing sonic reflections of unaccompanied melismata.
Olivier Messiaen loved this bird for its répétition égale. Walking the mountain woods around his summer home he would wonder that the grive musicienne could make so exactly repetition after repetition of a complex phrase. A proto-minimalist perhaps? The male mistle thrush appears in several ***** works but most prominently in Saint Francois d'Assis singing luminously on the clarinet.
Although this is the ungregarious male singing away on this spring morning his name carries a female designation Turdus Philomelos. Poor Philomel, whose name means one who loved song, she was a princess of Athens lusted after by King Tereus who took her to a cottage in distant woods and ***** her. Then, he cut out her tongue.
Vengeful Philomel alone in the woods, but a most resourceful and artistic young woman, she set about weaving a tapestry that told all.
*‘She set up a Tracian loom
And wove on a white fabric scarlet symbols
That told in detail what had happened to her*.’
She sent the finished piece to Tereus who promptly ordered Philomel's death and that of her sisters (one of whom he was married to). As the girls were about to be slain they were changed magically into three birds . .
Joanna Laurens play The Three Birds takes the only fragment we have of Sophocles telling of this strange tale. Laurens is both musician and linguist and the text is a marvel of strange sounds and rhythms as the sisters communicate with each other in their personal private language akin, it is said, to Jersiese, an ancient Breton dialect.
So thank you dear song thrush for this morning's wonder: a song sans pariel.
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
To the moon and back you professed. But…..
The Crescent moons edge drains me as it pierces my flesh.
To the moon and back you pledged. Only….
The new moon is heavy now, smothering, as it presses down on my chest.
To the moon and back you alleged. Except….
The full moons beam blinds me as it steals my fight .
Luminously I am led to my emotional death….
I love you to the moon and back, he said
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 6:19 AM UTC
In the East, the sun luminously gleamed
And bid the nebulous vapors fly
Changing the gloom into radiant blaze
Cheering the languid drowsy sky
Lying in bed, I looked around,
Saw my room so cozily set
With things just enough to make it fit
For a sweet haven for me to rest
Each little thing in it began to muse
In a language discernible for me to grasp
Of the secret of success so elusive to man
Which striving to catch, oft slips off his clasp
The clock ticking away at the wall
Alerted in a tone of rhythmic resonance
That ‘each minute is precious and dear’
And not to waste it in trifling appurtenance
While the ceiling fan, spiraling above
Discreetly hummed, “Be cool and do not fret”
The open window, to me did urge
To ‘look out far and watch the world in beat’
The mirror neatly fitted on my bureau
With a gleaming countenance beckoned me
Asking me to ‘reflect’, ere venturing into anything
That from fatal fallacies, I shall ever be free
The calendar hanging inside the room
Reminded me not to lag or put off things
But keep my assignments and learning up to date
That to great heights, I can soar on wings
And the woolly carpet gently mused;
“Bend your knees and kneel down to pray
With a heart copiously filled in gratitude
Before a God who didn’t leave you aimless to stray"
With such counsel, silent and salient
Got out of my bed with resolutions profound
To greet the morning and start the day
In greater zest with a mind, saner and sound
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 6:49 AM UTC
With your satiny hairs,
You amble without a normal foot.
But with a pristine look,
Your big eyes shines luminously.
Dear, Maybe people call you a handicap,
I call those bullocks a madcap.
Interestingly, what, I am a handicap mentally, here I reveal.
Everyday I fight inside the close door when night falls.
A few days ago your eyes have cried a lot,
Let me clear here, you are a daring person.
It gives me a reason to fight with his servants openly.
You are a bizarre, I don't know you Monica Sharma.
Though we did not shook our hands at all,
But whenever these eyes squints you,
A new story creates a History...
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC
thank you for signing in
in between the signs
thank you for leaving space
luminously empty
thank you for listening
to the masterpiece
of silence
thank you for quoting quantum leaps
while twirling the hairs on my chest
thank you for choosing
azure and the network of spring
so emphatically
thank you for collecting
the echoes of a single dewdrop
with the presence of a child
thank you for creating
miracles and bubbles:
360°
thank you for breathing
flashy ******* passionately
thank you for your interstellar
plexus and your solar torus
dewdrop glass, thy name
thank you for wordplaying
magnifying fiery patterns
(dewdrop glass, 2017
christian sonnenklar)
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 7:14 AM UTC
Dusty old and gray
Always either spinning or perfectly still
It creaks when it spins
Like the bones of an elderly woman
One bulb is almost burnt out flickering on and off
Wanting the motivation to stay alive but losing it anyway
Losing it,
Losing it,
and now this bulb has run out of light
Now encompassed in darkness
Two bulbs remain shining so luminously Optimistic like they’ll never burn out
unknowing the impending darkness to come
that they are unable to pause
unable to slow
unable to stop
I’ve never seen a ceiling fan and it’s bulbs like this before
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 8:30 PM UTC
Serenity of the Buddha fountain
graces our garden
His wise presence flows
steadily over thorns, thistle
and rocks that jut across the pathway
creating obstacles in our lives
There was turmoil, misery,
calamity in His generation
just like today
The Ravanas of our time
prowl earth’s gardens
seeking to abduct and ravage
goodness, love, purity, truth
Illustrious Gautama gained the perfect
peace that passeth understanding
by treading the middle path and realizing
that pushing the envelope
indulging in all types of extreme behavior
sabotages our mental, emotional and physical
well being
He declared to His disciples as they
wandered through the world that
desire is the cause of all suffering
and like the Master Jesus encouraged them
“to be in the world not of it”
This He knew could be actualized by
the right use of the senses,
loving, compassionate service to mankind
and having a still, tranquil mind
through the process of
meditation
Twilight dusk blankets the garden
The Buddha twinkling under a
panorama of evening stars
a crystal ball spinning luminously
in his hands
illumines our beaten path
from His radiant pedestal,
beneath the Bodhi tree
“The Sun of Enlightenment Shines”
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
Imagine
You're an adorable dolphin
Your cute fin!
You're ecstatic about watery
Corals
And
Aquamarine
You sport and swiftly swim
And swim
You dance with the white horses
You sing in the tempest
Imagine
You're the lovely hyacinth
You enhance
The elegance
Of a gorgeous
Garden
Your evocative
Perfume
Is mind-blowing!
Imagine
You're a sweet skylark
Your pleasant tone is
Magically melodious
Imagine
You're the silvery rain
You remove the pain
Of the heat of the sun
Imagine
You're the splendid
Rainbow
You feel a glow
Of colour
You've the VIBGYOR
You are
Never
Evanescent
Imagine
You're the
Breeze
You blow nicely
You're more
Than invisibility
Imagine
You're the lamplight
The djinn
And obscurity
Fear you
You're luminously bright!
Imagine
You are
FARAH TASKIN!!!;)
You own
The evergreen
Realm of fancy!:)
Jun 11, 2021
Jun 11, 2021 at 7:21 AM UTC
How can I confess,
The perplexity of the way you make me feel.
The way your soul indelibly connects with mine;
Or the way my thoughts devour you.
The way your words caress my insides;
The way your laugh brings warmth to my chest.
Like a fire that blazes so luminously,
You are my light.
I had once said,
That we are taught not to play with fire.
But I'd gladly get burnt,
If it meant eternity with you.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
Our hearts are locked,
how could we set them free?
For sure with the remembrance of God,
our hearts are filled with glee.
Don't let your mind get crowded,
and the judgements of people get in your way.
Breath in, take it easy before it gets flooded,
one step at a time, if you may.
Our hearts are like sparkly gems,
even if we cannot comprehend or truly see,
but once in a while, it should be cleansed,
if not, how could it stay luminously shiny?
Why are we serving these lusts?
With full obedience and loyalty?
We should break away from its crust,
even though it's tough to control and rackety.
I know it's simply obstreperous,
but try to never give in,
it is treacherous and perfidious,
all these temptations of sin.
No matter what you have done,
know that God is readily forgiving.
Believe me, life is short, oh little one,
for verily from Him we came and to Him we are leaving.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 10:08 AM UTC
Just as over the course
of a year, the seasons change,
inevitably, over the course
of life, a woman's body will change.
The photoshopped
supermodel on the cover
of a fashion magazine
is an 'ideal' that does not exist.
While the allure of
youth & vitality cannot
be denied, neither can
the appreciation for time & experience.
It's the honorable path
walked by
all maidens
& matriarchs.
A path that comes with
blemishes,
cellulite,
scars & stretchmarks.
Wrapped
in every
shape,
size & skin color.
Yet, it's these so-called
'imperfections'
that render her
fascinating & unique.
A paragon of feminal
physique, so luminously
patterned &
intrinsically beautiful.
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 12:28 AM UTC
*In my thoughts
you mimic the phases of the moon—
the waning gibbous tonight only reminds me
that you are 68.4 percent away from disappearing —
You will be back again, though,
shining luminously into my darkness
and your beauty will hypnotize me as it always does—
(the striations in your eyes carry spells
of which I am much too susceptible to)
you will dictate my every emotion— just as
the moon dictates the tides in the ocean.*
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 2:57 AM UTC
*
As twilight sighs
neath moon shadow patterns,
my longing heart beats
in perfect cadence
with the universe,
creating constellations
on a silent nightscape
shimmering luminously
of my love for her*
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
you quickly quipped cunning comments
in the skinniest jeans west of the mississippi
sighing softly then,
glancing to the left to keep an eye on the spider
scurrying on the wall.
you emerged triumphantly
luminously translucent
like a goddess of the noon sun
your eyes skipped mine in a beat
seconds behind my own
and with the final say from your fist
the walls began to fall
and outside, the small southwestern suburb
watches with fascination as the spider skids away.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
"Everyone quiet now."
A rose petal floats through the air
so effortlessly
Always reaching the ground
too quickly
Is it falling
or does it scamper away?
Is it living
or not worth the attention?
Beautiful mystery,
the most lovely thing
to mind or mention.
Frightening discovery
the most lending thing
to tension
"And ugly as sin!"
Yet still heard are bird songs...
"everyone quiet now"
Listen to the wind blow
Feel it kiss and caress your face
Watch flowers bloom
"Out of toxic waste!"
"everyone quiet now"
...
The grass ascends from the ground
Each delicate blade touched by the sun
"Profound! Like worms in the mud!"
"everyone quiet now"
*"Hear this, pay stark attention with respect
it may save your life some dark day-inflect"*
The sun glistens through all clouds
seeming to envelop the sky
Shining through any darkness
That can and will
Relentlessly devour
Consume all in its path
"Like the leaves on a tree from a mother giraffe!"
"everyone quiet now. This is important."
Look back to the sky
Sparkling luminously
Ever at day
Ever at night
Powers and magic
Beyond any vast imagination
And you at its core with every sensation
to reveal this much and more, provide inspiration
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
Those wise stars twinkled so luminously, I looked over into your eyes thinking all the answers could be found in their depths.
I wouldn't call it pathetic maybe just hopeful and naive with a tinge of foolishness. Intellectual depth was mistaken for insightfulness and the spark I thought I saw in your eyes was nothing but a dull, passionless blown out star.
The ocean breeze, salty air and Piña coladas tend to make you drastically romanticize everything (especially that hideous necklace that looked nothing like Something I would've worn).
That last night I had to beg you to stay up with me watching the Florida coast line come into view. The outline of the whole state was visible and that was when I realized I really ******* love my life. I looked over at you and you were half asleep.
Different priorities, different mind set, different ideals .You were a bland key-lime pie while I was a red velvet cake. I, Rich with prosperity and thoughts and you were content with the life I dreaded seeing myself stuck in.
Hey, if a a big house on a lake with a dog and a boat is your thing, go for it. I strive to not follow in my parents footsteps.
The day we ended I went down to Davis island where we always used to sit. The carnival cruise ship was leaving. I watched it sail all the way out into the horizon, the warm thought of you went with it.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
.. her stained hands clasps
..a dab of makeup felt stainless
.. fabulous touchup we must say
She: ... believed in alone
Distantly from this polluted star
Distance from the captivity
Distances are farthest away
When pain is the experience
Plenty of space in her heart for distinctivness where it does the gravity pulls us apart where does the sea stop in a sky warped.. distinct creativity and cultivating luminously as does the creature
He comfronts her well-being devotedly to her charisma she sang and wonderfully blessed in a toughness that vowed himself a creature a creative man in a way a bit certainly known to be that simple touch
...certainty
....dismantle the serinity into you
.. dismemberment
. remember you're honor
CREATURE of the Night.. stare at her as if it were impossible with those crystalized steerling chimney smoked eyes whimpering at her witherment;
Either way he's a creature she'd think about along
.in the ending
.. designed for each-other
...part or take from hand to life
Start
Creature
Run but don't be afraid
After-all
After-hours: if we close the door the night could last forever
~Classy that everything we have is gone and all that we need stands strong and all that we haven't gotten stays simply strange enough to remain a creature
After-life; If you close your heart your death could remain a mystery but the creature in your soul makes it up; the creature in your system messed-up .. PM:
CLOSED;
Clouds are closing in on me like a volture just like a big giant reluctant egale ;Creature! Type of thing that the evilness couldn't find.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
majestic sounds that fill the ear
luminously engraved as
the bass harmonizes with
melodies in my mind
as the piano croons a humble tune
coating the whispers in my ear
as the drums build up to perfect synchronization
wishing I could hold it so near
the heart of the synths enrapture me
catching me in the web of love
crocheted in a melodic fantasy
I close my eyes
as I enjoy the ride
letting the strings subside
I fantasize in this melodic bliss
who knew heaven could feel like this?
as I walk along the tones of bridges
building up to a world unknown
it is the sweetest thing I’ve ever known
like the tenderness of honeydew
the rhythms of love speak to you
so sweet yet so tempting
the trumpets tower over me
leaving me selfless
giving myself endlessly
Oct 5, 2022
Oct 5, 2022 at 3:11 AM UTC
I was there
standing at the corner
it was dark,cold and smells
I was there
being laughed,scolded
judged and ignored
cuts and suicidal are in mind
but something stopped them
and left them behind
I saw a light
luminously coming towards me
I put a step behind cause I'm afraid
that it would influenced me
Then there was a hand
I grabbed it
It was warm and cozy
It changed my life
feels like the Spring is coming early
And the hand was HOPE.
a.b
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 3:30 AM UTC
you will always be here
like the moon that hovers
stoically independent
you will always be here
unequivocally present
luminously magnificent
you will always be here
like a God that loves abundantly
forever omnipresent
i may no longer see you
but you will always be here
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 3:30 AM UTC
May the penumbra of your green eyes ogling gently,
You have left me with this secret in my soul,
May I recount to you an image of you before me?
Jollity as of a magnificent art painting of innocence,
There you were susurrated in reciting a canticle,
Acute feelings in my heart as the respite end,
As you spoke the words spiraled over your tongue,
Radiates over your lips I am laced in your rapture,
Your eyes are my guide to stay always by your side,
This love will never be replaced I’m born to love you,
I shall pirouette a tale for you of star studded loves,
I suspire for you my love for you is perpetually yours,
My love for you I have found your smile is my light,
Wreathed like a web of intensely yearning desire,
As warm as the west winds blow with sunsets heat,
Blossomed in canticles as it breaks into an eruption,
As we cling closer before a festive ligature of flames,
Inebriated with our own artistic designs of pure love,
I embark as a sail into virtuous commonage of our desires,
I shall commune to you in all silence in all passion,
Luminously bright and pure as a star lit night,
Reticence with halcyon moments of our passions”
By AG 05/10 2018 ©
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
From the darkness comes forth creation. A brilliant display of multi-colored ideas splashed against the page. Wonderfully contrasting against the eternal night locked inside.
From the breathless void comes forth eternity. The swirling rainbow of forever paints the tranquil sky. Luminously capturing the essence of yesterday's undisclosed promise.
From the apex of the world comes forth the voice. A harmonious melody that speaks of universal truths. Harkening back to a time before the land was illuminated by the golden light.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC
Before my birth there was infinite time,
after my death there is inexhaustible time.
I never thought of it before:
I’d been living luminously between two eternities of darkness.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 3:21 AM UTC
there lies no
certainty on
what is waiting
for me on the
other side of
the moon
whether i will
be greeted
by the stars
i've been
trying to grasp
with my bare hands
or a meteor
that will
collide with
my fragile
body and turn
me into a
speck of dust
in the galaxy
either way
like an astronaut
wandering in
the space
who tries to
seek the void
and mysteries
of the universe
i will never
let gravity
pull my weight
down as i reach
towards where
you shine
luminously
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 7:18 AM UTC