"opalescence" poems
The Winter Fairy danced last night;
Her Opalescence fell light
upon the trees, now shimmering bright--
in the sunshine, glitter white.
And sugar-paper cut-out trees
Shower snow dust in the breeze
While children, snow up to their knees,
Gather on the village Green.
They trod up hills through the countryside
To find the fastest thrilling ride,
While angels watch on the side lines
Transcendent stamps of winter time
Jan 14, 2010
Jan 14, 2010 at 9:39 PM UTC
Eyes soft as silk, mirror moon-fire along the silver cusp of my soul,
Enchantment wanders the opalescence of this dream,
Heartbeat to heartbeat it pulses, drifting down soft, as stolen breath
Along the throat in this trembling garden of body....
Whispers of hunger, penetrate soft folds of midnight’s caress upon
Velvet’s pout, a taste of honeyed tease, searing spoon-fed ecstasy,
Brushed new, upon warm whispers,
In the wet of US....
A moist fragrance of sighs, unleashed, capturing blossoms swelling, under moon-spill,
Urgent fingertips dance delicately across shadowed yearn;
Undressed, beguiled, stirred sweet, behind naked eyes,
Where lavender ache beckons....
Satin pleasures unbutton heaven in the breath of swollen whispers, and
The breeze of destiny lays tangled in sheets, touching, teasing
The shores of prismatic submission;
Spooning wet, the wild of embers scorching need, prompting the meld of ***** as
Seduction fuses and passion licks unholy wet, cocooned in silk spill...
His melting shadow arches, quivers the canopy of my offering,
Roller-coasted beneath his lip-ride, where fire bleeds my skin, and I am lathed upon the parched desert of his tongue;
Where crimson visions seep, thrusting, deep the lilac of petals, and
Hungry hands trace the rhythm of trembles,beyond the swallowed screams....
Darkened eyes watch, as I burn the ****** slipped from his tongue;
My trembling, hips glisten, trailing whispers, slowly swallowing hidden breath,
Drowning him in an oasis of silken desire, where dewdrops of my rain trickle from the corners of his smile,
Orchid nectar sliding between two tongues, saturated, tasted beyond the press of lips...................
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 11:56 AM UTC
I watched the sky transform
Overhead,
As the sun set
It flourished more than ever.
I watched in awe
As it changed colour,
The clouds shed its white washed skin
And boasted an undulating opalescence
Of pink and lilac,
Soft like candyfloss,
I felt compelled to reach up
And sink my teeth into it,
Only to let the rain fall
Onto my lips and seep
Into my skin.
I traced the clouds
To the horizon,
Where fiery hues of
Orange burned bright
Like wildfire,
An irresistible iridescence
That filled my belly with
An inferno
Not even the Seven Seas
Could tame.
Before long,
The stars filtered through
The kaleidoscopic creation,
Illuminating the Universe
Like the London Skyline.
I pick one amongst the
Palette of scattered clouds
And wish that I can witness
This masterpiece
The same time tomorrow
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC
A Poet’s Response (a response to Pablo Neruda's "The Poet")
In the new daze(days) I go through life
in the grip of newfound love and cherishing
a tiny shimmer of opalescence
and my eyes weep for the eyes of those who will not know
I shop for new opportunities, stop
to go out of my way for others, exhaling
my own sprays of love, the unknown
acceptance of woman and man.
I live in a world where I move forward
where the sudden raindrop, the falling water
soak me in god’s tears
and wherever I step my feet my pant leg gets wet,
but yet I walk on.
This is the way my essence manifests--
a sliver off the source, life
throws you down in punishment, to wait
for your arise like it’s most beautiful flower
growing out of the asphalt, like you never thought possible.
Looking out on the bright horizon,
the vast and deep sea
I stay steady as I search for
a holy being, the daily prayer
I know the lessons make me thrive
by teaching me I can teach others
about the foreign lands, and in the small drop of
my life, I meet with God.
Blessings carving my path.
Enlightenment plastered among the walls.
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 4:34 PM UTC
We encountered a white-tiled wall whose
purity lingered behind earthly browns,
salmon, grass, lavender acrylic paint. And this frozen scene chilled like hot breath on winter
glass, soil-mixed dividing stories of young, smiley-touched
girls whose hair was flaxen hills in
the country and whose
eyes were opalescent azures whose opalescence
was truly the only sign of thought beyond a
glassy grin.
Porcelain doll made of giggles and bubbles.
She fanned her fingers in a glorious sky and leaf peacock-feathered exuberance and pawed at the dry, gritty scene of a sailboat floundering towards a sunset.
She sees this world feelingly – one touch, two touch
Her smile is prayer-folded hands extending across her own little world
A prayer for this textured caricature of a little girl,
a happy puppet stuck until dark,
like the form the woman she’ll soon become
with her child-like fingers spidering across the stories she hopes to [but never will] tell.
Her dusty hands against the comforting tinge of a watermelon’s epicenter.
So pink, so raw, so vulnerable with the valor of another brush’s turn.
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 7:11 PM UTC
*One berry
hangs
alone
silently
decomposing
in
a
wilting
wait
of
just
S
u
p
p
o
s
i
n
g
I
hold one
shining berry,
(yes, dear)
&
do
so,
with
hazels
doe-ing
One berry
hangs
where all
other orbs
f e l l,
squashed
between amused
fingers
for
I
wish
upon
just
one
kiss
|
^
/ \
●
that
clearly
lingers
**One
berry hangs on ever green***
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 6:39 AM UTC
Let me be the first to warn you:
I am wildfire and catastrophic destruction,
I am consuming fever and searing passion,
I am possessed by infectious radiation, a contagion
for all things surreptitious and sacred.
I will vacuum the oxygen from your gasping lungs,
blister your lips,
and plunge you deep into my inferno.
I will gallop as chopping thunder across your oceans,
etch lightning streaks zigzagging behind your eyelids,
and illuminate veiled dimensions of your incandescent spectrum.
You will know me,
in flares sparking your night sky
into snapshots of opalescence and shadow.
You will know me,
in relentless flames licking your woodlands
skeletal and hollow and barren.
You will know me,
in remnants of cinders, ashen palms,
and smoky ribbons evaporating through your skin.
I am celestial pyromaniac:
daughter
of Hephaestus and Artemis,
incubated
in the womb of a supernova,
birthed
in the creation of Andromeda,
purified
by internal cycles of eruption,
hurled
through the cosmos by shooting stars,
magnetized
to earth by gravity and destiny, carried to you by entropy and choice.
I am volcanic and heaving
beneath the crust of the planet.
I am ultraviolet hallucination, I am firework destruction, I am spontaneous combustion, I am electric incineration, I am smoldering embrace, I am all things cataclysm and rebirth, interlaced.
And when I pierce molten and ecstatic and untamed
through your reality, you will know
what it means to drown dancing in flames.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
So I was flying through the woods one day
And hummingbirds flitting and flashing
Iridescence and opalescence
Shimmery glints of golden green and violet blue
I laughed and darted with these sweet ones
Twisting and chasing in a game of faerie-bird-tag
Then a mosquitoe's whining shrill
zips past my head
zip zip two more speed by
I whip my head around and see a crazed mountain man
Blunderbuss in tow and limp carcasses dangling from his belt
Beard and hair more of a mane of insanity
In this manic frenzy, one cant help but to smile
Then dive in to dodge as if in a Matrix world
The madman fires, shooting away at his brilliant tiny targets,
Shooting if only for the sake of practice
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 7:35 PM UTC
i watched the earth
consume the sun,
a rampant fire blazing within.
the sky turned orange
and pink and peach and purple
and everything in between,
it was like an explosion had gone off
and left the beauty and dust behind,
i eyed the green trees
become dark silhouettes,
painting themselves
against the backdrop of opalescence.
smoke coming from chimneys
took on a dark grey shade
and outlines of houses and rooftops
began to separate the gravel from the welkin.
i adored the sky ablaze
and watched it scorch and blacken
with rage.
it was everything and nothing,
and as angry as it was, it felt peaceful.
and at once, the sky was dead,
and small fragments
of the previous blaze dotted the dark coat above.
it was as if to say,
the world is sleeping,
but our problems are not,
for though the sky is dark
and no longer ablaze,
stars still coat the interstice
to remind us of what is unfinished.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 11:25 PM UTC
Shoulds't i venture out
Into the wet cooling wind
To feel the rain
Moisten my bare legs
And as the wind blows
Through my wild skittish hair
The silver globules
Disguise my tears
The damp briskness
Will awaken my emotions
Will let me
Feel alive
The clammy cloudy clouds
Leaking gently
Feeding
A thirsty nature
The wind
May blow away
My shrouded
Emotions
The slow drip, drop
Silver rivers
Their under bellies
Belie, race downwards
Upon my window
Trickles
Like sticky tears
Gluey opalescence
by Jemia
Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 4:36 PM UTC
He dives into the night and tastes the colours of darkness;
He remains in disguise of the web of darkness,
Like a black spider, star burst horn baboon spider.
Grounded by the white stringed haphazard web of darkness
And he made darkness his covert, his pavilion round about him.
Dark waters in the clouds of the womb bearing seeds for the nation
Darkens and further occludes his opalescence into black and what?
He searches for the diversity of the rainbow with an iambic meter.
A biased accented and unaccented mirage of nations…
An optically dark-phobic illuminated biased meter
Synergism of nations is a phantasm meter display.
The hope of sanctuary proves hallucination by darkness.
Darkness is the absence of light, but light is light.
In his darkness he ponders
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
Effulgence of the brightest star
That evermore beams from afar.
Resplendency of the dawn dew
Beaming forth with a silvery hue.
Opalescence of a neon rainbow,
Or the luster of winter snow.
Glitter of a moon-kissed sea
Murmuring with sheer glee.
Hues of a polychromatic sunset
Upon heaven's stonking gate.
Glow of buds of a rose-gold sheen,
Or snowy lilies by meadows green.
The sparkle of a sun-kissed stream
Whispering along like a sweet dream.
©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California. 11/05/19.
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 5:24 AM UTC
Here I stand,
naked as the moon.
Denude of childish tendencies to protect the ego's fragile skin.
Palms turned towards the continuum of space to expose the souls purity,
eradicate insecurities.
The sky steeps me in a soothing womb of chamomile and honey,
abloom of sweet, scattered opalescence as freckles upon her face
interlaced with familiarities.
Extending conceptualized singularity to experience eons of unified grace.
Anahata awaken, caress of winds breath
frolics across the topography of my being,
releasing the god-essence.
Activated through remembrance
that which is, was, and always will be.
Instilled in every cell, attune harmony.
Conduit, co-existing as student, teacher, observer, conductor,
cleanse.
Wash away layers of the veil to reveal.
Acknowledge, accept, expand, contract.
Embodiment of cyclic sacredness.
Wholeness.
She and I mirrored images,
reflected consciousness,
alchemical catalyst catapaulting immense distances inside an instant.
Elder, mother, kin, within.
Ammorea flame ablaze, raise sensory vibrations to these
potent mysteries.
Project positivity,
what is given is received, this is my prayer.
My offering.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC
goddess rising
awake and alive
**** me under pure starlight**
i want to bask
in the opalescence
of your eyes,
fill me
with yourself
inside.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC
ancient aches in chains
contained in the howls and hyacinth
the breast of syntonic refrain
halcyon honey hews sentience
with peals painting elysian fields
saturated in nocturnal opalescence
eclipse echoes along cathedral aisles
cleansing heathens in fifth progression
anointment of epiphany reconciled
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 12:42 PM UTC
kiss me with your words
touch me with your soul
brush against me, tightly
lose your self control
brand me with haiku's
flay me with short spiked whips
crisscross the marks on my body
alliterated under a lunar eclipse
trace the edge of my demons
as they crawl beneath my skin
flick them from my opalescence
denying their claim of original sin
Oh, how I adore you!
you embrace a pattern of acceptance
for the road that I crawl upon
darkness is a cloak I wear heavily
and all I have is you, to depend on
In the house I set up on the corner
of Bitterness St and Lonely Rd
You never saw me as a mourner
just one who shared your old zip code
oh, how I adore you
you totally relate, so unrehearsed
you stroke a fever with a feathered cane
crisscrossing old scars on a new body
dancing along the same orbital plane
oh, how I adore you
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 3:47 AM UTC
Like myriad others
I was born crazy
A blessing bestowed
By Moon's grace
And a curse slotted
By Sun's paradise
I was born crazy
To take on two things
Shift for myself
Amid worldly plagues
And exhibit my perceptions
With opalescence of my dance
I was born crazy
In light of squares
There are not enough stars
That Darkness can't sway.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 6:21 AM UTC
When they want
For wealth and gold and pearls
They will rip it from your
Hands and from the clam,
With the hunger of lust and malice
Swallowing life whole
The lost thieves of old...
Those who only feed the wolf
Loving dogs for more than thee.
It's curious to think
They presume that it is wealth
That heaviness of gold
Just A mystic rock just melted chains.
The other a product of invertebrates
To lug about with them
Their wares
**** Flashing all who happened by
Their wares
There's no use for a sack of pearls
When here we get
And get got
Seed
Fertile minds
A wealth unmatched
Seeds
[Point to the temples of our skulls]
Sow there
A chain of pearls...
How I should want
To learn from the honor
Of good fathers
Great pearls of their wisdom
How I should rather covet
the wisdom of a clam
How an alien looking thing
Under endless canopies
Of un drinkable seas
Could be awarded / afforded "Creation"
(You better should know)
The artistic hand of Masterpiece
Shaping all
Opalescence
Almost to the utmost
Diamond cuts
How godlike is this gift
From the mouth
Like the clam ...
What treasures could be better heard
When all the world
Spoke Love
The language of divine "Creation."
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
Sometimes the most simplistic poems are beautiful.
I eat apples because i'm sad, and I like coke too much;
My gums hurt when I bite into the skin of it.
Reminding me that sometimes, the Pleasures of the things that are simple,
are sublimely painful.
like apples, coke in mouthfuls.
It hurts because my gums bleed from chemical burns of stimulates that are lacking opalescence experiances
Jacking my sails that left me high and dry.
in all odible sensible seriousness,
I'm ready to cry,
hopeing by the end
that I beg
like the children forced to manufacture it,
Hopeing to die.
But I beckon for that pain
Not out of self destructive gain.
But out of recognition for what i've lost.
The identity of the man drowning in Desolate porcelein desserts and tossed into oceans named after the many emotions i'm swayed by.
Sadness leaves me floating,
Anxiety leaves me floundering, Depression has me drowning.
Not a matter of difference but for the sake of juxtaposition.
When Thoughtfulness is chosen.
Happiness lets me see my position.
Then Confidence puts my gears in motion.
Because i've seen bouys floating,
men in yahts gloating,
Survivers floating,
Kids in rags
Not clothing
But like a light house
Your smile
Glowing
I can't think right now because my teeth hurt. From eating apples and likeing coke too much.
But at least I feel alive
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 12:56 AM UTC
I wake up- the scent of fine powders, perspiration, and arrogance all laced around me, permeating.
Duck under the sheets, shield yourself from the sunlight. Come back up for a breath of air.
Mornings are repetition at its finest.
Grab a fruit on your way to the water; peel it with sharp fingers; rip and tear.
You open your eyes to a world in which you are born anew, puffy skinned and amazed.
All the colors are a slightly different shade, more attached. Pale opalescence shines before your eyes.
All sound is but a whisper now.
Sweet release from a long sleep. Tire me again tonight, joy will come with the dawn.
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC
EXUDE.
Shine.
Brilliantly.
EXUDE.
The strength of a thousand mountains with eons old wisdom.
EXUDE.
Like an Oyster with its prescient pearl's opalescence that it ***** A gift?
A necklace, a ring, beauty will sing so...
Shine.
Brilliantly.
EXUDE.
Out into the world. The treasure-jewel that is you.
Precious gift / Light of life.
EXUDE.
Emanate.
Radiate.
Ooze.
All that is You.
EXUDE.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
I drink of the waters of sinner’s delight
Smooth to the taste I believe
Washed up ashore on a moonless lit night
Much more than one can conceive
Poured in a goblet of yellow and blue
Butterfly patterns a’ shine
Wings in the vestibule, blinding the view
There only destined of time
Here at the stairway that leads to your heart
Spiraling up to the sky
Winding in tapestries, threadbare to start
Whimsical fabrics now sigh
Taking each step as I breathe in the change
Shadows about do compare
Absolute beauty of love rearranged
Finding the most in each stair
Hallways extend each direction a’ flow
Candlelit beacons provide
A knock on your door in the midst of their glow
Whispers now call me inside
Therefore my eyes as a silhouette fine
Loveliness clings to a smile
Chantilly lace in the garments a’ shine
Filling my eyes all the while
Heavenly scent of magnolia bloom
Fresh as this hot summer’s fire
White opalescence in shades of the moon
Painting my soul with desire
Touches of satin, so smooth comes your skin
Breathless endeavors soon pour
Hoping on hope of the welcoming in
Of what this night has in store
Lips of chiffon in a raspberry grin
Porcelain shimmering thighs
Desperate these thoughts now awash in a sin
Breath comes a sonnet of sighs
Reaching I stumble, my balance unsure
Shivers, my toes to my spine
Stuttering nervous of this I adore
Formed of the sweetest design
Then with a wisp as the draperies wave
Flames flicker quick of the flow
Smoke from the wicks meets the ceiling once more
As I cry, where did you go
Standing here holding of one dozen roses
Cellophane wrapped round the stems
Seeing the window so quickly it closes
I was but this close again
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
When I look to you I see an opalescence,
A kaleidoscopic display of luminescence,
There are just two accounts that capture this very essence,
Your beauty and the peacock's feathering iridescence.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
By celestial shores is there burnished gold
More fair than I see in my lover's eyes,
Or seraphs whose pulchritude to behold
Nears my queen's opalescence of the skies?
For though I know days will fade into night,
And nights will evermore melt into day,
But my love, like as hues of the sun's light
That ever glows the same, so shall it stay
With constance like as tides of gushing time
That neither man nor birds of skies above
Can dare grasp, but watch 'em roll clime to clime.
So, as far as lives time, so shalt my love,
For like as water doth abound the sea,
So doth her love upon a heart of mine.
©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California. 9/1st/2019.
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC