"splendorous" poems
*As our dew points match, lead me out into the open moonlight
Then take my hand and come with me to share this glorious night
Sin smiling Angels look down on us in the night's cocoon
Safely sheltered beneath his broad shoulders our bodies completely attune
Her pale skin denied The moonbeams as I eclipses them above her
Shivering to the cadence of the night with the moonlight as a ******
The cool night air hasn't chilled her warm summer lips
The stars reflected in our eyes, each shimmering thoughts a kiss
Ethereal night mist rises from our slowly moving bodies
His warmth tastes of golden light, dancing to simple melodies
Shimmering in dusk's glow the rapture subsides in a glistening shudder
Splendorous waves of euphoric flood, as we complete each other as lovers*
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
In the sweet of early morning
and only for a few precious moments
I thought of nothing at all
I stared blank at the dim lit walls
in a state between awake and dreaming
only until the startle of the first bird singing.
I saw the sun clinging to roofs and trees
light traipsing through the garden lilies
I heard the chirp and groan of frogs
newly green, all the unfurling fronds
and from the broad leaves
the dew fell sparkling in rivulets
and drank the carpet moss
softly green and splendorous.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC
...that The Goddess
has hands of ivory white
or black as ebony night,
fingers that glisten
with the intensity of immensity,
of stars,
over-flowing with the seeds of trees,
scattering them in splendorous openness,
across the moist, brown earth,
where they'll grow like grass
and cause the quenching rains to
fall,
from the sky made azure
'neath the endless streams and strands
of Her hair
which is the wind itself.
Jun 6, 2010
Jun 6, 2010 at 1:11 AM UTC
O Tulip Tree,
Towering titan true,
A fond memory I have
Of splendorous ventures long ago!
O Tulip Tree,
Timid and taciturn,
I remember when you,
Paragon of the forest,
Stood tall with power
And eclipsed the noontime sun!
O Tulip Tree,
Tallest tree that be,
I recall when you,
Pillar of perfection,
Were as mammoth in my youth
As you are this day!
O Tulip Tree,
Tremendous yet tender king,
I pray for you,
Noble giant,
That envious naysayer
And usurper alike
Stay their distance
From your domain!
And when the hour is nigh,
O Tulip Tree,
I shall stand tall with pride
Between these vile fiends
As you taught me to long ago!
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 10:04 PM UTC
May the words of my mouth
and the meditation of my heart
be pleasing in your sight, LORD,
my Rock and my Redeemer.
Good Morning Beloved
It is good to be among you this morning.
Let us pray….
Gracious Lord
As we sojourn the pathways of life
You have brought us to the places
Of ecstatic splendorous peaks
You have blessed us with resounding joys
You have filled us with good things
The grace of your unconditional love
Is made manifest in the abundant life
you have promised to all your children
We bless you Lord for your provision
And your unfailing unrequited love
You have also humbled us Lord
With times of perplexing trial,
deep sorrows and pointed loss
Our earthly journey
has led us to places
of dread, devastation
sickness and pending death
Our plans and aspirations
Have turned to dust
Our eyes fill with tears
Our crestfallen hearts
have hardened
We fail to receive the
balm of love
We have been routed
We have lost the battle
We have been conquered
by separation, sin and despair
The spirit of life
Has evaporated
From our bodies
All that remains
Are dry bones
Scattered in the
valley of death
hidden by the shadows
In the nadir of our lives
Yet your abiding love
remains the
strong Present Helper
calling us to your light
May we rise from our
Afflictions as Lazarus
did when called by his
beloved friend Jesus
May your grace anoint
Our ears with the sound of
The Great Resurrectors voice
May you stir our hearts
With the wisdom of your will
May you bless our lips
With the grace of prophecy
That we may
Prophesy to the broken
And brittle bones of our lives
Prophecy to the bones
so they may be joined
With sinew and flesh again
May your words
Become flesh
May we walk again
In the land of the living
And rejoin the beloved
At the table of
Your abundant grace
In The Good Deliver's Name
We pray...
Selah
Music:
Eric Dolphy, Come Sunday
Readings,
Ezekiel 37 The Valley of Dry Bones,
John 11, The Death of Lazarus
Prayer of the Dry Bones
Faith Lutheran Church
Lavallette NJ
4th Sunday in Lent
4/2/17
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
The first time
I heard them
I swear,
I was to listening
to the most beautiful choir
in four-part harmony,
swaying
or angles wings rubbing,
& perfectly, playing
a common file instrument
angled, such a unique sound
symphonic & splendorous
they are all around
this free concert
an offering of
Mother Nature
chiming at once
uncaged,
& calling on the ladies
in perfect unison
sounding like church
telling one another
of sunlit hours
say the flowers
fending off evil spirits
allowing me to travel
into the dark again
leaping over obstacles,
alerting me to danger,
still in their silence
I am protected
by this harbinger of luck
a most powerful portent,
of coming things
they sit silently in the quiet,
like a copper cricket weathervane,
as the poor man's thermometer
spinning tales effortlessly,
in the wind calmly
watching over us
a shivering in the night
save you, are mine
my Native American totem
or God's Cricket Chorus
foretelling of Sorrow
of coming rains tomorrow
ex-lovers and death
a shrill creaking
stridulating in song
Oh, I fear that day,
your music should go away
please dear uncaged cricket choir
I truly ....
hope you'll stay.
Cherie Nolan© 2016
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
Blue flowered in the warm sun of winter
pungent fragrance wafts splendorous
smallish leaves, grow deeply green
with a sun-ward slant they lean
hum and sing with bees
reaching ever upward
wild, their fingers untamed
vigorous, they flourish
lushly in the lane
our hands grow green stained
here in a dream field
handfuls of rosemary
we steal
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 7:34 PM UTC
A transgressional constant,
For a world made so pure.
A backbone bricked love,
For the same world so hurt.
Through the history and the ages,
A splendorous, scandalous gust.
Brought down from heavenly storehouses,
To be used by all of us.
This back bone bricked love,
Holding my soul completely together.
Only backbone bricked love,
Can help us find each other.
Small words past on,
As history has died.
Say a simple word,
Of what really rings inside.
One heart beat for another,
Two parts sing of a melody.
Three simple words they are, yet
Four meanings for I love thee!
May your love be bricked up like a wall,
Strong and lasting never to fall.
The backbone for any person to call,
Is that of undying love for your all.
It's the only thing that's true,
Because it's all I can do,
I backbone bricked love you!
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 9:50 PM UTC
also morpheus, thou who art dusted leaves
tremulous portraits plaintive angels creaking
pinions, wasted paint clanging fatly unskinny
corpulent boughs spread deviously; rip carefully
sanity: a flagrant splendorous nymph hard arithmatic
chime softly a dull pepper in my head: mostly
cobwebs and fluff punished grinning skulls
my teeths are clean and the smooth hollow
of thoughts is a pillow budding dream
laid crinkled masterpiece and fill it morpheus
with your excellent meat
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 11:13 AM UTC
in love at first sight
then life changes
moon brighter at night
delightful starry night
fireflies dance splendorous
make flashes of light
and the only thing I know
heaven turns into motion
a bliss paradise
quietly fills the heart
and then thrill mind searches
stretches to hold
like thousand hands
to embrace the invisible...
yet again,
in love at first sight
deepest soul tells
this is an enchanting insomnia
a clear delightful starry night
a bliss paradise that fills the heart
are not imagination
thus, I have now is to believe in you...
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
The dark wet road reflects the neon lights
Very fast I drive towards the splendorous Dawn
While a poem is emerging from the air
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 5:41 AM UTC
Days are splendorous,
in the royal color wash,
and frost,
of November.
Four thirty is a burning torchlight
of reminiscence.
November,
older,
wiser,
But similar,
in the way that air,
is a rustle of crisp leaves,
and emotions that,
stretch across the horizon,
like an autumn parade.
Familiar,
in the way that,
shifting parameters of light,
invigorate and disturb.
Prodigious,
whispering of enchantment,
and it's Siamese twin,
disillusionment.
November,
That lingers like a somber melody,
or a dense beat,
hanging on the evening wind,
Whose disruptive energy,
is portentous,
of wakeful nights to come.
That shimmers,
and shivers,
and sings,
sending a mating call,
to ravenous winter.
November,
is a communicable pheromone,
am aphrodisiac,
A crescendo.
The yearly succubus,
crowned,
in her raucous display,
of jewels,
Her ingenious distraction,
as she drains the world
of warmth,
and daylight.
And I am hallowed.
November's champion,
riding the dark,
like a faithful steed.
A cowgirl about town.
An outlaw,
blown in on a strident wind,
Primed to partake,
of libation and lechery,
because I am restless,
and it is too brisk to wander.
November is distilled,
and flows like hot cider,
steaming in the faces,
of days it leaves cold.
It is one thousand proof,
and permeates breath vapor,
each small fog,
that lingers like an apparition.
Shades of November,
fettered from dissipation,
as winter,
in search of answers,
clutches at the evidence of its becoming.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
I have this box of splendorous dreams
Of tender schemes so filthy-pure
...dreams of dreaming
...dreams of living
...dreams of shining
...dreams of screaming
...dreams of giving
...dreams of dying
From it I am taking dreams
And forging broken, shattered schemes
These dreams, they see
And flee through me
And I see me and you see thee,
And dreams are me as dreams are we
Through me, and thee, they dream
And with their bodies see me scream
And all 'round me,
These dreams do shatter stitch-ed seams.
These dreams of love and dreams of skies and dreams of loving, living lies,
These dreams are yours and his and theirs and hers and its and ours and mine
What marv'lous creatures are these dreams who here upon my visage gaze!
What wondrous features have they in the light and dark of nights and days!
They touch and play and kiss and dance and love and sing and fly and dream!
They break and cut and bite and jump and hate and growl and swim and scream!
The fire slips betwixt their lips, and by their ears, between their thighs
The water dances on their hips and 'cross their fears and in their eyes
They glide and gleam across my hand and through my ebbing, whirling mind
They drift and fly across the sands, the grains that hold together time
They twist and turn so gracefully upon their silken, goss'mer strings
And on their tight-rope act of daze they sing and
Glide and
Ride and
Glow and
Show and
Die and
Fly and
Mate and
Hate and be...and...and...
See,
I've got a lovely box of dreams
Sitting here,
So filthy-pure...
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 2:22 PM UTC
*Last night, so enlightening
the full flower moon, illuminating
somehow brightening our words
the sun had gone, taking only the birds
leaving the sky of red mars, the alluring stars
you and I, naked traipsing through the woods
the blazing moon of firelight through the trees
a splendorous love potion, we drank the night, celestially*
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC
Hidden behind a myriad of
guises and castings of a
thousand projected distortions,
he brought himself
suspended like a pendant
detached
&
objective.
I bequeathed a
tumult of love,
tumbled down
the scope of
archaic collective conflict
that shook with a spiral quake like
the wakening of my
hallowed g a s p -
the corridor echoing of the first gallop.
Lifted the skirted veils of
celestial taffeta,
surrendered to the
feats and enchantments of
The Rider
who arrived on a
rogue wave,
crest and trough and
splendorous swells of
blue and white,
reverberating from
essence centre
like Doppler
outward my firmament fingertips,
cascading around the sphere
in astral star fall,
an overflowing cup of Milky Way
and melting atoms
into grains of sand
between the blended confines of
here and there,
escaped to the ever expansive space,
Empyrean emptiness.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
The breeze stretches and cools the season
along the country road
variegated light, leaf-filtered
from trees that lean
in rivalry for my eager eyes.
Their foliaged arms dangle, then drop
an amber snowfall all around
as if to awaken me
to the autumn creep
into my bones that click and tick
with each tottery step.
Earth awakens me to the beauty
in this splendorous season
of the gliding swaying passage
of life in alteration
and spiritual invitation
to bathe in the slow current of creation
along this road
and its cool and bright possibilities.
Dec 4, 2023
Dec 4, 2023 at 2:09 AM UTC
Atop the frail ego she mounts her merciless machine gun with which she mows down any speckle of personality that dares flicker amongst her immediate surroundings, until only her presence alone can remain untarnished and unfettered by sadistic, sardonically summarized ridicule, luminous and majestically radiating with solitary supremacy. Oh, the splendorous grandeur of self-indicted superiority, the rush of power and authority from diminishing another's essence with ruthless categorical association, the incomparable ecstasy of using their own positive attributes as their rudimentary flaws. Viscerally volatile, the cocking of the mocking gun's hammer is to be recognized as the phrase "You're just trying to be______". This is critical, for all too well she knows to a certainty that at the most essential level, one is only simply trying to be. And when you attack a person's will to try, their will to be, then you are taking aim at the one vital aspect of their existence which they hold any discernible dominion over: their character. The slaying is heinous and orgasmically fulfilling, for how can the perennial, separatist worship of Self be indulged in among so many of these "others"? But oh how exhausting it must be, the perpetually cyclic nature of the task. How can she ***** a light that doesn't exude from a distant source, but is a brother beam of the source they share? How does she extinguish the reflection of a flame off the water? Like fireflies on summer nights they disappear only to reappear again, somewhere else, reminding her of the irrevocable, irreducible power of being born and reborn again in the new moment. The self-aware ******** audacious enough to love themselves. How much of it do they really think they can withstand?
Reload.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC
by
rgpage
nuzzled tightly to his chest
she quietly begs him stay,
her gentle touch along his arms
says ‘please my love don’t go away.’
her soft lips tenderly touch his mouth
with kisses as warm as a summer’s eve.
wrapping her tightly in his arms
he lets her know that he won’t soon leave.
staring wistfully into each other’s eyes
as busy fingers silently toil,
garments loosened and cast aside,
as eager love’s longing begins its slow boil.
taking their time and guarding their urges
not letting this passion’s moment be lost.
to inner emotions brought to a boil
so often the payment of love’s urgent cost.
with muscles taut he draws her near
while inner butterflies stretch their wings.
naked bodies as yet unexplored
a course is set toward splendorous things.
kissing, caressing, an **** of motion
his fingertips track her silky soft skin.
his huge hands gently cupping her *******
embarked on an evening of beautiful sin.
with a look in her eyes of a young lover’s trance
her hands glide o’er his youthful frame.
in time fingers find their way to their mark
his desire’s aroused in love’s youthful game.
to bed now they go with its cool sheets waiting
they’ve said that they’ll know when the time is right.
supporting her frame as he lowers her down
for them their time’s now as their bodies unite.
Jan 1, 2012
Jan 1, 2012 at 6:42 AM UTC
when the sun is sulking
she swells like the moon,
a sylph bright
and naked
crescent ribs blossoming in the doorway
a bruise like a kiss
on the hollow of her
hip
footprints spot the lawn, there is
earth on her feet when she wriggles
across the quilt to where I lay
she traces the line
of my jawbone to the place
my ear nestles into my hair and she strokes
the crook of my ear lobe
there is brine between her
collar bones and I drink it in-
the salty-tang
when we lay afterward, repose,
we are splendorous in our sweaty, cavernous bodies.
she rises to rinse off. her legs, like a just born fawn’s,
tremble with a new found glory and her hips are
tender, her thighs bruised raw.
my residue shines on the expanse
between her ribs and hips
and I feel strangely attached to her
in that moment, but then she returns to bed
and it has passed.
I mourn for it,
that nameless moment.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 12:19 PM UTC
I got you seeds to celebrate
What had taken root today
And like an annual, with this I say
I’ll plant it all again
I got you seeds to represent
How we’ve weaved our spines
And bent— towards one another
To grow together, slowly as we went
How our round-up ready
Slow and steady
Romance sprouts its head
Giving new life with the price
Of growing on the dead
I got you seeds instead of flowers
(With the hope of daily showers
Falling on our head)
So that you can watch us come alive
And after a year’s time we thrive
And I promise you, should we survive,
This time next year, I’ll plant it all again.
For flowers last a week, maybe,
And in all their splendorous glory
You only get to watch them die
So slowly, it may be.
But I say we are more than that
So, with this, I tip my hat
And tell you like an English chap
“Have a jolly good day”
Because with a love like this
And promise like that
And the One we both believe in
Why the hell not?
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 2:23 AM UTC