“Later that day” repost of an earlier poem. #poem #poetry #verse

Later that day
Following in the wake
Of the ravages of a merciless storm
The face of the eventide sky
Red from weeping
Upon a sheet of lilac reclining
That bore the angry welts of purple hue
Of the stricken kingdom celestial
Verily for succour did appeal
To the glowing sunset
Who upon the afflicted did bestow
Myriad blandishments honeyed
With a soothing balm of pure gold a’blended
Upon the wounded defeated
Before the great daystar
Abed tenderly die lie
Beside the injured
Perchance for all to slumber awhile
Until morning and healing anew were nigh

d.a.simpson

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“The storm brooded” repost of an earlier poem. #poem #poetry #verse

The storm brooded upon the horizon
It glowered and scowled
Beneath its furrowed brow of anger foreboding
As its shirt tails it gathered
Into sharp pleats a’menacing
Of slate grays and angry purples
That met the finality of indigos and granite blacks
At the borderlands where sea meets sky
Beneath bubbling clouds a’rolling
With pent up aggression a’simmer
Their boiling point barely suppressed
Nor held in check
By the overlord of the firmament
Who above the impending drama did hover
His baton held aloft
Emitting lightning strikes
Across the firmament a streaming
As myriad arrows of brilliant white
From a celestial quiver
With anticipation ever increasing
The command to issue awaiting
For the assault to commence
Upon the target in innocence clothed
Lining the shores of the beach
A sleepy hamlet of ramshackle dwellings
By age misshapen
A portrait of tranquil contentment
From a bygone age
By lack of preparation afflicted
For the ravages to come
By the thunderstorm merciless inflicted

d.a.simpson

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“Later that day” #poem #poetry #verse

Later that day
Following in the wake
Of the ravages of a merciless storm
The face of the eventide sky
Red from weeping
Upon a sheet of lilac reclining
That bore the angry welts of purple hue
Of the stricken kingdom celestial
Verily for succour did appeal
To the glowing sunset
Who upon the afflicted did bestow
Myriad blandishments honeyed
With a soothing balm of pure gold a’blended
Upon the wounded defeated
Before the great daystar
Abed tenderly die lie
Beside the injured
Perchance for all to slumber awhile
Until morning and healing anew were nigh

d.a.simpson

Image: Sebastian Gabriel on Unsplash

“The storm brooded upon the horizon” #poem #poetry #verse

The storm brooded upon the horizon
It glowered and scowled
Beneath its furrowed brow of anger foreboding
As its shirt tails it gathered
Into sharp pleats a’menacing
Of slate grays and angry purples
That met the finality of indigos and granite blacks
At the borderlands where sea meets sky
Beneath bubbling clouds a’rolling
With pent up aggression a’simmer
Their boiling point barely suppressed
Nor held in check
By the overlord of the firmament
Who above the impending drama did hover
His baton held aloft
Emitting lightning strikes
Across the firmament a streaming
As myriad arrows of brilliant white
From a celestial quiver
With anticipation ever increasing
The command to issue awaiting
For the assault to commence
Upon the target in innocence clothed
Lining the shores of the beach
A sleepy hamlet of ramshackle dwellings
By age misshapen
A portrait of tranquil contentment
From a bygone age
By lack of preparation afflicted
For the ravages to come
By the thunderstorm merciless inflicted

d.a.simpson

Image by Comfreak on Pixabay

“The heavens reposed” #poem #poetry #verse

The heavens reposed
Upon the land
As a thin veil
And the clean air
Of a cool dusk
Did shroud the bay
In a delicate breath
Of translucent mist
That did adorn the tranquil realm
With an air of mystery
That from their warm homes
Drew the crowds
To stroll the semicircle
Of the surrounding hills
Like sentries
Their watchtowers patrolling
Against brigands and pirates
To guard
Who would seek their dainty treasure
For to steal
Under the cloak
Of the approaching darkness unseen

d.a.simpson

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“With his ice cold regard” #poem #poetry #verse

With his ice cold regard
As cold as his heart of stone
King crow did neither his disdain
Nor contempt conceal
To’ard the comical gait
Of a nearby common pigeon
About the greenwald a’strutting
As up and down
And this way and that
The pigeon his comical head he did bob
His expression majesterial did seem to say
What a ludicrous loathsome way
The confounded simpleton
To locomote does chose
For indeed such a spectacle preposterous
We never ever have witnessed
Before our royal personage presented
Such a vulgar display of clumsiness and clowning
‘Tis thus little wonder
That we ourselves personally
Are our royal majesty corbus rex
While thou art merely a mediocre subspecies
From the lowliest of orders most odious
With thy plain coat of dull grey
Offensively drab in the extreme
Thy gaudy collar of white most tawdry
And for a nincompoop such as thyself aptly fitting
Compared to mine sleek ebony robe
Hand sewn by the royal tailor
And a very cohort
Of faceless unknown minions meaningless

d.a.simpson

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“Gracious was the eventide” #poem #poetry #verse

Gracious was the eventide
With generosity of hue
And elaborate display
That upon the land below
It did bestow at the close of day
When night
In the shadowy wings awaited
For the realm below to delight
With a grand parade
Across the firmament
From East to West
Of golds and buttery daffodil yellows
Of vibrant crimsons
Flamingo pinks and pale apricots
That did seeped and flow
From great star of day
Into the far reaches of yon horizon
As the setting sun
And the wearying sky
Together did meld
As each other they did clasp
In an embrace most tender
For to dance their last waltz
In robes of pale hyacinthine
And tangerine orange attired
Edged in hems
Of deep purples and rich indigos
Beneath the taut canvas ceiling
That above the world entire
Its monumental arch did spread

d.a.simpson

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“The roar of the oceans” #poem #poetry #verse

The roar of the oceans
Its task complete
Rests awhile
Dormant it lies
Beneath the lofty firmament
Behind the mountainous walls
Forbidding
With their hearts of granite
And endurance as strong as steel
That since the very dawn of time
Do guard the city
Of tides and tempests
Until the voice of the sea
From its slumber
Does rouse it anew
At the hour of the waxing moon
Upon a storm filled night
For its task to reprise

d.a.simpson

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“An opaque day” #poem #poetry #verse

An opaque day
About the realm
Did uncertain hover
In cloaks of smokey grays
And veils of muted lilacs
As the hours
Did slowly unfold
While shrouds of moisture
Upon the land
Did imperceptibly descend
While a malignant lethargy insidious
That drained the very resolve from all
Heavy as an overcast sky
With mists of uncertain greens a’swirling
Did life entire subjugate
And the vigour and spirit
Of all life did much sap
As heavy it did hang
In the drab aftermath
Of a relentless downpour
As to its vanquished prey
It clung resolute
Like a chronic malady indeterminate

d.a.simpson

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“On a placid lagoon of sapphire” #poem #poetry #verse

On a placid lagoon of sapphire
Soon after nightfall
There glowed bright a lone white star
That hung precarious low
At the hem
Of the cloak of deep indigo
That did cover the vaulted chamber
Itself for to regard
On the smooth metallic mirror below
Reflected
While across the surface
Of the glassy waters
There did waft a gentle zephyr
As the star delighted to see itself dance
Upon such a stage most splendid
And soon enough
High in the lofty heavens
Myriad admirers stellar did throng
Along with one vast opal moon
At the scene extraordinary for to marvel
In the watery theatre performed
By a glittering company
Of a million sparkling diamonds a’shimmering
And one sublime lunar gem iridescent
d.a.simpson

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