Veiled In Verse: A Poetic Masquerade

               Adorned in masks, poets gather in thrall

               Veiled figures read at the masquerade ball

               Alliterations flutter like wings in flight

               Narratives weave through the shadows of night

               Timeless sonnets rise, grand words on display

               Ghosts of old writers, their echoes, they stay

               Ambrosial notes fill the air with delight

               Riddles revealed by our eyes in the light

               Dreams weave like ivy, their pathways, a pardon

               Ease into seats, let the senses unharden

               Now is the time, the place? Avant Garden!

Avant Garden Poetry Amphitheater

October 19, 2024

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By the Porch's Dim Light

Walking through webs in the quiet dawn

Porch concealed in shadowed light

Spider's touch, a chilling bond

My heart leaps fast in sudden fright

Hayride to the Snapdragons (Pantoum)

Wagon creaks along dusty trails

Crisp air tinged, autumn perfume

Passing fields, gold leaf prevails

Apples ripe beneath the bloom

Crisp air tinged, autumn perfume

Errant boughs hang low with fruit

Apples ripe beneath the bloom

Overhead skies in azure suit

Errant boughs hang low with fruit

Plucking rubies from the green

Overhead skies in azure suit

October moments, a harvest scene

Plucking rubies from the green

Passing fields, gold leaf prevails

October moments, a harvest scene

Wagon creaks along dusty trails

At the Orchard

 

Minards Family Farms

Sunday, October 6, 2024

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Dodging The Downpour (Villanelle)

Tears crash down from shaded sky

Poison from a serpent’s bite 

Soaking flesh, the soul keeps dry

What woes would make the heavens cry?

Amid jolting flash and thunderous might

Tears crash down from shaded sky

Bear the burden of grievous lie

To break the gloom with inner bright

Soaking flesh, the soul keeps dry

In heavy air, the earth does sigh

Portent of a spirit’s plight

Tears crash down from shaded sky

Against all umbra hope does fly

When dark clouds yield to Holy light

Soaking flesh, the soul keeps dry

Scatter fog with wakened eye

'Til morning casts the sun to flight

Tears crash down from shaded sky

Soaking flesh, the soul keeps dry

Ecclesiastes 12: 13-14, "The Conclusion of the Matter"

Ecclesiastes 12: 1-8, "Remember Your Creator"

Scenes From Saturdays On the Sound

 

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Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8, "A Time for Everything"

Ecclesiastes 2: 17-26, "Toil Is Meaningless"