Rhapsodic Poetic Pearls

~breathe me

There are times when poetry is just simply, poetry

    words coming together that sing a song or rhyme

  ideal ideas summoned within muse's rhapsodic thoughts 

   more often times about death or eternal life

Love's blindness or universal forgiveness

   pearls of wisdom don'd in a pen's signature 

Grand reasoning of exhilarating proportions

       script'd without fear or apprehension,

             or just fun to roll off the tongue

  Saucy soul sisters serendipitously saunter   

  Bodacious baubles bubble beautifully bound

It's remembrances, past, future and todays

   exalted lovers who cuddle and coo us  

    & those which are the bane of our existence  

Rainbows and stars leaping over cobalt'd blue moons,

       cherished reminiscent of bygone days

Gods, goddesses, fairies and berry, cherry dust

   

Kisses a bazillion miles deep, marmalade delusions,

       hugs that reach across skies, wrapp'd in tissue'd allusions

Dancing upon stratospheres of nectar'd light

 Joie de vivre of pickled posies

   held together with flecks of luminosity's glow 

Apricot and golden threads of an echoes' flow

    indistinguishable like two peas in a pod

  tantamount to polar opposite compulsions

     or scatter'd altered sentiments at random

      tango together to console inamorata's tiffs 

Flamboyant and flashy or restrained, no rules apply

    still playfully submerged on paper

Grandiose finale of rhythms imaginative encore

    a celebration in life's masterpiece of poetic license

Author's Note

Reviews

[Blue]

"Love's blindness or universal forgiveness
pearls of wisdom don'd in a pen's signature"

My favorite lines.

I love poems which deal with poetry and you nailed this one, Frieda. I love your alliteration in:
"Saucy soul sisters serendipitously saunter" and "Bodacious baubles bubble beautifully bound".

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Arzel, jazz'd you enjoyed this one, just so happens I adore poems about poetry too.

[Mark]

Your words are indeed a rhythmic rhumba of rhapsodies! Miles of metaphors of meticulous delight!
Thak you once again!

[Frieda P]

Woo a Rhumba, I love it, thanks so much Mark.

[Ai Lun]

It's getting hard for me to think of new ways to tell you that I love the way you write! :P But I shall attempt it yet again. The way your words flow is amazing and the definition of poetry that you describe throughout is extremely relevant to the truth of things. Also you seem to write with a sense of happiness or lightheartedness within your poetry that is not seen in the works of many poets. Well done! :)

[Frieda P]

Ha apparently you've only happened upon the happy ones, beware ;-P Thanks again, you've just made my day my friend. :-)

[Ai Lun]

You deserve all of the compliments I give Frieda! :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

Your love for poetry could not be penned better or with more finesse.You are truly a wordsmith dear friend :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much my sweet Hell companion, muchly appreciated, you think this one gets me a reprieve? ;-)

[Vidya Bacchus]

Hahaha you wish :)

[Frieda P]

What's a gal gotta do? ;-)

[Vidya Bacchus]

A gal's gotta stop screwing with the poor fairy tale creatures lol

[Frieda P]

Talk to the hand, or the muse I meant ;-)

[Vidya Bacchus]

Haaha you crack me up.Well that seems to be a no so to pinnocchio and all the others who have suffered at your hand all I can say is "I tried, the woman will not see reason "

[Frieda P]

Funny you should bring up Pinnocchio again. hahah :-)

[Vidya Bacchus]

I just love him and his enormous .......... nose .Of course I meant nose :)

[Frieda P]

I'm sure that's why you keep revisiting him....ha

[Vidya Bacchus]

Yes you have found me out I have a thing for wood lol

[icelandicblue]

You've captured the conundrum of the infinite boundaries of poetry...there are none and yet your poetic synopsis captures so much of who and what we are and how we express ourselves in our never ending search to find meaning. I loved the cherry dust, I found that so appealing as were so many other things within the context of your words both said and inferred. You speak of the complexity and the simplicity we all grapple with, but without it we could not sing of life the way we do within our poetry. Brava Frieda, brava.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Anne, I love this review, I concur...jazz'd you liked cherry dust it almost came out angel, my mind is stuck, you know what I mean.....x

[ron]

Kisses a bazillion miles deep, marmalade delusions, hugs that reach across skies, wrapp'd in tissue'd allusions

Love this part Frieda. Your a wondrously talented poet.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much ron, I had a moment of blissful insanity. ;-)

[ron]

You are most welcome Frieda. Thank you for sharing your blissful insanity.

[Scott Metro]

Great write here Frieda...clear and easy to digest.
Nice words and phrases..

Excellent
Scotty

[Frieda P]

Jazz'd you enjoyed Scotty. :-)

[Scott Metro]

:)
Scotty..

[redflutterby]

Ha....that first line is perfect and sooo true. Sometimes poetry is just that...poetry. A cluster of words and thoughts strung together like a fine pearl necklace.Not inspired by or referring to anyone or any feelings that the poet has or had. Its not directed at anyone...theres no hidden message or deeper meaning. Its simply a creation of the poets own imagination. But oh how it can effect us... ;-)

[Frieda P]

Exactly, thanks so much Red, you're a smart cookie monster. ;-)

[s y e]

I'm the cookie monster.....

[redflutterby]

Eh....me want cooookkkiiiieeessss.....
Lmao... ;-ppp
I'm rarely wrong you know... ha!!!

[s y e]

Nooooo, the cookiesss are miiiiine, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

[Frieda P]

No fighting gurls there's plenty of brownies to go around, eh I meant cookies ;-)

[s y e]

I will sissy fight Red......

[Frieda P]

Are you out of your mind, she has a whip!...........

[s y e]

I have a belt..............

[Frieda P]

She also is a natural redhead! ;-P

[redflutterby]

Lmao....in dont girl fight Noodle. It goes against my b***h nature!! I fight dirty...job in the eye and punch to the throat!! Heeheeeheeeee...

[redflutterby]

Did someone say brownies?? Id slap my own grandma for one right now!! Stand back....

[Frieda P]

oh my you're messing up my perdy poetry ;-P

[s y e]

Sheesh girl, you're the devil in disguise..... too bad I'm a witch.... lets b***h fight!

[ron]

Are the girls fighting again? Some one should put those two in separate corners.

[s y e]

I love my cuz, she knows that Ron.... I'd b***h fight her any day! ;-)

[ron]

I know I should walk away on this...but I can't help my self. Grabs some popcorn and sits to watch :)

[redflutterby]

Ssshhhhhh..... dont mess up Friedas perdy poem.... she will slap us all!!

[s y e]

She won't slap moi, she lurves moi!

[ron]

That depends on what kind of slap she gives ;)

[redflutterby]

I dont know...shes a tad cranky today!! Better not take the chance... ha!! ;-p

[s y e]

Backs away slowly.....................

[ron]

Stands my ground...

[gabrielle]

What a stunning way to summarize all the feelings and emotions we want to impart in our poetry. poetic license --- that's my excuse (but should not be) whenever i made blunder in my writes. ;)

[Frieda P]

Ha you can look at it both ways I guess, a license to drive your poetic point home. ;-) Grazie mille gabrielle. ;-)

[Coyote Poetry]

Mr. Dryden would enjoy this poem. His logic was to write to expand visions and thoughts. This poem does. I like the journey into dance of the magic of word and places. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

I think that's exactly what poetry does for many of us, thanks so much Coyote.

[Angel]

Utterly magical. Incomparably beautiful. This has totally wrapped itself around my mind...

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much sweet Angel, you're too kind my friend.