And This Rain
Your verse became a misty trip to distant links
maybe the reason of sun's dodging was false,
affection left behind the borderlines and brinks
reminds of your ethereal, betrothal pulse.
Our time is still, with eyes to shine, conceived,
so is your company, outside my car to stray,
a fog rescinds while slowly falls, two souls bereaved,
the arbor trees in dusky light, remote sway.
The nightly breeze becomes your touch upon my face,
conducts unknown my course to steady effuse,
our steadfast floats upon the brines that dreams encase,
a summer song of longing stills and souls' bemuse.
How many sentiments a railroad trip ascribes
beyond horizon's borderlines and faded strings,
caressing touch of fingertips by airy brides,
- your Sunday advent will become a bird that sings.
Perchance you are bending softly on my scriptures,
inside a car of an expatriating train,
while I recall on Storrow Drive, your nightly features,
- as we have missed our dreamy summer and this rain.
© 10/9/2011, G. Venetopoulos All rights reseved
Featuring:) Giorgio Veneto
She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain
before the time they met - her steps commence.
She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum,
her love turned to escape and cloudy string
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring.
The first light cotton mists with summer rays
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land,
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays,
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand.
Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.
Enjoy the FRAGRANCE OF RAIN
FRAGRANCE OF RAIN
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
America the Free ~ America the Brave ~
Freedom with price Capitalism attacked
the many taken hearts broken still
one World try to rebuild
sadness and tears fall hard with fears
guilt by association many accused still
souls evaporated shattered dreams
tears fall on innocence left with anger
The proud fearless knew the inevitable
policeman fireman many lives lost
grieving does not stop 12 years later
New York city once proud & shameless
refusing to let fears in protecting ours
left in shock still question's unanswered
nothing learned nothing gained
ready to attack many left behind
anger greets denial anger meets rage
unacceptable still refusing new love
wanting days to rewind let us go back in time
acceptance allowing the victims leave in peace
the brave taken young leaving us sadly old
haunting dreams lost spirits dwell
no answers to hate never forgetting that day
Evil entered suddenly unforgiving fate
entering our City we stand with the fallen
How to fix how do we Change
This can be read many different ways ~ This is a poem I am so proud to write ~
The Magic of September Wind
The cool soothing breeze,
Which blows today,
Shall not be the same,
Touching my heart tomorrow.
The night Moon which peeps,
From behind the moving clouds,
Shall be telling,
A different story tomorrow.
The stars which appears to be,
Singing a Song,
When the cool wind touches,
May not twinkle with a smile tomorrow.
The alluring clouds,
Which moves and swings in the sky,
With the dancing leaves and trees,
Will be forming some new shapes tomorrow.
The butterflies and birds,
Which sings a joyous song,
To welcome the blooming flowers and wind,
May not be spreading their wings tomorrow.
The Rainbow which has opened,
Gateway of colors to invite and welcome,
The migrating birds of September,
May not be visible even after Rains tomorrow.
All that moves and fills my heart,
With the beauty of Nature and the magic of Love,
May be pleasing some other eyes,
And it wouldn't be called mine tomorrow.
But the joy and love they have given to me,
While enchanting my mind and heart,
Will never vanish from the thoughts of my mind, and
It would remain there as a Song for today and tomorrow.
Kanpur India 07th September 2012
The Clanking Chain of Wild Geese
I was watching the September sky every day,
With a hope to once again get a glance,
Of the clanking chains of those lovely wild geese,
That suddenly appears with their music melodies,
But quietly they disappear every year,
Like a Rainbow that comes and gets lost gradually.
No one knows when like a rainbow,
The wild geese would appear suddenly,
While changing their forms like clouds in the sky,
Mesmerizing our eyes for few seconds or more, and then,
Disappearing in the sky, like the dim vanishing evening.
The wild geese often appear in the sky,
Forming a shape like the garland of God,
And quickly changing shapes, like our emotions,
While moving in the sky like an arrow,
They sing the joyous songs of today, not tomorrow.
Forgetting the past and the future like an arrow,
Which keeps running, until it reaches its marrow,
The destination to pierce a heart,
They create either a joy or sorrow,
While singing a song of today, not tomorrow.
Oh, September sky I watch,wonder with ,
And hope to see them once again,
My childhood friends wild Geese,
Coming from north and vanishing in south,
Like my thoughts which arise and fall.
But this year, I did not see the winged necklaces of God,
Neither could I see a rainbow being formed,
Nor even hear their chorus like songs,
No clanking of wings, No music of their joys,
No rise and fall of images like thoughts,
No sounds and music touching my heart.
One day, I was stunned to hear,
The species of goose are in great danger,
Man has stolen many of even God’s necklaces,
The rainbow of birds and the grandeur of sky,
A great heritage of Nature is vanishing before our eyes.
Oh, my sweet friend,
Will I ever be able to see and hear you again?
When you would clank your wings, in the windless sky,
Creating a dance and music, on such lofty heights,
Where no musician can ever fly,
With a hope till I am here on this earth my friend,
I would keep waiting and watching
For you O wild Geese in the September sky.
Kanpur India. 1st Oct. 2010
Dedicated to my loving wife Dr. Shashi Kapoor, as a birthday gift for her
Birthday on 2nd Oct. who loves animals and birds more than any thing
One night all alone in the garden
Under September skies;
The moon was gone but the starlight shone
And glowed like your beautiful eyes.
Away from the shimmer and lamplight
I stood so lonely there;
While the noise of the throng was loud in song
And floated on the air.
You looked down through the starlight
And I looked up at you;
A memory came that I could not name
A feeling unknown and new.
We were lovers for a short time only
So why should I feel such pain?
To know you would go where tomorrow
Would not bring you to me again.
The time that flies fast between us
Can never be captured I know;
For hours now sleep and eyes now weep
As the turmoil spins below.
But I know that I shall remember
Though I will try my best to forget;
How I looked in your eyes under September skies
After the moon had set
it’s always august’s end
that bothers me the most
i feel that brush of cool air
press against me
like a kiss on dead lips
the trees are now painted
a sunset’s reflection
but all i see is red
in summer’s end
the leaves dance gracefully
beneath the winds
one last time
before they fall
the trees will soon stand
blank of life
like you and you and you
and my mind
as i remember
as i watched them
fall from life
amongst summer’s end
as the morning rose
charcoal feathery clouds
blended with the ebony backdrop
the yellow shimmer
of the falcate moon
offered little light
the air was thick
with smokey white trails
that lifted from damp lawns
my mind drifted
like tires on asphalt
trying to remain grounded
on the roadway
another gray Monday
setting my mood
this last day of September
less red than the edges
of these clouds
as the sun began her rise
my thoughts shifted
much like this day
life towards death
then back again
the pink splashes
in sun's wake
reminded me of you
and your wake
the air chilled me
like a kiss from cold lips
as they part from life
yet memories warmed me
like the touch of sun
as it beat down
from skies that now
match the blue of my own eyes
the clouds have all faded
much like life did
from eyes that closed
that final time
though the trees
are changing like the times
i see through the green
the orange, yellow, red
peeking through the edges
awaiting to take flight in the wind
and spiral down
grounded in death
the air is thick this morning
as i choke on tears held back
in remembering September again
She was afraid and all alone.
Her heart breaking
as it beat for only him.
She felt her life was empty
and lonely all around.
Sometimes she would sit and cry
for dreams that couldn't be found.
My best friend.
Someone I shared my thoughts with,
told secrets to,
even fought with.
Sweet little Missy.
Then one morning she was gone.
My heart froze in fear
and for her I would shed one last tear.
I'll never know why she left,
why she couldn't stay.
God grant me one more day.
Now she talks to angels
on her stairway to heaven.
Would the world forgive?
Destruction of twin towers
echoes of cries and pain
all the nations in prayer
Ghosts and ashes the remainings
Its hard to forget,yet lets try to forgive
(Don't hate them ,hate their deed) Charma