Echoes, thoughts thrown off-course
illusive as in "vision blurring"...
ennui, with nothing to reinforce
imagery. Silence disturbed by purring,
odd admixture of buzzing and whirring.
Categories:
admixture, mental health,
Form: Quintain (English)
At the scene of Gambling
Discreet voices
And ones rambling:
An easy riot of smell
That could sicken ' The Well '
At where cards fall,
A silencing admixture of mankind,
Whom you could foxes call.
On the eyes with tear drops
Nothing might them dry
As the heat of the heart tops
And due at last, an audible cry.
For the hands that uncommonly fold
Some finishing bomb is ticking
And they don't need to be told
what they should be picking:
Rarely, the wins find their way to banks
All too soon blown away within their ranks.
What a gambler tells his wife
is to forget it ever happened
Or keep picturing the piercing knife
And the gash it opened.
Categories:
admixture, poems, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
1st Whisk a combination of thought
2nd Inter flow the soul with the spirit
3rd Fuse your compound of love together
5th Admixture of others casing a union
6th Then hotchpotch and mash it up
7th Agitate bullies using the strength of all
8th Place in the soul forever
9th Cook until love appears
10th Then write poetry using this form
Throw in a dash of humor
Called: Free Spirit Poetry
Categories:
admixture, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Hence it begins!
Admixture of utmost sins,
A flower purple and thin,
Iris that is as blue as it's ever been.
Do not decipher nor should you commentate
What is understood among the thoughts,
Shared in silence and candle light,
Sipped from the glass or nibbled in a bite.
When I look as deep as I can
No sparrow sits in the centre of a palm
It is the raven black raven
That sits, nodding its head
Under the Sun, almost like none.
There is no live, there is no dead
When it is all said and done
There is
A flower purple and thin,
Iris that is as blue as it's ever been.
Amidst separation that's a burden of a kind
The heavenly red-shift
Taken as a rift
Offers life and all the joy,
Celestial and cosmic,
Atop and adrift,
Perceived as controlled and off-course
Of course,
There is no better gift
A flower purple and thin,
Iris that is as blue as it's ever been.
Categories:
admixture, family,
Form: Free verse
Daydreaming
With will unwavering
Riding a robust horse
Pakshiraj or Pegasus
The winning force
Empowers one to reach the distant shore
Sky height unforeseen before
But lagging in tenacity it’s often abandoned
Fading dream-flower crumbles or
Die in the bud.
Dreams of the night
Are often haphazard, delinked
Flashes from the recently viewed scenes
Or distorted pieces from life’s stories
Surface from the subconscious depth
Meaningless, devoid of wealth
Give us miseries remaining incomplete
Desires end in surfeit.
Dreams flowering here and there
Dry without getting care
Dreams are after all dreams
Rarely giving us wholesome hints
Of anything present, past or future;
Events in it are haphazard admixture
Of heterogeneous stories one forgets
A realist often neglects.
If you consider that nothing finally fails
You can try to catch a dream by its tail
And rise up through memory’s trailing path
To its head to find if it’s worth.
Born with dream from our birth
We strongly hope to find its worth
In every New Year
Beyond its wear and tear
New Year beacons us towards the future.
Categories:
admixture, dream,
Form: Lyric
There’s a harsh river that’s flowing outside,
I can hear it from inside the house;
While I’m still slumbering after my rouse –
It is tugging the sand and eroding the riverside.
It is uprooting tragically the trees from within;
Yes it’s quite ugly in its flow –I don’t tease,
It’s true because it is breaking its new lease;
I surmise, its turbulent flow breaks a fish a fin.
And to add, the rain is pouring heavily with hail still,
Intensifying its flow at riptide; I hear a ripple in fine
And fast rough water that breaks the riverine –
And the sound of shivering and swaying water lily.
And as sweet with these admixture of sounds I fall asleep;
As solely does the sleep in sound mine is just too deep.
Categories:
admixture, river,
Form: Sonnet
She grows in more than one territory
gaurded yet lofty, armored, but so smooth,
perfuming Day and Night with seductive melodrama,
never leaves home without her crimson camouflage
nor without smiling thorns,
horns of hunger, an insatiable eater of hearts
an angel of love born in blood,
she will scream in circles for your attention
curl her petals at your touch
and season One with sensuous soil,
kiss with a hiss and convert anger into bliss,
a Viper Rose is never sold, only given,
you pay with soul for her texture
she provides the everlasting erotic admixture,
she is the rose that moves me to prayer,
the woman that wows me into baths of fire -
Happy Valentine's Day Eve ** An original woman that I love more than heaven -
By Poet - Adam/J.A.B.
Categories:
admixture, beauty, best friend, bible,
Form: Ballad