I sit enthralled,
on mesh bench,
honeycomb pattern,
close of afternoon,
jaw-dropping stretch ,
cars drift by,
cordial wave,
from otherworldly,
enigmatic stranger,
whose astral path,
I may have crossed,
in urban flyby,
face to face,
amidst sojourn littered,
with ethereal clouds,
glowing chatters,
sunny disposition,
from affable dwellers,
gladsome day experience,
now whither that,
mystery figure
Affable unflappable an incomparable parable & fable
Telegraph path defending ending era sending a cable
As Indian power does deflower our Test tower of Babel
Reliant on our defiant thoroughbred in the Kiwi stable
Does what says on the label as Kane so keen and able
Hushed kudos so humble yet giant sat at the top table
Hardy a great first rate trait played ball late almost tardy
Held aloft by hands so soft weaving his third man spree
Inner fire to the wire winner desire is Kane down to a tee
Outwitting Kohli and sitting pretty on top of the WTC tree
Fitting in his twilight dimming the limelight is not about me
Travesty not to marvel at artistry & majesty of his tapestry
Heavenly ability with angelic humility part of a holy trinity
Stoic & heroic Martin's successor a professor still ego free
With Crowe & Hadlee bestow Black cap history our nobility
Affinity for infinity for all three so totally Kiwi simply divinity
Rain-soaked communities,
Flooded roads,
Muddy pathways,
Sleeping in solitude of silence at nightfall.
Neglected communities,
Uneven and pebbled roads,
Living in the shadows of civilisation,
Struggling to rise,
Weakened by the tranquillity of the unspoken.
Deprived communities,
Lacking the benefits of novelty of time,
Caught in the web of delayed progress,
Gazing into dark reflections.
Affable communities,
Where strangers are not lost in the meadow,
Awakening communities,
Still connecting the dots that brighten tomorrow.
April 21, 2026.
A bright breeze rustled the cottonwoods
Whilst passerines sang and flew
Beneath the woolly like clouds.
What was love? A hush of dawn?
A breath between raindrops?
The soft rumble of a waterfall?
No, no, it was something much more.
It was a song vibrating amongst the pines
It was an echo I cannot forget in this life.
Betty, Betty, a thunderous steady call.
My dear, my sweetheart, an affable echo,
That I heard all around the thick forest.
She walked in thick boots through the snow.
Carrying snowdrops, those I love so much
Do you really love me so? Always a tease.
We hugged and kissed and danced
Upon the cold chilly snow of yesterday.
And as sunset approached, we retired
To our cottage and partook a hearty meal.
A crack in the concrete is a canyon,
a fissure enough to let a slice of green grow
with no gentle hands to cradle the sapling,
no affable soil to support the tender roots.
As the dust settles on the leaves of endurance
like silence enwrapping an abandoned life,
survival is the dispensation of the introvert,
unfolding in a space that’s not meant for life.
Outside, the world is an indistinct panorama,
the scenes move to make an alien array,
encased within the familiar frame of isolation,
where self-shadow is the only companion.
Yet, the weed survives the pangs of desertion alone,
perhaps because existence is the willful rising
to thrive even when no one cares to own,
for, it’s a life defined by what can be endured.
When existence is the emblem of withering forlorn,
after sprouting with the essence of insolence,
helping to bloom lonely life with the touch of hope,
waiting for the spring that’s never promised.
O spark of divine,
Your creed is mine,
Smile and be kind,
Keep giving in mind,
You're cute and affable,
Yes, totally lovable,
Through each bliss bomb,
Fun loving with aplomb,
We share so magically,
Sage laughter capably,
Great gift you are to me,
Admire you eternally.
After all the agonizing years when I drifted,
a day dawns from the debris of hope
with the sunrise aura of the future,
my appetency rises from the dust of dream.
The bursting beams of the rising sun,
slicing through the ether of my emptiness,
carry your essence to my mind I configure
as an urn to contain my universe of memory.
The allure of the affable contours of your face,
assures me I could tone down
my bitter feeling and absolve myself of
the abysmal attribution of dismal discontent.
The flicker of your sparkling smile like a flower,
caressed by the jasmine ripples of zephyr,
flows with your fragrance with whisper of the past,
fills my psyche I craft as a crystalline time capsule.
When floral lattice designs the motif of my longing,
the buds emit the aroma of your redolence.
As the bottle of emotion I open time and again
the perfume of memory suffuses my heart.
I see in your glaring eyes wide open,
you’ve an inferno of anger burning within.
The tongue splutters words of the vitriolic mind
like the acid rain showering spite.
Your sane senses scorched by the wild fire
turn into ember ashes of malice.
Even then I don’t abandon you
in the simmering cauldron of hatred,
nor do I try to blaze you in return
with the flame of vengeance,
for I know you can’t spew wrath in my soul,
and fire can’t douse another fire.
I inundate you instead in forgiveness,
flowing as the fountain of benevolence.
The spout of affable elements drenches you,
extinguish the fire of disdain.
As you rise from the ashes of composure,
I see you in the shadow of repentance.
I pray to God to give me the strength of mind
and the wisdom of compassionate senses,
to endure the deliberate wrong doing,
so, the spurt of divine forgiveness,
emanating from the fountain of my benign soul,
I can bestow to those pledging sincere penitence.
The sailorman named Popeye
better known as Olive Oyl’s guy
seemed nothing more than an affable fishmonger
until he downed spinach to make him stronger
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
There will surely be a guide ~
charting my path,
protecting,
and leading me
to my destined destination in life.
As if it were a promised payment
God made to me from heaven.
A visible hand
tucked out from an invisible tucker,
In a canoe on a river ~
gently rowing me along its flow.
Many near-deaths averted,
Many of life's debts miraculously paid,
many stale breaths,
yet never for a moment ceased.
All threats to my existence –
God canceled them,
sometimes with my sweat,
other times with just a little fret.
Yet still, I never got my feet wet or smelly,
even when I trudged through the sludge
left behind by life's avarice;
not a faint trace of the caprice
that clouds my destined destination.
There has to be only one explanation ~
providence,
not merely serendipity,
For I can see the hands of the I Am That I Am,
whispering their ubiquity,
through a tiny voice –
often feeble, yet ably affable,
I am cognisant of its presence,
especially when I disobey its warnings.
All these are never through kismet or fortuity ~
they are simply the ways of providence.
Case closed.
Genuine
Radiant
Agreeable
Considerate
Eccentric
Educated
Leader
Inner beauty
Zesty
Affectionate
Brave
Enlightening
Trusting
Hard working
Very funny
Affable
Ultra deluxe edition
Graceful (see what I did there)
Helpful
Natural
Charming cheerful chemist chummy classic clement capacious
Aesthetic affable agile alchemist alert ambitious ascetic
Terrific teacher thankful thoughtful tranquil trusty telepathic
* I love cats :)
* Acrostic Agility Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Oliver Mckeithan.
Affable people
are likeable fools
Divorced from the moment
their banter unspools
Affable people
in search of a creed
Amusing examples
— of folly indeed
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
It's my nephew's birthday
Kendrick by name to be precise
I feel excited and rejuvenated
His birth ignited my burning desire
Awakening my soul
Shifting my perspectives
Shedding old beliefs
He turned 1 year old today.
I admires his attributes
He smiles so bright
Naturally endowed with creativities
I wow and bow
"Whenever I watch his activities"
He's happy and optimistic
A wondrous baby, wunderkind I think.
He's differ but special, very unique.
Even at a very tender age,
He does and give what none can't
Get to know him and you'll see it's true
Wishing him a magnificent birthday
I pray his days on earth be glorious just as he's.
Happy womb escape day my amiable and affable nephew.
It was, perhaps it still is, popular to take aerial pictures
of farms, frame them, visit the relevant farms and try
to sell them. I had a suitcase full and walked from farm
to the farm I didn’t sell many and was tired when I came to
a small farm, so minor that it was not in my portfolio.
I was thirsty it was July but, I wore a suit with tie to look
businesslike. Knocked on the door it was opened by
a woman who looked affable – this was long ago these
days no one opens doors to strangers- I asked for some
water and she led me to a well lowered a bucket and up
came a pail full of the coolest nectar. We spoke, a widow
a tractor accident had killed him, and she was childless.
I felt a strong sexual pull towards her and could read in her
eyes she felt the same also, but I was too timid to act on it.
I thanked her warmly and left. Years later I read about her
had been married five times and poisoned all her husbands’.
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