if i read you my poem
silently
will you hear all the
dumb dumb
in between the spaces
where the divine
touchés
amusing you, telling you
to share
what you saw in the dark
believe me
there is always more
and those aficionados
who believe
blindly
that their words belong to them
only
how blessed we are
to be almost
remote
and to spin our wheels
within
and without each other
and yet
we pay each other a debt
as we turn over
Spring seeds of poetry
hand to hand
i’ll digress
while standing on my hands
my fingerprints
in beach sand, in primordial goop,
on the moon and sun,
on everyone
if you read me your poem
silently
i’ll hear all the
dumb dumb
Categories:
aficionados, community, poems, writing,
Form: Free verse
Nothing is lovelier than the perfect rose
Exploding with color from a single bud
A vivid red nothing surpasses, I suppose
Favorite of lovers and vain bluebloods,
Aficionados excitedly await the bloom
Master gardeners eagerly show them,
Camera at ready with a magnifying zoom
For an exquisite annual with prickly stem,
Well photographed before a coming rain
For such beauty may never again appear
It is snipped for a vase to extend its reign,
But, I suspect it will come back next year.
Written August 12, 2022
Categories:
aficionados, flower, red, rose,
Form: Rhyme
Aficionados here and there,
People craft, lead and build.
Those traders are teasers of the wind,
Sail and sail, draft and rate,
Be your own rafter till you lead the machines.
Magician of genius,
Roundtables of roundabouts,
Wheel and chain wheel every unshielded process,
Superhuman intellectuals fragmenting puzzles of equations,
Build this new cybernetics!
Nemesis are the rivals of each creationists.
Mechanics are our homepage.
Categories:
aficionados, allusion, art, imagination, magic,
Form: Free verse
When I was young I cleaned my socks
One got knocked off while making merry
One got lost at the Happy laundry or mat
Somewhere between the bleach and spin recycling
It went missing between innocence and drying
Stop is not a word most understood by laundry aficionados
Like good old souls that get tossed and turned to slow
Rolled up in a ball, socked away with all lost socks
Life is not worth living without clean socks
I'll settle for a pair of dirty
Feet need a match for immortality
I grow old and withered with one contraceptive on
A device, a worn out unholy sock full of holes
Not unlike a donut without a nose
As is my story once it is told
Making many children makes me bitter
Sometimes I get my socks knocked off
But they return to me no matter what
It does not matter much to me
What is one more mouth to feed
One more sock or soul to mend
Feet need security
Or they will be darned forever
Return to me my virginity, my sanity
Lost socks, lost innocence are all the same
Where do they go when they go missing?
Sock heaven or maternity leave?
Socks give me little pleasure
Laundromats give me less
Categories:
aficionados, appreciation, children, clothes, happiness,
Form: Free verse
Summer’s over
fall gone past
the sun’s officially retired
gloom and doom
greyfulness
dreary days
the world is in decay
slowing down
finding time
for introspection
almost anxious
for a sprinkling
of the white stuff
till what joy again
when the sun
decides to bless us
with its gilded glow
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on February 2, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (FEB 2) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Originally posted on November 5, 2019
Categories:
aficionados, color, light, longing, seasons,
Form: Free verse
If you are reading my poem
For rhyme and meter, you
May turn the page for my age
Wants to tell you a tale of
Raising children, falling on toys,
Diseases and broken bones,
Nights of fear and
Days of joy.
Of loss of a husband and
Middle class money,
Too much for stretching,
Too little to spend;
Of in-laws in-loves and
Millions of out-laws.
I will tell you of surgeries,
Heart stuff and stents
Learning mechanics to fix
Old cars that wouldn’t start and bent;
Sewing machines and mending jeans;
Strong thread that ran through
The silken colors of love,
That came down freely from above.
But if you yearn for rhyme and meter,
Move on, change these lines and
Color me forgiven.
Categories:
aficionados, nostalgia,
Form: Didactic
Dipping into Beowulf with Grendel,
and Chaucer's Canterbury Tales;
Wading into Paradise with Milton,
then submerging with the Bard:
Sinking deep into Lear and Othello
Hamlet and Macbeth, trying not to
drown. Rapidly surfacing to the
Tempest! gulping some fresh air.
Now sailing toward the Five Romantics,
In Xanadu did Kublai Khan...
Water, water, everywhere!
and so many drops to drink...
Poetry aficionados reside on dry land,
Yet life, fully savored, lies deep in ocean sands.
Categories:
aficionados, ocean, poetry, poets, voyage,
Form: Sonnet
When home computers made their way
Into our homes, things changed
And desks in dens or bedrooms
Were cleared off and rearranged.
The typewriter was certainly
The first thing taken out,
Tossed or shelved inside a closet
By all those but the devout.
Yet those true aficionados
Through these years have clacked away,
Knowing all those Smith-Coronas
Would be cool again some day.
A resurgence is occurring
With a slowly building hype
That it’s awesome, boss and groovy
On a typewriter to type.
There’s a reason we should cherish
Retro items from the past
For their coolness factor often has
Most modern things outclassed.
Categories:
aficionados, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
A GEM THAT TRICKS
A Aficionados of gems find this gem emerald by day,ruby by night
G Gem so rare and ravishing turns trickster in the light
E Embellishment in gold to adorn your beloved’s ring or pendant
M Mother Nature’s chameleon in stone, shiny and resplendent !
T This shares its status as June birthstone with cultured pearl and moonstone
H Hosts a magic show this pleochroic gem through its dramatic colour tone
A Alexandrite is this precious gemstone genuinely gracious sans prudery
T This mined in the Urals, named after Czar, seen in prized estate jewellery
T The ladies with pride can flaunt one stone as two, in day and in night
R Radiating green or purplish red matching their dresses with delight
I Invest once on this dear hubbies, it will save you from demand twice
C Chrysoberyl is the embedded mineral causing colour changes so nice
K Kaleidoscope of gems this is with vivid hues and healing energy
S Strengthens creativity and intuition as believed in astrology!
25th October 2016
For contest-A Gem for Your Verse
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
Categories:
aficionados, color, june,
Form: Acrostic
O dear lord! You are found guilty of unjust,
It is not only his kin, whose heart is heavy with pain , but his whole family of aficionados,
What made him famous, took his life,
What he loved , took his life.
O dear lord! You are found guilty of unjust.
You were the life and soul of the series,
You made the fans adore the movie,
Today, when you are not around,
The movie is not the same anymore,
Your bereavement is strongly felt,
Tears dropping from our eyes is a proof of what you meant to us,
I can not resurrect you but your indelible memories surely is imprinted on our mind.
It is never goodbye! Paul
It's never.
Categories:
aficionados, eulogy, goodbye, i miss
Form: Bio
O dear lord! You are found guilty of unjust,
It is not only his kin, whose heart is heavy with pain , but his whole family of aficionados,
What made him famous, took his life,
What he loved , took his life.
O dear lord! You are found guilty of unjust.
You were the life and soul of the series,
You made the fans adore the movie,
Today, when you are not around,
The movie is not the same anymore,
Your bereavement is strongly felt,
Tears dropping from our eyes is a prove of what you meant to us,
I can not resurrect you but your indelible memories surely is imprinted on our mind.
It is never goodbye! Paul
It's never.
Categories:
aficionados, eulogy, god, goodbye, memory,
Form: Bio
Glorious creed love eternal be upon
your saccharine spirit...
Nothing ever shadowed your memoirs-
consumed me whole,
No ballad sweetest fictions worthy capturing-
blink of diamond eyes.
Hallowed spirit profound frame,
views portraits-
heavenly prospects.
Stories my million aficionados haven't
rusted your sacred fountain.
Nev'r ever the love I sanctify be
stopped by their envious kisses.
No other soul may embrace
masterpiece and precise
shadow fortress of soft inner space.
Goddess like beauty is mightier than
wonder statue of majestic Psyche and Athena.
You're unique, creator had ever made.
Thanks for wonders,
infinite joys and caresses.
You've been my devotion and
eternal gift from above-
precious than any ever made.
Just one thing,
give me a sign for hazard seeing the
wonders of your heavenly eyes.
Categories:
aficionados, love, love, me,
Form: Free verse
Blank
plain white
the canvas lies
calls for spectrum of imagination
and the act of creation
the touch of a hand
while alone it waits
on the easel
until gentle strokes of a brush
create the painting, now framed
drawing a crowd of aficionados
to be seen, not touched
the artist’s creation
stirs others’ imagination
the canvas now true
colorful
fulfilled.
Categories:
aficionados, art, dedication, inspirational
Form: Verse