Rising scarlet sun shimmers for a long while,
hanging in the halcyon horizon of color pile.
I get from it the dulcet gift of a promising day,
try to walk another unknown mile all the way.
In seamless spread of the cerulean satin sky
thin cotton cloud clumps float cheerfully high.
Their flotilla format allures me to fly like a bird free.
Flair of celestial scene creates for me joyful reverie.
The cat has your bone structure,
it also sashays and allures.
In an alcohol-fueled reverie
it turned up
as thin as a velvet spider.
However, it died
before our love did.
Pets are obtrusive, not conducive
to good or bad memories,
they play the field
demanding to be relevant
long after their passing.
Your cat considers me a villain,
it lingers on as some kind of
a stalking succubus,
the very model of your character
reminding me (as if necessary),
of your everlasting disapproval.
I overhear that damn cat,
positively purring when I am feeling sad,
and on a good day
its sexually vexatious yowling
warns me
never to take
a good cat for granted.
He plays flute while passing my door :
Mellifluous tune welcomes
me just to respond song of path !
Harmonic cadence allures.
Mesmerised to break stagnancy.
Music of path resonates.
The pretty campus damsel
Is on the rove this nigh night
She easily ropes in loaded men
As she gyrates her curvy bosom
Her Torrie's remind one of nivarna
And you can see Catalonia peaking
From the little black dress she wears
She undaunted that we are on campus
With girlies being on plentie Barbie rules
And ensnares with ease and natural charm
She's a beauty to behold and loves dances
On the dance floor she easily baits boys
Be they boys or men her nature easily snares
As long as you're pickups are loaded
You are enroute to this exiting encounter
Falcon heights are soars and shores you win
With her you will sure taste the allures of
Zamzam that beautiful city of beauty
Tasting what is the reserve of demigods
Hoping you are not eternally damned
For love is but a divine thing and sensual
Sensualized forbidden pleasures she wares
Halos In The Mist
Golden rings of dim lights.
Soon to fade after dawn from night.
Cobblestones staggered down a crooked path astray.
Halos in the mist acknowledge a mystery.
Haunted places with roaming ghosts.
Halos to lemon quartz allures.
Fluent lights circles.
Take a stroll in the abandoned dark.
Just pondering past vivid shadows.
With loneliness all around.
Do you ever look up and wonder?
Maybe halos guide us in the dark.
The Cold Embrace of Death
The hush transports him to another place,
where peace and joy are swallowed by regret.
The sea allures him to his own disgrace,
Akin to earworms feeble to forget
The crashing surf now softly breathes her name,
and speaks of pledges, secrets still untold.
The wind relays his sorrow and his shame,
as old bad dreams before his eyes unfold.
Again, she slowly lets her body fall,
to free her life off fiends that proved too grim.
Each small morose detail he can recall
as hungry waves below try to reach him.
The weeds peep through as tidal waves recede
persuading him to join her and concede.
Stuck out on
a highway
between reality
and truth
The status quo
of transience
allures as it
deludes
Looking for an
exit ramp
to slow
my troubles down
Each sign I see
in bold relief
misleads
to distant towns
Till finally
I hear it
though faint
within the wind
From distant North
it beckons forth
to welcome me
within
The truth
respects no congress
and tows the line
for none
It flies within
our hopes and dreams
to leave us
— zero sum
(The New Room: February, 2025)
?Lust knows it. Life and death.
?Living and reliving,
?Dieing and dieing yet again.
?Sinners souls in eternal glory of doom,
?Fuel the big burning sulphur of hell.
?
?Afraid and broken inside,
?Living and dieing alike.
?A way to live was by Him made,
?Yet a way to die by we was made.
?Both ways we covet. Both ways we tread.
?
?If demons could reason redemption,
?What's with the man with a soul?
?If demons can be loyal to a cause,
?What's with the man with a soul?
?Why does betraying being good comes with pleasure?
?
?I covet the goodness of the light.
?How meddle I with a dark force?
?Who chooses light, yet walks with darkness?
?What is the nature of the light in me?
?Lo, lost I to the lust of darkness.
?
?Death's shadow looms,
?On the path of subtle allures.
?Lust knows it, yea, lust guises it.
?Prayer is for the living.
?Against the folly of lust, death's the only way to live.
From scorching heat come if cool spells of rain,
Lotus allures, let it from mud arise,
If joy gets born from deepest pits of pain,
Sorrows are sent to size us, make us wise.
It’s strange if pleasure comes shorn of challenge,
If road ahead is straight and smoothly laid,
If life always shows bright hues of orange,
Bewitching, every beauty spot is made,
Every bed’s laid with roses, life sans plight,
Thorns on rose plants are consigned to exile,
Black is banished and life's not but delight,
Won’t such painless pleasures make life sterile?
Crib not my Mind, if problems keep cropping,
Thank thyself, strife whets dull wit from rusting.
___________________________
Sonnet |03.04.11, revised Nov 2024| life, strife
Sunflower blooms gold,
cradles fairy in fold.
Marvel allures dragonfly.
Charmed, it holds her hand.
In scene so grand,
bonds of fanciful love ramify.
September welcoming Falls to appear.
Ensuing slowly Deciduous trees
Prepared to make all withered leaves to clear.
Torn fluffy white cotton clouds floating free.
Entry of soft nascent leaf buds to sprout.
Mild merry Autumn - Zephyr flows frolic.
Bright Blue hue on sky : Absolute no doubt.
Egrets flying in form 'V' ! Artistic.
Rufous vibrant Autumn in glossy glaze..
Fragrant Jasmine spreading sweet aroma
Autumnal glow in shiny sunny days.
Lovely lustrous pretty panorama.
Luminous amiable ambience.
Sparkling Autumn in charming radiance.
Wake me up when September ends.
Rufous luster of Autumn on October
allures assures romance under azure sky.
When allures of autumn blow o’er the breeze
A sensation is bestowed o’er the leaves
Changing from green, turning red, rust and gold
An exquisite season for to behold.
Falling leaves lay pretty carpets around
Trees are bare, therefore there’s no rustling sound
Even though stripped bare trees stand in splendour
Majestic in the month of September.
Fairies assemble on autumnal nights
They come to observe the seasons delights
To enjoy the succulent harvest juice
That the bountiful season doth produce.
When the season comes along vibrantly
Allures of autumn flow triumphantly.
Butterflies flutter with delight
Cherry blossoms are on display
Nature's beauty, a lovely sight
As gentle breeze make flowers sway
Dragonflies have come out to play
Butterflies flutter with delight
As gentle breeze make flowers sway
Hummingbirds take their speedy flights
Fragrance of hyacinths allures, invites
As gentle breeze make flowers sway
Butterflies flutter with delight
Dancing with glee on a summer day
As gentle breeze make flowers sway
Birdsongs echo from lofty heights
Drifting on winds, going far away
As butterflies flutter with delight
I want to get lost with you
in a valley of singing sunflowers,
where I wish they bloom
as your luminous laughter in immortal hues.
My butterfly heart wants to flutter
chasing you across cashmere cascades,
as this aching to melt into each other
courses free as mercury in me.
I want you to tease me with bittersweet nothings,
while your silken voice allures me to peace.
Will you keep this flicker of love alive
inside of my heart till the day we die,
yet this passion pouring sweetness
remains like day one until we rise again to meet.
I want to paint our soulful saga
with heavenly grace upon gleaming gates of eternity.
You, me, and ensemble of our eternal love.
I want to miss heart beats with you -
always and forever,
you are the reason of my life and existence.
~Ayesh
A poem inspired by the Statue of Ali and Nino (Statue of Love) : A sculpture by Tamara Kvesitadze located in Batumi, Georgia.
autumn
amiable ambience allures as auburn autumn appears.
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