"A kiss is a silence that says everything there is to say." Guy Maupassant.
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The Silent Kiss
In the dead stillness of the early morn
When day`s orb is still below the horizon
When the fading full moon faintly lights the sky
And the southerly breeze is smooth and shy
Pearly drops of dews in silence kiss the blooms
As the first soft and silent kiss of a bridegroom.
It is a quiet kiss with glows of grace
On velvet petals as on a silken face
To mark the coming of a bright new day
Make way to bear heat of the sun rays
As flowers dance with the subtle breeze
And dawn`s golden light spills through the tallest trees.
The sweetness of each kiss hangs as tiny stars
Sparkling with shines of light from a realm afar
The lotus, lily and lavender bloom anew
Beaming with the silent kiss of the morning dew
A symphony of sweet scent spreads apace
Nature`s mellifluous perfume in the space.
Categories:
apace, analogy, flower, silence,
Form: Free verse
Autumn (TSF)
Autumn`s
Beauty
In leaves,
Saffron
Tinted
Flying
In space
Air crisp
With winds
Earth scent
Rancid
With fruits
Fallen
Apace
Symbol
Of age
Grey hair
Wrinkles
Weak bones
Life`s speed
Low gear
Nature`s
Cycle
Sweet sour
Lesson
Of life
No ground
To fear.
Categories:
apace, age, autumn, beauty, nature,
Form: Rhyme
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The Breeze of Silence
So often we perceive
Falsehood conveyed as truth,
Half-truth staged as real
In most quarters of life,
With silence lending hands
For lies to blow apace.
Categories:
apace, life, silence, truth,
Form: Other
Bumble Bee Hiku 37
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Categories:
apace, appreciation, mystery, nature, summer,
Form: Haiku
Isaiah 49:10 - “Shout for joy, you heavens; rejoice, you earth; burst into song, you mountains! For the Lord comforts his people and will have compassion on his afflicted ones.”
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Compassion
The prime of human virtues, Compassion,
A divine trait as Ordained in Scriptures
Leads Man to help his own kind with passion
And Paint others as brothers and sisters
Of a single race spread Across the space
Receiving same Shine of the sun apace
Enjoying same Sparks of moonlight at night
And Ignited by the same divine light
Offered by grace of the Almighty Lord
Whom to lend diverse Names we can afford.
Categories:
apace, god, life,
Form: Acrostic
Apostate, apostrophe?
Faces in the crowd?
Scenes in plays, dramatic be!
Bury deep, O shroud...
Queens of high end greatness?
These exist, but are rare.
Golem, gold. Take thy best guess!
Could be anywhere...
Fair? Life? Dance upon my knife!
Hollow hills and strife.
Flickering like notes a-fife?
Raw roundabout rife...
Wife, thy furious temper-main!
Deep as ocean blue!
Vampire, best avoid that vein!
What the hell to do?
Lament? Over duress stark.
Cold core confuse call.
How indeed the day gets dark...
Placer soil of Saul...
What the heck has happened here?
What did I just write?
Prophet wisdom gets severe!
Fate, been feeling bright?
Light atop the high cliff face?
Hope for sparks apace.
Otherwise be-fevered chase!
Crushed in carapace...
Categories:
apace, devotion, dream,
Form: Rhyme
Harpsichord in heaven?
Cubic or spherical?
Bread, O baker? Leaven.
Just flicker as you fall...
Dancing lights apace in space?
Watch them in her face.
Ghost, vanish without a trace!
Gold, case, carapace!
Desert floor in winter?
No more than one inch, snow.
Shredder, got a splinter?
Tormented, O my foe.
Panels, dance about the night!
Sparks in porcelain!
Falcon, gather wind in flight!
How we'll meet again...
Yellow eyed priest, bid the feast!
Shepherd, are ye fleeced?
Squire, page, are the wheels a-greased?
Only if they're pieced.
Connect, O my fibers!
Build high the city walls!
If they're born to jibe, sirs;
They're bound for taking falls.
Tyrant of the borderland?
Show them how we stand!
Crush them in thy hardest hand!
Order countermand!
Silence in the place of whole?
Remotely control.
Ye gods, what is mortal soul?
Golden light a-bowl.
Categories:
apace, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
imprinted
activity
dynamic
movement
stilled
en
f f-ast-forward
race
into
the fourth
dimension-
where light,movement&speed
gathers
apace
Categories:
apace, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
| From lack of reason, to quotients of densest space
| Through the iris of an eye, voids are commonplace
| Stubborn pervasive doubt, projects across the face
| Reassured again when mindsets find a bright place
| Still if one can’t see god, photons will bring a trace
| Filtered through life’s prism, heaven refracts apace
Categories:
apace, life, perspective,
Form: Monorhyme
ENDWORD
What intimacy is its cause,perhaps
an immaculate conception of words;
too swift to comprehend,see or
recognise.The moment is there
and then is not.Gone with the wind
the seed of idea remains, to
germinate and gestate,fanned by a
mental fragrance of elation.Slowly
self-transcending a word into a phrase,
a sentence to a strophe;a rhyme
rides a waterfall of cadence,
into a chasm of verse. Terse or
long, the sonnet becomes a little song,
struggles to arrive.Thrust forth upon
my page;a bastard-born of pain
MY POETIC BIO
Alliteration,the starting place, alongside
cinquains,apace in time,crystalline
lanterne and rhyme.Inspiration drew forth
footle,broken monoku &emagi for a while short
imagist was my style.Sequenced longer
poems metamorphose within this crysallis
changing into ekphrasis.Open,and free to be,
as you see,structured prose poetry.With
cadence and pause,others hear my voice
Open VERSE now this poet’s choice.
Categories:
apace, education, poetry,
Form: Didactic
Let me start without an apology
Because you, honey, need not be in apiculture
Every second you bee apiece apiary
As I fall for your rich honey droop apace
Take me to space if you must but never cause apathy
Because you dug in my heart with a never closing aperture
And when in your presence I fumble on words like one with aphasia
Darling the gospel you preach to me makes you an apotheosis of an apostle
Sometimes your therapy I take like you were an apothecary
Or maybe you are but again you make me aplomb
Knowing fully well you're the apostrophe
That omits my imperfections like an apparition
Let me make an appeal
Because if I don't all this might not be applicable
So I appreciate your every applause
As I apprehend
This love you shower me with a posteriori
Categories:
apace, assonance, cute love, dedication,
Form: Alliteration
POETIC BIO
Alliteration,the starting place, alongside
cinquains,apace in time,crystalline
lanterne and rhyme came to be
Inspiration later drew forth
footle,broken monoku &emagi
&for a while
short imagist was my style.
Sequenced longer poems metamorphose
within this chrysallis
changing into ekphrasis.
Then Open,and organic free to be,
as you see,unstructured poetry.
With cadence and pause,
others began to hear my voice,
youtube became this poet’s choice.
What intimacy is its cause,perhaps
an immaculate conception of words;
too swift to comprehend,see or
recognise.
The moment is there
and then is not.Gone with the wind
the seed of inspiration
self-transcending a word into a phrase,
a sentence to a strophe;a rhyme
rides a waterfall
into a chasm of verse. Terse or
long, the sonnet becomes a verse
Categories:
apace, poetry,
Form: Bio
-Oft it did happen in the old age
when blacks were not counted fair enough
to entice sterile yellow and white colors
Or if they were, merit hadn't been given to blacks.
_But now it's black beauty's sequet heir
Nature has been kept apace
Underneath our once blued skys
Truly, a sweat beauty hath no name.
Henceforth, my mistress' eyes are pitch-black
Her beauty; a key to sparkling smile,
Her lips were fairly pink and her hair so suited,
they all smark, and no beauty lacks.
love is too young to know what beauty is.
Yet, who knows not beauty is born of love?
Love is unwanted grasses that grows in the
Mind of a novice soul, then bloom rapidly.
Categories:
apace, 1st grade, africa, age,
Form: Free verse
O Jerusalem
before my eyes
heartbreaking to see
my thoughts
swirl&spiral in a typhoon
of sorrow
tears
quicken apace
agony
arises in my heart
poems pour forth
in lament
of words&verse
distress dies
emotions
empty into a plaintive
plea
of prayer
a petition for mercy
an intercession for mercy
a cry
for clemency& forgiveness
&
the peace of your
prescence
Categories:
apace, peace, prayer,
Form: Verse
I can't believeth all the things I seeth:
the streets with such strange vehicles which wend
their way so apace liketh those gents fleeth
as metal lions. Nev'r has't i penn'd
a sonnet on such vehicles and highways.
Nev'r has't i hath felt so unbelieving.
I might not but tryeth to traveleth all byways.
Above me in the sky, huge birds art leaving.
Of metal too art those gents, which art of charm.
Oh, mine own, the females showeth their flesh,
and how the men art causes me alarm.
And lo, the air! How can the folks refresh?
Tall buildings, so few farms, and such big towns.
So crazy art the folks h're and their sounds!
Jan. 21, 2023 for Anoucheka Gangabissoon's Shakespeare in 2023 Contest
Translated into Shakespearean English
using English to Shakespearean Translator - LingoJam
(I can't be sure that it's exactly right, but I am hoping this is how they actually talked in those times. To understand my poem better, you can go to Lingojam and just reverse the process translating Shakespearean English back into Modern English!)
Categories:
apace, poets,
Form: Sonnet
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