In this embrace of fog
and night,
dappled beauty softly shines.
The heavens dance and
brightly light,
the darkness that descends
divine.
As fog creeps over the moon
and stars,
a fragrant breath of mystery.
The night is veiled
and yet we are filled
with a sense of nearby history.
A breathing canvass of chance
and dreams,
overlapping shadows of the past.
A union of opposites it seems
Our spirit,
a moment that will last.
A Shivered leaves surrender to
the Air Shimmering, sparkling
and alive.
This beclouded fog,
the depths of which we
dare not stare
Breathes life into our
luckless drive.
Categories:
beclouded, moon, nature, night, sky,
Form: Free verse
THE REBEL ARTIST Why do you paint pictures of silent days?, Lonely roads, lonely streets; of beggars groping their way, holding hands to each other, making beggarly music to awake crushed passions. Is this your country? Once flowing with milk and honey! Now a beggar, begging from those he once fed! Independence Day? In those days, we trekked far from hinterlands to freedom square, expectations high against odds to receive golden salutes from heroes past...Those days of innocence, when civilization slapped us in the face...when euphoria of this treacherous sovereignty beclouded us not to see this end that comes... Why, Rebellious Artist, why do you paint pictures of baby-strapped women saddled with loads, why images of riotous youths, corpse-Iittered streets. Paint pictures of these green-white flowers, adorning our great country. Paint him, our man, the president. Oh! It was beauty last night glistening all over the Aerodrome as he beaded farewell to his countrymen, boarding the air to Saudi Arabia!
Categories:
beclouded, anger, break up,
Form: Free verse
Aloof
She cringed in pain and fear
As she zigs and zag
across the lonely and troubled paths
she wobbles as she is pelted with rocks
sticks and troubled minds
She Pants thus filled with dread
as she scanned the fiery faces
Of friends now turn foes
Hungry for her pain
Lusting for her blood
Eager for her death
Beclouded with fear
She longed for hope
Clinging to herself
she is lost to fate
even as she holds on to her faith
A Dirge for Deborah Yakubu
May 12, 2022
Categories:
beclouded, cry, death, fear, grief,
Form: Elegy
Taken inside the bowels
of bassoons,
tropical heat from
swelling bows.
Sweat labors the brow,
full with carnal dissonance.
The throat is lunged
by a beast
veiled in foliage.
Spewed in a mass of
broken pickaxes!
Kicked again into the
thunder of claws!
In flames of foundries
lost.
Becoming Roman Candles
opening across the night.
But drinking cool women
in the thaw of glaciers,
smoothing their oblong stones,
clear cleansed lemon lime oboes.
Naked bodies bloom.
Raced around a corner
at top speed,
the pounding of industry,
a worker in goggles
forging metal.
Without notice,
still mesmerized by fire,
in the belly of percussion,
paused
by a dawning pond of sullen fog,
a brief dream
shrouded in ungrasped riddles.
Sudden conductor realized
in the grass of tones,
using his baton as a machete.
On a distant hill
A shepherd beckons.
Animated, beclouded,
a restless crow in search,
a cinematic fade-out.
Categories:
beclouded, analogy, birth, creation, desire,
Form: Personification
The words kept echoing in her mind
Like lightning in a stormy night
Her Heart forgot its rhythmic schemes
Missed several beats
A baffled smile came first
Then a rainbow burst with all its colors on her face
How long did she wait
For those three magical words to be said!
And there____ they were spoken
Her eyes closed,
His eyes fixed on her,
He asked___ don’t you
She raised her head, but couldn’t answer,
Between the eyes and him
A couple of tears beclouded the scene
Wiping the water from her face
He asked____why___with grace
She replied while turning her sight
towards the swaying Silken Tent___white
I am sorry____ I couldn’t get to you,
I got to honor my pleages ,
I don’t belong here___you do
Far above, the sky roared with its full might
She could see the swift clouds running from the horizon
To the zenith’s points, making a Dom of dark Clouds
Enclosing the earth like a body in grave…
He stood there___firm
She left
But her heart……
Categories:
beclouded, care, conflict, confusion, love,
Form: Free verse
there are no stars in these beclouded skies
to linger on the edge of darkened nights
no reflections to shine within your eyes
nor moonbeams to gather within my sights
as january's wind encircles me
i lose myself in the depths of my dreams
where breathless sighs fall within whispered pleas
and your fingers brush against my soul's seams
i feel your lips tenderly touching mine
in blushed little strokes of passionate sighs
that send soft quivers up and down my spine
as you pull me closer hands against thighs
soft whispers of your breath fall upon me
as darkened night erupts in ecstasy
Written January 7, 2020
Contest judged 02/07/2020
Na-rerun contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Categories:
beclouded, lust, moon, night, star,
Form: Sonnet
Beyond the Heart, the Head and the Soul reigns unsulleable Belief
How he blurted in a moment of self-lacerating glory-be pique
Who will in a thousand years retrieve my poems from digital rot
A thousand years grind grim in fermenting ocean-filth freak
Rather think in terms of a hundred or two twisted tight in knot
By then no scales may balance conflicting efforts set adrift
Wild tsunamis would have raged over lands and cities lying low
And the mighty and the rich abandon ports to set up amont aloft
And none will seek to extend meaning beyond the beclouded glow
None will batter brains split hairs over words poets proudly sow
No conniving committees allocate prizes as at musical-chairs play
Past the highest achievements scientific excellence on us bestow
For neither love nor purity of soul will be Man’s cultural mainstay
For the stunted Psyché still wallows in the Doldrums of Belief
By what we impute to holy Prophets Popes and Poets’ mischief
© T. Wignesan – Paris, November 7, 2019
Categories:
beclouded, philosophy, religion, science,
Form: Sonnet
At every festive, grand occasion
Not all can join in celebration
Their minds beclouded by their sorrow
Leave them be, until tomorrow
Categories:
beclouded, celebration, sorrow,
Form: Epigram
Struck by lightning…
Just like the Iroko tree is struck in the
rain forest during summer,
And consumed by fire,
With great inferno ,
Panic in the forest ,
As animals run…
Same is his music ,
Its sound reverberates and
struck many hearts ,
And burn with great desire ,
Creatures-great and small are
Lured by this ;Infatuation!
Infatuation unlimited !,
It lightens the soul, bringing comfort
to the lost and dejected mind ,
Harden hearts become soft ,
Beclouded minds become clear ,
Dead souls come alive again ;
Desert turns to marsh or swamp .
This lyrics and sounds are purely divine,
From the magic fingers of a great player ,
His touch on the strings makes
many creatures to live their abode ,
His strings that have saved many
Couldn’t safe his own-
Oh! Eurydice!, where lieth thy ear?.
10-7-2017
CONTEST:Paint me a picture by Silent One
Categories:
beclouded, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse
I was a comely damsel
Made of fragile fair clay,
Pregnant with unhatched rebellion,
Beclouded with the mist of youthhood,
And on the broad path
Dreaming of butterflies.
I heard a still voice calling;
It was the Prince of Peace,
Oh, how sweet the sound!
So I followed closely.
But the sword in his mouth
Pierced my flesh and bones,
Caused my timely abortion,
And shaped me into fit -
A precious pearl for him.
What else can I say?
O Man of Calvary!
Your love has captured me.
You are my king forever!
(Read 1Timothy 1:12-15)
Categories:
beclouded, cheer up, christian, forgiveness,
Form: Ballad
An UNRIPEN SUN
Such a brightened day
without a sweetened sun
Bringing an unsavoury end
to a fastened hope
Sitting on wheels
thus beating the wind
With a vision from the west
We doubted the mirage
Hoping for a reflection
without a diversion
the clouds became spotted
with dark patches
Giving shorten light
to a beaten path
Beclouded by the darkened life
Casting waking Shadows
from every seeping life
With a welcoming darkness
edging away the light
Giving an unwillingly nod
to the revealing wind
We merge into the evolving darkness
Categories:
beclouded, africa, conflict, confusion,
Form: Lyric
Genuine love is loveless
Whereof the heart is beclouded
With mystic, monastic and metaphysical aura
Only minds as deep as the Congo river can contain.
'Tis when fair love subsist
That spiritual, ethical and philosophical
Transcend all mundane forms and allures
That are subject to the acid test of time and change.
'Tis to disdain honeycombs
To find relish in bitter herbs is rare
And have wants and longings lay in catacombs
Beside the sweet amusing bed of roses it is but to dare.
'Tis to know what it is
Love dwells in spirit and not physique
And its form is literal but not imaginative
And its essence not naive but rather philosophical!
Categories:
beclouded, emotions, feelings, heart, inspiration,
Form: Verse
I grope through forest misted by my pain
Unearthly feel of gloom enshrouding me
Like wispy ghosts the memories a bane
Their hazy fingers keep from breaking free
Beclouded are my thoughts with foggy stain
Obscured is reason; gone is sanity
Unclear my way, for mist is laden thick
Your insubstantial love has left me sick
Eileen Manassian
For Nette’s Through the Mist Contest
August 24, 2014
Categories:
beclouded, confusion, heartbroken,
Form: Ottava rima
Love my once loved
mistress
I must now there
forego
a cauldron of such a
lawless love
the spring of
friendship with the
filth of
concupiscence
I beclouded its
brightness with the
hell of lustfulness.
emotion gone but
still remains there
the lovely sextress
Categories:
beclouded, love,
Form: Free verse
I flow like the river and fall like a spring
Dazzling many like a pugilist on a ring,
Interact with many people and classes,
Making young men to raise their glasses.
Racism and apartheid are not in my book,
Even though I`m finer than a brook,
Making beautiful girls to dance like stars,
And dealers and entertainers ride in posh cars.
I make sorrow varnish like faint smile
Making sportmen to go the extra mile,
Causing the rise and fall of thermometers,
Brains beclouded for moving on few meters.
To help men solve their problems this I crave,
Yet I`ve led many into crime and the grave,
Scientists plan to wed me with gasoline,
Which makes me better than formalin.
So,what am I?
Categories:
beclouded, fun, life,
Form: Quatrain
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