Sky when with dense clouds abound,
Seeing which peacocks dance around
On tender-green-dress-bedecked a hill,
In such a stirring scene, love-bound,
Which wayfarer wistful would not feel?
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Translation (Quintain) | 34.08.2025 | monsoon, Nature, passion, peacock, nostalgia
Note: Here is a verse (in Arya meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). Spring was dealt with in the preceding verse. The poet now paints a picture of monsoon: dark clouds surround; excited, peacocks dance; the earth is bedecked with a lush green dress; a traveller longing for conjugal bliss, feels homesick. Here is the transliteration of the verse in Sanskrit:
Upari ghanam ghana-patalam tiryak
girayo api nartita mayurah |
Kshitih api kandala dhavala
drashtim pathikah kva yapayatu || 47 ||
Written July 14, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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So tiny, yet so vast: a square of purple flame,
A postal stamp formed from forever lame.
Houses at its center a half-cast, cloudy glass,
Trapped in a gilded cage of grief and lilac crevasse.
Bedecked in the hue of storm-light, a figure stands,
A gaze carved from ache, hair as comet strands.
Static roses, suffused in blue, stood behind,
Each petal burned by cords, yet spirit did not mind.
Rain doesn't soak into his skin or asphalt as he vies,
Yet, unshed tears flow from the dream to the sky.
The water leaves his clothing with faint rings,
But in this dampness, nostalgia unfurls its wings.
O, how you bend and blaze, purple witness—
A design firmly woven into the yarn of threnody.
Your quiet strength lingers as words fade,
A melody that pain cannot shatter or jade.
Let this stamp be a symbol in all mortal prayer—
For timid souls who dare not weep amid silk fare.
A poignant lament for love wrapped in mauve grief,
A message sent to a visitor, destined for the glyph.
The forested , odorous moonlight
is bedecked with an unparalleled dream.
It shields the colored, mazy
track from the fettered,
chained grass.
The gory river gleaming
in the miscellaneous mirror.
the glittering dreams
sparkle like an oracular,
, eventide
Kissing the ideal,
heterogeneous rill
I feel an unwavering
felicity.....
The waned brook shines
like the vanity of earthy
emptiness.
The forested ,odorous
moonlight
causing me an unparalleled dream.
It shields the colored , mazy track
from the fettered, chained grass.
The gory river gleaming
in the miscellaneous
mirror.
The glittering dreams
sparkle like the eclectic,
oracular eventide
The illuminate , ineffable
Spring walks triumphantly
It's imbued with valiant,
unwavering steps.
It's bedecked with the boundless,
unfailing Love and Truth
Peaceful, euphoric butterflies
radiate from the rainbow ,
towering hills.
The fated spring of the hillock
dwells in the realm of abiding Beauty,
"There is a stone there, that whoever kisses, OH! He never misses, to grow eloquent" Author not mentioned at link to Blarney Stone - Blarney Castle
I walk the path amid the trees
Where footsteps even now are tread,
where ancient stones of Blarney please,
and lips upon the stone have wed.
Enchanting are the turrets here
bedecked in autumn's vines of red,
the little stream that wanders near,
and steps to where I'm being led.
The Blarney stone at last I see,
so bending backwards now to kiss
the stone, my friend is holding me.
That’s not a mark I want to miss!
I have a thought; I now can say
my mouth has touched where many more
have touched upon this stone of gray.
How many thousands came before?
Inside the marrow of my bones,
I feel a thrill . Will eloquence
be mine from having kissed this stone?
I feel a chill of reverence!
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We spent our days down by shore
Wading out in the placid seas
Or jumping waves that seemed to roar
Rolling in on a warm sweet breeze
The castles built when we were young
Bedecked with shells and seaweed strands
Small starfish from the waves were flung
We crowned our fort with starfish bands
The jelly tots and ice cream cones
Candy floss and sherbet lolly
Collecting pure white cuttle bones
Carrying home for pretty Polly
I sit here on this silent shore
In bitter wind from out the west
I grieve my friend you are no more
But memories echo…
you were the best
Recalling the Essence of You
~~Remembering you~~
Remembering you, is a most simple task!It's in the rainbowed
bubbles of your arms, I that do bask!
No, absolutely, no, not once in a great while!
But in each splendid hour, yes, then, yes, I can!
I can, in the glimmer of our of past eyes, those are soft smiles.
I cannot forget how sweetly you read oe sung to me.
Nay, how blessed I was when you, in sweet memory, I clearly sing of thee!
Romantic, soft, ivory gardenia petals, bedecked my knees.
As we stared, at the still silvered moonlit, West Coast's fog, and the whispering
waves of the sea.
Supersonic slideshows of us, click softly, in my mind!
And nightlife, so mystically electric, which fluorescently flashes rainbow sounds, forevermore, fog-blessed and kind
You, forever smiles, in my mind?
~!.With fondest memorie of my late husband ~
1/23/2025
The wounded, intrepid stork
remains defiant,
withstanding the ceaseless
rage.
An unwavering,
relentless bliss adorns it.
It enfolds a blooming dawn
in its fascinating heart.
A lighted candle resides in its
fiery, boundless soul.
Unraveling the tapestry of
divine beauty is like
an undying rejoicing.
The unruffled, phosphorescent
sea is asphyxiated
by deathless fetters.
They systematically decimate the unfailing,
unrequited dove.
Their unquestioned, unsullied
commitment is to hug it.
The prevailing, widespread
dark like a bloodthirsty
hawk will be obliterated by
the joyous sun of chrysanthemum.
The unbridled, unbowed
spring like a sunny dream
is bedecked with unfearing jewelry.
The enduring, unsurpassed
Sunrise will prevail worldwide.
Its golden light never wanes...
~ Remembering You~
Remembering you, is a most simple task!
It’s in the rainbowed bubbles of your arms,
I that do bask!
No, absolutely, no, not once in a great while!
But in each splendid hour, yes, then,yes I can
In the glimmer our of past eyes, those are soft smiless
I cannot forget how sweetly you sung to me!
Nay, how blessed I was when you, in sweet
memory, I clearly sing of thee!
Romantic, soft, ivory gardenia petals, bedecked my knees.
As we stared, at the stiill silvered moonlit, West Coast’s
fog, and the whispering waves of the sea.
Supersonic slide shows of us, click softly, in my mind!
And nightlife, so mystically electric, which fluorescently
flashing, I rainbow lights, forevermore, fog-blessed and kind!
~ With fondest memorie of my late husband ~
6/15/2024
heavy
decorative
cloth
double
woven
diversely
bedecked
hetro
genially
montaged
sack
clothed
hanging
loose
in
the
realm
of imagination
As though mixing the caffeine of deep desires and wishes
With the crystal water cognizance to make gold-brown niches
Where-from, yearnings, like fogs of fine frankincense, resurrect
Bedecked with the sweet-bitter-blend, filtered conscience effect
Settings get upset; there's an idle-ordeal order.
Foundations, once set, turn reflections on a broken mirror.
Kingdoms and empires are brought to below-ground level dust.
When stirs turn earthquakes, born out of rebellions of mistrust
Time's tumult; seasonal surge; waves of the ocean weather
Stir has set its soul within each fragile flying feather.
The friction set by the spiritual stir, like a sage
Goes on discovering and finding wisdom's newer page
Gr ace kingpin
Queen of hearts
Jack of trades
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Zero cards on table
as the world is overturned
suspended in air
expansive city in silver tones
bedecked with jewels
Saints on board
Fallen leaves upon the ground,
Luxuriously spread and interwound.
Producing a carpet of bedecked Autumn Leaves,
Displaying an image you can't believe.
Rose Dust, Corn Silk, Ruby Red and Dark Green,
Not forgetting Almond Brown, Orange that paint this scene,
This array of colors found in New England towns,
Come together and become Autumn's Crown.
One day when I was sitting by a bubbling brook a nostalgic scene of my childhood time flashed in the visage of my mind. I saw the sparkling stream that bedecked our house with an ornate garland, glided with glistening liquid pearls of elegance, flowed with the flamboyant facade of silvery splendor. On its rippling water passing me by, I sailed paper boats tinged with the rainbow colors. These glided on the current’s tortuous trail, and on these, my mariner mind sailed slow, unbound in stalled time, to a distant dreamland.
The boats soon disappeared in the ebb of time, and I kept gazing at the brook, flowing with timeless zeal, beyond which the dusk was silently descending with the sun setting fast for me in the twilight hour. That was when I saw the night fall with sadness in the shortest time.
Lazy days meld into one,
summer siestas just begun;
Busy bees morn 'til late,
honeycombs proliferate.
Speckled starlings sing with delight
on July swarms in nuptial flight.
Swallows circle in storm clouds low,
a foraging airshow ,to and fro.
Cricket willow on fields green,
traditional pastimes in England seen.
Gardens parasol bedecked,
where picknicing wasps wander unchecked.
Basil spreading six feet tall
by freshwater trickling small.
Tidelines explored on a rockpool beach,
driftwood ,stranded,bleached.
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