Written: June 5th, 2024, For Jay Narain Contest
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Your smile awestruck me every morning,
Truly ambrosian and quiddity display style.
Your ariose image is rife in my dreams,
As optimism rises, I wake up with beams.
You could be the one, I didn't love enough,
There was a juncture in, I treated you rough.
Girl, if I beshrew you feel odious, I was blind,
If I crestfallen you, you're often on my mind.
You induce me to dare my worries and fears,
I will support you in your anguish and tears.
All I sense for you is beyond what I may show,
You are precious to me; I wish that you know.
I didn't descry you those lonesome times,
It is a delight to have you; you are sublime.
My thoughts of you hampered my tries to rest,
The warmth of your kindness swells my chest.
Whatever transpires, I will be devout to you,
My briny goal is always you, and I will pursue.
Allow me to win your quintessence one final time,
I often relate to you; I've never had time to dime.
trickling streams enlist fingers stroke
translating silent stares script air bubbles
soul skirmishes dying and breath twitches
her amort jabs shatter blind eyes
soft breaths linger aphonic sighs
surfboarding alongside rocky creeks
you wish to decry me with metaphors
whispered secrets shared solely betwixt us
words untied weighed by fireflies glow
bemoaning to aurify amid fiery solar flares
hoping for air in a pathless stream
let me shed words from balm of dry lips
you said that you might catch them
I've seen the way a glass dances, though
slips through your fingers and shatters
I hear a forlorn violin pluck its strings
catacombs lurk in a hollow cage
when it beleaguers, it wails and shrieks
an uncaged spirit walks with a dog
left, just a beshrew echo in a silent world
On the edge of paradise,
woeful tears fall, cold as ice.
On that edge where I stand still,
ashen whips jut onto my will.
On that edge you sear my helm!
Kibble it like a spider; overwhelm!
Steering through many an eve.
Conceive, weave, cleave then grieve!
Render and espouse; knight and serf.
Guardian of your tear, gate, and turf.
Enact then re-enact my astral dream.
Put me to sleep, hinder my scream.
Dreary lips given a wide berth,
to unheard hiss that typifies rebirth.
Author my flesh unto caged envy,
yielding my soul: break the levee.
Sail amongst my translucent runes,
your siren of electric moons.
I sing for the breaker to inveigle,
tepid winds I once played regal.
Make me forget and make me pay,
for losing my way and drifting astray.
For getting so close then letting go,
missing the blow, ruining your flow.
You are pandora's quantum prison,
a bounty begging to be riven.
Your pride diverts your nemesis,
resurgent carcinogenesis.
Beshrew the darklight spring,
sustained by your phantom wing.
Slake it inept and enthrall its nectar,
woven and entwined in void-like vector.
Arras seductive velvet plum
Alike bewitched, beshrew
Dispel this illusion
Reluctant to unfold its spell
Massy foliage threw
Living spirit seer
8/6/2019
arras: tapestry
beshrew: a curse, plague upon.
4.” Everybody has a dark side. Some of us are better at hiding it than others. “ A Simple Favor, 2018
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Do not laugh at anyone,
you hurt someone's hurt.
Join somebody's and do not
get involved with anyone.
Now,you do not forget
the love of someone,
Do not forget,
Whenever the time will change,
it will affect you too.
What is the solution to me today,
It will be yours tomorrow too.
Do not give me beshrew,
do not love anybody?
Do not go to anybody
after you come in to my life.
Sometimes a person is not always alone.
The world knows that,
the time of everybody changes.
Do not laugh at anyone,
you hurt someone's heart.
You, the love of my heart, beauty is exactly what you define –
You are the rose of the valleys that possesses a scent so divine;
And your eyes so tender, far more like the moon glistering bright,
So is your love unto me, not half so comparable at day or at night.
Your lips, O my darling, as the stars across the clouds, beautiful
Than the lips of those whose hobbies are to tell lies so awful –
And your smile is kind, as though all joys were vested in you;
And your touch is sweet, when I lie in your arms fearing dew.
And your voice is liquid, could hardly breathe when I heard you sing,
And your kiss, and O, the velvet of your skin! what a gentle thing –
Like the softest sand of the deeper sea, stimulates shipment of sentiments,
With a plethora of love, and dignity I must say ‘My poem, –this is how it ends!’
But beshrew me, I never wish to lo and behold my soul dissever from yours,
And awake at midnight, and say: ‘The love is over and gone, or perhaps even worse!’
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