Best Alloy Poems
Dear vibrant artist
Magic is bestowed on you
Master transformer
Lead the way through the dark night
Your call illuminates souls
The twittering of the birds singsonged by
As the mum night kissed the new spousal dawn
The daybreak entity by the beadsmen allegiance
Pour forth by the holy water along the river adorn.
Thrown by the kid, the pebble found by the street
To the river, that splashed water
Few drops dripped numbly by the curls so formed
The kid whispered to his ingenuity and smiled by his quiesce voice.
The aroma morning breeze by the garden of blossoms
Felt by the awaken passers, suspired softly by the fresh air
The late city woke up by the quotidian alarm
Tuning the frequency modulation to a baritone cohere.
Rushed along by the streets, horns hooted at the crossing
By the foot, the beggar sang for his solicitation
There by the stoplight the cop whistled to control the traffic
The politician in the ambassador with the siren went by.
Two teenagers spotted to fight on a fallacious note
And the one who passed over, enjoyed with a sarcastic tone
There a group of bunked educatees forgather with a guitar
And played a melodic line that absorbed the whole inclusion.
Lost in the city, the traveler acquainted with strangers
But when asked for his destination, he propelled to be familiar
There by the midst he heard his yell unheard by all
He rhymed his own verse through his journey sung by his own voice.
The twittering of the birds singsonged by
As the midday coerce felt sorry by the sunset jollity
The twilight entity by the soul mate hug and kiss
Enclosed by the memories with the birds nested by the eventide.
Felt by the kid, the numbness of the darkness
To the sound of beetles, that phantomed his thoughts
Few spoke with the silence as they heard the cozy tone
The kid then slumbered by the alloy felt rhythmically to his own.
It's time for my great NAVY to ashore,
in dandelion summer rest in peace,
forgetting anchor in the bog - to soar,
or rust neglected in the glitch, at least.
It's time to realize what you have meant
by saying that you ought to make it hurt.
And, purely clear in this fair intent,
you have wound up treating me like dirt.
You're still completely sure in your rave
that life has been arranged in that way,
that if you want here something to be saved
than it shall be destroyed right away.
Our times.. for thirteen crazy rainy springs
to thoroughly forget them I have sworn.
Just stop impersonating in my dreams
All dreads and sorrows, binded up with thorn.
I wish that each my flattop had own wings.
I wish that all my fighters were shot down
and drowned in grace, defying misty winds.
I wonder.. will you lose your stainless crown?
1/06/2014
NikA
Only An Alloy
My poems, people consider to be putrid
When all of our life appears to be illucid
Everyone around seems to be scattered
What's left is broken and all shattered.
People start to shiver and put on pair of socks
When time stops running will wind up clocks
And hope to have a wonderful surprise
On Mother's Day do receive a sweet surprise.
So now you should have much happiness
And point of all my poems never miss
Also while reading try to jump for joy
Even though not pure and only an alloy.
Each day I exclaim,
display my satisfaction.
Have I found a solution
to my prickly problem?
Or have I found that rather nice town?
It's in California - right there,
on the arm of the Pacific.
A lovely place to be.
I might come across a wonderful alloy
made of copper and nickel.
It has a high electrical resistance,
and is quite cool. So cool.
Do I exclaim in order to praise
a town that's so good to be in,
a piece of metal that's so, so cool?
Ah, it is so. Eureka! Eureka! Eureka!
(24 Aug 2023)