Best Gravels Poems
O river of moon roses
ferry me home....
I weep in quivering quiescence
like a weathered wild petal~
healing and hurting
in my p o e t i c recluse..
perhaps there is no word
to depict your thunder-struck garden
as breathless stars
shiver in solitude
tasting the pulse of betrayal
from the veins of grieving gravels…
I ponder ~ must I brush
skin of dusk
with angst of dawn
believe in self-spun delusions,
and drown in dahlia deception?
I have known truth as a masked lie
fed from familiar hands
of superficial solace...
I trusted the darker face of twilight
oblivious to the
sage flickering within...
following the fading silver
of the fickle Luna~
a willing mistress
to ethereal torment…
forgive me
I have no adjectives nor rhyme
left to right the love turned cold
I wove across
hyacinth horizon
that
feels not silent sighs
remember
you'll search for my silhouette
in valleys of vain violets
wicked-white winds
when the sun blemishes the sky
with colors of
ice-blue
r e v e r i e s
O dream-weaver
soul-kisser....
I ache for an esoteric escape ~
to relearn the unwritten rhythm,
lost in the gravity
of your gossamer gaze,
where the sun
no longer dawns
as a sinister star ~
and the dust
of monsoon skies
rains soulful sonatas,
while mellifluous mists
merge with silence,
to paint
a porcelain portrait
that feels like forever ~
not merely
a picturesque prison,
but a place that houses love,
beyond uncertainties
framed in fear…
but now we meet and muse
in the realm of garnet gravels,
a dream delicately composed
in roseate reverie
where this becomes
more than a portrait,
a poem woven with patience,
when heavy is the past
that
pushes, pulls,
presses ~
while leaves sigh and
drift through skies of
autumnal elegance…
I surrender to your balmy blues
the ocean-deep devotion.
I long to devour and remain
consumed
amidst the
boulevard of divine doves
a field of freedom
until every evening
envelops our thoughts
with tender teal ~ timelessness
and soul-prints pulse
and glimmer
tracing twilight’s melodies
like silk-laced stars
spinning through
the cashmere cadence
of everlasting Eden…
There are times when a man like me
Wants to cry like a child
But for the barren pits of tears and
Crumbling pebbles of bones
Wetting my eyes becomes no lesser task
Than kneading gravels to bake a bread
I've evolved from flesh to stone
A walking statue weathered by life
What more could I do for the little girl
Who looks for food in a heap of garbage
While a skeletal dog barks at her with
Sound of saw on a fallen tree
They declared my blood has sugar in excess
Why then my heart is bitter I wonder
When I see a dead child
Wheeled away to the morgue
Why can't I feel the pain even as I hear
A baby's cry from the maternity ward
Loneliness swallows me tonight
I bend my limbs on the bed
Like a fetus in a womb and I hear a faraway voice
Hushing me through a severed umbilical cord and
I feel the warmth of familiar hands on my cheeks
And my eyelids begin to burn in gentle flames
When I try to cry
Beauty and the Beast
As her beauty glistens on the outside, her beast brutalizes and demeans her insides.
Belligerent engaged and in war with herself, hostile aggressiveness makes her beast comes out.
She desperately cries out, unable to discipline herself.
Her beast disassociates and separates her from forming any relationships with anyone else.
Her beast slowly takes her dignity and devitalizes her pride.
She is weaken and deprived of life.
She no longer sees her worth; her eyes tell her story of hurt.
Pain as a contributor a well-known donor, love has divorce her.
Forsaken entirely abandon since birth, to be truly loved she thirst.
Unable to see her beauty runs deep, genuinely shows her generosity that emphasizes her sincere honesty.
She garnishes her beastliness while smiling.
As her beast is hiding deeply behind her eyes, her glazy stare intensify her happy appearance as a glassy finish.
As her beast is frantic, her beauty becomes fraudulent.
Her smiles more deceitful her heart grows fragile emotions so gullible.
The meaning of love gravels.
Beauty and the beast she will forever be, for the love she crave the beast will forever eat.
Leaving her dying a unloved sleeping beauty.
the forgotten wood
dead eyes of Ethel's baby
dripping blood gravels*
* based on folk belief in Barak District Assam
horror haiku
unconventional haiku
Glowing candles flicker an imminent grief,
Undulant meadows sink then moments brief,
A recluse in silence deep, torment lies only if
Truth recoups when heavy gravels lift,
An answer wayward a curse or a gift.
Cowslips they unfold of features like Jen,
Savages abscond when clock strikes ten,
Perverse acts send hungry crowds lighten,
Hubris hold invariably the psyche taken,
Perils unforeseen pulses of men quicken.
Children's lax inexpiable chides mother,
Intrinsic in nature mud ponds splatter,
Bare foots they wrestle, would spectators rather?
Such complacency splits its odd feather,
A pervasive yet reprehensible matter.
Pictures in frames of tumultuous memories,
Mutinous rogues, malevolent the eye that sees,
To confer one's wish in return good ceases,
Tentative strokes across sheets her will flees,
Exacerbates her desires tenfold with ease.
Narrow was the path I walked
Filled with gravels and stones
The people it surrounded were all but illiterate
Gifted with all knowledges
But lack the heart
Thus I stand before you
Neither with pride nor ego
But a sabotaged brain pleading for the heart
For it has never felt love and had to show it in return
Forgive on how I behaved
For I thought too much and felt too little
I learnt all the mechanism of the heart
Yet this knowledge is nothing but strange to me
But I swear on the very heart that
Not another day on this earth shall pass
That I won't be a slave for your love
I gaze out my glass doors,
engrossed in
the clamorous cadence
of screeching stillness,
emitting electric tones
of love etched in stones,
and fervent flares of fireflies,
stolen from the riverbed of memories,
where songs we played on repeat~
to the moon and stars
weeping in darkness~
reverberate like redolent refrains…
And in this s i l e n c e,
I question every word unwritten,
as the essence of unspoken phases
mean everything
to the abandoned shadows,
searching for a purpose
amidst ephemeral threads~
of weariness we wear,
when white noise engulfs
serene, salty caves,
where nothing stays constant
but the garnet gravels,
glazed with smothered fears,
singing scars,
mirroring stained pearls,
resting in the heart
of cacophonous currents.
I’ve long known that
the pain
I breathe
is not heavier than the burden
you bear like a warrior,
armored with scales of strength.
Remember when gusts of grief
blurred the sparks flying
across your horizon?
I chose to walk
beneath the shivering skyline,
for I’ve tasted ivory tears
of the crescent,
felt the citrine warmth
drifting through dusky flickers,
as in your arms, every tornado
unfurls twinkling tenors of
turquoise tomorrows,
calming twisted tides,
ferrying lagoon lies, with lucid lullabies.
I’m still tied to the s i l k and l a c e
of the soaring lunar rays,
entwined in an emerald dream
carved with ethereal mists...
A saga,
eternally engraved
in the fated cusp of emptiness,
waiting for the rebirth of
entombed longings,
true love lingers like
a ghost of an ebony rose
in the graveyard
of buried promises...
I have a lust for learning
Sometimes when I try to savor a voyage
Why the streets are always
laid over with rough pebbles
and coal black dusts.
Yet I always desire to reach my destiny
And my bleeding feet
leaves behind the blesses from where I departed
graced with beautiful dreams
and vivid days.
And as I head towards my destination
Sometimes I find I'm playing with my own imaginations
When I chance to stop at the dissector
and my keen eyes wonders
which way to go!
I saluted my heart to move on the nasty way
As I was not welcomed to enter the ethereal gate
and my senses dismayed me
When my wit foretold
That I was moving the wrong way.
Yet I listened to my heart and kept aside my wit
On the way I met with several ills withal curses
No wonder they were defeated
And I was defeated by the soul of mine
When I found my destiny was already ruined
with several gravels.
Calabar, my birth place of adventure
The ebb of motherhood
There i originated
In your tropical forest was my image carved
Calabar, your beauty is taller than the palm trees
Your dogs barks in the gravels of my mouth
Your palm wine lubricate
In the shadow of your women i soar
A memory of the legend
Your hills are never ills
You valleys float with vigor
In your calabash i abode
In the wombs of your snails i snore
In the shadow of your snow is an ice for the Eskimo
Your Street like Eden
Calabar, a virgin
Your rivers speaks many languages
Calabar, my home.
(I felt empty
But no more I sense the hole,
A feeling of loneliness,
Had coaxed my heart,
To the beauty of hope.)
The greenness of my earth,
Was dwelling in the shadows,
Like the late winter's night,
My path to love was veiled,
By disbelief.
My insight was lost,
Looking for the answers in the
light,
Unaware of the flickering flame,
That was lit in the dark,
Bright.
I went looking for the pearl,
In the depths of the ocean,
Bewildered by its vastness,
I stopped my search,
Oblivious of the pearl being
guarded,
By an ugly shell,
Lying unseen in the waters,
Yet floating in the shallows.
I walked the garden barefoot on
the grasses,
Trying to relish the softness
beneath my feet,
Unknown of the slits,
Which were caused by the rough
gravels,
Along my path.
The blood that poured,
Highlighting the rail,
Towards the blooming marigolds,
Which I travelled.
While picking the marigolds,
My eyes rested upon,
The single thornless red rose
blossomed.
Fascinated by its beauty,
I forgot about my dismay,
And went to collect it.
A single dew drop rested upon
its petal,
And the aroma felt rejuvenating,
The dew drop was like my
unfound pearl,
Also the flame in the dark that
was flickering.
I looked in the dew drop with
careful eyes,
And it was like a small mirror,
I could see my reflection looking
back at me,
A sudden recognition calmed all
my fears.
I was being embraced,
By the gulf of pleasant air,
And the earth sent ripples of joy
from beneath.
I could hear the birds singing of
love,
And the sky blessing me from
above,
And the freshness of the
approaching spring,
I could breathe.
The beauty of the rose,
Had beautified my barren land.
A sense of contentment,
Washed all over me.
The gaping hole in me was filled
with hope,
And I was at last complete.
Stories that stood behind soundless shapes;
Silence have finally found its way,
Dressed in a tall sky of towering tendons,
Wishing-wells weeping for wagons,
And as fiends of the forest frame fervent flavors,
Gruesome gravels aching for a touch of dirt from bittersweet barrels,
But one day the festering foe will see ,
what it means to be on scorching knees,
When summer is gone only the snow shall bleed,
A sonnet shaper than the dark Lead you read,
What good are ammos without the gun it fits to,
Perhaps threats are just a view only to sit through,
Salt and pepper beard too seek not for fluffy old warm rugs,
when your floors were far too cold for your own bugs,
You’ve stained the better half of what was meant to be,
Then required a fully functioning me?
There is no room for light in this foggy page full of grief,
For hope is a delicacy garnished for thieves.
Our life’s twists are at times too bad.
Bliss is not what we always have.
Tears do shed and make us broken,
Life is like this so we need to keep on moving.
My journey if full of gravels and holes on its way,
It’s like an agony in hell on my travel even it’s a day.
Oh! The wounds in my heart keep on bleeding.
Nerves and feet keep on trembling.
It came into my mind all of a sudden,
That God wasn’t listening to what I’d been praying.
But then one night before I closed my eyes, I realized,
I’m just on a hurry, for the certainty is, he’s there that guide.
Tears are streaming right now and I think I’m about to die,
For there’s no truth from them and it’s all a lie.
By the power of the Holy Spirit, soon they will know,
That the real thing is the finest that they must show.
My Lord, my King, my God in heaven,
Hear and answer my prayer.
I am knocking your amorous heart,
Please cast away the misery and pain in my heart.
I believe that the truth will soon prevail.
God is my knight and shining armor, and to him I hail.
All those demons will not win the game.
For the Almighty Father cares and he’s there.
Lord, I shout out loud for justice,
On earth let there be peace.
I genuflect before you my God.
Help me to surmount all these trials that I have.
Save me Lord from the thorn of this burden,
Because with you Lord, I will not be forsaken.
The pain from within hurts a lot,
So I try to be strong, even though I’m not.
Day by day, this circumstance weakens me,
It’s almost dimness and shadow in which I always see.
Enlighten and strengthen me Lord,
It’s in your loving arms in which I could find comfort.
Prayer is the greatest thing I own in my heart,
Looking for a brighter tomorrow and a better start.
There’s nothing possible ‘coz I believe in you.
Time will heal my wounded heart, and it’s all because of you.
by : JOYZEL MAE P. SOTES
August 1, 2013
No doubt you have an unending smile
even when you're not wearing it.
The heart of a Gold we can say.
Caring, supportive and
Autographed with Diamonds
It's okay to want to feel like
wrapping some arms
Around a sexy living demi god
You know? Slowly deeply, take a lip
close to yours, remove a shirt, slowly
put a lip close to the hearing glands,
down to the neck
And you react trying to move.
Probably a little bite on it
Moving down to the nipples
if there's one around,
down down the belly button
Oh wait! Come on! Snap out!
Just another fairy tale from the spring.
Sometimes I feel like you're an Armed Army
in a video game trying to catch the invaders.
Then I realize you could freeze there on the
mission just hearing a tear drop from an unknown.
You already look like a survivor, beside the gravels on this piece can only echo gunshots, it'll cease at your panting, so you'll live to survive it.
I should have tagged you a vamp
But vampires don't come out in the sun.
And the last I remember,
you're not a night walker.
But deep under the mat,
there could be an unseen
green light you know?
Well? I'll just cough and pass..
Nah! I won't even make a noise
cos we could be in the Wolf's Den,
And I certainly don't wanna see
leafs fall down, neither would I
tell you to go under so I'll cover you.
I've got no mind myself.
So I hope you pray for strength to defeat
an uneasy life.
Watch out for oil puddles, they might ignite
Success!
lastly get your eyes off me,
I doubt we could have a thing...
I'm still stuck in diamonds.
I have pretty much all I want
A new dress or new pair of glasses?
I try it, buy it and I flaunt
Walking carelessly past the masses.
Am I happy? Care to ask?
Well that is just one silly question
Oftentimes I rhyme at work desk,
Although it is not worth the mention.
All that I have - the comfort, cats,
Experiences, sports and travels -
I'd give up to turn the poor stats
Of my dating scene into gravels.