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A Royal Birth

the Sun in the west
smoldering with fire inside
afraid to explode, 
jumped into the waters below.

over this impetuous act 
the Day, in deep regret
snuffing all her grace,
flickered out.

under the cover of darkness
the aquamarine sky witnessed,
the birth of a crescent Moon, 
with angelic glow.

cradled high in the vast expanse,
with sailing seraphs for company
the little princess born, 
would soon be queen of the night sky!

to celebrate the royal birth,
innumerable lights were lit
in the firmament
like burning chandeliers.

the Earth was seen lying dazed,
by this astral illumination
wondering what drama
would yet unfold.

April.11. 2023


~ Placed Eighth~
Brian Strand Contest.No 1212

~ Placed First~

Simply Poetry 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- John Lawless

Categories: innumerable, analogy, birth, celebration, moon,
Form: Free verse

The Bougainvillea Tree

It stood on the other side of the wall rooted firmly
for the white bougainvillea tree did not belong to me
Wondered why it always branched this side
paving my walkway with blooms of white

While I patiently waited for my rose bush to flower
it nonchalantly continued its year-long showers
Unbothered unfettered by the gardener’s reaper, it grew
in every direction, old branches shooting off the new

Assiduously each day I tried to broom them away
but they, like a mother’s kisses were always there
Falling softly like advices from an old friend 
they were fragile, paper-white, yet persistent

With gentle breeze they glide to me be it summer rain or spring
Innumerable, countless like God’s many blessings.

Categories: innumerable, natureold, old,
Form: Sonnet

Cosmic Dust

Since time immemorial across the Universe—
Traces of my vapor, my dust trails, my footprints, my being
Light up the skies of innumerable planets etching themselves
Indelibly in the consciousness of the stars and making visible
Impressions in the cold continuum of deep dark space.

I’m mere particle matter—in reality, an iota of infinity that
Continues its travel through time and space and all dimensions
Visiting the vast frontiers of the Universe while leaving minute
Traces of my Cosmic DNA.

I’m part of the Universe’s great existential family—
My quest is to travel, to arrive, to be one with everything I touch,
And to savor a continuous divine purpose. 

What unbounding possibilities there are as I traverse the far 
Outreaches of dark space on Flight Paths of Eternity.

And sometimes I’m a part of rainbows that kiss the Face of God.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (March 24, 2014) 
(Free Verse)

Categories: innumerable, adventure, beautiful, creation, fantasy,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Streams of Gold, Blazing Andromedas

"Streams of Gold, Blazing Andromedas"

Engagement came at a cost
the written word read 
and worn like a purple robe 
to keep out the cold 
stave the hunger off,
feed the soul eveything,
Everything, is what it wants,
silky words like feathers
tickle the closed throat,
the lips open the kisses 
like envelopes
eternal sweet plumbs, 
like losengers 
in a glass swear jar 
too many now,
innumerable, 
judged and fined,
selected and sucked 
unreasonably 
for some kind longevity, 
the life, for all it's worth,
in treacherous weather, 
sometimes flounders,
pauses for a while
looking upwards towards
an empty sky searching 
and waiting, for far away lost gods,
then uncomfortably dressed,
the robe, loosened, like a pagan,
the written word read
and worn on the outside
like a purple cross,
the stars glittering in 
reflective windows,
the view immeasurable,
the external shell 
disgarded and dropped
at the feet of absent minded
causes, the reviews smile
like wolves lost, they're
missing the red hoods,
they're missing 
the real treasure,
the deep buried plot

the naked pleasure 
of walking away 
graces a certain freedom
priceless, like rare diamonds 
entwined with diamantes,
who can tell the difference now?
twinkling like blazing andromedas
at the distant edge of their worlds
Engagement locked in at a cost

fresh water pearls
au natural, nothing
false here, the 
kintsugi veins glow 
lux vitae
in fig leaf stories

a naked life shining,
seen running in 
broken streams of gold

the missing Page left opening
marked unopened books,
walks like a lost adventurer
through stories 
that arrive on leaves

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

Categories: innumerable, muse,
Form: Narrative

A Spoonful of Snow

Big things in small packages, so goes the phrase
       And astounding, a spoonful of snow, in such ways

A thousand frost miracles, and identical, none
       Innumerable prisms making rainbows from sun

Each with its detail of wonders, unique
       Chilled to perfection to tickle your cheek ...

Spoonfuls, that if balled, are fun to be flung
       Pleasurably melted when placed on your tongue

Just enough snow for a friend, I would think
       To get their attention, or cool down a drink

Limpid complexities with formations, fine
       Chiseled by a physical process, divine ...

Jewels from the heavens as winter clouds weep
       The crystalline tears of a season's cold creep

Transparent and clear, and cleaving the light
       Yet bundled together, the whitest of white

Like so much we see, they're plain at-a-glance
       Yet examined up-close, are sure to entrance

   So ...

Maybe there's a lesson that we can thus learn
       To look at each OTHER more closely, in turn

For the inestimable qualities surfaces hide
       And the precious complexion of what is INSIDE

By remembering always, wherever we go
       The amazement and magic in a spoonful ...

   Of snow.






~ 1st Place ~  in the "Christmas Rhymes" Poetry Contest, Kim Rodrigues, Judge & Sponsor.

Categories: innumerable, appreciation, imagery, snow, winter,
Form: Rhyme

Children of Eternity

God gave a promise to us,
that our children would be more than the stars in the sky
He would give us life abundantly;
multiplying and expanding without end,
vast and innumerable will God's family be
Children of eternity
Be we have not all been faithful
to believe this holy vow of promise
Selfish desires possesses the wayward souls,
careless pleasures are all some seek ...
bodies addicted to sexual stimulations
Unwanted seeds conceived in beds of lust
are taken to the high priestess Noitroba,
and placed on the sterile altar in her temple of death
Drink the chemical poison,
wither the life within
Twice dead ...
make the dying womb barren again
Life was given unto them,
but they, selfishly, refuse to give life to someone else
Pleasure seekers, sex slaves
Chained to carnal desires
They love to indulge in acts of procreation,
but they hate to taste of the fruit it produce
They spit out the seeds
Where are their children,
where are their children's children?
They possess no Abraham, Isaac and Jacob,
a dry tree is their DNA spiritual makeup
So many empty vessels containing no seeds of life
The children of eternity will still sprout into existence,
though some have tried to turn God's fertile truth into a barren lie
God gave a promise to us,
that our children will outnumber all of the stars in the sky

Categories: innumerable, children, death, life, spiritual,
Form: Free verse

The Magic Feast

I saw magical faeries. 
Tripping in and around
Sparkling wings shining 
In the dazzling sunbeams
That transversally filtered
Through the mighty beeches
Of a Bavarian forest.

A royal feast proclaimed.
The mighty Queen arrived.
And took her place on a throne
In a prominent part of the glen.
Sumptuous abundant delicacies 
Appeared out of nowhere,
Cheeses and pixie pears,
And saffron flavoured cakes,
Plus, milk laced with honey.

Enchanting lively music 
Advanced towards the glen.
Happiness and Felicity
Thrilled the expectant audience.
Soon, darkness fell around, 
But innumerable, bright glow worms
Lit up the secluded grassy glen.
Dancing thus began in earnest.
Until they tired out and all returned
To their cosy leaves to dream
About their lovely Fairy Queen.

Categories: innumerable, fairy, fantasy,
Form: Free verse

Growing Up With the Language of Kings

I always had this fascination with the English language.
Ever since I learned to read and write,
it captivated my interest, beside my own native tongue;
Opening for me a whole new world different from my own -
A world of kingdoms, of princesses and princes, of queens and kings,
of knights in shining armor, of noblemen and the common man,
of many innumerable things.

A child who found such joy in a second language or third
would feel like a traitor to her own when deep nationalism
is rooted in her bones. It was not easy.

And yet the fascination remained – despite being inculcated
with heavy ideas on love for motherland and in the words of Rizal –
“Ang hindi magmahal sa sariling wika,
Ay higit pa ang amoy sa malansang isda”.*

To a child who secretly preferred reading in the foreign tongue,
These words were damning. So much so that in my mind
there was always an ongoing war while growing up
with the king’s language and Rizal.

Looking back, mastering both languages would have been a lot easier
had somebody told me: “Go ahead, do what makes you happy,
as long as you do not forget your identity.
Be proud of the color of your skin.
You can be unique and world class at the same time,
there is no need to feel guilt, find your own rhyme.”

And so today, I tell the youth who have their own native tongue:
Enjoy the journey, but do not forget you are a child of your land
while you discover many things, using the language of kings.

Dr. Jose Rizal – Philippine National Hero, who ironically have mastered different languages including Greek, Latin, Hebrew ,Sanskrit, German, French, Italian among others, aside from Spanish and the now commonly used English language

* "Anyone who does not love his own language
is worse than the smell of a rotting fish."

26 July 2015
The Doesn't Fit Contest
Sponsor: Carol Eastman

Categories: innumerable, education, growing up, introspection,
Form: Free verse

The Beauty of Charkha the Spinning Wheel 1

The Beauty of Charkha the Spinning Wheel

The Poem is dedicated to Mahatma Gandhi and his Charkha.


When first time I looked 
At the Wooden Charkha*
With a child’s curiosity to know, 
What it was? 
I had seen it 
Without caring and knowing much,  
What actually the thing was?

For me in my childhood days, 
It was then 
Just a toy like instrument with wooden wheels
Equipped with some simple mechanism 
To move a wheel from one hand 
And to take out the yarn 
On the wheels of the Charkha 
From the other
Emerging like a never ending rope
Resembling the heavenly figures
Which attracts the viewers 
In all the classic works of art.

To me in those moments
The making of the yarn on a Charkha
Was like coming out of a magical thing
From the white cotton lovely small bales
From which the Charkha was
Pulling the threads 
And twisting the thin yarns
To make to make it a stronger weaving yarn. 

The outcome was astonishing 
In the form of cotton yarn 
Which the spinner produces
On the wheels of any Charkha 
By his soft and simple hands
It was a thing which would have fascinated 
Any child and even the grownups 
In those days
When the treasure of knowledge 
Was not so easily available
By clicking a button or moving a mouse
And simple things used to give us 
The most delicious pleasures of life
Which we try to find and keep searching 
In every possible places today  
With the help of innumerable 
Search engines.

I had very little idea in my early childhood
How a fabric was made from cotton tree
And what it was 
That we know as cotton 
Which ultimately gives us
The most fascinating comfort and pleasure
In the form of our soft and sweet 
Lovely dresses.

Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 24th May 2015 
To continue in next…

Categories: innumerable, dedication,
Form: Free verse

The Truth Room

Come with me my Brother,
to a secret place where Light and Shadow line the face with fear and grace,
leave sophmoric style, wry smile and sly bile on the road of your forgotten mile,
sick sarcasm is the symptom of envy, a pet to your heart destroyer,
such artifice and malice have no language in this room of roasted dreams,

Enter through the damaged door, touch the destruction of vandals,
you have never been here before, where gold blood cuts the floor,
do you see how the walls move like squalls at our approach,
feel how they tell stories with the sensations of defeat, anxiety, impropriety,
in here we witness a collection of seperate yet synthesized segments of Self,
childhood torment, shallow manhood, virility limp as stolen victory,
underachievement, the underbelly of your arrogance, flacid like placid passion,

We journey further into this gallery of emotional gallows
smelt by the hurt of innumerable adavances
repelled by the demands of Quality,
you will writhe wildly
from the harrowing healing leeching into your concepts of self control,
graceful in absorbtion of Truth's attrition,
fruitless ambition shall now cling as cleaving contrition,
your face Brother, look long into the shimmer of sorrow become the old,
tattooed you are like a snake's skin checkered and beautiful
with scaled episodes of submission and aggression, dying to be Divine,
I want you to know that there is no exit of ease from this place Brother,
we trek within your very Soul,
this is the home and harbor of everything you've decided to be,
there are other rooms here, some of joy and some of strife,
but you leave not the Truth Room of your anger
until the Light finds no fault in your intention -

J.A.B.

Categories: innumerable, best friend, brother, bullying,
Form: Epic

Justice - Someday

For the precious little unborn souls - in the womb
But not given their chance to suck in the Breath of Life
To find their way through the dusty storms of experience
And to grow and blossom
Into the lovely beings they were meant to be

     .....Will there be Justice for them.....

For the families of people murdered - unjust destruction of life
Caused by those whose cruelty and selfishness knows no bounds
Waiting with empty hope for the peace they deserve
To see their loved ones avenged through a system
Set up to help those who caused so much hurt - the searing pain

     .....Where is the Justice for them.....

For the children caught up in the insanity of abuse
Their bodies and souls raped; their hearts starved for the love
And the affection that should be theirs - the wait
For the systems that are supposed to rescue them - and yet
They are returned to those who hurt them the most - and then they die

     .....Was there Justice for them.....

For the innumerable and wretched poor, needy and oppressed of the Earth
Who are always with us - deliberately kept that way on purpose
By those whose greed has bled the Planet dry
With their hoarding of wealth, riches and unbounded excesses
Cold compassion - forcing the poor to help the poor

Ignoring the request of our Creator - To Share

     .....And Justice For All?
                                       Not Yet!
                                                    SOMEDAY.....



Written By:  Neva Romaine
8/28/2015

(Original Post for "What is Your Form of Justice"-9/17/15)

Categories: innumerable, abuse, faith, hope, loss,
Form: Free verse

Ulan At Sinag Ng Araw: Pagmumuni Ng Isang Tulirong Isip

my head touches the pillow
as gentle rain lulls me 
and i just want to   s
                             i
                             n
                              k

into the sheets,
fold into myself,
….be forgotten,

immerse myself with the raindrops
and blend in—
    washed out,
washed away,
 
be a mere globule
in those floodwaters

and once it recedes,

let me be

--bleached
by 
sunlight

scrub     a w a y 
my darkness,

let that vast spectrum of light
assault it

let those rays
shine
No.
make that, glare--
into my outer and inner beings,
highlighting each of my flaws—


(--can’t you see?—
--tell me,
is it not amidst sunlight
that you see
all those dust particles
floating about?

air may seem invisible, 
  but it's not invincible

think. Again.

--those countless, innumerable
nano flaws)

let those rays
burn through me,
forcing melanocytes
to aggregate
into multiple nevi

--flaws manifested—

then after the Sun
has done its part,

allow pieces of me

to evaporate,
to condense,
to sublimate,,,,

I ramble,  on
    and on                 ...,and on
droning, groaning
like the hardened ground,
as, it’s, pierced, by, rain daggers, 

(but unlike it,
the petrichor 
that I release

fails
to 
invigorate me

--the reason
behind this

escapes me)

Drench,,,,, everything!!!!!!! 
!!!!! unleash,,,,, ravage !!!!!
     then 
  devastate!!!!!


simply: 

R e l. e a s e

               
all that chaos
within


then after all that,
revel in the silence

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and so 
I simply lie
down
on my pondering senti.mental stool-
the overthinker, the wandering fool



Cut through me, Rain, 
--be my salve

Burn deep inside me, Sunlight,
--then heal my tatteredness






--------rain and sunlight: lingering thoughts of a loopy, sighing, mind-----

Categories: innumerable, angst, feelings, introspection, light,
Form: Free verse

- Luminous Arrows and Rolling Thunder -

You who ride the storm, the lion of heaven in hell
                     The thunder shook the earth, with stone axes
                              Mountain and soil being folded
                          A settlement from the earth's interior
                     //Rolling thunder, the innumerable trumpets //

                         The lightning bent mutely and refined
                             The lion is able to create stone,
                              sun and water to their servants
                      Always ready to throw himself over his victim
                        A sense of impending violence, as a climax
                         Did the ravens fly in the wrong direction ?
                             No one could explain the frightening 
                            phenomenon as lightning and thunder
                           //Rolling thunder, wild horses running//





                                              01.10.2020
                                     Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
                                 Copyright © All Rights Reserved

                               "The Unexplained" Poetry Contest
                               Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire 
                                       2nd place in the contest

Categories: innumerable, myth, nature,
Form: Lyric

Easter Chicken's Lament!

"Happy Easter To You!", is the greeting I hear them shout!
Alas, I just lamely roost here, brood, ponder and pout!
I've worked for weeks making eggs and I'm all tuckered out!
All this hoopla about rabbits, I can really do without!

Me, my mom, aunts, nieces and innumerable distant cousins,
Have been producing eggs by the gross and by the dozens.
Every Easter 'tis those wily bunnies earning the gratitude,
Leaving me and my kin with a very fractious attitude!

Moms send their kids to rob the eggs from 'neath our breast,
Telling them the rabbits made them - this I vehemently protest!
I'm thinking of a sitdown strike come Lent next year,
To frustrate those crafty varmints with a message loud and clear!

The kids make appalling designs on the beauties we produce,
And even tint our chicks in lurid hues, adding to the abuse!
The rabbits get all the glory and stir up all this commotion!
They don't lay eggs!   I'll disabuse folks of that silly notion!

If I sound somewhat frustrated, well I reckon I am,
As those cunning scoundrels perpetuate their mythical scam!
Us chickens will just have to press on with our usual grace.
The truth will out, then we'll "cluckle" at the egg on their face!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired 
(© All Rights Reserved)

Placed No. 3 in A Chicken Poem In Memory of Armano Aurocano Rock Star

Categories: innumerable, funnyeaster, easter,
Form: Rhyme

Chameleons

“Chameleons”

Chameleons
many shades 
of blue 

pretty beautiful
things given time
change their colours

not so 
delphinium
belladonna blue

Blue sky 
hypnotises
blooms 

face to the sun 
smiling to
wave Apollo in 

subtle fragrance 
the wanting need 
to get closer

around their 
feet, circling geckos
5 toes like man

leave their 
love-drugged marks 
their tales moving

words written
marks retreating 
in Time’s sands

chameleons

pretty beautiful 
things given time 
change their colours

Blue sky 
hypnotises
blooms 

even the sky
comes 
with conditions

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Halloween approaches....









“I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.” 
(Anne Sexton/Her Kind).

Categories: innumerable, blue, dark, muse, sky,
Form: Narrative

Best Innumerable Poems

A Royal Birth

The Bougainvillea Tree

Cosmic Dust

Streams of Gold, Blazing Andromedas

A Spoonful of Snow

Children of Eternity

The Magic Feast

Growing Up With the Language of Kings

The Beauty of Charkha the Spinning Wheel 1

The Truth Room

Justice - Someday

Ulan At Sinag Ng Araw: Pagmumuni Ng Isang Tulirong Isip

- Luminous Arrows and Rolling Thunder -

Easter Chicken's Lament!

Chameleons

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