Best Liquidated Poems
“instrumentalising mind, I rested thought
employing it only when needed
shifting to heart, I became self-taught
gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded” ~ Unseeking Seeker
When thoughts purge in restlessness,
we pause the frequency of the mind,
allowing the rhapsodies
of the rosemary heart
to compose lyrics of
life in sync with sandalwood serenity…
I am a gossamer ribbon,
drifting across
caliginous cloudscapes,
like a delicate trace
of greying gloaming,
listening to the eerie requiems
ricocheting through the horizon.
But am I to follow the hypnotic lies,
perpetually prompting
my thoughts to ink
crimson confetti of confusion?
For the heart is the window
to the crown chakra,
awaiting the alignment of seven stars,
where the mind remains a mystery,
unreliable and capricious,
like the wind carrying
the sound of raging rain tonight.
O celestial maestro
of the cosmos and beyond,
let fears dissolve into ambient waves,
rippling with rejuvenating radiance,
reflecting seraphic light
from the crooning currents beneath~
tempestuous tides,
while I unchain the confined
chambers of my persona,
to unravel the alchemist within,
that knows not the
dying colors of dusk and dawn,
and reveals emerald auroras
in hibiscus harmony,
amidst the moonless
serenades of the sky~
in sync with my stained consciousness.
So let the dancing dreams
and the divine spirit
manifest through bleeding intuition,
as I open my arms to the sun
singing within his euphoric siesta,
there lakes of lotus ebb and flow in
ethereal themes,
transforming jinxed juniper lilies
into joyous jasmines,
and my voice shall mirror
pristine peonies,
scented with mystical musk,
where the fickleness of existence
is liquidated with lavender scriptures,
for my heart is the
empyrean haven for northern gems,
guiding the glass kayak of survival,
refusing darkness to mask
the kundalini mantras within
the alluring aura of life,
rehearsing self-fulfilling prophecies,
to illuminate silhouettes of
the galaxies in crystalline clarity.
Let he who has no sin
Cast the first stone
May we all red repent
And find spiritual home
May every woman or man
Child or any blessed being
Find kindness compassion and
God's lavender love so freeing
May the grieving be free from grief
Finding joy and hazel healing
May the soldier find peach peace
Despite ptsd and superior scolding
May the hungry be able to eat
Both in spirit as well as physically
May the lost souls be found
And find faith in embrace of community
May your troubles be liquidated
Becoming green fertilizer
And a garden of blessings created
From fruit of spirit licorice desire
Despite knowing trials and tribulations
May you find your path in faith
May your life be a celebration
Of God’s making each and every day
I beseech thee to
answer
Is there still
hope???
Forgetting their
vows of chaste they
become lecherous
Fighting for power,
they become
ambitous.
Their actions make
people shock
For they forget why
they put on the
cassock.
Respect for God, our
clergies no longer
have
But so greedy with
the things they
have.
They make not,
benedictions to
empty pockets
But go for the rich
to enrich
themselves.
Churches are now
business centers for
money
Clergies bless only
those who make the
offertory box full.
SO BROTHER, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
They stand as if
pious to duty
But pious are they,
to money.
They check not the
motor
But go for “500frs”
which is their
motto.
They can be seen
standing with zeal
Hands stretch, they
stand still
First, they stamp
After collecting
bribe, they champ
SO SISTER, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
The rich live
mysteriously
And enjoy themselves
like angels
While the poor live
in mysery
And die because of
negligence.
TO YOU, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
Embezzlement in
Cameroon is a virtue
It is practised in
all offices
Thieves go in broad
daylight unscathed
While the innocent
ones are caught and
they cant fight.
My country is said
to be democratic
But elections have
never been smooth
For a score and
ten, the president
has stayed in power
Using deceit and the
gun to rule.
IS THIS HOW IT
SHOULD BE??
Virgins have now
liquidated
themselves
They prefer being
ravishe.
Whores, they become
in quest for money;
My black girls don’t
like their colour
They strive to be
whites
Thus, monsters they
become in a bid to
peel their skin
Very few believe in
“black is beauty.”
Brothers copulate
sisters
While fathers
copulate daughters.
IS THERE STILL HOPE?
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Flood is a very common occurrence in Bangladesh
Due to its position and altitude.
In-spite of its all experience and forecast,
The country always falls in awkward situation,
When flood comes with all its loud and lechery.
1966, 1970, 1987, 1988, 1998 ?and 2007 in 20th century
Deadly flood barred Bangladesh beastly.
Flood situation-2017 in Bangladesh
Is much ravenous, catastrophic all over the country,
More starving in the north Bengal.
Already left few hundreds people dead.
Many people are suffering with their
Cattle, children and old member of the family.
Food crisis is acute there, cooking is impossible,
As their huts already got swamped and liquidated.
Lakdi by which they cook have been soaked,
Dry food and emergency medicine they now need
Are being made available in a slow pace by the organizations.
And no place now spared there inundated
To stay in, let alone sleep or associate.
To come out from the saddening situation
We need collective efforts,
But lack of political concomitance
And for religious selfishness it is very difficult to
Let all assets and hands to be functional at a time.
We feel our world is a village, so, any disaster happen
In any corner of the world is all’s responsibility.
We are living now in a very connected world,
Anybody’s grievance is everybody’s concern,
So, we can hope no calamity is stronger than
Our collective efforts, our collective emotion and responsibility.
Beautiful memories will always remain florid every night and morn,
Like a cooling shower that caress the wall of fruitful emotion,
Whose drop is an antidote and a vane of stupefaction
That warms the pad of feelings to a greater intensity
Their love stand upon the mount Zion under the shade of Almighty,
Impelling the flannel of vigor like a prominent flag in the air
Assemblage of stars, honoring the blossom couples at a glance
As a sign of deference across the cardinals of humanity,
And the Colly-bird whose eyes gyrate over their dramatic sphere,
And whose beak is a brilliant seat of soothing fun-fair,
Will never resist to trap them a rapturous wave of jazz;
A kiss from the valley of kisses showed them the power in closeness
A hug from the pit of heart brought them the scene of love
Fervid communication bridged the lacuna in their feebleness
Flame of trust burning in their hearts liquidated the puff of leeriness
The jazz of unity being rendered by the bird of unique qualities,
Was lighted up by the cherubic squirrel getting a load of their scene,
A dance was staged, accompanied with the claps of glory,
While loosing its syrupy palm kernel being masticated by its jaw
The squirrel said, when the golden breeze of imagination blew,
Across the holistic lambent garden of grandeur,
Near the plethora stones of beauty dazzling on the floor of their merriment;
Hold yourself tight,
Call yourself one,
And switch on the light of laughter
A man is locked inside of me, forever inside of my spine.
Ashes of his memory, creep into my mind.
Forgotten until the day i die, when it fades into the mist.
A tiny taste of suicide, a blade into the wrist.
The barriers of consciousness, are lost within a day.
A liquidated chemical, to wash it all away.
Inhale a piece of mother earth, a chapter from before.
Then find the meaning of your life, through patterns on the floor.
A bottle full of nothingness, packaged with a seal.
And little pills of lightning, crashing what you feel.
The sunrise of our future days, have kept us from the past.
In the present there's a silent storm, that always has to last.
To find the light within ourselves, we have to feel the rain.
We have to fill the empty shell, we have to heal the pain.
To walk again with open eyes, there's something to be seen,
you either choose to live or die, there's nothing in between.
He kills you if he gets the chance, this isn't just a game,
A man is locked inside of me, Addiction is his name.
I’ve shed tears at the feet of humanity
Conjured thoughts of solution yet remained still
I’ve slit my wrist and bled liquidated ideas
Fears burden souls as I write my will
I’ve taken seconds for granted
Time gently strokes the strings of my heart
I’ve kissed the youth and held warm hands of my old
I’ve ran a thousand laps of life to find myself back at the start
I’ve knowingly dance with the devil
Cursed at God for unanswered prayers
I’ve clipped Cupids’ wings resenting her smile
Karma’s pushed me down life’s many stairs
I’ve questioned the angels on their timing
Looking to the stars through pollution
I’ve prayed to God for understanding
I’ve received his reply yet to understand his resolution
I’ve walked a path of reality
Many night I’ve fallen to my knees
I close my eyes and believe
i just close my eyes and believe
just close em and believe so said the wiseman
I found the gateway….To mow (down) any stomachache….
(Touched)
By your sweat….
Liquidated …. any honor… I put, into your heart….
Atomize…. any memory or dream….
Exterminated…. the sound of your…(Voice)….
The battles….The discomfort…. And headaches…
My poor… damage feet, walked everyday….
For amusement and Hanky-panky…..
Was… your , welcome mat…
If I would…. of.... known, oh my….
I woulda, pulled out your.… blueprint….
Then take out my…. Passport….
Leaving your ….horrors and stains behind….
Glorification…. between us, was only a memory or dream….
Sorry….. I don’t know which…
I guess, kill powder…. Passes… in my skin….
Delilah Ventura
MY ESSENCE IS MY MAN!
Breast
Chest
You are my woman.
You are my man.
Do you know why we stand together?
We have built our life on loving each other.
This is all well and true.
Night has fallen and we must talk softly.
The whispers are our mental facets.
Why facades when no one can hear us?
This world is in a strong hold from long-ago.
Let us talk louder but not loud.
Friend
Partner
You know me so well.
Our spirits have won.
Our bond to each other is trust and honor.
I can tell when you are happy.
I can tell when you are mad.
If we keep working together, we will enjoy the time have.
In truth, you speak.
We are unity that will not be defeated.
Solidified with our liquidated funds, we will make a better home.
I knew you would shine in humor.
My woman
My man
You are my comfort and convenience.
You are my strength and empowerment.
Do you know what our love means?
The aspects of life tell us we are doing well.
Our future we must plan.
We have been married for twelve years.
What would you like first a boy or girl?
It seems our mind is on the same page.
Unanimity is how that came.
In accordance to how we feel.
Love
Lover
More blessings are to come.
I am truly ready for them.
Let us embrace melodiously.
Such a big word you use to embrace me.
You laugh so attractively.
I have not lost my charm since we first met.
This is true; therefore…
I sense your touch even when you are touching me.
I feel the temperament of your body.
Euphoniously, we unite my essence my life.
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Penned on April 19, 2014!
Final Edit was on May 04, 2014!
Love without hope, like a chimney with no fire
On a cold winter night he arrived under sapphire
Ignited match, as he liquidated his lumber
Swept off her feet, She drifted in slumber
This is a Poem about Divorce
What has happened
to the poison of her charm?
He seems immune to its deadly strikes
How sudden
has the sparks of his passion disappeared.
She could barely blink
to the aroma of his sweet words
One heart now becoming two
as the sand dunes of the desert hide one
while the other
is swallowed by the creatures of the Oceans
making the lovers
less compassionate than a dead log.
An attempted kiss
becomes a factory of irritation
and a sensual gaze
ends up in sarcasm and scorn.
The joy of the home is liquidated
sweet emotions arrested
and taken to a place of no return.
Can you imagine
how love could be false?
While trust goes up yonder?
Making truths incomprehensible?
As reality sits and ponder?
The more one tries
the more the other disagree.
Selfishness abound
taking the calamity to a disastrous degree
and subjecting all positives to its under
leaving happiness dislocated
with nothing to render.
Every action then becomes a blunder
and even nature gets disappointed and angry
on such a romance once with a high pedigree.
An institution nourished to fullness
has gone completely empty and hungry
as it begs for the mercy of asunder.
Meandering slowly a crystalline memoir
that signifies, unveils the strife
furrowed deeply in her heart.
Encapsulated in that salted bead
Anguish liquidated.
S.J.C
Our past is a highway
Flush with mile markers
That measure life travels,
Some unworthy of remembrance;
As life's pages systematically turn
The future becomes liquidated
And past increases;
Nothing is ever purged
And remains our DNA
Unless repelled by memory;
Or God rewrites your past.
The Dancer Child-
See I the running of the dancer,
I think she's angry at the mansour
She finds it hard to see the flower;
Overshadowed by the pleasing resolving power;
Who is that dancing near the leaf?
I think she'd like to eat the roastbeef;
She is but an awesome child,
Admired as she sits upon a spacious lawn;
Her joyful toy car is just a shark,
It needs no gas, it runs on liquidated tree-bark;
She's not alone she brings a tweet;
A pet fox, cell phone and lots to eat;
The fox likes to chase a cheetah;
Especially one that's in the bonita;
The dancer shudders at the DANCING lake;
He want to leave but she wants to eat cake;
4/20/19
Bags under the eyes
And all around, bleeding black
Scorned and scratched to receive the light
A light slipping from sore grasps
Fingertips burning, pressing hard
Noise furrowing and echoing the pupils
Gnashing, swallowing, laboring
Pushing the dead, fetid fetus out
Slamming on the notes now
The black bags ever sink
Mind refuses to positively think
And rather catastrophically wired
To the ever-slipping fires
Betrothed to your liking
Tentacles and tantalizing suns
Spurring the vision, bleeding incisions
Opening to the bloody scene of darkness
Hearing it croaking
The dead fetus soaking
Liquidated larvae squealing with glee
Little black dot of its head or bottom
Squirming inside to taste the bitter slime
It is out but still warm
The tears are dried by the breezes of disappointment
The little worms in folding enjoyment
Losing a little one
Gains so much
Real-eases so little
And internally, eternally
Gnaws