Best Plaits Poems
Windswept
Over sheet music, harmonious movement of sand.
Droplets of rain dance - time swooning on sea and on land.
Cupid’s arrows climb, descend strings of the violin.
Heartthrobs, side by side, in best dress, on seasonal spin.
Fingers up and down long necks, in obeisance of song,
as bow ties glide along knightly, mounting music, strong.
Ultra concentration as the conductor gyrates,
creates, weights, debates, elongates, plaits and translates.
Unity in mass, jealousy laid aside, except
for the audience who longs to climb inside, windswept.
Ebb and flow of tears, patiently are kept and foreswear
allegiance to current marriage with hasty prayer.
Silver fox-french horns, don’t withhold their breaths, breasts pounding.
With lilt, rapturous, they’d give up their lives, resounding.
White pages, pristine ties, good looking manners of tides.
Hourglass climax expires. Silence shatters. Faith abides.
Her innocence in daisy plaits ,displayed
Such naievty was so soon betrayed,
Touching romance' nettle brought much pain
When discarded,by his disdain,
Tears welled upon her pillow,
Forsaken love long wears the willow-
A broken heart,no words could save,
Death's red poppy,petals her grave.
Inspired by Ophelia by John Everett Millais
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Hey!
My
Daily
Love-trances!
You are vain, absurd,
Pointless like gigantic bubbles!
Unworthy to reach my love’s castled, restricted mind.
Counting his forehead’s plaits, I pass my virgin life recklessly, day-dreaming worthlessly;
Glaring at his eyes, I find the dreams reigning there with great authenticity, ignoring me, my love or even my poor fervidity.
Dusk to dawn, dawn to dusk, his love encompasses me, like a haunted house and ghostly I feel I see! As the time passes, I don’t know when I started counting even his sighs, forgetting my love-dreams and all of its hues.
But Ha! His whimsical mind is inaccessible, radically changeable, it’s rather easier to count his holly eye lashes, where there is no hypocrisy at all, but existing love enormous for me; 'Silence' is the name of our love you see! Though he likes to keep it unutterable to me! It's mad love, which has kept me forever thirsty!
My aunt was a weirdo: she talked to trees, walked around the house naked and used to read me “The Metamorphoses” by Ovid and “The Song of Hiawatha” by Longfellow as a bedtime story. “Oom-ta-ta, oom-ta-ta”, - dactyl waltzed, pages rustled and I came down dactylic stairs into my personal Hades of dreams.
Beavers are in the Styx! Bison hide in reeds from mosquitos. Herds of wild mustangs graze on the Elysium fields. Red-skinned young ladies with asphodels in plaits listen to the story of Orpheus and Eurydice that the magic Willow tells them. Everybody's happy but Charon: Hiawatha* takes Minnehaha** out in his boat. But where is the son of Rhea and Cronus and his wife Persephone? “Lookee, lookee, - Olympus laughs, - who rules the netherworld now. Henry Longfellow!”
Time passed. I grew up. Other rhymes obsessed me. But every night, having slipped past three-headed Mishe-nama***, I go down into Longfellow’s Hades in search of my late aunt.
* The main character of “The Song of Hiawatha”.
** Hiawatha’s ladylove.
*** The character of “The Song of Hiawatha”, the king of fishes.
Round heels of crumpets,
aromatic lavender jam.
Poached eggs in a skillet,
succulent portions of ham.
An awakening stretch had heralded
a yawn mouthed long and loud.
While rain fell down in splatters
from the dark pewter clouds.
Dated Macintosh slicker,
hoary exhausted gum boots.
Tenacious steps into nature
in search of family and roots.
The fallacies of the wind
twists hair into long plaits.
Across wide fields of enchantment
new journeys await.
Thirteenth Birthday
I picturize my thirteenth birthday through memory glass
My grandpa matured my dream with a shiny black bicycle
Thrilled for I would now be able to ride like other friends
Grandpa held the cycle as I capered along with him
I was taken to a huge ground where the soldiers paraded
My cheeks were glowing red hot when I was taught to cycle
I tremblingly held the handle of my pricelesss gift
Quickly I put my foot on the right pedal then on the left
And sat on the seat pedalling flying faster than the wind
The speed was thrilling as I crossed impossible milestones
Onlookers smiled to see the teen's two ribboned plaits flying up
Felt like a star shooting in the sky as I zoomed around
My heart ringing louder chimes echoed in the whistling wind
My wave to grandpa in cinematic charismatic style
Made me lose balance and down I lay in a plumpy heap
November 6, 2015
Contest: Screwed 9
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
the man who lied to me knew
that immortality is the best kind of lie
that pain is closer to the soul than happiness
secrets known only by the old watchmakers
and the erudite antiquarians
men who lie read every book with their fingers
they know that leaves are the plaits of virgins
unwounded with bloody hands on the cross
and letters are the thorns within the heart of every Laura
betrothed for ever nevermore a wife
only the sea is for the whales’ fishermen
old whore with hair on her chin
the only true men who learn
the salty taste of death
at daybreak
We were small, innocence written all over..
Pulling plaits, dreaming of a new rover.
Crossed paths..when I picked my nose,
While you processed your identity of rose.
She lodged once with me, once with you,
Paving two lines to a tri-angle
Unknown to the world, making our castle,
In between all of the hustle.
Getting our sections changed,
Still ain't letting the sections' brain
I gave you chocolates everyday,
For you to be my hopeful ray.
You made me have fun,while I was on run.
You laid the carpet when I ran all over fret.
Trust was the issue, and you had all my trust.
Mom and dad, bro and sis,
Family became just one in time.
Mendel became our mate, peas turned into ducks.
Chennai became our past, peace tuned into no f*cks.
Halloween and typhoid, I had porridge
and taste buds, we had.
Goodbye farwell was just all cake,
Cause we knew what we had was no fake.
Two years down the lane, and no talk.
Now we're here in the lake, and to rock.
Ranting off all the love that they gave,
Raking off all the sh*t that they gave.
An year of just birthday talks that had followed,
Now we're back in our zones.
Coinciding exams, the busy schedules,
Got newer friends and shifted places,
Still criming again altogether.
Aeolus God and Ruler of the Wind
Summoned Aura and surveying her grinned
Then proceeded to whisper in her ear
Brought shocked expression, a falling tear
"Please do not pursue the Aurai nymphs"
Whose replicas were on all column plinths
Aeolus struck his staff on marble floor
Ordering her acquiescence through the door
Notus the Southern and Zephyrus West Wind
Both held aloft the reasoning gold string
A murmur bubbled up across the room
As Borus held Aura in a swoon
His chilly North Wind and wintry embrace
Soon revived Aura to her lifelike grace
Urged "Go to your nymphs, divine Aura breeze"
"It is useless to argue or make pleas"
Doe-eyed she surveyed all attendants there
No others showed concern she was aware
Except the Winds who were her only friends
Ominous forebodings brought dire portends
For he who sought them to trap and entice
The Aurai nymphs debt was to be paid thrice
Aura took herself away from there
Praying for insight as she plaited her hair
The sad nymphs found her, as they often did
As one tidied her plaits and then redid
They all knew perceptibly the dire news
That Aeolus wished their powers to use
Aura decided without any doubt
His wicked order she would therefore flout
So then with her nymphs she fled the King's Realm
Each with saddened hearts to overwhelm
For sometimes you may feel them touch your cheek
Or in their terror rise to wail and shriek
So with Aura they curled, swirled and whirled
To try seek refuge in the human world
Dated: 12/13/14
Forever in love
First rendezvous, much later in life,
as if I was closer to an unending wait,
My first love and I was his wedded wife,
now silver brightly shining in my plait ....
Blush on cheeks and sparkle in eyes,
I am young when back into memories,
Smile on face to the wrinkles defied,
Forever in love, my soulful reveries ....
Embers lay deep with frozen wings,
those giggles that were ripped apart,
Some revived notes at heart strings,
now songs of an utmost caring heart ....
Aura of new sunrise, subtle melody awaits
lovely twilight hues as I colour my plaits.
Written Feb 11th, 2016
For contest- our year in love
Sponsor- Olive
It were you
It's been ages as I wait
moments frozen in my silvery plaits,
Years be counted in my wrinkles
passion shines as hope twinkles,
Autumns returned in the orange hue,
as crispy leaves cherished their due,
Vibrant flowers in mesmerising cover,
Wished it were you back every summer !
I waited as perished every flower,
and sweet fruits all turned sour,
Yellow leaves swiftly bid adieu,
Turned at knocks to find it were you !
Many autumns passed by
to the sweet lovers convoy,
As I reeled in worst of fears
my emotions shuddered in tears,
How long ! How long do I wait ?
With brush of youth, I colour my plait,
and camouflage smiles with wrinkles,
to find if life the soul can sprinkle,
As breeze renders me a soft caress,
Tranquil in time our breaths coalesce,
raindrops to tune of our hearts will rhyme,
Sure it must be you teaching mime !
Inspired by song by Suzanne- It could have been you
Album #2
Written Sept 17th, 2015
For contest by James Fraser
Awarded N/A
Now entered for "Screwed VII" contest by rob carmack
Awarded 2nd place win
Now entered for contest "Romantic poem- old/ new"
Sponsor- Skat A
Awarded 8th place win
In the desert
Like a barren flute
punched and airless,
Amidst sand dunes
and dusky plaits,
Where no roses bloom
only cacti prick,
Lonesome, desolate,
as emotions daunt,
Tears dried up
I writhe in ache.
Yearning for..
A melody,
A rain,
A smile,
A little red rose...
that he might bring,
an utmost utopia.
Written May 12, 2017
For "Lost love" contest by John Hamilton
I am the prize catch
I live in an artificial lake
fed by a nappe phréatique
I was put there to keep
lesser fish: carp
from taking up too much space
I live to be caught
and caught again
and be let loose as rain
I protest only to attract attention
Twenty minutes to make things look good
for the fresh-water sportsman
I know now well how to play the game
My almost fanless tail
A slithering mermaid mass from my puffed-up head
where overcoat-button eyes
sunk on either side
of my gaping gasping mouth
shell-fish fins for hands
Seven beige whiskers under my gawking chin
make me the butt
of dare-devil diving click-clucking coots
Even the slender-necked darting grebe ignores me
I stay low when the wild geese gather
with their young :
duckling swan barnacle
I make no sound to call my own
Only the crunch of carp
between two rows of filed-down molars
It is not my duty to swagger around
even under my metallic raincoat camouflage
I hide where the yarrow stalks grow thick and deep
or where the weeping willows dip their loaded plaits
Every Sunday I await the sporting hameçon
The tear makes the wear more ludique
Only the side of my underlip looks like a harelip
It doesn’t much matter
for the fun-loving trotters and rovers
like to marvel with pride at my side
in the fishing-club picture of the week
Meantime I gorge myself with carp
That’s why I hardly ever wish to carp
© T. Wignesan – Paris - 2012
Note : The Siluroid , one of the largest fresh-water fishes, sometimes a metre and a half in length.
I used to miss your touch, now your hands feel like claws
I used to melt in your stare, now your eyes come with bristles
I used to miss your shag and plaits, now you wear a tail of a horse
I used to miss a natural shape, now your curves are created by a dose
I used to miss your call of my name, now you sound like Americanos and Angles
Tell me if I’m stuck in history, lagging behind as the *****Sapien evolves
Colourfication
In Navy suit, since he was ready for sail,
she stood with vermillion on her head,
Embellished with diamonds studded in gold,
an ivory necklace embraced her neck.
A bouquet of flowers in all hues of lilac,
interlaced with beaming threads in olive,
Lit her paling life, wiping glooms of charcoal,
and tinged her beats glitter in subtle cerise.
Longing embed as silver streaked her plaits,
till every evanescent dawn of tangerine twilight.
Written March 16th, 2016
For contest by Silent one