Best Sheeny Poems
WET POOCH
Soggy
Doggy
A SLEEPY BEAGLE
Droopy
Snoopy
PEDIGREED DOG
Real Fine
Canine
NOISY LITTLE ANKLE-BITER
Yipper
Nipper
A DACHSHUND WITH A SHINY COAT
Sheeny
Weeny
A COURAGEOUS DACHSHUND
Moxie
Dachsy
A DISGRUNTLED LABRADOR RETRIEVER
Crabby
Labby
Look to the outside, look within,
The penciling trees, the straw of the sun,
Skin white as milk, cheeks turn to cherries,
The gaze falls deeper within.
No more shall this stranger taunt me,
Its eyes glistening with the deep bordeaux of blood,
In which moment the heart begins to bleed,
Consciousness lost in the reflection of another.
Its palms gently caress its cheeks,
Mirroring my every move, my every breath,
A sheeny droplet passes down its complexion,
Yet I feel the sadness bound in my heart.
And still it stares, trapped before me,
Hands gripping the nearby porcelain vase,
Eyes lustrous, almost mad,
It sends the delicate prop against the cold surface.
Crimson, scarlet streams descend gently,
It still stares - bewildered and dazed,
Both our hands seen only through thick brooks of ruby,
And a smile appears.
Hello stranger,
The soul within remains unchanged,
Our gaze saunters and with a final glance of approval,
I turn and gait forth, sensing no more the bothering embodiment.
Yellow sand bequeathed
by shadow of river,
washing its morning face with
moments of Advent water.
Grizzly air sucking up
freedom of river’s face.
Lying dead
an age-old peepul tree
fulfilled its lifelong wish
to die on the river’s lap.
Quick silvery fish exhibits random
painting of sunrays on its sheeny existence.
Nightlong
river composed serenade,
when shall thou village children
jump on her lap.
Silence witnessed only,
every moment of nightlong love
moonlight played
with vastness of riverbed.
Dancing with ecstatic wave
in a Sapphic’s morning,
alone shadow of a palm tree
shows the face of GOD.
A poem by goutam hazra
GLACIAL GALA NPM
Bride Earth's pearly sleets
Sheeny snowflake embellished
Moonlit Snowdrops gaze!
Date:30/12/2020
No more a cheerful giver
Than this, bird-voicing.
Who lights up the prettier
Fruiting for fruit tree.
Which sound, uninhibited
Look, of sheeny gloss
Intensifies, when upsped
With basket, dearie .
Am I fitful,
fluctuating, fluid?
thin compass waver
as I jubilantly weave
lilac tree vignettes
that weep or chortle,
rainbow figment curtain
rashly wished upon
in grain smudge zephyr
garnet sand raw vehicle
garden common opal
transit sidestep
to a multiverse
of sappy fruit drip
net bag of niche
mauve rim canopy
a gilt ring culprit’s
flashpoint conjure
stirring taxi cabs
of lavish spurt
woolgathering
a gold rush stray
footslog must
have steel encased.
undulating folds
entangled nomad feint
dwarf yellow scorcher
firmament fatality
dash for straw hut
casita or elm
wood cabin where
advertence on
turnpikes, trails,
woven tracks lead
trajectory abuts
plod along dry path
dust bowl swirling as
they spurn allotments
meek enshrouded lull
with unalloyed poise
to jettison narcolepsy
brief embargo on
spiral plumule
when one’s physique
has many harrowing
gasps, taut breath
that intrinsic quest
for glistening cascade
seems an urgent
void, crushing
diapason rudderless
mahatma clement at
Arcadias nascent
totem of egress
yet charismatic
terminal flag
as this sentient
hypothesiser on
emerald tint bract
beneath hiking boot
unflinching
wild clasp at
beanpole verges
riven from
shade burst cockcrow
lure an impetus
to meandered pretext
primeval boon-docks
whilst tranquil flit
discommoding tawdry
pitch or tilt
gaunt endowment
I must brood on
surreal moiety
of cerebral aspect
squandered
rude reckoning aside
lapse into sullen
vacuum found across
a link whose blind
velvet crush lingers
query later doused
in vapour whirl gush
inkling thin veneer
sheeny beadlet
brow sapped
nod and falter
to a childhood turf
shelter for the limb
victim of grinding
marathon on marathon
to relish glow hue noons
hermetically abeyant
sempiternal eves
avenue to wanderer
fatigued yet still
in broad pursuit
of deep quiddity
At water’s edge, this rocky chasm shore.
I am Belisama, numen of lakes and rivers,
or sometimes Brigit of mystic phasm lore.
I am the brightest one, the fiery one who delivers.
To the Romans I am Minerva of wisdom and poetry.
The Christians rebrand me Saint Brigit Kildare.
But it’s my magic Celtic roots that make me visionary.
In each sheeny silver sliver of being, I am there.
Like the Prince of Peace, I am invoked for war.
Warriors gain strength from me on the battlefield.
But my origins betray the bellicose fervor,
my mindful still water core is always unsealed.
The modern multitask brain neglects the lyrical,
but hippocampus allusion recalls the metaphysical.
No words describe the beauty she expresses,
Her explicit beauty, which secretly professes,
The Inherent quality of her magnificent character,
Her heart is a refuge and a shelter,
For the anguished soul and hopeless brow,
So one can walk with pride, spark, and glow,
She walks with glide, holding head high,
Faces the troubles never utters a sigh,
A paragon of beauty in her appearance,
Illuminates the surrounding until disappearance,
Her glistening and intoxicated eyes,
Bridges the gap, knots the ties
The way she laughs and her sheeny face,
Her delicate figure and enchanting grace,
Shows one another to utter perfection,
The cause of pleasure and everlasting attraction.
Written By
Muhammad Shahid Hussain
TINTED STRAND OF WISDOM
The day my eyes beheld
the sheeny silvery strand
almost had a nervous breakdown
was it not just yesterday
we recited nursery rhymes
and danced in the rain
yesterday when we wore oversized
shoes and baggy clothes
that mama bought us for christmas
yesterday when we were just
girls who had gabfests filled with
giggling about the far future
oh there it is!
the very first grey hair
glittering and standing proud
like a trophy about to be
presented to the winning team in the
glaring view of the teeming audience
first thought was to pluck it out
but at a second glance
saw art in the mind's eye
it's just a strand
not the official opening
of the floodgates
it's inevitable and means nothing
ultimately the beautiful
melanin hair will one day turn grey
no need to conceal it
not only does it get finer with age
but it also comes with insight
She's a Cyndi Lauper look-alike.
had a ‘one hit wonder’ back in the day;
a tune about some balloons and a bike.
She's not new anymore
but still a ‘hip’ artifact for sure.
Glittered eyebrows, bangles, and beads,
she’s what any wistful old guy
thinks he needs.
The spiky hair with crimson streaks
peeks between lacquered tweaks
of graying strands;
a pixie named Trixie, revered
by many 80's rock bands.
We like her colorful untidiness;
the prismatic stockings, her
mismatched punkie-ness
always the under-dressed
epitome of a pop princess.
She has her own style,
not old
just been around awhile.
Notwithstanding
folks still smile
at her girlish wiles.
Still an internet presence,
still childish enough
though her voice is more gruff
due to toking
medicinal stuff.
Now she sells pain creams,
and walk-in tubs as seen on TV
for those with gout and unworkable knees.
The renowned owner
of pimped-up poodles,
she maintains herself
on bowls of wasabi noodles.
The lady dwells above all commonsense
amid a trendy affluence,
way above
the madding throng,
forever hopeful, ever young
a songbird trilling ambrosial love,
of balloons and bikes and far off days
when sheeny rainbows
paved our more simple ways.
Amazing Autumn
Lustre to welcome.
Amiable ambience.
Deciduous tree
leaves leaves to feel free.
Environ on excellence.
Nascent leaf : glossy
Flower bed : classy.
Fresh fragrance flow in flora-
Sheeny Sun-spectrum
as Fall - monogram.
Auburn Autumnal aura.
Autumn is near ! Summer and rains are gone..
Novel colours removing nimbus cloud.
Dropping curtains on sudden storm and rains.
Now to start shedding withered leaves on Fall.
Nascent leaves shine in lustre and glamour.
Auburn Autumn to assure azure sky.
Sheeny Sun- spectrum as Fall -monogram
Environ to enchant on excellence.
Mystic morn -mist with glistening dew drops.
Fresh fragrance flows in fantastic flora.
Auburn Autumn soon to allure amour.
Open outdoor romance to try : You - I.
Alluring auburn Autumn assuring azure sky.
Unfurling unveiling unchallenging Autumn glow in environ.
Foliage of Withered and dry yellow leaves !
Tender foliage in glossy texture and twinkling luster.
Undertaking duties of shedding dry leaves as free frolic fall.
Dying leaves leave branch and fall.
Blue hue shines on sky of Fall.
Dropping curtain on storm and rains.
Autumn alluring assuring freshness.
Dry Foliage of Farewell !
Dry yellow leaves leave
Nascent foliage
to glow and glaze in luster ~
auburn autumn shines.
to charm and whelm us.
Deciduous tree
leaves leaves to feel free.
Environ on excellence.
Nascent leaf : glossy
Flower bed : classy.
Fresh fragrance flow in flora-
Sheeny Sun-spectrum
as Fall - monogram.
Auburn Autumna aura.
Dry Leaves murmur, flowers shiver
on touch of Autumn breeze
Heart-piercing passion, emerald emotion
I wish to release.
Deciduous trees shed withered leaves.
Amazing Autumn firmly believes
in glossy glittered charming luster.
Withered dead foliage of Farewell at random.
Fresh nascent descent shiny silky foliage to Welcome
chasing boredom.
Amazing awesome Autumn ! '
Amiable ambience.
Environ on excellence.
Shiny Luster to welcome.
Descent Nascent leaf : Glossy !
Every Deciduous tree
leaving leaves just to fall free.
Abloom flower bed : Classy.
Fresh fragrance flow in flora
Sheeny showy Sun- Spectrum
as nice bright Fall-monogram.
An Auburn Autumn- aura.