Best Uninterrupted Poems
A river in a forest flows
The wind in a mountain blows
A thrush sings perching on a tree
Her song makes my mind free
Uninterrupted thoughts
At silent nights
Your creations reveal my limitation
My limitation is to feel your perfection
Nature is your kind notification
Your love glows in lamentation
My love grows on the foundation
My mind flows
A drop of tear follows
A thrush sings perching on a tree
Her song makes my mind free
Uninterrupted thoughts
At star filled nights
From across the world
And against all odds
Their prayers were heard
By a Love-struck God.
He heard each's mirrored plea
For someone who brings out the best in me
A caring heart to fill my aching abyss
With passionate lips and Loving kiss.
Trapped and caged in their own unique ways
Yet their desired freedoms were exactly the same
In sweetest of dreams we meet, please remember my name
The mountains rejoiced as the rains swiftly came.
In a far flung corner of cyberspace
I Red your words, my heart did race
We're in the calm amid the eye of a storm
I gave her my heart, I know she'll keep it warm.
I got to know her through her verse
I fell in Love with her through her words
The many ways she teaches me
So many ways she reaches me.
Mutual captivation when our eyes first met
Loyal aspirations to nurture and protect
Such beauty as yours I've never beholden
I see our future gently unfolding.
Those yearning eyes that flutter
In seductive winks
Heart's a churning molten butter
Eye can't resist you, dare not blink.
Your eyes entrance me
my luck says "Chance me
And hold open your arms and heart"
Your loving smile cuts my worries in half.
Like a sun peaking over a mountaintops gradients
She shimmers with a warming inner radiance
With a beauty so deep
It could barely be reached.
She could have five eyes or no nose
And hardly any teeth
Her beauties not only out on show
It's surpassed by the tenderness underneath.
Everything she does never fails to amaze
With cinnamon shades and the highest of grades
I'm madly in Love with a crazy maniac
Maybe that can cure these star-crossed insomniacs
As thunder and lightning shatter the night
I feel safe in your arms, held so tight
The rain pours hard, the earth could drown
That mountain rumbles, we hear no sound.
We lay naked by soft candle light
Our bodies writhe as skin collides
And we give ourselves completely
With you in my life nothing shall defeat me.
Our tensions rise in ecstatic cries
The mountain sighs, rains won't dry
But I'm lost in a world of you
I love everything you do.
True, no man may be an island
But you can be my whole world
Monsoons flooding all the dry land
Mountains spewing tonnes of dirt.
To caress you all over
I see the pleasure that it brings
Since you became my Lover
I hear how yours soul now sings.
You take my hand as you took my heart
Gently from the start
We fool around, you stroke my brow
Slowly working down.
You kiss the smile onto my lips
And guide my hand between your hips
That cheeky glance as you teasily undress
Now I know why last always get saved the best.
Your body astounds me
Sheer beauty dumbfounds thee
With perfection on every inch#
Again i'll mention, I don't wanna blink.
You lay back legs opened wide
Eagerly beg me to slip inside
I glide in easy up to the hilt
Lest none of our Love be spilt.
We stayed in tantric embrace for an hour or two
Oblivious to the oblivion soon to ensue
We got fairly frantic, the bed shake
It's the greatest Love two people could ever make.
With a subtle twist on top,you judder
You hold my wrists, I start to shudder
With a seismic gasp we climax at last
And talk, held in a loving clasp.
So darling, how was it for you?
Simply wonderful, our best ever.....yet
The ground really moved
And I'm totally wet.
I stand with open arms on the peak
and consume the rugged running creek.
Effulgent wide cerulean sky,
migrating bar-headed geese soar high.
Meadows of pink, yellow, orange, blue,
and red, wildflowers blend in green hue.
The smell of pine and wealth of clean air,
utter excitement, a love affair.
Lost in a lounge dream of my choosing,
pure uninterrupted peace musing.
8/3/2021
Not one sound
No bird speak
A gray day with drizzling rain
The dogs and I sit listening
To silence
In the distance there are no sirens
We are a long way from the city
Country living brings a distinct placidness
Nothing is moving
Wait
There is one tiny waving leaf
I listen for one of my chimes
But even they are still
It is like watching a movie on mute
A day of uninterrupted silence
My heart beats a little more slowly
I feel in tune with the leaf
…fighting for peace with guns is like bonking for virginity
it is a macho world but then women can be excellent killers
the barrel phallus washed from conscience dipped into blood
a thin membrane between defence and aggression heavily torn
who wants peace when they can enjoy the fun of armed forces
weapons of mass destruction with human waste collateral damage
in a second whole nations can be amended and revised into nothing
seized by the fire when the iron is hot in pursuit of violent pleasure
and yet bravery is the courageous merit of never surrendering to
war mongers who are in it for the profits power and domination
who send others to the apocalypse while counting their money
eye for an eye in need for cataract implants and retina detachment
like a condom greed sheathes acts of collusion violence betrayal
of upright values wrapped up in flaccid denial of liberty and life
constitutional rights terminate immaculate conception of freedom
to the rhythm of grenades shrapnel and heavy breathing in death
conscription leads the conquest of foreign fields and genocides
rape pillage and plunder sow seeds of slaughter and trenches
that divide marginalize discriminate in the name of civilization
happiness is a warm gun while the planet looks into the barrel …
27 April 2021
On the silver plain of eternity, the streams of silence flow uninterrupted,
In search of majesty, the white man, with branches of stars on his forehead.
Hunters of illusions, their weapons aim at the shadows dancing on the sky,
The prolonged assault echoes, the carrion of hopes in the wind fades, diluted.
The Africans, with their lunar fangs, pierce the earth seeking its aura,
The Arabs, with their authoritative paw, Scratch the heavenly vaults, claiming the right to the throne,
And the Asians, clever archangels of civilization, lay their master plan,
Even women, in their innocence, dream of crowns hidden in heaven.
The white man, civilization's ghost king, runs against the light of destiny,
His tames - a canvas for the rain of longing, his eyes - two lakes of mystery.
Each jaw that opens, each silhouette that hunts him, a promise of tomorrow,
a defamation of yesterday, a melancholy reverberation of what has been and will not be.
For in this magical world where hunter and hunted often switch roles,
each being carries the burdens of the past, clings to the dream of survival,
The misty civilizations of existence are stages for this immemorial dance,
And even in the face of defeat, the white man carries within himself the essence of the whole world.
He is the thought that flies above the traps, the unattainable desire,
And even under the burden of the fog, under the merciless assault, his beauty rises regal,
Elixir of life in the vicious circle of desire, to devour and be devoured,
He is the soul of civilization that survives in the magic and melancholy of every twilight.
The vagaries of our existence
Shine brightly, the stars seen without light
The clouds, always overshadowed, flash
The war of sound lost, the whispers, once soft
Fall on ears no longer deaf to silence
This is a different world, I tell myself
But it has lain in wait
singing at being heard as I with it
dancing to the hushed tunes of its melodies
The timeless hours not timeless at all
But minutes stretched too tight with chords, groaning
A language lost, rhythms obscured, desperate, deep and brimming
with the dissatisfied longing
Of the uninterrupted night
In the labyrinth of my thoughts, an uninterrupted flow of whispers and shadows,
I awaken a prisoner in a crystal cage, built from prejudices and expectations,
And the bars are forged from the invisible threads of our cultural programming,
Which bind us like puppets in a spectacle of collective illusions.
I step on paths of clouds, through the dense fog of common consciousness,
Where each step is a revelation and a question without an answer,
And around me dance phantoms of social conventions,
Like smoke butterflies in a garden of perpetual deceptions.
Culture, a mass hallucination, a veil woven from threads of silk and steel,
Covers our eyes and whispers stories about who we are and who we should be,
And we, docile, dress in clothes tailored by others, forgetting our true skin,
And dance to the rhythm of a music we didn't choose, but call our own.
But sometimes, in the moments of silence between heartbeats,
I hear the call of a world beyond the borders of this collective illusion,
And I feel the cracking of the egg of reality in which we were incubated,
Allowing rays of light to penetrate from an unknown and intimidating universe.
Stepping out of this hallucination, with trembling steps and blinded eyes,
I discover a world cruel in its sincerity, but free from masks and pretenses,
Where each thought is a falling star in the night of my consciousness,
And each choice is a newborn universe, full of infinite possibilities.
And in this moment of awakening, of painful and liberating illumination,
I understand the value of this raw reality, unfiltered through the lenses of culture,
A reality in which we are all actors and spectators, creators and creations,
In a cosmic dance of self-discovery and authentic connection.
Now, standing on the edge of the abyss between illusion and truth,
I feel the melancholy of losing innocence and the comfort of ignorance,
But also the infinite magic of possibilities that open before me,
In a world where we are free to write our own stories, beyond the cages of the mind.