Best Waveless Poems
I sit in stillness
framed by glass
the world outside dances
sunlight spills like golden honey.
yet within these walls I stay.
regret coils.....
around me tight as a noose
lurking in shadows.
I breathe in
inhaling the vastness of
the ocean's essence.
I can feel it
my heart beats.....
steady as stone.
I glance out and see
islands shimmering like dreams…..
clouds lazily drift by.
like ghostly albatrosses.
heavy with the mental wobbling weight
of untold excruciating hours
spent in despair.
I can hear
waves hum their foaming forgotten lullabies.
spilling secrets from the depths.....
beneath the starlit sky
I sail on
gliding over waveless waters
alone in the stillness of the night.
the salt air mingles with my thoughts
hope burns
a flicker caught in the tempest howl
distant as fires beyond the glass
a pleading prayer goes unanswered.
I gaze at
the world, so alive.....
filled with laughter and song.
joy drifts in like soft misty mist
but raw regret tugs at my heart.
snowflakes fall quietly.....
silence calls.
then Darkness Descends.
Draping the earth in it’s shadowy spell.
Dancing, Drumming, Devouring.
hope's last flicker Dies…..
echoes of a Dying breath
chaos reigns supreme.
I feel frozen
in this shattered world
where cracked glass bites into
my dreams.
I’m helpless.
I am a silent witness
to a dying light.
I find myself fractured like
just like the life
I let slip away.
I’m the voyeur of lost tomorrows.
their cost carved deep into
the marrow of my soul
a sentencing weight I’ll carry forever.
Drifting in a memory
of rolling distant hills
stretched out like a waveless ocean of green
the sun blazing way up high
In the stillness of a languid sky
Wandering in the dusty thoughts
of dried up ponds and lanes
bordering hedgerows offering their wares
of treasure shyly peering
a meandering cache suddenly disappearing
Arising in the sweet scented bouquet
Colours of childhood dance
and sing into the breeze
Friuts of summer fall, flowing like a banquet
Take a drink from natures never ending Goblet
Lowly under the shade of the spreading oak
The meadowlark shares his sweet call
as perccusive swaying grasses unite
to fill the air with melody so mellisonant
Cordial thoughts of summers reminiscence
I stand with you upon the shore
of dreams that echo,
but are no more.
A yesterday where dreams once
flowed,
The ebbing waves that
finally slowed,
For dawn of dreams
unrealized,
We watched together
weary eyed.
Our arms once open
to the tide,
Now hang limply
at our side;
mirrored on smooth
waveless sea,
Unless perchance you wave
with me,
Bidding adieu the rushing
Streams,
That lead to oceans of our
Dreams.
Now hand in hand,
upon dried sand,
hearts flow to yesterday.
Echos in a concha shell,
we turn and fly away.
Hand in hand glued I walk with you
I am a waveless sea without you
I am a honeyless bee without you
I am a rootless tree without you
You are my fate a true soulmate
I am a feelingless kiss without you
I am a peaceless niche without you
I am a pondless fish without you
You are my love which you deserve
I am an aimless life without you
I am a ruthless knife without you
I am a pitiless strife without you
With you I hit dart bullseye every try
I am a wingless bird without you
I am a meaningless word without you
I am a shameless nerd without you
I admire your piose beauty so cutie
I am a handless clock without you
I am a prongless fork without you
I am a humourless joke without you
I enjoy each moment with you a brand new
I am a seedless fruit without you
I am a useless dilute without you
I am an endless dispute without you
With you I am complete a man concrete
I am a powerless king without you
I am a diamondless ring without you
I am a bloomless spring without you
Let us not apart any day that's I pray
I am a heartless body without you
I am a worthless roadie without you
I am a themeless melody without you
Love is still, love till date, forever innate
Again I would say, you are my fate a true soulmate...
Summer sand soft and sultry,
Salty sweat, sweet and wet.
Wistless wind, waveless water,
Bathers baking, basking burning
Seagull scavenger of shiny sea
Searching, scurrying squabling over scraps.
Wandering women walk with will
Wondering why weight won’t wither.
Trembling toddlers take tentative steps
Towards towering tidal tempest
Cumulonimbus clouds clearing
Silent sky screaming
Silken sunlight streaming
Doting Dad daydreaming
The garden, it is fast asleep,
Or so it would appear--
I wonder what the roses dream,
Of dewdrops cool, and clear?
So peacefully they are folded
For their midnight reverie--
Still as day without a breeze
Or a waveless azure sea.
And I watch, though from a distance,
As I'm curious to know--
What dreams entice the Daffodil
As they slumber sweetly so?
May 03, 2014
What's in your GARDEN Contest #3, Linda
Form: Pastoral
Mel
What of the love when green is gone?
When autumn’s chill brings rainbow hues.
So delicate the weathered stems,that break with just the slightest breeze.
Beware the towering evergreens with mulch about their roots.
fragile autumn leaves
fall upon a waveless pond…
refugees in boats
"Call me June."
Her voice is like fragile glass
Hand outstretched, fiery smile
Ivory skin smoother than a waveless sea
Her infinite charm is all I could see.
"June May,"
I laughed, she shifted
Close to me, skin to skin
Her ebony hair sprawled on silk bed
Always had that faint lavender smell.
"Yellow Roses."
Her favourite, she said
I could give her a dozen, bid my farewell
But I knew I couldn't, shouldn't
And she knew it as well.
"It's okay,"
I whispered as she cried
Mascara tainted her porcelain face
Clock struck six, time for me to go
She sighed, her husband would soon be home.
"My daughter's five,"
She replied, though I hadn't asked
Her eyes, rocky hue of experience and emotions
Have seen twenty-nine summers pass by
While I have seen only twenty-five.
"I'm fine,"
Her voice cracked, just like fragile glass
Bloodshot eyes, trembling hands told otherwise
Soaked in guilt, drowning in lies
Slipping away, she tries to stay alive.
"I'm here, June."
Dressed in all black, she in white
I give her a rose, Red, Yellow was not a choice
Strange. I saw, only a single rose, mine alone, lay
Weeping quietly, on the lonely grave of Juniper May.
Drift a small boat with two paddles
In the sky above
Swiftly passes by the lake surface
A frightened swan
Clear blue sky painted with
The green mountains
All the beautiful scene is
Taken by the still water
Waveless lake shapes like a mirror
With countable fish swimming
In clear water
On the sandbank by the river
White birds take a leisurely perch thereon
Look like you
Look like me
We Look For Holy Moments,
And In Looking, Overlook
Moments Blessed And
Filled With Things
From Mountains We Once Shook.
Small Events Unfolding,
Each One Smaller, Briefer Still.
As Cavernous Creases
We Call Brains,
Migrations Fill.
Spark-lit Seconds
Speak For Us
While Destiny Darkens Past.
Pointing And Branched
With Lightning Flare
To Futures Guided, Where
We May Draw Away
Or Follow Our Natural Inclination
Through Your Waveless Spray.
Shotgunning Every Now
Somehow;
To Cast
Bigger Pictures,
Brighter Futures,
Holy Moments Blended,
Bending To Form
Crooked Sutures.
Aye,
Care Not Weary One
Traveler And Father To All.
Mind’s Eye Behemoth,
Where In Grains
As In Pearls
Do You Lie;
Barbaric And Windswept,
Dressed
In White Collared Time,
Grafted And Stylized;
With
Only Your
Teacups Remaining.
Your Grin, No Repast,
Discomforts All.
Bears The Stain,
Of The Holy Moments Gain.
Slanted Slivers
Of Hanging Pictures,
A Youth With Glasses Scanning
Hills Of Gifted Summer’s Passion,
Pages Each In Need Of Fanning.
Now,
With Hallowed And Bellowed Tear,
You Will Steer
Amongst Those Mighty
Many Memories
Of Futures Past.
This You Give Us,
Single Sight.
The Now Of Every Thought To Last:
A Day That Ends In Night
The pilot formally announced
the desired cruising height was reached.
At three hundred and forty knots
the plane flew like a cruise missile.
As I peered out of my window
above cotton cumulus clouds
such stunning sights of serene scenes
within my musing mind did meld.
Blue-grey clouds created an ocean
of tranquility and beauty
in which islands of snow-like clouds
reared up like Matterhorn Mountain.
Frosty formations of forests
blessed with Amazonian beauty
with canopies of white for green
punctuated the placid landscape.
Like a giant anaconda
a waveless river wound its way
through the wispy white cloud forest
which lined its lush banks on both sides.
Towards the West, the setting sun
showered smiles of satisfaction
on a stunning snow-covered strand
stretching out to the horizon.
I saw a lofty mountain range
Of fluffy white cumulus clouds
overlooking a vast ocean
with a bow-shaped beach at its base.
The images that each one sees
as they look down from up above
are vast and varied as the sum
of grains of sand upon the shore.
They are the figments of our mind
much like the biases which blind
our eyes to those not of our kind,
and who in thought we have maligned.
If we would only take the risk
of getting close to different folks,
and learning who they truly are
we will very soon discover;
that the biases which so blind,
and confine us to our own kind,
like the images, we soon find
are only figments of the mind.
When the surreal dream of the sun highlights the waveless rive
The echo of peaceful nature fills the space
Life convenes together in adoration for the Nymph
I will come to thee
You are a beautiful spirit, a lustrous Queen
Wielding seduction without knowing
So far from me I wilt in erotic despair
Weakened by your fragments and legs of porcelain precision
I picture myself appeasing you on a rosary pedals splattered sheets
Dying to the unearthly grace you present
When you awake I feel you are the definition of elegant life
Expending a perverted night, expending my lustful thoughts
I would surrender myself to splendor of her loving caress
Underneath pale moonlight, weaving a poetic spell
Kissing becomes feverous, stolen by whispering love
Beneath the stars my heart goes thin, she calls for me in my mind
She fades like all unrealistic fantasies
It’s infernal but I must say this
Victoria
I see your face in every sense of desire flame
You only have yourself to blame
You know I want you so bad
Mon Cherie thinking of you is driving me mad
Out of all the women I’ve feasted my eyes on
They pale in comparison to you
No, they are not you
I’d rather keep on yearning
They walked barefoot on the wet sand.
The hot sun had dipped beyond the horizon.
The brine and fresh air intertwined,
How pleasant to walk hand in hand!
Occasionally she would stoop,
Her wedding ring glinting in the dying sun.
She would search for lovely decorated shells,
Whilst he tried throwing flat stones
Across the calm stretch of the waveless sea.
Finally, they had to turn back to their inn.
The access to the beach stopped their tracks.
Large rocks hindered further progress.
They did not mind really. It was dark now.
Their previous footprints were almost obliterated.
Above the dark sky like sequins glittered stars.
They arrived at the inn, finely prepared.
They found champagne and sipping all
Until they fell into a deep restful sleep.
chiseled by the mood,
my tongue stand stood
no words are made;
silence moved to invade
time passed by
but the clock seemed to die
hovering this duration
killing my population
motionless, with a crippling posture
''..still alive.'' for that Im sure.
only my murmuring brain is active
anatomy tells, it works as passive
as the lake rest waveless
a stone was thrown aimless
the latter woke the creature within-
sending a familiar feeling
slowly the tide came in
life begun with a sudden whim;
a comrade had been visible;
and eagerness start with the usual babble.
Everybody says that forgetting
the one we loved is unfair, cruel, and silly;
don't attempt to bury recollections under rocks,
and instead of burning them completely,
express bitterness for a sad ending...
although the fervent sentiment never stops!
Search for the fondness of words,
delve deeper into your awareness
and the skeletons of regret won't rebuke
the conscience for the unappreciated value
of all the exciting life they led once,
and the preciousness they still constitute!
Does anyone admit that continue living
without forgiving is an act of unmercifulness?
Should we love ourselves more or less,
never appreciating the joy of giving and sharing?
Pierce the sunless skies with daring eyes,
beyond them, there's an incredible blueness...
not matched or displayed by waveless seas;
what lies ahead is an array of vast universes!