He schleps constantly at noon
Through declivities and straight roads,
Bearing messages sealed by the hands
That laid them bare in the first place.
Sweat caresses his face, forming one mass of
Earnestness in every breath of delivery.
“Hello,” he says, “your mail. Your package.”
My palm breathes harder, having neared his.
I sign the delivery paper and reach out for the
Package.
He is fussy with time and gets rewarded when
The Christmas bells chime slowly
From wintry belfries posting blandishments of
Yuletide.
Merry Christmas!
A bright coin rolls into his palms and greases them.
He welcomes titbits of news within crimson cards.
His lungs inhale airs of chaperoned champagnes
Amid the voice of canticles, soft and secret.
Categories:
blandishments, christmas, community, december,
Form: Free verse
Night,
Ageless and porous,
Sang screeches of fireflies of
Crescendo-diminuendo sparks.
What hour?
In the midst of the hustles, I lost my hoursight
Different, tonight, is my eyesight, seeing even
Through the darkest foliage of gentle, but sinister
Caress sway.
On the broken, cracked slabs, squatting, dark torsos!
Pensive, broken, sad, old and so good the
Work of Italian sculptors.
Further deep in searching glare, the hardened
Mats of hurried sepultures of returning
Soldiers, whose wellingtons have squelched in
Mudblood.
Wars and battles never post blandishments
On peace.
What hour now, brother?
It is so dark and mean, and my hourglass refuses a
Moon reflection.
But now the hours move fast on march of the
Headless feet in wellingtons.
'Left, right, left, right....'
Dolts hasten among fleeing marabouts.
Stench from ailing, balmed smog
Stills the whiffs of roasting deer, all in
One silence of close hour canticles...
Such phalanx, brother, coldens the head.
Categories:
blandishments, dark, death,
Form: Free verse
It falls with grace.
Metallic bawls hail the strength of zinc roofs.
At the mercy of the thatch,
Drops drip from needle points of skeletal
Palm fronds.
Particles of rain descend on thresholds
Among dewed terrains.
The petrichor befriends the atmosphere,
Caressing limpid warmth with floating cold.
Lightning, a white dancing Anaconda, races with speed,
Filling the tenebrous plains with lights of hope.
Troubled skies ululate through the power of thunder.
I always recline on that liquid voice!
Rainmakers cream their palms
And roast fresh leaves of
Epochal petals
Plucked from somnolent trees.
Bubbles, green and full of life, puke,
Filling up the mouths of burning woods.
Grey darkness suggests the pleasant wars of
May through October,
When distant wayward drops
Trickle before the deafening deluge.
I hail the blandishments of July
For the society of fattened yams and the
Worthy tendrils —festooned confetti of ceremonial
Harvests.
Droughts yawn in vain when the attitude of
Wet seasons befriends the skies,
Yielding fecund grimes that grace the soil.
Categories:
blandishments, africa, rain,
Form: Ode
BLANDISHMENTS
blandishments passed by
i was blind…my friend produced
ketchup, mustard, & mayonnaise packs.
so close, i should’ve been bitten…
perhaps the fries
were a distraction; i ordered
onion rings.
the turkey burger turned
into a “cheeseburger, please.”
however those blandishments
forsaken i was taken
by the wise guys
on the way out, i see
an entire section:
deep-sea-green pickles,
christmas-red tomatoes,
crispy lettuce and onions.
O the burger possibilities!
i paid too much for the taste
of a cheese-turkey blandburger
and no-onion fries.
10/4/2021
Categories:
blandishments, food,
Form: Free verse
A pattern from our history - albeit anecdotal
Pick any evil SOB - he's probably teetotal
Hitler didn't touch the booze, and neither Torquemada
Bin Laden with a drink to choose took yak's milk - nothing harder
Pol Pot too forsook the brew, Bieber was too young
Stalin may have had a few but not your Mao Tse Tung
Donald Trump, of president's the Idiot du Jour
He may love your blandishments but not a heavy pour
Risking some hyperbole but very plainly stated
You can shove sobriety it's clearly over rated
If we're all to get engaged in evil's true demise
Don't waste your time getting enraged - here's wisdom from the wise
To rid their inhumanities, step back awhile and think
The course to alter history's to buy that man a drink
Categories:
blandishments, drink, evil, history, humor,
Form: Ballad
Behind the lively discourse is to fill the placement
Lovely familiarity before the main statement
After gallivanting the parlor is the pavement
Nice conversation, just void of any argument
Direct intentions, hidden in sweet scenting fragments
Indirect message, passing through a nice compartment
Sentences, garnished in honey for any treatment
High is the soul, not knowing of a waiting shipment
Mere praises, soaked in the bloated tales of achievement
Each applause, a segment to land into the moment
Not a clue, what is coming as the main part augments
Talk for loyalty, the formula for some government
Silver is made gold in words to push for a movement
Categories:
blandishments, emotions, encouraging, feelings, nice,
Form: Acrostic
Males have always made it easy for me to veto
either by words or actions or both.
You started so altruistic and added a brainless flare,
I’ve never imagined one on goggles with such virility
with books and tie, making his swagger uniquely swanky.
This dissertation will prove interesting and worthy
as you plant in my isolated garden,
so many Chamomiles and exotic plants
making me forget the number of times
my emotions have been subjected to an Ambulance.
Your shawama description
blew up a vehicle from my laughter
yet flows with sincerity, grace and caliber.
You, on sweaty tight singlet
and pelvic hugging boxers, on the other hand
presents like a delicious volauvent.
Your heart speaks innocently
in a thick romantic brogue.
I’ve enjoyed the words coming out of it
which are more than mere blandishments.
I’ll hold onto them and carry your actions
like a gold-plated Candelabra.
My heart is in great amity with yours
and its acceptance, totally of its own volition
despite my ‘Yes’ being a cataclysmic event.
I’ve long signed the blank cheque
already hoping for ante-natal sessions by your own doing.
Categories:
blandishments, love, proposal, relationship, romance,
Form: Romanticism
Your blandishments
twist___twist___twist
contorting my form
abash my mind
wisp___wisp___wisp
Categories:
blandishments, confusion,
Form: Light Verse
O luckless maid! such beauteous
blush with modest blandishments
did'st flash to woo a Prince
o'erthrown, in madness' grasp!
Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish,
true love was the hapless prey,
Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd
by the Dane's misguided sway.
It drove thee mindless, to a frenzy,
death thy only destination,
borne by rippling river's eddy
to thy final resting place.
Categories:
blandishments, writing,
Form: Quatrain
O luckless maid! such beauteous
blush with modest blandishments
did'st flash to woo a Prince
o'erthrown, in madness' grasp!
Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish,
true love was the hapless prey,
Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd
by the Dane's misguided sway.
It drove thee mindless, to a frenzy,
death thy only destination,
borne by rippling river's eddy
to thy final resting place.
Categories:
blandishments, death,
Form: Quatrain
It lies beneath the interred
spirit of a man, when
death is close at hand.
I sense it manifest within
that restive, intermittent spark
that had seemed to be no more,
now deterring my eternal rest.
But I have a selling job to do.
No longer may I tender forth
my charms and hope it is enough;
a stroll upon the evening air
builds not at all upon enlightenment.
No, I am the customer and most susceptible
to blandishments much greater than
the restive moments I may find
in play and fortune that I win.
All that is expendable
when I can revel in the healing truth,
there along the well-worn path
of thought. There is light
to challenge myself again,
and no one dares protest.
It's all I have, of course.
What feeds me is the plenitude
of fullness in the empty places
answering my call. Senses are
irrelevant. I need watch no more.
I seek instead the sea cliffs
where echoes of the lost
may catch the wind, seed the earth,
and dissipate.
There is my reward, and earth
is the richer for it.
In gratitude, I hear them still!
Their cries are flight released,
but age and death are meaningless.
The cycle is complete,
~
Categories:
blandishments, age,
Form: Free verse
The owl can see with wide and narrow view
Focuses both poets and artists knew.
The broad sweep on the canvas makes a place
Where details and designs can have their space.
What God endowed the owl with such excess;
When all her progeny enjoy such bliss?
I think, where is the snake with frightening hiss?
What startling accident created this?
Eagles,hawks and owls must kill to eat.
No blandishments nor kindness make them sweet.
What God could make an Eden this deceit;
Where lambs are snatched up while their mothers bleat
So God himself destroys to fill his leisure;
Such fearsome revelations show his measure.
…
Categories:
blandishments, beauty, bird, creation, evil,
Form: Sonnet
Moving house
Breaking news, time- brandished
My auntie moving house
Joining the last of the dots of blandishments
Left dangling by kin far and wide
While she coasted in the east
Gonna cease to be where
Her great grandpa felled
Trees to make doors for a dwelling,
Which helplessly helped the exodus
By Tamravarni
Which is also river like her
And in movement like her intent.
8 jul 13, Freeverse
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For Skat's Freeverse contest
Categories:
blandishments, home, moving on,
Form: Free verse
O luckless maid! such beauteous
blush with modest blandishments
did'st flash to woo a Prince
o'erthrown, in madness' grasp!
Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish,
true love was the hapless prey,
Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd
in the Dane's misguided sway.
It drove thee mindless, to a frenzy,
death thy only destination,
borne by rippling river's eddy
to thy final resting place.
Categories:
blandishments, death, tribute,
Form: Quatrain
O luckless maid! such beauteous
blush with modest blandishments
did'st flash to woo a Prince
o'erthrown, in madness' grasp!
Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish,
true love was the hapless prey,
Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd
in the Dane's misguided sway.
It drove thee mindless, to a frenzy,
death thy only destination,
borne by rippling river's eddy
to thy final resting place.
Categories:
blandishments, death,
Form: Quatrain
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