Known for arms of a lovely lotus stem,
Visage of moon’s sleepless silver,
Eyes like smiling lilies in lake,
And smile of a full moon’s sliver,
To win as wife, a woman of such fame,
Who’d not greatest of gamble stake?
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Translation |11.08.2024| free verse, woman, beauty, moon, adventure
The Sanskrit verse:
keertim mrnaala-kamaneeya bhujaam anidra-chandra
ananaam smita-saroruha chaaru-netraam |
jyotsnaa-smitaam upa-gataam dayitaam iva svaam labdhum
na kah param upakramam aatanoti ||
Rani Chandra born in seventy-six
was a gorgeous Hindu actress
winner of the Miss Kerala pageant
famous throughout India and now the world
our country cheered her on with glee
I am Carbon
In the cluttered dens of an out lived class
Lives Chandra hearts A butterfly playing songs with its wings.. butterfly
A effigy to the soul detailed with golden skulls burned into a tote pole of diamonds and rubies.. totem pole
In a vital valiant hope of preserving it's memories in sand and dirt
..the beach
Partisan delinquent corners the markets on the copious myriads of clones
To be one with the world,to be able to speak to the birds..the birds
Zombies at sunrise is me lost for all those years
The obsession of the dead looking for life
She challenges with her liquid teethe like a chess game
She constructs with every breathe
A bridge between what is said and what is not
A union of steel gold ivory and gems
I am mescaline vapour and then i am a tap to trip and drip until the end
I am mescaline vapour and then i am a tap to trip and drip until the end
Within the flame of cosmic scale,
a nebula beyond the vale
of tears and fears and random mirth
upon an azure planet earth,
vast hosts of stars are setting sail.
This great creative force all hail
when tracing course of stellar trail,
for ‘dust thou art’ in cloudy girth
within the flame.
Such sight stargazers can regale
with more delight than ‘cakes and ale’
and guide us to a sense of worth
in spark of human death and birth
as yet we write our living tale
within the flame…
~ Harley White
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The poem is in the form of a rondeau…
Image and info ~ Inside the Flame Nebula (Chandra X-ray)…
As I gaze onto morning evening skies
Oh! yon silhouette so does shine
in space you are a woman
Luna Mwezi
You are much woman
I spy you're Luna a moon
Daughter of the Earth a full grown woman
Spinning 27 days around her
Celestial body rotates around us a woman Mona by name
Luna Mwezi
Woman well praised
Bad day on Earth she's dressed in blue silver on white
While in the evening after dusk the end of day she wears black
Luna Mwezi
When she moves she causes bodies water
Oceans, streams, rivers, lakes to rise and fall
No one owns her she's alone there and with her silver eyes
She's Lunette, Luana,
Lewanna
Ilandere a moon woman
Chandra moon goddess
A beautiful moon woman
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A hawk, moments after dawn,
circling.
Somewhere,
somewhere at the edge of near;
a somewhere known to the pessimistic
as far,
as there,
as not,
not
Here.
Not near.
Occasionally, a flashed shadow
over the sun-bleached apricot sky.
Just to the West.
Where the yellower light spills now
over the half-new roof and well-appointed chimney
of farm/field/stone.
Into the valley of clinging green
and the stone wall edge of the Farm
where the trees have one and all
forgot the late date.
They’ve
steadfastly, triumphantly, unarguably
argued for their summer-earned greens.
The moon is so high as to be unknown.
There above the maple.
There above the shred-ragged, yellowing
banana leaves -
the makeshift windvane of wavily oversea kelp.
Unknown
to the crook of neck,
to the poor sleepers,
to the cheap pillow resters.
It is such a slight sliver
that
it gives a cool shiver
to my flesh.
The momentary thought of,
a splinter of wood getting under skin.
The slight sharp sliver of dim silver moon
seems so sharp as to
threaten to deflate the dim blue,
the pale blue
October sky.
C-lear
H-eaven
A-fter
N-ight
D-arkness
R-elieves
A-nother
P-ouring
R-ain
A-s
K-nown
A-scending
S-un
H-as
S-hown
H-igh
A-pparent
R-adiance
M-esmerizing
A-bove
Topic: Poet (Chandra Prakash Sharma)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
You stabbed me
From behind
My shapeless image
With the most dreadful
Weapon of the ages.
The knife of shadows
Slaying me behind
The brightest shrine.
You were the pale priest
Making me quiver
With the pain
Of centuries of
Forced widowhood.
Till I trembled
Like a blue animal
In the wisp of coldness
Poisoned with lonely
Swords of desire.
Subhas Chandra Chakra
That day,
My dear lovely moon
You left me
At the cross roads
Of that life
And never tried
To look back
For a pretty long time.
You left me alone,
Alone to cry my tears
Till the last drop
Of my tears left,
Till it ruined
The last crystal throne
Of my dream empire.
Subhas Chandra Chakra
He was the only one,
for life he did not care
sorrows and tears on his face
was something rare.
Still he knew
How much miseries mattered,
when our life before us lay shattered.
He was the only one
to all and his beloved.
A lover so pure, a beloved so dear.
Yet laws of love did not retrace
for him or for human race.
Yet he was the only one.
Survived with a broken heart
to search of love as it trickled in young due drops.
splashed in the banks of the “Ganga”.
Thirsty, yet stubborn, to fight till the end,
he was the only one.
Some thought him mad,
some called him an animal,
but he was the only one.
One day a man told stories of past,
to small, to big
and everybody asked
“well did he die at last?’
The man smiled, when his eyes glowed,
And these last words he said,
“Ask not me, but search for him in you.
Find him and never let him fail,
till every bit of land shouts,
such sons in time were born,
such sons to me are born.
.....A tribute to Shri Subash Chandra Bose.
Venom resumes X 3
Suryas out of his basket indeed,
Even good boys are naughty, Sajni,
elevation creatonism,
mantra stance style,
the sun moons life,
he locks his eyes for an eternal rain dance,
chaos enveloped in tears from the sun,
cosmic comic stances that are silent,
the venom stillness of life,
under thunder blast compliance,
encounter my intellegence,
my imperfections,
venom resumes X 3,
vision,
prime modal,
infentile,
Surya is out of his skin,
he pees freely, and poohs slowly,
cautious very friendly,
screams X 3,
shout X 3,
venom X 3,
resumes X 3,
venom resumes X 3,
don't mention tantra to mantra,
Chandra,
everyone is listening,
even good boys are naughty,
even good boys go bad,
Chandra,
tell Rajni not to say any more mantras,
the town is out,
people are watching,
the sun will shout,
Surya X 3
Surya in gujarti means sun.
Chandra in gujarati means moon.
Rajni is name of an Indian man.
Tapasya means to run away for enlighnment in a jungle as pennance for bad deads in order
to aquire enlightment.
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