You predict that dense clouds will bring drizzles.
Wild West wind, you say, causes scotching heat
Time's chisel, in your skill and will, fizzles.
In you, weather's ups and downs, take backseat.
Have you ceased seeing the deiform dawn?
Virtues and vices charm you as choices.
Towards past and future, you're often drawn
Can't you hear the present time's sore voices?
Both questions and answers are in your hands.
Your innocence should win over all.
Shouldn't harmony be your best of plans?
Isn't there a dawn after each nightfall?
Could the sun ignore any of its beams?
Reconcile! Foes too will flow with your streams.
Categories:
chisel in, jesus,
Form: Sonnet
The marble block before me
Chipped away enough to look busy
Stood proudly
Dust and marble flaked
Hammer and chisel in hand
As passersby asked:
“what is it”
I told them:
” it is a thought
Lost in the illusion
Of an artists desire
To conquer
Perfection”
//what would you have told them//
Categories:
chisel in, art,
Form: Free verse
Welcome home Spring,
where the butterflies are the most
beautiful spirits,
ever known to be.
This is their time,
to transform themselves
and evoke
their essences of freedom,
earthly beautiful, love,
and human soul.
Their essences give each of them hope.
As hope is the hammer and
chisel in the hands of God
as Its Pure Formless Substance
reflects its own substance.
Welcome home Spring
Categories:
chisel in, analogy, beautiful, beauty, encouraging,
Form: Personification
The Fault Line.
Just like the earth has its crust
Similarly people have an existing fault line
Same as a chisel in the wood.
Hits up anytime,it's number not to decrease,
Reality has its contours of fault line,
Between you and me too it underlines,
In any tie,it is very much present,
But in closer ones,it surfaces as a harsh truth,
Biased opinions bounce It,
It threads itself and springs anytime,
Like drug it creeps into the skin,
Well,whatever it is,
A tactful hand deals it well,
Everyone has learn to deal with It,
Because,
"The fault,dear Brutus is not in our stars,
But in ourselves".
Contest-The Fault Line.
Sponsor-Anthony Slausen.
28/11/2016
Categories:
chisel in, corruption, environment, feelings, imagination,
Form: Free verse
As I set out to write
Slicing pieces of life
Little by little letting go
The use of my pen
Is like chisel in hand
Chipping away at my soul
I hold a sculpture knife
In which to carve out my life
Leaving my heart well exposed
The art of poetry
Is pure beauty to me
Of which this artist has no control
I paint what comes to my mind
Straying outside of the lines
It's the only kind of poetry I know
Categories:
chisel in, art, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Won't you untie me,my arms are aching,
your shelter is failing,chisel in my heart of stone
I won't be here tomorrow,there's no lies left to borrow
leave me empty and hollow,..let me grow
Won't you untie me , stop trying to fight me,
your promise is binding,chisel in my heart of stone
I won't be here tomorrow,no lies left to borrow,
leave me empty and hollow, let me grow
Categories:
chisel in, change, creation, dark, depression,
Form: Lyric
Chisel in my hand
searching out life in your curves -
A die hard spirit
reshaping the uneven
to unfold the Saga
(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
Categories:
chisel in, art, love, passion,
Form: Tanka
You do not bluff!
Your country is pleasing.
Not sure yet if tears will not drops.
I'm so strong if you're evil.
You're arresting me, I am stuffed.
Not yet enough grudge you say conflict.
When I chisel in worship you say do not be upset, we are brothers.
And universal religion, supposedly God in mind,
I am jailed and house there.
The color red in my chest I am seeing.
It was not what I destroyed, so long as not to be raped.
I will run when chased. If there is no way I am cruelled.
Life I came here!
If caught died again.
In the ass inhibited fiery pain.
Chased away is back.
Already asked to go back again,
That's to spend my later years.
My paper is called the pass.
Do not you I defaulted.
O “pass” you everything.
If you like living in a country where any wear it.
In Malaysia, the Philippines as well as in America is no different.
All use of paper face to face.
My paper I am apprehended without you!
I love you peace and paper.
Layag Sug!
Categories:
chisel in, angst, bird, blue, bullying,
Form: Bio
I am Buddha
Just a stone but a big one
With a chisel in hand he sculpted me
Turned me into Buddha.
Inspired by the monolith statue of Gautam Buddha (founder of Buddhism) that stands amidst a lake in our city(Hyderabad,India)
Categories:
chisel in, religion, me,
Form: Free verse
I went outside
Chisel in hand
Found a tree with the biggest trunk
Took a firm stand
Wood chips began to fly
A heart began to appear
I thought we'd be together
But a cross grain was near
A knot stopped me
The heart was complete
It will remain empty inside, like me
Until true love I meet
Categories:
chisel in, hope, life, love, heart,
Form: Rhyme