there is stain
stainless stain
none sees
stigma bin niche
in the heart of my rose
the youthful rose
road to road
lane by lane
the fragrance
comes with virginity
of wile
will-o-the-wisp
the lace of writing
makes the attire
makes the disguise fire
on the Tyre of living gyre
respectively to the pyre
in the bier
not as the dead
but as the withered leaf of winter
in the wisdom of love
in the womb of chaste
heirs on the astray
habeas-corpus
hackles on the verbose anonymity
anopheles drinks
taste blood,
gyves the pathos of beautification
demise crawls the path of sagacity
no enmity
on the road of poetic procession
yet, the youthful rose
hails the decease of blood
in the nerve circulation
and circumcises the head of pen
in time........
-07/01/2020 CTG, BD
Categories:
circumcises, life, writing,
Form: Free verse
Just the thought of you
inspires me to heights
of grandiosity and elegance
You coerce me to create
writings, poems of distinction
indubitably perchance
How does this entrancing
energy transpose into art,
permutations of heights
drifting through ions
of transposition, toughness
circumcises deliverance
It's a mystical phenomenon
that's existed for ages,
from the inception
of humanity's ineptness
through the age of technology
bolstered by craters
of existential drifting
through generations
parallel to the Muse.
Categories:
circumcises, cool, emotions, inspirational, writing,
Form: Free verse