Ecstatic eye of night
thoughts tangled tangent
tint of orange moon
slivers were just hazy
incipient learned launch
as the querulous quirk
indented ingress idly
still desperate to capture
though less likely
lavishness connoting mood
human forest focal point
I dream in dribbles soppy
though never flagged yet
as futile aspiration amid
hues strictly night bound
might benefit wistfully
when strident slumber
indigenous to townscape
has its muted rippled
riddle not tactfully
resolved due to blind
daylight tinctured template
aroused by the clangour
of mint medley lure of
Arcadia circus dangle
of inchoate promise known
as crystal carrot jewellery
box whose flecks fly a riot
before the milling cluster
who wantonly wonder
at collapsing fortress inside
whilst rugged resilience
that tower block of prime
revitalised endeavour bent
on a fantasy forage with
disposition a pointless block
though underbody wobbles
if left without the widest
custodial watch of the self
one might be elated finally
sheep sleep surreptitiously
spiders spin shredded silken seances
song birds sulk soporifically
rabid ravens rave rapturous rhapsodies
capriciously caught in clangour
I die dire deceptive dreams
tepid tears tear through torment
viscous vapours vacate venom
pus pelts my pitiful pillow
oozes omnipotent oblivion
alliterations alight anger
freeze fervent fear
reiterate raucous refusal
ruminate reverberate rancid rile
I wake the wake of weary waste
recycle random rubbish remonstrate
then morning mourns Morpheus
mocks mountains of morose meanders
day dawns dubious daunting delight
as I tease temptation to take a tally
send syllables into space and shuttle
to morphing metaphors from my mind
until excruciating echoes become echelons
of cumbersome circuits and contempt
when restless rest revisits and revolves
recoils at respite and the raven raves
20th December 2020
At the enthralled hour of All Hallow's Eve,
the night in frenzy clangour turns ghostly gray.
Billowing clouds slowly swirl in anger
round the formidable, full mysterious blood-red moon.
The eternal night ebbs with growling sounds,
prowling into thickening hours of darkness.
Chill damp dense fog lazily wavers low,
stalking above the autumn trees turned red and gold.
Tenebrous gloominess brought brooding shadows,
idle and dank, adjoined by broken down fencing
and gnarl skeletal tree boughs, silhouettes weaving
like marionettes against the full Halloween moon.
9/24/2019
Tintin got stuck to a cliff-hanger
limerick
(C) rajat kanti chakrabarty
Tintin got stuck to a cliff-hanger
Snowy was asked to bring a banger
Snowy was needy
So he was greedy
And all hell let loose with a clangour
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