O’ fluid friend,—
—O’ liquid lover, please
embrace me, soothe my sootheless, stranded soul—,
—caress my restless thoughts, and set them still.—
O’ sap of spirit,—
—sweet sip of ambrose!
O’ potent potion,—
—O’ magic mixture, daze
me, dazzle me, nuzzle me, numb my frill
fringes |— —| Droll Dame, find me a drooling fool.—
O’ nectar of the night,—
—dose me for a doze…
Keep me cohere,nt and comp,osed—‘sxcu,se me—
I’m stumblin’ on your slippy words,(I meant
mine,—ours?)and now you sweep me to the flo,or.
…
O’ fluke of fortune!, wicked whiskey’s woe!,
why wrong you me thus?, morn’s scalding sun askant
breaks blaring through my window,— head — aches — …sore.
Memories wound like shards of shrapnel
exploding through the restless night
bursting into jagged slivers like broken glass,
leaving a heart wretched and contrite.
Ears strained to hear voices crying
from somewhere within the dark beyond,
the place lying between emptiness and sighing
but not one echoing refrain responds
Not a single word from the void spoken
Silence takes a ransom toll on emotions
There's not a whispered breath, no scant token
that offers hope in any measure of devotion
Shattered is the heart that has been forgot
In the midst of grief, a voice it does not hear.
It's time to move on for the echo returns not.
and in its absence, a heart must prove austere.
Purge all the sorrow and wash away its stain.
No longer whisper and do not strive to hear
nonexistent echoes that resound in refrain,
those ricocheting words that never did cohere.
Ascend away
with me
my
warrior goddess
I’ll show you
the birth of
stars
we can
reminisce
ruminate
become
our remembrances.
Cohere to me
we will
dissipate into
the core of
that great tempest
creation’s advent
behold!
Escape with me
to the myriad
cosmos
of our beginning
our inception
our origination
when universes
swallowed
primeval worlds.
I entreat you
place the ageless
nectar of
worlds on your
hungry lips
quench
satisfy
assuage
the need.
Let us
fill ourselves
with galaxies
and stars
and dimensions
of mighty
invincible realms.
Ascend away
with me
my
warrior goddess
to the glorious
nascence of
our wonderment
where first our
unity was
prophesied
portended
wrought.
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Our Christmas comes but once a year
as we behold that special day-
a time of giving and of cheer.
We deck the halls within our sphere
with a grand tree put on display-
adorned with lights both front and rear.
And in between, collections, dear-
showcased past years, then stored away,
we hang once more, each souvenir.
But most of all, with love sincere
beneath the tree, the bright array-
of thoughtful gifts we choose, appear.
Fine presents chosen, show it's clear
each one will hopefully convey
the Christmas blessings- we adhere.
With hopes, this spirit will cohere
and last beyond this day- we pray
it spreads across New Year's frontier-
to keep that joy of Christmas near.
December 10, 2020
Contest: Deck The Halls
Sponsor: Joseph May
A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting
of a very specific rhyming scheme:
aba aba aba aba aba abaa
Who would have thought when it raised it's head
Flu like symptoms leading to scores now deceased
A few, now too many the authorities have said
We're about to find out whom are the real diseased
Borders become invisible as it spreads it's fear
As countries deliberate as to what to do next
This thriving virus in population cohere
Now reaching epidemic seeing it's effects
The media now covers this spread that kills
Morgue slabs ever busy as the weak succumb
Too many are passing losing their living thrill
Families and friends start feeling their numb
Countries now action against these Trojan Horses
Silently going round with their everyday
Infrastructures strain fearing lack of resources
Fearing Covid-19 still continues its say
Flights are abandoned, many stress to reach home
Cities lie silent when normally buzzing with life
Freedom we're so used to ceasing our roam
Leading frustration increasing social mad strife
Supermarkets throng their aisles a bursting
Tempers fuelled by the greed wanting of others
Friends and neighbours showing their lurking
It's not just Covid-19, another virus smothers.
Classic children's books are such
For reasons very clear.
Their plots or pictures are unique
And beautifully cohere.
The Sendak stories, which, to some,
Are really quite bizarre,
Have always brought us pleasure,
E.g. "Where the Wild Things Are."
It's new to Henry yet it drew
Him deep inside the tale,
A feat that Maurice Sendak books
Do always, without fail.
So Max and all the Wild Things,
Which my grandson liked a lot,
Now will join his favorites in a place
Where supper's always hot.
I was all alone,
My juvenile lost;
As deserted land,
Always yearned for quenching thirst;
Explored ambiance for moist vapour,
To form thundery wet cloud;
Lost in illusion world,
In quest of 'who I was';
Never knew where I was,
Roved subconsciously,
In pursuit of finding "Me";
Never could know without
Accomplishing the utmost karma,
Entrusted by spiritual lord;
Never seen him but perceived,
Felt when I was sad;
Then as a reflecting mirror,
A ladylove came in my life,
Vision of me could see in her;
Her attraction was enticing welcome,
Cohere both together as one;
Explore the next stage,
Giving life new one;
For what I was for,
On this earth for;
© Sadashivan Nair
World is so beautiful,
But view through dazzling eyes;
Supple heart softens,
Kneels before the virtues,
Non can deny,
The beauty thou hast;
It isn't about eyes,
Neither cheek, nor is thy lips;
All that drags,
Is thy beautiful heart;
Compassion, love for all,
All like me yearn to cohere,
Seek amour of thine;
Voice of thy so sweet,
Ears mellow as honey in hive;
The company with thou,
Coses me in dark side of life;
Thy tipsy beauty glares from inside,
Luminate so the world fills with joy;
© Sadashivan Nair
Fear, cuts like a knife will go through you like a spear.
It's really ***** how it will adhere, and make you cry many a tear, even ruin your career it won't let you out of first gear.
And it makes it perfectly clear that it will appear during your premier.
Because fear is an insincere engineer, which will try to domineer but only if you let it cohere. Then it takes away your cheer and will replace it with drear.
So don't stay in your sphere, be a pioneer and get a change of atmosphere. Try it for a year then watch your fear disappear and get that feeling of, All Clear.
O ye! Come in..come inside;
The door of my heart,
Is always open wide;
The tranquil nest comforts,
As if you in cozy bed;
Rest your head in my silken lapel,
Secures your dreams of imaginary spirit;
My heart is always empty,
Come in, fill in your lustrous odour;
Get inside and feel the warmth,
Soothes you when you cohere;
Emotion pours as spring dew,
Will sensually wet to bond;
Make saddened sorrow vanish,
As vapour from wavy ocean tide;
When you bond with my soul,
You are me and I am you;
O ye! Come in..come inside,
In my open heart;
© Sadashivan Nair
So called 'love',
Is not always sweet;
Sometimes sour,
Sometimes bitter;
Yet cohere together
In all sad and joy;
Thoughts may vary,
As the individuality of one;
Fight may betide,
Without perennial pain;
Hearts and souls together
Tie up in unravelling knot;
Longing rises from within,
For oral and physical feel;
Tongues don't move,
But eyes speak gesturing
Reveal yearn in mind;
Sharing emotional pain solaces;
Feel relieved,
In company of partner;
Live with someone,
Live for someone,
In all pain and soothe,
In all sad and joy;
Sharing together is force,
That endures storm and tide,
Of life is 'love';
© sadashivan nair
All alone in journey of life,
Endured painful murky days;
No more,
Yep, no more;
I can't stand the lonely life;
Wandered in rain and dry,
Wandered in scorching
Sun and murky night,
In lakes and mounts;
A company I sought,
Who fills colours in life;
The spring tide I felt,
The day you entered in my heart;
The odour of pollen
Drags me in,
Coerces to cohere,
Seek inebriating nectar;
Thy company is bliss,
Brings smile,
Fills paints of vibrant shades,
Sing melodious floret songs;
Feel the sense of frolic ambiance,
It's not love,
Nor I think is romance;
With you my side, I accede,
Am complete content man;
© Sadashivan Nair
Dedicated to those teens, out of desperation end up committing extreme acts, ending life. My dear sweet children keep one point in your mind. Life is to both lose and gain. In both ways you gain, bring memorable experiences in completing cycle of life. The failure strengthens to sustain the pain and sad. Never kneel before the evil thoughts face it so you go strong and stronger in your life.......
Hey Ye! Juvenile rose,
Your petals are supple,
Strew tender sonorous odour;
You are fresh and coolth,
In this nasty ambiance;
Never let vicious storm,
Shatter your petals one by one;
Be strong, seek strength,
From your parental plant;
Cohere the branch,
That holds you tight;
Never let loose the grip,
Of parental shrub;
Evil storm waits to victimize,
Weaker separated lot;
© Sadashivan nair
An unborn baby,
From the womb,
Scratched the belly,
Over and over of its mom;
She minded not once;
But when was frequent,
Rubbing her belly she fondled;
Oh! You impish,
Don't tickle with your tiny nail;
No-no baby I feel too pain;
Again a scratch,
But this time it had sound;
O mu, ye ma-ma mu,
I feel thee, it's so sweet,
Thy touch embellishes,
My tender body,
My heart vacillates in festal;
When thou cohere papa in sleep,
I feel so warmth;
Stimulates my soul,
Feel like sleeping,
In the middle of both;
When papa flirts,
Thy 'no-no' vibrating sound,
Turns my ears on,
Feel thy playful deeds;
All I feel, thy surroundings,
Good mood or bad;
'O' my ma-ma mu,
Thou carry, endure all pain,
Thou made for me,
A doll of mine;
'O' my ma-ma mu,
I am so tempted,
Pull me out from thy womb,
Can't wait, no more;
Want to suckle and play,
With thy mammary glands;
I imagine in all my dreams,
Sexy suckling sound,
Ooon-mu-mu-moo,
Cohering thou, touching thy chest;
Thy lap is paradise,
Made of silky skin;
Let me take my place;
Please let me out;
© sadashivan nair
Inspired by an ancient poem. V
Bamboo-cooled breezes pervade my chamber.
Blinking stars appear and disappear.
Roaming moonbeams invade each container.
Laden dewdrops into gobbets cohere.
Self-lit fireflies pepper the dark.
Calling water birds herald the dawn.
Thinking of myriad lances clashing in vain.
Tormented, sleepless, I follow the night.
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