Lyrics by Michael Coy and Jerry Curtis
This Is a Tanka written by Eileen Manassain and reimagined by me by
adding every other verse in order to create Lyrics we could put to music.
please visit Eileen recent page and enjoy This poem in it's original Form.
I want to Thank Eileen for the privilege of working with her on these poems
Nothing seems to last
The present now the past
flowers weep faded petals
Like flaking paint or rusty metal
A faint scent lingers
Upon the barren tips of fingers
once blooming in bright color
Now appear quite smothered
My poems have lost their appeal
No longer things seem real
emotions wither
And darkness comes hither
Wilted words whirl in the wind
Until they blow my way again
bereft of beauty
Void of duty
I strive to remain rooted
In a world so polluted
hoping for droplets of love
Droplets from above
DEBJANI MITRA
Free verse
MIDNIGHT CHIMES (COLLABORATION WITH DEBJANI MITRA)
This poem is an English translation of one of the beautiful Bengali poem of PS poet MALABIKA RAY CHOUDHURY
Midnight chimes unveil in cascade,
glances of your shimmering face
engulfing me in a transient dream...
As if you never went away!
As if I didn't wake up to see you're gone!
As if I no longer felt the shatters of pain
swaying back and forth, in an empty swing.
And nothing meant anything anymore.
Yet I know that I will hold you forever,
caressing you in the cradle of the moon.
Oh Yes! The enigma of your velvet touch
Is forever my own,
In symphony of the floral sea, and
In embrace of the endless sky.
Copyright © Debjani Mitra | Year Posted 2025
Hello, my most esteemed poets,
I am trying an experiment that I believe has not been done here on the PS site. I have posted a new poetry contest called "The Prismatic Self: A Gauntlet of Mirrors within the Arena.".
The JUDGES have now been selected:
1. Lin Lane
2. Ink Empress
3. Duke Beaufort
4. Vanya Evangeline
5. Anne Winter
6. Hiya Sharma
7. Andrea Dietrich
8. Daniel Rodgers
Since only one person can view the contest, all contestants' submissions will be distributed between the group for input and ratings. When the contest is complete and we have the final list of winners, we will have personal insights from all the judges for each winner and all honorable mentions.
Thank you for your time and patience
Blessings,
Daniel
Gossamer wings display angelic quality
Empyrean dragonflies surround her
with ethereal ambiance
and with trailblazing elan
a bardess takes flight,
stirring our muses to
greater heights
Poetic princess with a golden pen
her true beauty lies deep within
she's an empress of empathy
compassionate toward all
equinox moon goddess
glowing white bright,
bleeding ink
~Collaboration with Tom Woody
'As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true' ~ Mystic Rose Rose
my chrysalis heart traces her sparkling scales, kissed by saffron haze,
mirroring flickering flutters through her deep, warm, balmy gaze,
amidst petals unfurling diamond dreams, sewn with golden strings,
and sepals sprouting cerulean serenity, caressing sapphire wings…
but in the spring-touched garden of iridescent desire,
like tiny silhouettes pirouetting as wisps in the rain-soaked choir,
she scatters whimsical wishes across healing meadows,
erasing wild rose pollen steeped in woeful throes of crestfallen shadows…
Enduring in the gullibility of your
vacuous domain
Where viciousness stretched its cruel chains,
and vain vows cast in silver lined threads
were soft enough to soothe,
but sharp enough to shred.
I followed the fractures, fine as hair,
witnessed truth crackle through oxygenated air.
Your crown — little more than gilded dust,
from my puppet strings severed
I placed my trust
that you’d come undone from your reign unjust...
And in your castle carved from fears,
bloom black orchids, drenched in thistles of tears,
veiling the moon with lethal lace,
perfumed with poison, in gruesome grace.
Yet I refuse to drown in the seas of the artless,
like a marionette, silenced and heartless:
for I am the silhouette of silk and solace,
soaring beyond chains of brutality and malice,
To an island where thorn less love blooms,
and faith is the melody to erase written gloom,
from the sinister streaks of the narcissistic sun-stain
I ricochet amidst the night and champagne rain...
butter
witty lyrics
melting my ears
yellow bright positive energy
smooth
smooth
shimmery gliding
melody fair, grooves
leisurely my moonstruck heart
bait
the beat
of wings the bells
and merry flight of snow
the flap of angel crew as day
unveils
the drop
of dew the pearls
and birches whisper blow
the hymn of fresh horizon’s born
this morn
the reds
and greens in tune
in sunrise glow and shake
of berries in cardinal’s pine
awake
nothing spoils this surface view ~ see me
crave attention, gift empty touch
tonal mask veils flaws and vices
face alter ego and kneel
to feed the shallow shadow that circles
~ around gossamer tears of the grieving moon,
as silenced streaks of tongue-twisted lines,
undress a puddle of poisoned stars
pull force imperceptible, attraction
lost in blissful contemplation
comatose until that last equation
gravitational persuasion creating longing
but will the lake that flows with fears
thaw words tangled in golden chains?
for I’ve drowned in liquified lies,
drawing perfection from imperfect reflections
delve to the depths of my spun world
peripheral interference dissipates in darkness
only requirement is carved version of self
that steadies my hand and drags me in
sinking beneath Narcissus's polluted undertow
tainted oxygen leaves my expanding lungs
hitting jagged rocks, spoiled skin shreds,
exposing a forgotten empath ~ salvation rises
Beyond the here and now, I flew
Into a sky, cornflower blue
No drifting clouds to block my view
I lose myself, in search of you
In respite from the noonday sun
Beneath an oak, thoughts on the run
No sooner than I had begun
You're in the frame and we are one.
I felt your presence growing near
As though you whispered in my ear.
No longer will I be in fear
That you were lost forever, dear.
I grieved for you through time apart
Wounded as if by poisoned dart.
Beneath this oak, I now impart
Vows of devotion from my heart.
*Thank you, Danny Turner,
for offering me your lines.
I hope I've done justice to your verses.
A picturesque scene from my window this afternoon.
Banishing all greying clouds, the sky is pastel blue.
Radiating the sun's rays, rain was not seen for days.
Astonishing vibrant rainbow of flowers are strewn.
Clusters of marigolds, daffodils and lilies grow.
A glorious image appears in the far lagoon.
Delicate swans are gliding in the sparkling waters.
Adorable signets will be completely grown soon.
Bewitching aromas from where the white jasmine grew.
Rain was not seen for days, radiating the sun's rays.
Alluring sunset drenches all crimson, by the moon.
A fatherless boy with a motherless son, wrote stories of nature to please everyone.
Stories from the meadow, stories from the sea, native son of Sandwich, we come to honor thee.
Five generations, of his family tree, native son of Sandwich, we come to honor thee.
But by grace do I shadow your form
from each darkened night to bright-lit morn.
You're silvery-white in my life's storm
hosting shivery thoughts yet unborn.
Would that my pen divine such meaning,
enflame fiery feelings unbidden
that stun me dumb at their convening.
My emotions revealed, unhidden.
Yet my disguise is opaque it seems.
You cross a transcendental realm –
unspoken vesper in sacral dreams
that never attains its lofty helm.
Someday, I know you will understand
my passionate affection for you -
How my heart bleeds with tender demand,
unformed entanglement to pursue!
My ink is flowing hoping to charm,
My poem an aphrodisiac.
Unwritten rhymes planning to disarm
and attract you to my love lilac.
Though you're beyond my bewitching reach,
I devote this unsung ode to us.
My dear, with unsaid words I beseech -
Let's join our hearts without further fuss.
Never forget life will go on
through weeds
laughter
rain in summer
look closely
but don't get too close to the edge
can you see the dandelions
cotton trees
and occasional skunk
don't blink
be patient
watch and learn
are you ready
hold my hand
through prayer
through the denial of life
don't be afraid
which path to take
behave accordingly
when you have nothing to do to say
the moon beams will smile back
and not disappoint
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