Troubled by a deluge of turbulence,
Burdened by a stretch of delay,
Heart wrenched by love gone sour,
I sit alone in the silence of an evening room.
I am awakened by the beauty of hearty petals,
Joyful in their radiant colours.
I begin to hum a song,
A song about feeble love strengthened by the pure light of redemption.
Awake in the wilderness of roses,
Entranced by their beauty and hue,
Then melancholy won’t hold sway in the chambers of your heart,
And darkness won’t pervade the depths of your existence.
What is a ripple without its rhythm?
What is love without its pebbled road?
The journey of a tree is not visible from its exterior;
The casement conceals the tumult and pain.
Redemption songs are heard beyond twilight’s door.
September 29, 2026.
After coloring her head with dye
She leaves her damp hair open to dry
Thus, her age, she conceals.
She tries all sorts of styles
On her lips, thick gloss, she does apply.
All wrinkles, she cleverly conceals
With makeup all cuts and scars, she seals
Puts rouge on her aging face
Thinks she’s a lady of grace.
Walks a showpiece on stiletto heels
Silky white web art thrown like paint
Precious pearl like pride unlike saint
In it’s ebony eyes many bugs a delight
Doomed to demise as live dinner tonight
Emerald June bug passively to die
Red sun conceals web in jaded July
Her purr softer than the shadowed cloud
Conceals a message both strong and loud
And should you be one unaware
‘Tis that purr can catch you there
Then the claws, sheathed in fur
Can come darting forth, to belay that purr
And what you thought so genteel
May seal your fate with an ordeal
Of words selected carefully
To bring you to reality:
Tis’ not YOUR world on which she lives
And she cares not for your missives
You may observe, perhaps caress,
But it’s doubtful that you’ll possess
The Cat who purrs so skillfully,
But not JUST for you: She’s here for - - - WE.
Respect her words; respect her skill
Or your Life’s Journey may be all … uphill.
On the edge of a moment,
An unspoken prayer
Hesitant, a heart beats,
A feeling blessed, unaware
Rhythms of joy, trembling
As that first kiss
Tests the naked dreams,
A whisper of sweet bliss
Rising beyond starlight
As graceful as the sea
Restoring sparkles of life
A feeling, alive… free
Breathing images, stories
As painful as love remains
Aching beneath the touch
A beauty the shadow blames
Wonders, breaking through
As light inside, on our heals
Inviting as morning’s dew
A story no skeptic conceals
Oh to be fearless, to dance in the storm
And break free from the confines of norm...
Beneath those ominous, lumpy clouds
Captured in the swirls of hurried wind,
My arms open to the sky where my eyes are fixed
Swaying joyously in the rain.
The rumbling rolls of thunder
Stimulate and excite
Building up tension and suspense toward
That expected flash of light!
The bubbly base of the clouds turn silver.
It's like the sky tells the land, " Say, 'Cheese!' "
Though darkness conceals earths colours,
The flash briefly exposes their glory.
A normal response is to hide indoors,
To distract from the noise and chill -
In life, I must learn to loosen up,
Perhaps occasionally seek a thrill.
Oh to be fearless, to dance in the storm
And break free from the confines of norm.
mind marooned
in
complex convolution
of
singular anonymity
morphs morbid
into
psychic silhouette
deprived despised
of
enlightened elements
of
acquired attributes
abruptly waned
reserved recess
conceals conundrum
of
sub-conscious search
completely clueless
for
exploration entreaty
as
persuasive ploy
of
outside world
can’t contrive
forsaken mind
pining prisoner
of
own making
captive cocoon
in
introvert isolation
innate vision
scans sightless
faces fading
in
fathomless oblivion
morphed mind
accepts acquiescent
archenemy Nemesis
makes a menagerie
of
moving mirage
mystique guide
to
illusion oasis
reflecting radiant
from
cobalt cauldron
confined contentment
of
identity reverence
self-veneration
pretentious perspicacity
of
fake facsimile
invents Narcissus
as
secret switching
over to obsession
as
senseless specter
languishing listless
beneath
opaque stratum
of
arctic acuity
as
petrified essence
in
darkness frozen
A thick porcelain shroud in a diamond vial,
Dabbing conceals the bruised moon beneath each socket,
A fine white mask stifles the shine,
Carving canyons to mimic where the pulse has retreated,
Brushing of a counterfeit fever upon the apples of the cheek,
Before a stroke of stardust illuminates the stifle,
Sweeping the lids with the velvet,
Ink the margins of gaze with a raven’s sharp intent,
Until the final petal of crimson seals the kiss,
The mirror reflects the tragedy of gravity claiming its heavy prize,
And beauty really is pain.
cloaked in a cover of kindness, my kindred conceals
conniving, colluding: their kiting of attacks
armored afar, yet still arduous against the arbiter
artful at-large he is, with his argumentative farce
mounting malice upon the mournfully mild or mundane,
masquerading as the meek and the moral
trust in the avenging nimbus, avowing its subsistence
my turn will come
book of secrets has a guardian eager and bright
ebony dragon conceals him every single night
vampires and ghouls are searching for his book hard
book of secrets is not worried, she has an amazing guard
Who knows why the waters never end, flowing deeply into running rivers and streams,
A constant current, unlike fleeting tastes, that fades with overindulgence and loss of their dreams,
Who knows what night conceals beneath its starry cloak?
When does the day surrender to the inky dark?
But words, like echoes, climb within and evoke,
Unforgettable memories, leaving their mark.
Who knows why time, with its relentless hand,
Fixes and sets all things in their rightful place?
Yet love remains a constant in this shifting land,
Seated within the heart, a steadfast embrace.
Woods burn away the shadows with a voice of light, softly playing on the shadows who reveal all that’s right ~ by poet
On a carpet of hope, the grass trembling
Gentling song of the woods, a silent murmur
Soft echoes of light playing on the branches
Feelings, like joy, writing hope into my spirit
When the wind blows, like a music who blesses
There is a prayer answered, praising in stillness
While grace pours out her lingering acceptance
And the wonders of ferns and laurel whistle,
Lingering on the night, dewy pearls of hope
Blessing every thought, as nature conceals
Shadows who easily bleed through the pines
And I let the past go, hearing only the twilight
You can’t fall off
the middle
Direction
yours to choose
Which way conceals
your downfall
Which way
awaits the Muse
The center offers
safety
Encircled
in the flow
Whose currents
hide a Siren
Enticing
— you below
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
With own notion a wallflower blooms inward
conceals conviction no one perceives
until loneliness contours my mind.
I dive into the depths of mother sea
she nurtures me, conceals me, delights me
two dolphins swim up and surround me
keeping me out of the great white’s sight
I am careful to not dangle my appendages near mother’s corals
they are deadly sharp, and blood would bring other sharks
I do a few loops and whorls, feeling at home, feeling mermaid-like
Never do I feel more alive than when I am the depths of an ocean
a school of fish swim past, they are too big to be krill
I think one winks at me; understanding my oneness with them
Returning to the surface for a breath is annoying to me
I never did that in my other life when I was an electric eel
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