Twinkle and shine my little star
Your birth heralded a new
Era in our humble abode
You shine so bright that
Darkness melts before you
Twinkle and shine my little star
For you are the light of the world
That can never be dimmed
Twinkle and shine my little star
You are the moon that
Cannot be covered by
The palm of the hand
You are a city on the hilltop
The cynosure of all eyes
You can do nothing else
But twinkle and shine all the way!
Feeling of mine towards you
Makes me utter word impromptu
Your cheerful smile is my heart pride
Leaving for a while
My body gets to fragile
The one whom by seeing I'm garbling
In nightmare I'm wondering
Your presence makes heart beat loudly
When I can enjoy with you jauntily
Eagerly waiting for your text
When I will hear your voice then I rest
Feeling of mine is real not fake
My heart want to make manifest
Consider my love, please confess
Fleeting time day and night
Every time you are running in mind
Opportunity to give kisses flying
When you will become mine ?
A SELFIE WITH ME
Good looks
I swear
I don't possess,
With a flower pot face I think
The creator had forgotten
To trim my zygomatic process.
Still I wonder why
Inside deep inside me
Like a young lover
A queasiness brews,
With some clicks
And self's mirror image
To be the cynosure
In social media news.
Is it only the game of gizmos
Like mobile phones
Front cameras and selfie sticks,
Or else self-love
Great admiration for oneself
Where narcissism licks.
Some even say Modi
The charismatic extrovert
Indian prime minister,
Narcissist because
A suit worth ten lakhs
Name engraved in gold he wore.
Tell me who is
Not a narcissist
In human species,
The latent exposed
With the advent of
Front cameras and selfie sticks.
For the dove and the good of all her love;
Life blood from pen-points paint out an halo.
Thy hallowedness, thy silvery rivers flow
into my flower box. My barn's sprouts live.
Winsome birds bed my head, nestle vainly,
for your soaring blisses make null kisses.
Blue baby I am, my heart throb lisses,
your blue blood on my blue book rhymes gaily.
Her smiler rosy and nesh jingles bells
and the lilies of Lilith are livid.
The blossoms bloom, and my soul kiss avid;
She slobbers winey honey in my dwells.
Her swells dispel spells, and I spell out laud;
words ward off unyoung, life to her young blood.
~ love without demand
the same each day, despite ALL ...
it means everything ~
:Cynosure:
—(I'm-So' Not-Sure-!WHAT/?-this-wordMeans")—
Cy=I
No=know
Sure=Sure
I know sure.
Sure know I.
Sure I know.
I know cynosure.
Sure I know.?
Cy No!
You do?
No Cy don't!
I am not sure what this word means...
Cy-No-Sure
I bet you are.
:Cynosure:
—(I'm-So' Not-Sure-!WHAT/?-this-wordMeans")—
(7-01-16)
Could you have ever thought that one day
You would come and stay with me without dad?
Not once did you let such a thought trespass your lifelong service.
Overwhelmed and blessed am I that you are with me, Mother!
Sad that our slotted time is coming close to an end. Your words like a conjurer's trick
Ushered into every drop of my heart. Mom, I'll always treasure and
Remember these days when you felt it was like a return to your parental home. It is
Eternal bliss that you wish your last breath to be in my arms! I want nothing more!
June 30, 2016
For Nayda Ivette Negron
Cynosure ( a person or thing that is the centre of attention or admiration )
You remember
I know you do;
all the shades of gold
captured in our hands--
that day when everything fit
the world perfect on its axis;
we stopped or so it seemed
its spin, sun, moon, and stars--
when brilliance stood still, waiting
for us to seal love's demand.
Not For Contest
A cynosure is he for me -
Night’s diamond beaming brilliantly;
The star I search for in the sky.
When seeing it, I have to sigh!
My emerald and red ruby -
A cynosure is he for me.
A pearl washed up from ocean’s floor
Now shining on a moonlit shore.
A sapphire’s sparkle in the sun;
Most beautiful and precious one!
A cynosure is he for me
Though to him - I’m nothing, sadly.
I long to gleam within his sight.
If I but had his dazzling light,
A cynosure for him I’d be!
A cynosure is he for me.
Written June 25, 2016
for the Cynosure Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
Cynosure my name,
Pleasure my game.
I wrote this song in 1965
If only I could share it,
I would laugh the pants off of you.
It's about a pair of shoes.
Clib-idy clap, clib-idy-clap
don't mess with my blue suede shoes.
Mama Come home.
So wait for me my love,
oh darling,
you just got to wait for me.
Smile an everlasting smile,
a smile can bring you near to me.
Celia! I am begging you please,
ple -eease to come home.
And I can go on and on
and how I brought you home.
© Al. Juman The "said" Poet 6/24/2016
Could I really be your one and only true love,
Your most important person around?
Never needing anyone else in your life,
Obsessing as though you’re spell bound.
Spell bound with my wit and my beauty,
Utilizing my pure perfection.
Run away with me, now, forever more,
Embodiment of my mirrored reflection.
Acrostic rhyme for the Cynosure contest.
CYNOSURE
Azure sky turns turquoise at night.
Sure to spot North Star dazzling bright.
Cynosure: ‘Polaris’ points North right.
Assure the direction with clear sight.
Once Polaris guided travelers at night.
Cynosure holds peace, patience and plight.
Endure griefs, ensure hope, Polaris is upright.
Cynosure glows to chase terror and fright.
Your eyes glisten like Cynosure in delight.
04/24/16
Cynosure
Not so sure cynosure
surrounded by an
entourage of well paid
admirers.
Circus whore
performing tricks
for those who
worship costumed
beauty.
Underscored cynosure
frail ego’s faults
magnified
on stadium screens,
lip syncing a
voiceless lie.
Dinosaur cynosure
too soon afraid
of ageing
too late to savor
youth.
6/23/2016
submitted to – Cynosure – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron
Her confidence stilled us as she sailed through the air;
The grace of a gazelle, with the wind in her hair.
Our little ballerina, the cynosure of our eyes,
Breaking dawn, to an illustrious sunrise.
Ten times one, her young tender age,
An ageless wonder on life's center stage.
Choreography was stunning, although second best;
In our minds, we knew, we'd been truly blessed.
She danced all that evening in glorious array;
Shining like the stars in Heaven's bouquet.
The light of our eyes, the love of our hearts;
An endless performance, forever in our thoughts.
special smile or spoor
nor a shiny silver spoon
ordinary man
friends and loves now surround him
so resplendent in the shroud
Written 06/22/2016
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