You and I will never tangle????
Look at things from a different angle??
This silence is not something I can handle??????
All you did was strangle??????
I can’t leave because of a petty scandle??????????
My feelings are deep????
Not just something you can take and dandle??????
The end of this tunnel is dark help me light this candle ????????
-Prince Jadson Dargbeh????????
Bird-song returns.
The lingering dead sweep their ghost
under a softening earth.
A Carolina Wren jabs and hops
in a small ring of pale sunlight
ready to fight a hawk
if one may dare.
In the back of a cold season
the wind dresses scarecrows
with dust free feathers.
Flags shake off the chilled
dandle of winters breath.
Ice scabs peel from sod and mulch.
One inaugural leaf
invites a green legend.
Soon becomes
tomorrows sun-dried wings.
Black girls mollycoddle,
dandle cranky babies;
some cradled on arm and hip,
some hustled along
on low-riding wheels.
Brown men lounge outside bodega’s,
some soft-soap, play imaginary guitars,
some flash smiles at the slackening sun,
dare it to glitz elsewhere.
White girls sit on the steep stoops
bare knees out and breezing,
smoke with dreamy eyes,
pass comments that time-bomb tick.
From high wires
pigeons rubberneck like parakeets.
Thin city winds dodge washing lines.
Blouses and dresses
grip their hamstrung trapezes.
Black backyard mechanics
lean over engine blocks,
imagine curvy garbs air-dancing,
blown outward from street grates
slow billowed from vents.
The brownstones take a knee,
sweat breaks over rooftops.
A scurry of hands snatch
rumbling city transports
that beep ways to late shifts.
Those that ply less punched-out trades
slip into hankering gaps,
alleys, half-way loitering’s
that flicker into sight
juiced by the scatter and clatter
of pigeon wings.
you and I will never tangle
look at things from a different angle
this break up is not something I can handle
all you did was strangle
I cant leave because of a petty scandal
My feelings are deep
not just something you can take and dandle
the end of this tunnel is dark help me light this candle
The doves arrive, gentle creatures
heads bobbing as they walk,
plucking stray seeds blown free across the ground.
Paired matches, clutching together
in the softly shadowed rays
of early morning sun to welcome the day.
Peerless counterparts, solitary and alone
scanning the demarcation zones
marked and policed by energetic squirrels.
Boundaries are set, locked in place
periphery margins of time and space
held orderly by the season.
Winter, spring, majestic intertwined interludes
painted purple, black, blue, creamy orange
by intermittent cold and warmth rising and falling.
Signs of the time, forewarning harbingers
of time cycled in conscientious discreteness
dandle acclimation to greet the age of change.
The doves come, peering through the gleam
of light and its reflected mirrored surfaces
long methodic glances at the systematic march of time.
Oh my dear pal you are just like moon
You wait my dear I must call you soon.
Little light calm time is sparking night,
Oh my dear pal moon you are joy bright.
Fight we do not more I love you darling,
Up above the capital sky you are starling.
Singing you are calling you are I do know
Snow has reflected moon, in love I glow.
I am melting much more soon you do feel
I have forgiven all your mistakes I do seal.
In absence of your mother I play her role,
A true friend is just like mom feels whole.
Come on my palms dear come in my hug,
I must fondle I must dandle in a love jug.
Singer I am of affection you are a singer,
Stranger I may be I am love bliss bringer.
Ringer you can never be as I play drum,
Please call urgent message you send sum
I get your message you call me dear moon,
Praying God for you I must call you soon.
© Pintu Mahakul, 15 October 2016. All rights reserved
I saw you alone with her in silence,
gaping…there’s not much more I can handle.
You were the one I’d go to for guidance,
but for now I’ll just blow out the candle.
A blaze we shared under constellations,
flames of romance; be still my beating fears.
So intense we died in consummation,
but the breeze came along and brought me tears.
I needed you…like the air in my lungs,
you needed freedom from my restless heart.
Our hot flare left leaving ashes that stung,
but the wind blustered, our torch did depart.
Wax melted before we got to dandle,
so for now I’ll just blow out the candle.
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Idiom: "Blow Out The Candle"
To me this means the loss of romance; a fire of love burned out
Date Written: July 21, 2016
Every heart is a part of light,
Every soul is alive.
Heart discloses for the first sight,
Soul shows us a true smile.
Thoughts, feelings and emotions-
Our guides in world’s cobweb,
Every day we do some options
And sometimes we tame some crab.
Every moment of life has his own charm,
Even if we make some mistakes,
Because we have enough time
To correct our days.
Our life is like a wind,
Which has a magical force
And it disappears in a moment,
We won’t find him, of course.
Our life is like a candle
With bright attracting fire.
She likes us to dandle
And sometimes she throws us in destructive fire.
She is like a morning fresh rose:
Gentle, fragrant, exciting.
But we dare to suppose
She can be prickly and biting.
And she is like a cloudy sky.
It forces all to admire:
Her majestic, infinite, shy,
Her strong and unfading power.
O mother, take me there, where I find the gratifying grace,
Take me there, where I dwell in bliss,
Take me there, where I ramble in rapturous joy,
Take me to that miraculous planet and nurture me,
O mother, take me there, where I find the tantalizing nothingness,
Take me there, in to the surrealistic world and let me ponder over the nature’s allegories,
Take me to this exuberant excursion,
O mother, I have become claustrophobic, I cannot live in this enclosed space,
Take me to the infinity where I have no confinity,
Take me through the valleys of sunshine and glory,
O mother, Let me live the eternal love,
Let me smell the soil,
Let me hear the choirs of sea,
Let me be an epicurean,
Let me squelch and tread on the planet,
Let me see the picturesque of nature,
Let me lay my body on the roots of heaven,
Let me dandle on your knees,
Let me construe the dappled sky,
Let me live and leave,
O mother, instigate your benign impulsion,
I long to see you and the world,
I want to be resurrected,
O mother, I loved you before I knew, I believed in you before I knew.
Free Time
It is time for free.
Let us ramble and play,
And visit the lovely birds.
Look! They are active and free,
And glean crops from corn fields.
Then have bath in cool boon,
And take nap on boughs at noon.
Look! They are neat and gay,
And greet rovers on limbs sway,
And sing all the day.
It is a moment for glee.
Let us roam by streams in green-lands,
To enjoy our time with gentle bland,
And rustle of dancing leaves,
And babble of leaping weaves,
When they dandle the banks' caves,
And dabble the dapper geese,
Who came from distant land,
To spend their free time
The sky is blue with music beats
The stars are smiling in the east
The moon is tangoing with me
And the trees are waving their leaves
The lilies are swaying in the wind
The birds are flapping their wings
The sun is standing still
For the birth of a unique Prince
The duck is cooing a coo
The drum is booming with boom
The bell is jingling melody tunes
For the dancing shoe in jolly mood
Every teeth is stable, dappled with babble
To dandle and staple the victuals rounding the table
No squabbles to dabble or dangle
This fable is not a parable to scrabble
The world is now at ease
In my mother’s little arm with peace,
That is crooning a lullaby
For her newborn baby
Now that a diamond is in the sky
My mother is no longer shy
She could join the laughter of the night
For the birth of a new life
I’m a newborn baby today
Starting life afresh, again
The smiles on a baby’s face anyway
Is an anthem, enough for a happy birthday.
HURRAY!
**ABC FUN**
Funny vs' Rude~~
agrestic bugaboo creeps, dandle
'each-
other', footle gleeking,
happy, izzat...jillick, kibitz, ludic,
maffick, nothosonomia,
osculating, proudly, quizzing, riant,
squabash,
to unstable void, whelm, Xanthippe,
yodle, zingy.
*
Dark Death~~
aphotic burnt cardinal debris
everywhere, flammeous,
growing haematic, igniting,
jeopardizing, killing, lava,
madness, numb, 'Oppositional-
Defiant',
pulse, quantity,
rage, staged, tempered, under,
virescent, watch, ***, yield, zero.
*
Dream a little Dream~~
Accelerator, beating, captivating
dreaming, eruption,
fingerprints, ghost haunting,
invading,
journey,
'keebler-keeper', labyrinth, magic,
nightmare, odyssey,
path, quarantine, rainbows, snakes,
'tossing&turnning',
unconsciously, vertigo,
'wakening2wetness', x-rated,
yawning,
zoomed.
*
Dedicated and inspired by; Yasmin
Khan
By;pd
Sounds to me, that you see
Whats beyond, and whats to be
Why don't you take my hand
and show me the land,
of the golden sands.
Where the minds flee,
and the hearts meet.
Where the sun sets into the ocean slow,
and comes out at dark with a shiny blue glow.
The beaches are made of golden sands,
and they are as long as you could ever glance.
A calm soothing tune plays from the depth of the jungle,
and people do nothing all day but make love and dandle.
oh take me there please, I have no where to go
oh take me there please, I have no where left to go
There is no hope there, there is no despair
Only joy and love, fill the air
Molly coddle,
Life's a doddle;
Pander,pamper,
Baby,pet
Spoil, then cosset.
Shelter,shield
And thoughts conceal;
Handle,dandle
Chaperone and guard,
Destroying common-sense.
Send to you a deluded music tune.
Put your soul flying to that.
Tonight's sky with a little unstable shower.
Missed much the very far voice.
There're very cold and freezed.
Sweet music tune instead of night rain.
Raindrums're silent falling soft.
Light breeze shakes just by time.
Dandle you to have a good sleep in full.
Sleep,a best sweet one,
in my breath,there's small lover.
Tomorrow,dawn does not yet walk up.
Only time,please relisten.
This echo resound forever.
Sun radiation'll break off a fog curtain,
will you still always miss night's deluded music tune????
Hien Q.Le
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