Rain, blessing away the past
Rushing beads, a gentle song
Laughing at skies, overcast
Almost a prayer, spoken
Lips who have prayed all along
Whispers to a heart, broken
Stirring the spirit, in waves
Clouds floating by, is it wrong?
Flowing over the lost graves
Winds caress the trees, blowing
Leaves swaying, so brave and strong
Night kisses streams who’re flowing
Echoes on edge of starlight
Drizzling showers who belong
Drifting on the still of night
Jewels like light, hearts who know
Heaven has healed by birdsong
Timeless notes of joy, so slow
Erasing the host of dust
Fallen on those so headstrong
This rainfall blesses the just
Silent nights beneath sprinkles
Gentle tears, faith to prolong
As souls feel high, eye twinkles
With music from the rain’s tune
Singing praise all the daylong
Not so dire as a monsoon
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Unsatiable an ode to my harmony
quenching mundane in simplicity
light and shadow overshadowing forecasters to me
lighthearted, unmindful, a gentle breeze in subtlety
Daylong awaits I long alone lingering only for a chime
Whence omniscience harbinger of altruism
reasons to be
pristine in me
until then pulcher bits and beauty flying over the mundane me
yonder to ponder a journey due for the impeccable time in glum and glee
A splendor, a dew, a timelessness early droplet, an everlasting cosmology
in my patsy to see, to be, to sing in harmony!
Composition : 1912
Place : Shilaidaha
Indulging in a flirting spree
Succubi demons within me!
I self- admire all daylong,
Humbly hum a seductive song,
To me my gorgeous bits belong!
As I gaze on me from above,
I blush with glee at my true love:
My biceps worthy of Greek myth,
My charming smile - the perfect pith,
No one I’d rather coddle with!
I believe beauty lies within!
It’s one-on-one, therefore win win!
I shall confess if you insist -
I’m an intrinsic narcissist,
I bet on me, you get the gist.
As over my visage I drool -
Head over heels! Dead in the pool.
New York City and much of the East Coast experience a major snowstorm
Nature’s artistical show
Paints everything white
Palette is that of a snow
Totally children’s delight
No more trains or cars
Snow plasters the panes
No one is walking, bizarre
No one is flying the planes
Suddenly, home is the place
Job with remote’s the key
Fluttering heavenly grace
Boundless colorless sea
Beauty forever is cold
Virgin, daylong, is the snow
Gifts of dilemma, behold
Shovels, lockdowns and tow
February 23, 2026
Her smile looked like a lily’s daylong grace
That hinted of her heart ever at home,
Her face early spring’s pleasant warmth did trace,
Her smile joining the heart, me to welcome
And stayed put all the time I was with her--
A welcome guest fit to get warm sunshine
That melted my reserve to modest bare,
Not just polite manners, she looked genuine--
After a spell of rains as is sunrise,
And so all things the same as ere remained,
The same old smile, the same inviting eyes,
Notso gave me hints of impending rain,
Of her restrain, swift change as weathers do,
Was she a mere kind heart? I’ve not a clue.
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Sonnet | 01.01.2012 | change, kind heart, love, weather
Note: When plain good manners perhaps were mistaken for love, or something that she was unable to share with me, this sonnet laments.
At dusk when my shadows quit me,
That’s when hundred arrows hit me.
So far some faceless folks fooled me,
My own close to heart now cheat me.
A feeling heart hails thee, my friend,
Come heart to heart, why audit me?
Come, pry unto my nightlong dreams,
Thence, for what I say credit me.
Dawn dawns, if dream deprived I wake,
Daylong your reveries greet me.
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Ghazal |18.07.2025| dream, passion, sleep,
I picture mind as an immense seaside,
Thoughts as random waves soon to fade away
As does a rising and receding tide,
Like weeds, what they leave survive welcome stay.
At times there endures sepulchral silence
That looks a soul-less stage flooded with blight,
A rain-washed seashore in deep penitence,
Deserted, and robbed of daylong delight.
And yet, should mind a dancer be on stage,
Real I the Self, a witness, dumb and deaf--
All knowing, still a deadbeat silent sage
For whom faith’s spelt with a capital F,
Ego directs, mind a dancer on stage,
And life’s drama unfolding, page by page.
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Sonnet (musings) | 04.01.2011 | Self/soul
The rye mustard field, glowing with a morning diva, faded in colors within afternoon
The river runs just beside ;
“O reverie! What shall the song be in the chanting verse, unsung in me and thee!”
The branches of the oak tree , trace upon chest of yours, whence
The tree shade adores you in blue
Patsy sounds in farther and farther a try, follow through
These for having an echo in those stalking sounds, whence together , sounds cry
Was there ever a river meandering nearby?
“O reverie! What shall the song be in the chanting verse, unsung in me and thee!”
You , my soulmate, a fall to befall in shape, mine to undermine
The farther I run away to shy - you trace me back there with your toddler efforts to intertwine
I hear your foamy shore, sounds of me with my child, daylong, a silly whim to be around awhile
Enchantance overflowing with eloquence (seemingly so)
Eloquence and ongoing eloquence never a bit tiresome
This very river
A flock of fishes rainbow colors on the river chest
The herd of flamingo , white lilies the remotest oasis around the deepest river basin
Men did not intervene, as these, are never to be seen.
Turn to me, ohh ! Little ONE
Turn to me,
If loving you is a crime
So let US be the murderS that killed time In just a matter of seconds.
you whom i would behold till the dawn of time!
Allow me to languish in your beauty unseen,
let me alone bath in your impurities,
and be filled by your glorious scent,
Feed me with all that there is,
the forbidden fruit of passion,
the mixture of bitter, sour and sweet,
The deity that you are! from whence love floweth,
a wonder to be beholden, a prophecy to be foretold and a danger to be warned of!
How can man survive your absence?and what more of your presence!
Night long, daylong, you are thought of,
seconds are but a day's journey in my thoughts,
@H2O
Oh "the silent song of the sighing breeze"_
and melody of the birds chirping song,
the gentle swaying of the forest's trees;
sounds that mingle and twine . . . the whole daylong !
I come upon some wildflowers growing,
fragile blooms in yellow, purple and blue;
all the while that sighing breeze is blowing,
sighing, sighing- though still fragile . . . begin life new !
So, let go of the past sorrow and grief,
embrace the beauty of nature for peace;
let emotions fall like a tree's dead leaf,
the treasure you find . . . is God's great masterpiece !
Almost evening.
The smell of seaweed hanging
on whispers coming up from the beach.
I sit in the backyard, rearranging thoughts,
trying to fit shapes into what's missing
in that vast mosaic I have been piecing
together all my life. The last blush
of the sun fading from the sky, the day
dimming like a picture theater
before the film begins.
I think of the Alberton Odeon matinees,
back stall seats on Saturday afternoons
with wall to wall westerns galloping across
childhood to deafening cheers and stamping feet.
From Hoppalong to Roy, a generation
breathed the smoke from six shooters
blasting out in the black and white world
of cowboys and trusty steeds.
Heroes stood out for their good deeds,
the bad deserving of the bullet
that always found their evil hearts
without the spill of blood. Death was clean,
no more than a crumpled fall,
hands clutching an invisible wound.
The gore was kept off screen. Boyhood
backyards became extensions of motion
picture sets.
I come back. Shadows have swelled
into a thick dark. Awoken from their
daylong sleep, mosquitoes circle my head
like thought clouds in search of blood.
Enter the pack
With a slap to the back
To the heart of a commonplace place
Leave the charade
Of your daylong crusade
Here’s the end of the common man’s race
Belly the bar!
You won’t have to look far
For the whistle-whet bright hospitality
Of the bonding of men
As they gather again
To the tipping of top fermentality
When it’s time to go home
You won’t go home alone
For the spirits will fall in behind you
To put you to bed
With a knock on the head …
As the morning will amply remind you!
A direct sequel to my poem, Abeyance. Linked at the end
Danna O Menel Palan-Diriel
(Fall From Heaven Gazing Far)
My tattered wings are gone,
And falling from their gaze,
I listen to the skies;
Ablaze without a glow.
Instead of promise brought,
Or holy message sought,
They speak my tarnished name.
Oh, eyes of starry night,
What do you want with me?
Alight in darkest flames,
The stars unveil their love,
Through scorching skies above.
But gladden days are naught;
My drive is failing now.
And though it hurt me so,
My vows have saved their souls;
I couldn’t save my own.
I cannot now atone.
Oh, eyes of starry night,
My weapon is a song,
A broken melody,
Daylong in whispered length,
But shattered is my lyre;
Extinguished soul-fire.
And falling through the air
Ablaze with holy flame,
With broken song in hand,
My name you speak again,
Though I have failed to save
Myself- to grind, a slave.
I relish in the pain,
For me, you have forgave.
Abeyance: https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/abeyance_1435733
Thankful Hearts
For all blessings God gave to you and me
Be ever thankful for all that we see . . . . . . .
Glorious blue sky and sun shining bright
Clouds drifting by, fluffy carpets of white
Moon the illuminating cosmic eye
Surrounded by diamond star strewn sky.
Rise and fall of oceanic motion
Astounding scene of waves in commotion
Sea life creatures, some that have not been seen
That’ve role play in ocean aquamarine.
Stupendous flowers and magical trees
Fruit of vineyards and sweet honey from bees
The fields of gold where the barley grain grows
All the nourishment that the earth bestows.
The array of animals in the wild
Domestic pets loved as would be a child
Statuesque horses for mankind to ride
Sheep and cattle gracing the countryside.
Birdsong all daylong in sweet melody
Flying o’er the breeze so elegantly
Every sunrise and glorious sunset
Painted by an artist who's of the best.
There’s so much to be thankful to God for
Thank Him for everything for evermore.
24th November 2021
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