In the Twilight raimant so blue
With every beat of your heart
Moves side winds, choose, sides,
with a dark maligned tune
a symphony of passion that will not be denied
chorus of whispers, secrets spiderly bite loom,
Notes ghouls of longing,
whispered through fingertips' glide,
Forever entwined, rise and fall,
melting into the melodies of heart stall
that crawls in a pit to fall through
With lips locked in breathtaking embrace,
our souls unite in Hell from the
clock of a hard chase
a tale ripped apart...
caressing secrets, where fantasies abide, nude
passions dance in shadows, at Night,
where secrets cannot hide to
In the Twilight raimant so blue
With every beat of your heart
Moves side winds, choose, sides,
of a dark maligned tune
Whose designs,
who tides a moons declination
to a different incline !
Whose moves sidelines storm-bringing winds,
degrees of separation
yet creeps the tears, of pestilence
remains to remain to tear us apart
with selfish arrogance, frustration
In the Twilight raimant so blue
With every beat of your heart
Moves side winds, choose, sides,
of a dark maligned tune
Haiku
quite is the flat
no children calling you dad
your heart is aching
sadness is oppressive
no song can quell declination
your heart is aching
perhaps a small child
calls your name from far away
your son unbeknown.
Before my breath touches the morning air,
My thoughts in taciturnity upon suppression of solitudes…
Inhibition initiates interdiction within the hibernal hollow,
Where time a frozen fortress amidst the saturninity still.
The covertness of oblivions obedient in their absolution,
Daunting dorms of doldrums debilitate in their debacle…
Where the vaporous voids echo in their virginal vacuums,
The muted madness mandates the asphyxiated air.
Segregated silent sorrows suffice within my chaotic cage.
Where ignorance incubates immoral idols imposing…
The hellion hordes encroach the silent sentinels standing,
The laconism within my heart erupts with forbidden fury.
The silence sings with thunder as a tear touch’s the ground,
My empty eternal eyes dormant amongst horizons hid…
My mind in a decadent declination before walls of illusions,
And thus before a wounded wake, I am trapped in tangled time.
June.23.2020
Reflection in Silence
Sponsored by~ Silent One
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
I only tell of sunny hours...
orange light upon the flowers.
In morning mist, the light I kiss;
Crunching numbers I persist.
Each hour of the turning Earth;
another offspring, I see birthed.
Though for granted, they take me;
I daily help them plan their days;
as I bask in sunlight’s rays.
My gnomon’s style casts shadow, wide;
revealing hour of day’s, my pride
My dial plate’s sporting curves and lines;
show latitude and longitude; hey, that rhymes!
You’ll see me in a garden path;
I’ll be there daily, doing math.
My declination lines will tell,
what day it is though, I ring no knell.
2-1-19
For:“Sundial Wisdom Poetry Contest”
sponsored by: Julia Ward
Let’s move with vigorous vigour and sway our hands
and dance with the bands.
Let’s stretch our muscles.
As the world puzzles.
Hear! It speaks aloud,
spiralling and descending from the distraught clouds.
My lungs bellow with forced breath,
unafraid of collapsing to death.
Feel the trees sway in anticipation
and see the fruits drop in decorative declination.
Dusts rise in borrowed bodies
and Aves tweets with their buddies.
We’re loners but not alone.
See! The trees watch!
The mosquitoes move in our rhythm;
looking to probe into permeable dermis.
Listen to our muscles!
See it rise and wane to the pulsating rhythm
A symbolism of our worth,
a sacrifice to the North.
A dance with the winds,
Gratifying the atonement of our sins
Declination end of the last circle lap
January starts a new journey from last to current
Flow full of ups and downs in inner within
Celestial solar neighborly friends
One at the end the other is a start on time
Elevation of man
Declination of old fears
Your growth begins now
Growth, your pedestal knows well
For by day, your knowledge gains
And so to, does your name
As the tie, many may wear
Though the title, you have earned
In every endeavor, you have shone
A witness to your crowning, I stood
To scream my heart, I wished
Though my composure, I maintained
Your moment, I let reign
But my praises, I did not restrain
As a leader, was chosen to lead
Envy, there was none
My declination, I made clear
Though your position, I respect still
For to see an enemy, pain would overwhelm
But to see you, was a blessing wearing no disguise
Your excel, is poetry to my eyes
My words, may possess little when I speak
Though in my writings, none is left undeciphered
For before your step has been taken, my applause is ready in wait
As your abilities, bring forth no doubt
Your supporter, I will never revolt
In the background, my cheers will sound
Terse inert verse,
unnerving diction
of repetitious diabolic
deeds of man.
Malice borne of
selfishness, putrid
thoughts take own
center stage.
No revelation can
deviate the heinous
crimes that continue
to reincarnate.
Atrocious taste and
grievous faults shall
continue to multiply
expeditiously.
Declination of society
and man seems to
be inevitable, a
foregone conclusion.
26th June, 2012 (c)
a Reach
towards Regret,
so Redundant.
never Relieves
the emptiness,
only Reveals
the loneliness.
desperation
overrules Reason.
declination
inhibits Recovery.