As with all things it began small,
As a whisper, a glint, a glimmer
A distant chickadee giving voice
To a sun that rose ever silently
And a morn that seemed ever,
And ever more promising of wonder
Fleeting westward the veil’d stars
And rolling thunder
Dappling tears
That shed their gladness
The growing light abate the fears
Wrought, the wet groaning night.
And it seemed a slow standing ovation
A clatter of chirps, cars and school children
Beginning their ritual’d day
A smattering of clouds forming and deforming
As the orchestra began to play
And my window became a ringing call
Beckoning me to my door,
To turn the knob that had secured me before
Symbolizing a threshold—of a freedom
That lay beyond—
And more.
It’s not magic, though absolutely true
one image torn, two visions accrue
not a triptych, but someone new
a third party twists the view
deforming what he knew
came out of the blue
but why, but who?
a dear John
Billet
doux
Looking hard too close
reality frays, unravels—
its seams loosening
jarring certainty open
imagination pours in.
Reality stays
sharp only when unchallenged
The moment you ask—
its borders smear and soften
its lines are smudged by your hands
Edges hard and sharp—
dim, drift, and start dissolving
with a close-up stare
inviting luck, risk, doubt, chance
to sway and reshape the view.
At the fuzzy edge
even time begins to shake—
fixed truths shudder free
all that is solid quivers
in the mirage deforming.
Relentless desire
makes things fall apart and bleed
with your inner want—
casting phantom shapes that stir
over the stark truth revealed.
The time I got from eternity made me a part of you,
as my desire flared like the blazing galaxy of the cosmos,
I was keen to see the day my dreams would come true,
when your love will pull me though the void of oneness.
The sense of yearning came in the zero hour of awakening,
soaring on the dreaming wings of the silenced time,
stalled in my sky where you glided like a consumed star,
its catching cadence created a surreal symphony in my heart.
The rhythm of celestial music harmonized with my essence,
where the ethereal emotions sank in the space of rhapsody
that wrapped you and me, blending us together forever,
consecrated the concept of capturing craving called love.
At the acme of surreal desire of magnetic longing,
the private space between us imploded to nothingness.
Our fused souls then turned into oblivious singularity,
suspended in the deep space of invisible obscurity.
As your captivating allure sucked my psyche within you,
bending my self-control and deforming my sense of time,
I gravitated with my stellar passion at fervent horizon of fusion,
lost myself within your infinite depth of black hole love.
bondage to form
desires storm heart
deforming soul
Life was fast, life was running
People acted ignorant and cunning
Fast paced life now stopped running
Surprised by this power of the life turning
Human’s power doesn’t rule as we all think
We encounter many planks which might have to sink
We are just here as long as we can blink
Let’s expand our hearts before it gets shrink
Pride, power and misery made human fully blind
Deforming important aspects, being a selfish mind
Hopefully realizing the truth which was hard to find
Being yourself a lovely human is the ultimate value of all mankind
He was reclining cold and motionless
Silence reigned as it signalled a torment
I prostrated and remained quiet, wordless
My mother's elegy evoked lament.
As the days passed, he started deforming
Lifeless body lay hardened but mounted,
To the neighbours gathered, went informing
Of the subtlety of very life, bewitched.
Kinsfolk followed you till crematorium
With prayers of praise in warm condolence
Soul shall find solace with honorarium
Through your religious deeds in governance
As the bodily disappearance calls,
Just flash of fiery ignition that brawls.
©?????Khachab Dorji????
Boulders,
split wide open,
with rounded river-shaped edges,
greet the rain,
their rushing Creator,
everyday re-creating
Fossils
witnessing time's solidarity
between flowing rivers
and boldly shaped
deforming compassion
for lowest sedated intent,
immortal purposes of flow
yet majestically Progenitive
Transparently vulnerable icons,
open seasons of geologically irrational
time invested
in transporting communion
Like a flowing poem,
a rain-drenched story
voicing well-told resonance
Yet compassion longs to understand
why this structure
and our causal flow
have not only found each other
but have remained together
to this recreating end.
Like river rocks and rain,
perhaps we have no knowable choice
other than acclimating time's solidarity
of righteous flow and unliberated shape,
spirit representing nature,
relationship suggesting dynamic autonomy becoming
interdependence unveiling healthy equity
wisdom seeking formed understanding
rain shaped river rocks.
Our Earth has been hot...
Our Earth has been cold...
Through times that were not
By humans controlled.
Cooling and Warming...
Nature transforming?
Earthlings deforming?
Sandra M. Haight
I am very pleased to be able to present
our sixth collaboration, with my great friend
and very talented poet, Lawrence Sharp.
Always a true honor for me to be able to
collaborate with such a friend and very
talented artist.
A Shadow Emerges
As its light was shining bright
a dark shadow crossed the scene,
a curse in the day and night
vile-blood spilled from splintered spleen.
Sickness invades absent mind
doubts attack with no reprieve,
thoughts invade,darkest kind,
Hell acts fast, we must believe.
Shadow has taken its form
light's splendor, it now deforms
Darkness, deforming the light,
casts and forms the shadow’s might.
Having snuffed the shining light,
darkest shadow claimed the scene,
it no longer stood in sight,
for it was all, all unseen.
Scourge of Disease only ends
when death ascends to its throne,
now the form contorts and bends,
final chill darkens the bone.
Robert J. Lindley and Lawrence Sharp
collaboration
I am very pleased to be able to present
a sixth collaboration with great friend and poet,
Robert Lindley, who is well known to you all
for his magnificent epic masterpieces.
Our latest collaboration is marked by
an unexpected brevity that has, I believe,
pleased us both in its pointed execution.
I am proud to continue to write
with such a fine collaborator.
A Shadow Emerges
A collaboration with Robert Lindley
6th February 2019
As its light was shining bright
a dark shadow crossed the scene,
a curse in the day and night
vile-blood spilled from its splintered spleen.
Sickness invades absent mind
doubts attack with no reprieve,
thoughts invade,darkest kind,
Hell acts fast, we must believe.
Shadow has taken its form
light's splendor, it now deforms
Darkness, deforming the light,
casts and forms the shadow’s might.
Having snuffed the shining light,
darkest shadow claimed the scene,
it no longer stood in sight,
for it was all, all unseen.
Scourge of Disease only ends
when death ascends to its throne,
now the form contorts and bends,
final chill darkens the bone.
A true Irish man with proper values cut from the cloth
not like those white elephants whom deforming the truth
Have made a mockery out of basic humane rights
and anyone with a morally stable brain or an ounce of wit
knows the faces of traitors claiming the harp and green
without a backbone to hold our flag up properly
freedom calls where our peace has been removed
replaced by a death sentence
With the drooping sunshine,
So we fly.
Waving to the burning hills,
Do we say goodbye?
Deforming clouds encompasses the horizons,
Reforming itself to strange compositions.
So grotesque is the sight of freezing moon,
a spell it spreads, spreads with magnifications.
The dying light spreads an enigma away so high,
It peeks through the dark clouds, as we pass by.
The trauma passes away,
waving at us with a loud sigh.
Like eagles, we watch the dance of the ocean,
Mesmerised in music,
Of falling sky.
beaming bleached grins of ivory predation
touching the tip of the steel heart severing love
eyeless lipless and formless feeling all life
forms wrinkled impulses warring like sexes
seeking paradise in the white exhalation of death
expanding minutes into eons of shadows feeding
cells populating the flesh of living loaves rising
being passed from mouth to grave nourishing reflections
deforming the scroll of experience scrawling live evil
…the wedded heretic
…time makes the law tick
…twitches of revolution stagnate
…in bacteria infested charters
seek the door—wider than the sky—hallowed candles sing darkened dreams…
Greek fornicators plunder Christ’s scream
within the gray clouds of Golgotha
sail the trembling ghosts…
So long old mountain
You are in the rear view mirror of my forgotten
For so long my foundation,
My future determination refuses to look back
At your crumbling avalanche
I’m now fatigued
Your roots are my withered memory
And your shelter is fatigued
Retired for another age in history
Your grey once so reassuring like a silver lining
So peculiar in your deforming
Into this calming treeless avenue
To the only father figure I ever knew
The sun will dry my bareback
Into a tough bark
The moon will pull my tired mind in
With the tide every night
With each nightmare it brings
True,
I will miss your cold pose the most
The years have made you such a warm host
Smart,
How you wear your icecap in summer
And how you wear that blanket of cloud
Throughout the winter when I shiver
But just before reaching the summit, I always seemed to stop
Your imposing figure made it harder to climb to the top
I have relished this motivation with a cherished devotion
At the thought of conquering you
At the unnatural disturbances this may do
So keep your highest pick
I shall now rest easy beneath your feet
And gracefully accept my defeat
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