Surging storm swarms in the shattered sky,
traces tormenting terror in frantic air flowing by.
The whispering wind of joy knows not why
it should face the ruthless turbulence of despair nigh.
Afflicting anger in the spiteful mind flares up high,
smolders the sullen life to make extant ember fly.
The anguished ashes drift away, failing to find nearby
the solace of benign hope, the heart doesn’t comply.
Harrowing haze clutches the hidden horizon to mystify,
spreading the shroud of gloom in the ambiance awry.
Away from the veiled sun the charcoal clouds glide sly,
hoping from dark a bright day will appear, they’ll descry.
Seething sorrow makes marooned mind to silently sigh,
permeates pain in heart plunged in misery by and by.
Agony rescinds as divine touch illumines the soul to rely,
in blessed life’s sanctum sedate hope weaves bliss to lie.
How we, as shop windows
Do present ourselves
You only, down any street
Need this but descry
Out each passer by:
Appreciably, what as gleams
For sweet fruit, a face.
Or less so (though not to some!)
A piece of chunky
Beef, alike juicy.
You are what's so seem
In my forbidden dream
Gentler and splendor in you
A cloud fluffing in stretching hue
Hunger forgets it's sorrow
In an earliest sweet-morrow
I hearken melody in hushing sepulchre-
Your grin in laurel blossoms of ochre
I see no luna,in tenebrous sky-
But In your,in your kosmos eye
Strewed the lycaenids upon the swelling dell
For descry of you,my mere Danielle
Might envy; the resentful angel above
You are the all,the laudable in all love
While I misstep in chasm of your stare
O' I arouse before sunshine in morns fair
Now I missed what's so seem
In my forbidden dream
My lady,the sweven lady
She entrapped me to this malady
Thro' the naked lady,she appear
Came nigher mine sweven dear-
The apple blossom blooms in May:
that's when I first said, with a sigh,
"I love you, but I don't know why."
Each seed its season, dog its day,
the law of life from up on high.
The apple blossom blooms in May.
I know you'd thank me not to say,
with trembling hand and burning eye,
"I love you," - but I don't know why.
Though Spring is now a year away,
I long to see those long months fly,
till apple blossom blooms in May.
I can't say why I feel this way,
no reason see, or sense descry:
I love you, but I don't know why.
I don't know why the petals fly,
or why, though it's ordained to die,
the apple blossom blooms in May.
I love you, but I don't know why.
His future was assured. I’ll tell you why.
His father owned “Repairs and Parts Supply”.
Though only twelve, already Markie could
your median income at a glance descry
and whistle as he raised your engine’s hood.
With me, he mastered nothing. Didn’t try.
What need had he for Treaties of Versailles?
Before he came to school he’d greet the crew
he knew he would inherit, by and by,
and sell a solenoid – or maybe two.
My classroom, in those days, happened to lie
across the schoolyard. Out of habit, I
arrived before the others. There I’d sit
completely unobserved by prying eye,
and grade some papers, daydream how to quit.
Young Markie would approach me on the sly,
just me and him, alone at Fleetwood High:
his head appeared around my door to shout
(it never varied – what a funny guy)
“Just sort your life out, sir!” and then run out.
Some jokes are full-on funny, some are wry:
and humour sometimes makes us want to cry:
our choices, often hard to justify.
My friends all wish, and say so with a sigh,
I’d followed Markie’s counsel. So do I.
Inhabited by check and counterfoil,
my head is full of squatters – what a mob!
One Michael’s eager for his daily toil:
another Michael can’t abide his job.
There’s one of me who’s frugal, prudent, wise,
and one you wouldn’t trust to walk the dog:
one version tries it on with petty lies,
while one’s as stable as a fallen log.
One talks like Robin Williams on a high,
but one’s as muted as a manatee:
so how can I my inner self descry?
Establish which, of all of them, is me?
Alongside me in rain and shine
she walks her life on her own terms,
setting the course on the pathway she likes to pave.
Probing nameless people uncalled, she may descry
break the fence of her protected privacy and pry,
ask incisive questions to slice her persona.
She doesn’t ever care to respond.
In our passionate journey together for so many years
I’ve felt in her heart sunk in the quicksand of time,
emotions rise from the dormant fervor’s cauldron.
The good done to her she can’t acknowledge loud,
but the buds of love blossoming within,
she keeps under protective shroud.
Mellow sensitivity soaks all her inarticulate feelings,
she is overwhelmed beyond measure,
but doesn’t know how to demonstrate.
A deviant introvert, she absorbs pain and joy silently,
content with little and whatever I give as caring gesture.
She hasn’t given me even a flower as a token of love,
but I always adore her as a blooming rose I have.
We spent twenty two long years together
under the same roof, so, I know him better than others,
for he’s my only brother.
On his own terms his life he walks brave,
setting the course on the pathway he likes to pave.
Probing nameless people uncalled, he may descry
break the fence of his protected privacy and pry,
ask incisive questions to slice his persona, they try.
He doesn’t ever care to reply.
In his heart sunk in the quicksand of time weary,
emotions rise from the dormant passion’s debris.
The good done to him he can’t acknowledge loud,
but buds of love blooming within, he keeps under shroud.
Mellow sensitivity absorbs all his feelings inarticulate,
he is overwhelmed, but doesn’t know how to demonstrate.
A deviant introvert, he seldom submits to others’ decree,
until he finally sleeps he’ll do what to do with will free.
He’s content with little, grateful for god’s blessings plenty.
Trees absorb autumn’s color spectrum bright,
paint the leaves with crimson and golden glow.
The gilded leaves leave the brown boughs fallow
of the stripped deciduous trees upright,
dancing to the swan song of winter white.
Decay disguises revival, they know.
Spring returns with spur of resurgent show,
in tawny trees new leaves sprout in delight.
Storm of gloom wrecks my heart, turns it bare tree.
Dismal dusk descends with the sunset sky,
remembers the sun sinks to again rise.
I will wait for my spring to revive me.
From distress dust Phoenix’s rise, I’ll descry
at dawn of renascence with no surprise.
Written: June 5th, 2024, For Jay Narain Contest
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Your smile awestruck me every morning,
Truly ambrosian and quiddity display style.
Your ariose image is rife in my dreams,
As optimism rises, I wake up with beams.
You could be the one, I didn't love enough,
There was a juncture in, I treated you rough.
Girl, if I beshrew you feel odious, I was blind,
If I crestfallen you, you're often on my mind.
You induce me to dare my worries and fears,
I will support you in your anguish and tears.
All I sense for you is beyond what I may show,
You are precious to me; I wish that you know.
I didn't descry you those lonesome times,
It is a delight to have you; you are sublime.
My thoughts of you hampered my tries to rest,
The warmth of your kindness swells my chest.
Whatever transpires, I will be devout to you,
My briny goal is always you, and I will pursue.
Allow me to win your quintessence one final time,
I often relate to you; I've never had time to dime.
As the early summer air ripples in my meadow,
I see the dance of dulcet patina on dainty petals,
unfurling with the touch of the dawn’s spectrum
the elegant lilies with the gleam of sapphire silence.
The flowers blossom in chromatic ebullience of joy,
look up to the sunburst pallet of the seamless sky,
suffusing its splendor in the essence of their soul,
paint the florid portraits of heavenly surreal beauty .
Celestial shine shimmers with the lavender rhythm,
pulsating in my heart with the mesmeric floral grace.
Preserved in its gloss is the sheen of enticing euphoria,
that turns into flourishing fresco of amethyst allure.
As summer breeze blows silver sequins in satin night,
that floats on the mystique stream of the moonbeam,
I descry the sparkling sky descend in my garden,
as the lilies shine like diamond diadem of sprouting stars.
Written: April 29, 2024 For Regina Regina Mcintosh Contest
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Meeting her will drown me with her love,
It will express pride and bliss from above.
Her glance involved an ambivalent dream,
Her smile is ambrosian whenever we team.
I will cry with her and soothe her fears,
Lend her comfort and wipe away her tears.
Her love shakes my soul with an auric beat,
Love blooms amid a full moon in aquiver heat.
When I fall in love, I will bestow my all,
It arises during alertness, sleep, or crawl.
As an ariose bloom, I am free in her grasp,
Time slips in her hold, as love vows a clasp.
When I fall in love—I cherish every turn,
Under the pretense of perpetual concern.
With a look and a grin, you had me awed,
Heart fire, in love—descry mist, not flawed
As I fell in love—I will miss her as she left,
In every departure, my heart grows a cleft.
Two souls lost in heavenly love now merge,
Love anew, with each dawn submerge.
Written: April 28, 2024, For Constance la France Contest
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.
Sophocles, Greek Poet
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One word cures all life's queries and distress,
While we indulge in our quest toward bliss.
Pure, lush love imparts delight and success,
Amidst life's winding path, may run amiss.
Love protects us from dread and disarray,
Serve awful time, lead us across the storm.
Love allows us to face fear and dismay,
Merry love is merely drawn in free form.
Embrace who allows us to tame our fears,
The fleeting light of our souls burns all time.
And foster kinship, swipe nerve-wracking tears,
We cry such babies, dull for bliss, sublime.
We descry solace in qualm and sadness,
While we sink in state of auric aptness.
Written: April 26, 2024
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Awakening, my soul climbs to pure bliss,
The vertex wobble, swayed by the sun's kiss.
A flame within my spirit burning bright,
For me, the scene looks same as windy sight.
Majestic peak reaches toward the sky,
Whispering life's elixir with descry.
My heart has never seen such a sweet light,
I found solace with shelter in my plight.
my soul is boosted by the sunlit lake,
serene in silver; in my eyes, thrills wake.
A serene gold, waking thrills in my gaze,
Leaves are retained by trees, and limbs arise.
Bewitched by its gathered emerald cloud,
My spirit soars to peaceful heaven shroud.
Little Arianna! Sweat granddaughter!
So zealous in to decorate Christmas Tree.
Through Face time, I am only watching thee.
My dear, I am not with you this winter.
You are putting stars, hanging bells with cheers,
Your jubilant face I am to descry.
Last year I was with you ! Now me to sigh !
Recollecting past Christmas days, I am in tears.
History repeats, now I am far away.
You and your Mom busy to decorate.
In Christmas me alone to celebrate !
‘Wish you Merry Christmas’, only to say.
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