I am offering my love
with this garland of jasmine
soaked with tears in deep dolour.
Please accept.
Don’t feel me ashamed
or to face embarrassment.
I am offering my love
with fragrant jasmine.
Do honour my self esteem.
It is my love : most precious.
I deserve
your reciprocation, not to be ignored.
Dear, have you forgotten me ?
But how can you forget that,
once you flooded me with your emotive urge !
Categories:
dolour, lost love,
Form: Suzette Prime
Clouds melt
on deep dolour,
releasing pain.
Small raindrops
drizzling,
as tears
moistening
grass in mass.
Sun rays
through raindrops
split in spectrum.
Bright rainbow
is pasted
on sky album.
Categories:
dolour, rain,
Form: Verse
('I' refers to God.)
In dolour, he descried the leafless pine
And under its shade of dearth lay supine,
Cerebrating how not e'en grains of sand
Pay heed to him nor his woe understand.
I thus deigned to limn Myself on his sky
To consume its vacuity strewn so high
That I painted a canopy of stars
And shaded him from the plots of scheming Mars.
I then, in all literality, blanketed him
In the fabric of the welkin, and seraphim
Watered his lifeless pine with lullabies
And read him tales and cosmic alibis.
And ere scarcely closed his eyne and sleep's kiss,
I restored the sky; on it drew a marvel of bliss.
Then after the cosmos fondled his heart to peace and reverie,
I turned it all into a dream and dissolved it in his memory.
Categories:
dolour, angel, devotion, faith, god,
Form: Rhyme
Nothing!
There is nothing in for the long haul
Bliss, pelf and fame will become pale as white sheet
Dolour, lack and inefficiency will be silent as dull
All are in the cage of deceit.
Behold! Life passes like a waving from a moving train
Which we will join its berth if we receive the call
Everything in life is conceit
Only God can safe all
So that we won't suffer in life and lose heaven’s profit.
Categories:
dolour, vanity,
Form: Rhyme
Tear Drops
A drop of Tear brought by a knife of pain
A Truth standing stiff, a Lie lies in vain.
Ripples of Rue when hit by Betrayal
Tears to be wiped by lilac Love loyal.
A Life turning Desolate or Morose.
A Tear of humble heart may offer Rose,
A Blow of distress causing sudden Scream
A drop of Tear may bring hopeful Dream.
If to swallow A spoonful of Sorrow
A Tear of Delight will be brought tomorrow.
A Sword might hit, A knife pricks, but won’t ruin.
Message of Truth and Love is sure to win.
Tears of woe running from the pierced heart
will yield Pearl of Dolour as woe departs.
A Stroke of pain leads to A Tear of grief.
A Sweet syllable of Love gives relief.
Categories:
dolour, grief, love, sorrow, truth,
Form: Rhyme
Alone in the wood featureless and stark
hid a beast of burden that surly crept,
for countless years behind the hidden bark
its dying soul among the dead unwept.
In the House of the Garden of Hollies
beckoned a bright light through asylum gate,
and led him from those dark satanic trees
to be with her in a late tryst of fate.
Out of the labyrinth black forest fade
rose that weary Ox from dolour and scorn -
from retribution in his own upbraid
to the amnesty of the coming dawn.
Into the clutches of a Dragon’s lair
entered the Ox on a kiss and a dare.
Written: December 1997
Categories:
dolour, heart, relationship, romantic love,
Form: Sonnet
Talk of True Valor
And it is ‘Sailor’,
Not ‘Confined Tailor’;
Quite Mobile Sailor,
Not Static Tailor
Facing Cloth and Color;
In Shops of Pallor
Pin Pricks of Dolour…
And tailors tell lies,
Sailor: where storm lies!
Tailors work and chant,
Sailors for merchant.
They don’t flee from Rum;
Rum helps them to hum
And kick colleagues’ bum:
Their own Chewing Gum!
Tailor near to us
With the job one does;
Sailors’ Ship “Not Bus”,
At sea wins his plus…
But he’s Pure Valor
Tailor for Color.
Categories:
dolour, career, courage, identity, people,
Form: Rhyme
AN ACHE
My pierced heart
secreting nectar
slowly solidifying
to form pearl of dolour.
05/ 15 / 22
Second place
“Naani “ Contest by Joseph May
Categories:
dolour, emotions, heartbroken, how i
Form: Verse
Memories raining,
intermittent rain drip ouch
immerse in dolour ...
Categories:
dolour, allegory, allusion, metaphor, pain,
Form: Haiku
By your red scars you crucified the moving stars
By your thorns you crucified the entire world
By your dolour you crucified the world-ruler
Jesus cried loudly “Why have you forsaken me”
Through your bloodiness you destroyed our drunkenness
Through your painfulness you restored all the fullness
Through your blood drainage you became unmixed knowledge
Jesus cried loudly “Why have you forsaken me”
You were nailed on a crucifix to heal the sick
You were nailed on a cross to retrieve what was lost
You were nailed on a tree for all to see
Jesus cried loudly “Why have you forsaken me”
Through elevation you cured the sin of wisdom
Through rising to the blue you caught and killed the brute
Through elevation you went into fruition
Christ at the near end calmly said “It is finished”
Categories:
dolour, christian, jesus, religious,
Form: Rhyme
Sky the Truth
Sky is infinite from eternity
earth looks at it from its birth;
sky of innumerable shapes and colours
ever changing
creating and recreating
beyond any dolour and mirth.
The flight of distance loving birds through it
passing of supersonic jets, other flying objects
lightning flash like sparks of clash on earth
sounds of explosion and song
all are facets of truth
like the many faces of the sky.
Sky has no hue no smell no face
it creates and recreates the surface;
infinite from eternity
Sky is the Truth.
Categories:
dolour, river,
Form: Prose Poetry
Turtles in my dreams
guide me wisely
to be patient and peaceful
and to look before I leap out
while I walk the path of my life.
No matter if the sky turns gloomy
with flashes of horror
and pours down dolour,
drenching the soil
into uneasy pathway.
They tell me to be persistent.
Symbol of wisdom they are
as they enrich me with
emotional strength
in moments of disturbing chaos.
In a world of fast pace
where the very hares
move around with wind wings
affixed to their feet
and act as swift runners
in the race of achievements,
have mocked me
to be lazy and too careful.
What they forget is
the race has been won
by a slow pace gambit, long ago.
Slow maybe but I do hope
to reach the finish line
as they, my spirit guide turtles
wave me the flag of victory.
Date: 06/14/2017
Categories:
dolour, meaningful,
Form: Free verse
The night that breeds dark clouds of rankling dolour
Within azure sky of my mind’s great earth,
Delusive affection of thine enlivened fervour,
Of joy of life and lustre triggers dearth.
Thou rememb’rest those fragrant ways trodden,
Back i’th’ longest journey where spring ablaze
Laid the flowers blown down the wood and burden
Our lives like memories galore in craze.
O Fair! Let me know what paineth thee
Such sheer that thou afflictest thy lord.
Bleak is his heart, contriving ‘nother plea,
It haileth thy love to set the erstwhile concord.
However far thou fleest inflicting pain,
Shalt still thou find a peerless love of no stain.
Categories:
dolour, love, love hurts,
Form: Sonnet
Neptune will cry for our death
Fragments of sea blood
Temblor of regards
Condolences from Poseidon
Exhaling ciaos, inhaling mists
And all else Jupiter, once more
All yellow bleeds fire
None could inhume his dolour
Grams of sorrow, forcely collected
Twining clouds and forming seas
Autarkic trumpets would sing
As colors received by Uranus
Categories:
dolour, color, death, farewell, feelings,
Form: Free verse
I fell for her in nineteen sixty nine,
When we commenced our journey of love
Along the twilit path of innocence;
My zeal was unaware of the reality
That the woman I loved wasn't mine.
I stopped our ride near the precipice,
The stones on which were cold due to
The night that harnessed my prospects;
We sat by a tree and I held her hands,
Caressed her hair without any malice.
We talked of our affair and feelings,
In unforeseen malarkey of an illusory feat
Which we called an immortal passion;
At long last, I had the frail courage
To express to her my amatory longings.
She was stunned at my boyish imbecility,
While I tried to becalm her in copout
With aberrant words to dodge the truth;
We continued being playful in false love,
While I lamented in my heart's humility.
After few years of sham togetherness,
I listened to my scarred young bosom
And interpreted the final message;
I parted ways with her in dolour,
Yet I longed her in veiled forlornness.
Forty years passed by and I lost my mind,
When I slowly entered my solitary dotage
With a blemished but a stronger heart;
I could think of nothing else but her,
The first love who was one of a kind.
Categories:
dolour, age, crush, cute love,
Form: I do not know?
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