Sweet dreams flap the wings on the vast sky
Petals of the soft lips compose the whisper
Rising rainbow hails the smiling green heart
Elopements of the feelings build the bridge
Arrow of Cupid plucks the honeycomb duly
Dahlia dapples the twilight to unites eyeing
Inner chamber of love waits for the carnival
Nimbi of the soulful nectar lift up the tears
Gently we enjoy the divine milieu at present
Hub of our heart there is the root of loving life
Absolve from the alone sigh to adapt the peace
Peddling the oar of conjugal boat on the ocean
Passage of the passion-flower greet to revitalize
Ignite the starry night through the moonlit kiss
Name the momentum the Eudaimonia happiness
Each, we can enchant the life together with unity
Sacrificing the slavish ego come to worship love
Spread the fragrance wind to wind to be happy
March 19, 2023
Spreading Happiness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
elopements, happiness, love,
Form: Acrostic
(Wimpole Street, in the West End of London,
has been the scene of many interesting events,
from the elopement of Elizabeth Barrett Browning
to The Beatles composing "Help!")
The Long, Unlovely Street
It’s such a straight and long, unlovely street,
not quite the retail zone, not quite the mouth
of Regent’s Park. It plumbs a line north-south,
where Mayfair and more middling London meet.
Come walk with me on Wimpole, feast your eye
on blue ceramic plaques, as thick as leaves
that strew the brooks so loved by Freddie Treves,
where tall town houses shoulder out the sky!
Elopements, easements, songs of yesterday,
bereavements, human elephants and more:
we’ll see enchantment pour from every door,
and find a little help along the way.
Where legal precedent meets Mersey Beat,
come tramp the straight and long, unlovely street.
Categories:
elopements, london,
Form: Sonnet
Valentines' day
always has a way
of making red
color to be
its lead
trademark
Even with the
trademark's
screaming popularity,
I beg to differ
because no one has
ever seen the true
color of Love
Can the color be white
because of the light
of Peace Love brings
into our lives?
Can the color be pink
because of the mask-
less beauty that
radiates from Love?
Can the color be orange
because of the endurance
we sustain in our hearts
as arrows of hurts
come on our way?
Can the color be yellow
because of the joy
and happiness
that comes about
because of the presence
of Love?
Can the color be purple
because of the mysteries
that Love brings to people
deep within them,
when they are passionate
for each other
in the form of fights,
suicides and elopements?
Can the color be gold
because of the old
experiences on romances that
give us wealth of wisdom
in the form of Love?
.......Can the color of Love
lie in the beholder's eyes?
Date: 12/04/2014
Categories:
elopements, art, color, muse, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Fabrications.
Fabricated images
Without deep space
Ephemeral expression
Elopements in ill fate.
Expression taking breath
From moon to mountain top
Statements interlaced
Making a solemn flop.
A message came from the breeze
From a delicate plant in motion
Graceful webs woven by spider
A joy in living with guarded caution.
Categories:
elopements, philosophy,
Form: Lyric
YOUR LOVE.
Your love was not a love
But just an entrapment
Which under urges for
Multiplication of humanity
You involuntary scribed to
Set up for elopements in
Some mundane lores of sanity.
Like a flying nocturne insect
Caught in flowery sickness
On your facial prettiness
The curse of sensuality
Form roundness of your limbs
The daily game of extractions
To enrich your mortal bones
Ease of mind but crude of tones.
Categories:
elopements, beauty, introspection, woman,
Form: Lyric