I looked close —
Through the earth's leaves
It all wakes_
From a blink
The shattered Pleiades
rising; The moon-shadow
Encircling;wide awake n the dark
I looked close—
within the earth's leaves
it all wakes_
From a blink
The shattered Pleiades
rising; The moon-shadow
Encircling; awake in the dark
Colour my world
Asher chipu
26/09/2026
Beauty from ashes, His glory the centre,
Blessed the nation where God is the Mentor.
Raise the banner, lift it high,
Shout the triumph - victory’s nigh.
Let His glory fill our land,
His Name planted where gates still stand.
Turning ashes into gold, a prototype new,
Let go, to receive the new He gives you.
Breaking the chains of sorrow and pain,
Unique you are - His blessings remain.
His favor surrounds, a shield ever true,
Forever protecting, encircling you.
In That Moment
On ten billion hard drives
encircling the world
Those with computers
can read and unfurl
Sitting here waiting
for them to log on
Alive in that moment
— in verse and in song
**
All Is Not Lost
Once beyond 70
each day becomes ten
An hour a minute
as seconds portend
With time running out
last horizon ahead
The sun’s final setting
and future to bed
But all is not lost
as you loosen your grip
A flapping is heard
through the darkened abyss
With one last look back
to tomorrow goodbye
Two wings reattach
— reborn in the sky
**
Last Chance
Looking up
to the reasons
Looking down
on the why’s
Looking out
through each season
Looking back
in disguise
With tired excuses
the joy of no pain
Shunning the Muses
crying out in refrain
“It’s time to jump off
your 9th life from the queue
Don’t question the cost
— your last chance to be you”
**
In the coy and sudden waning hour
I saw your portrait blooming more than a flower
Soft encircling petals of daffodils
And your essence thrives along the wavy hills
Dazzled lycaenids are mistook by your grace
And swirled your smile across the cerulean space
By the litherly withering cumulus clouds
Your blush is merely been shrouds
You are rather not born with a fairest cutis
Rather the fair born from your breezeful beauties
The endless lushing meadow that it surrounds
And so your dazzling colors it bounds
Your eyes nearly winked in an hour of even and odd
Where your lips nearly whispered awakening the fairy god
The soughing gust of wind slices your silken hair
As though the daffodils swaying upto the air
The distant people waits you to rise about the shore
To melt away the shivering and the frore
You broke the dawn in earliest spring
As though the guitar struming it's string
Two were killed that day
One on top of Calvary hill
The other on a tree
At the bottom of the dell.
The first became the King of Heaven
The second passed into Hell.
To one we pray to save our soul
The other we pray never to meet
Even when we are done and old.
Yet if this tale be true
The second one is easily met
In our broken world’s encircling net
The second his face we have to seek
Hidden in the crowds of the meek.
The red sunset
sends its ubiquitous rays
to cover everything
within its encircling embrace.
The silhouette of lovers
on a park bench
appears to burn with love,
setting passion's scene aglow.
Towering skyscraper windows
reflect the sunset's crimson stare
like a thousand glaring eyes
red from sleepless nights.
A fountain's slow trickle
oozes from glowing garnet angels
like blood from broken hearts,
bleeding away the sense in life.
Passers-by appear angry,
the sun inviting their innermost thoughts
to sear through bone, flesh, and skin
and silently shout their fears.
The world on fire, set ablaze
by heaven's fury, burns with the intensity
of love's pure passion, man's volcanic thoughts
and life's consuming relentlessness.
And the day-star of time,
the poet of placid skies and lucid scenes,
steps behind the world and leaves it
to put yet another day into perspective.
Bright is the dew that embraces my earth
As seasons breathe with a lingering sigh;
Oaks in teal ripple and glimmer in peace
With hymns of ' thank you' I can't defy.
In this free motion, tranquility abides
North winds drift along, gentle and refined
Encircling on the core of quietude;
That hours glide perfectly, weaving a bind.
For gratitude becomes my life’s keeper
Each passing turns into a rune, a fire;
Till lightness of ease imbues vibrant thoughts
Benevolent as sunrays that inspire.
Today leans again with a lustrous face
In calm persuasion, my heart and soul meet,
This wholeness bathing in its grateful flow
When life resounds without any conceit.
Forests of Green Coniferous Trees
Forests of evergreen conifers
(Fir, spruce, cedar, pine, and hemlock trees)
Keep their colour throughout the seasons
And don’t shed foliage in autumn.
Rooted in soil and basking in sunlight,
They grow on hillsides and in valleys,
Encircling rock outcrops, swamps, and leas,
And near rivers and lakes, and on islands.
These hearty trees endure nature’s throes
Of cold, harsh, winters to warm spring thaws,
Thriving in summer and fall to help provide
A habitat for the forest dwellers.
Conifer pollen and seed cones pollinate,
And fertilized seeds disperse on windy days
—Or get stashed away by squirrels and birds—
And grow into stately coniferous trees.
Dancing with delusions, sparks of hellfire
Course through my lugubrious quill pen.
Distorted words igniting fear,
Anxiety fills crevices,
Encircling, silencing,
Asphyxiating.
Walls closing in,
Compressing.
Hope fades,
Doom.
Dread
Runs cold.
Veins poisoned,
Sanity slips
Unmercifully.
The angels are mimicked.
Light dimming, darkness descends
As demons mingle with the dead.
Apocalyptic skies crack open
To wash away all that you held sacred.
The sand from the hourglass is slipping through the cracks between my fingers.
as I track my time in increments,
regulated, rhythmic, redundant.
the weekends coming,
it’s almost winter break.
I think, as I fail to realize that I am watching time pass me by
like I'm standing on the side of the road watching the cars drive by
instead of being in one,
controlling the wheel and pressing the gas.
I catch a glimpse of an empty car parked on the side of the road,
desperately scrambling towards it,
my hair whipping around my face,
obscuring my vision,
clouding my judgement.
I try and try and try to push it away—
but it keeps coming back.
drive, drive, drive,
a voice tells me.
as I steady my shivering, shaking hands grasping the wheel.
don't,
my hair hisses.
encircling my face with the grip of a vice
tighter, and tighter, then black.
treetops smoldering
smoke encircling bird’s flight
blinding sight with glee
One day mom gave me a bottle sparkling,
bright fairy pixie lights swirled around me;
all about my room sparkles encircling,
the twinkles from the bottle were set free !
Mom, what a wonderful glimmering light,
a golden glowing magical dazzle;
lights are floating up and down, left and right,
oh, enchanted and in a bedazzle !
All about my room light is zip and zap,
I don't want to lose the golden shimmers;
so I try to catch them ... my hand the trap,
oh, mom thank you for the glimmers !
Liberating feelings were encircling my brain,
Inspiration flowing through my veins.
Fabric of reality was thinning again,
Ebullient tales were echoing my name.
My world is getting smaller, like a net encircling its prey, drawing in closer and closer until there is no escape, and I am so worn-out from the struggle I barely try. Dusk is here. Soon, with whispers from unseen realms, the darkness will arrive and suffocate the lyrical lullaby of my actuality ...
whispers speak in tongues
only darkness understands
I am captured now
between the light of a song
and the shadow of a word
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