I learned
that rocks, and plants,
and dirt, and true grit
are mind-numbingly boring
to middle-schoolers
and children who need
constant stimulation.
Nature is gentle.
I cannot transfer intrigue
to the next generation.
I use humor, movement,
variety, and colors.
Red jasper is prevalent
in North Carolina.
It isn't rare.
Neither am I.
I scratch
the dried southern clay
off warm rocks
and try to teach
the exquisiteness
of nature.
I hope God
is listening
to my appreciation.
Harsh is the time of your birth
The bleaching sun, taking away all beauty of the earthly jade.
But out of this parched season,
You bring forth the passions of your ever living substance.
Whispers of the cool, dry winds
Wave your exquisiteness for all to see.
Canvasing the floor of the soft earth,
Beneath each towering tree.
The stately soft petal
Of your comeliness fall ever gracefully.
Like the rains, that you seemingly beckon
To come and drench the thirsting earth.
Your cries for the heavens
To bless the earth is without sound,
But great things occur in silence,
Just as the warm sun rises.
The God of the heavens
The great creator set you as a sign.
A herald of great tidings,
For the rain draweth nigh.
Not once, nor twice but as many as three times
Your passion is echoed.
Filling the land with hope,
That soon the watering of the earth will appear.
But alas, you are no more as the heavenly windows open,
And as the thirsty land drinks her fill,
Your passionate silent calls are needed no more.
We bid thee farewell till next mother nature calls.
soft, yet ...
like a breath of Noshaq
you are gone in a whisper
bound for some dreamy realm (imagining)
where exquisiteness affords you
a throne in Valhalla …
you dance among the frosted peaks
like Misha with the Mouse King
prancing on a puff of wint'ry wind
yearning for the bloom
of early Spring
the nuzzle of a warm nose
or the easy gift
of a frozen lake of swans
hush, you ...
about your business
secret stories you tell to the mountain
of visceral attentions, keen
wondrous things that we lesser creatures
will never be privy to -
things that you find your common bidding
but that fools like me -
wholly taken with sublime form
and ghostly airs -
find spellbinding ... breathless
enchanting ...
you are a feral phantom
demon AND deity of a covert kingdom
I am cursed to only conjecture on
or put to inadequate word ...
a magical dominion of
deliberate and brutal elegance
that has graced me with but a glimpse
a rare, tender, precious instant
blessed by the substance of a moment
far too beautiful to ever
capture.
Written: May 03, 2024
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I witnessed the dawn seraphic sapphire spike,
I marveled at the world's exquisiteness strike.
The colors shimmered in the first light glow,
Cleansed by nature's tears of the night flow.
The cracks and scratches of each passing day,
Rest below the morning mist, silky display.
Tattered torn edge of an aging landscape,
Blessed and healed by the kiss of dawn escape.
These scenes have opened my eyes before,
However, their insight remains in explore.
A truth, now revealed, from within my heart,
After haze, the sun's limber rays impart.
After sorting amid the dust life's sand,
An array of the exceptional grew at hand.
A solitary grain amid circular void space,
Never did I predict leaping ways in a trace.
I cast my heart aside into the ocean,
An indigo scope of a replica of devotion.
Brimming with tremendous vision,
A shimmering journey toward emotion.
I let out a sigh and gave in to its might,
The glowing streams of sacred insight.
Permeate me with an empathic fervor,
Gaze is off rays of a sempiternal usurper.
Love has endured timeless ages,
it has been spoken with sweet
and intense words:
but to understand it,
we must truly feel it!
Live can be magic,
love can be tragic;
who is willing to proclaim it?
Famous writers and notorious people
have expressed it with their affectionate ways,
does it resonate and make me tremble:
either to invoke death, or claim glory?
Sadly, many have never known it wholly
and died with this beautiful word
murmured on their trembling lips;
I'm ashamed to say I have craved it,
never got a sigh from its sublimeness,
or tasted the delightfulness of its exquisiteness!
Live has endured timeless ages,
it has enhanced the beauty of words;
only the deluded ones have been deprived of it,
seen their dreams burn and turn to grey ashes...
while the lucky lovers praise it
and raise it to Heaven with a clamorous shout!
Mountains, so stoic
Standing so tall and so grand,
Etched upon the world's memory
As the sole witnesses to the beautiful ballet
Danced by Time
Mountains, so bold
Yet bidding me to move them
To be where I want them to be;
Standing on a timeline
Whose flow accords to the harmony
Of my innocence
Each attempt, though,
Brings me back to the same square
Thereby reminding me
That I am naught but a tiny particle
Faced with their might
For,
Clocks run clockwise
Clocks cannot dance backwards
Clocks control our lifespans, our memories
And even the hurt that we have watered
So well in our secret gardens
That these have bloomed into exquisiteness
Mountains then, shall still be standing after
My presence shall morph into fumes
Mountains shall write of the new ballet shows
That they shall witness
Keeping silent and stoic
As if,
The world's drama is macrocosmic
Even if we all live it at a microcosmic level!
Despite vanilla's subtle sweet and unique exquisiteness
it's encumbered by being considered plain basic and unexciting.
It's seen as being neutral, insipid in need of embellishment
It's a blank soft white canvas needing to be added to.
But in essence, the vanilla bean seed
has a sweet, creamy, sweet and slightly floral taste.
It has a gentle lovely and subtle aroma.
Vanilla is the muse for every dessert makers dream,
In custard, ice-cream, cookies and cakes you adore,
Vanilla infuses its magic in every bite we explore,
Imparting a fragrance that lingers long on the tongue.
Vanilla much belied, maligned, vilified, mocked and ostracized,
Deserves another go, all on its own, plain and simple!
When a woman seems a preferable quality
Some folks will still have questions about her qualifications as long as she qualified to play
Her house role quietly and other things quickly.
As she succeeded to apprehend him in her
heart and he comprehended to live there.
Who can have power to cut that rope and elope
With one of them around nights or daytimes?
Question to some accidental luvs who quitted
So quickly while they were qualities qualified
By some choosers who quivering by their exquisiteness,
Whenever they appear sympathetically and romantically.
The rose in its delicate life is my lilac
Dream a pleasing stature with its
Silent delight the whole rose lilac
Family exist in its exquisiteness
And simplicity. The bud opens
Revealing her purity to the world
Petals sepals secrets across the
Spectrum. She stands tall and
Knowing looking ever so regal and
Glowing the original rose of gentle
Temperament silently being look how
Exceptional. This lilac rose all so
Special even more spectacular
The lilac rose
Family in all its splendor preserved
And reserved. No ordinary flower so
Revered for all her attributes
Superlative and extraordinary floral
Condition rightfully claims her post.
Exceedingly rare in her posh appear
The lilac rose there dear
Exquisiteness of Mufti Abdul Qawi
Mufti Abdul Qawi is the name of peace.
Mufti Abdul Qawi is the name of Love.
Mufti Abdul Qawi is the name of romance.
Mufti Abdul Qawi is free of spiritual Bugs.
Mufti Abdul Qawi is free of greed & avarice.
Mufti Abdul Qawi is free of prejudice..
Note.You call it madness but I call it love..
His creations
Eyes are too small, to perceive His creations,
the vastness, exquisiteness and fascination.
How many drops, the clouds would fall?
Has the science, answer to the question?
How many trees, the seed would generate,
In its chain, can you find definite solution?
Where the chain began, seed to tree to seed;
don’t know, will go how many generations.
Where does the sky end, beyond the thought,
no machine is made yet, for the calculation.
Water comes to rivers, from the mountains,
few mountains sleep, in the bed of the ocean.
To find Him, strolled in temples and pilgrimage,
He lived inside me, driving the soul in motion.
- S. D. Tiwari
When you see monsters snarling at you
From those same clouds which you thought
You would ride seated upon mighty unicorns
When you hear swallowed gulps
From those whom fate has willed to walk
Beside you, going towards the same destination
But having to experience life from their own world
Just close your eyes, breathe in
And allow scenic views to paint themselves
Upon your unique canvas,
Allow your flowers to bloom to exquisiteness
In your own secret garden
Allow your music to compose itself
And play of itself as majestically
As would a symphony upon a cosmic stage,
Allow yourself to consistently move
Towards your fated destination
Without being in competition with anyone but thriving
In your given freedom, letting steady consistency be the medium
To guide you and to allow the end result
To play itself in your favour
As majestically as life itself can be!
Vicuna, Vicuna
Oh fabricotio
Oh fabrication
The secret of
success
Is in the customers
eyes
Bragging of both
Stock and animal
Crystal Velvet
What Gods Wear
Elegant and fabulous
This is what God
wanted man to wear
Fabric, Fabric, Fabric!
Galour, commentated
Cause of it's exquisiteness.
Vicuna, Vicuna
Oh fabricotio
Oh fabrication
The secret of
success
Is in the customers
eyes
Bragging of both
Stock and animal
Crystal Velvet
What Gods Wear
Elegant and fabulous
This is what God
wanted man to wear
Fabric, Fabric, Fabric!
Galour, commentated
Cause of it's exquisiteness.
Land of lush forested hills,
Such exquisiteness gives thrills,
Sparkling Alpine lakes delight,
Their pristine glow glitters bright,
Azure touches the meadows,
A whisper of cloud shadows,
Land of lush forested hills.
07.06.2021
For Charles Messina's "Elemental" contest
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