The Ferris wheel pierces cloudlight,
its topmost arc alone in the pale sky.
A single cabin glints, breathless and suspended.
Fascination rises — thin, bright, still.
Life breathed into us by the Creator
dependent on our mamas ‘til we
take our first tentative steps
though so soon we fly
to the far reaches of the cosmos
up and away, physical and intellectual play
tethered to Earth by jobs which pay
for the fascination of our
solo ways
Glory of tandoori story or Brit palette whet reformer korma
Vindaloo or sag aloo woo you or coo crazy about jalfrezi
Gets hazy as things mesh came fresh from Bangladesh
Can’t naysay Indian takeaways most days top performer
Made for Brit eccentric never ever looked a bit authentic
Teach explore each region with its own locavore legion
Preach mountain ranges to cities and fountains changes
Neighbourhoods vocally hooked homegrown locally cooked
See wee chatty seller with natty chapati smothered in gee
Poms popadoms covered with mango glow aplomb or roti
Lentil dahl elemental or experimental flurry of curry in a hurry
Ask a fella stellar biryani actually Indian or factually Pakistani
p.s Oh and no argy bargy about the Raj but do so love a bhaji
Fascination and imagination let loose
unicorns and dragons whirl amidst the stars
dreams conjured in the night
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
It’s in the giving
Aesthetic experience
The pleasure is mine
A luminescent shimmer of stars,
bright as they were dancing
all aligned in perfect formation
With whispers in the air, romancing.
I thought I caught the subtle shift,
Time elapsing into space
As the moonlight drew its radiance
It was a delectable little taste.
How could I ever dare to dream,
When the universe is vast and unknown
I drown in anticipation
on what we can never own.
I possess a sense of fascination,
like a child struck with awe
To confiscate a moment of clarity
so natural and raw.
People always have morbid fascination of matters where they lack the capacity to understand
Sunlight tickles my eyes
Hypnagogic hallucinations steal the show
with surprise
A creature creeps
I gasp, in fascination’s glow
he leaps
He schemes
as toadstools blow
dreams
Sunlight tickles my eyes
I gasp, in fascination’s glow
dreams
In you all the charm.
In me all the amazement
Your stunning beauty!
FASCINATION
transcended
with spontanaiety
emphasised
in
a sense of reality
ozooing out
precient
interpreted
in symbolss
endlessly evolving
proactive
ephemeral
immortalisd
poses stressed
in the
contemporary
The tweeting birds sound so dulcet,
The clear blue sky oh so high!
The many gardens and their fences,
The dew drops dripping from leaves
The forests giving out clues,
The earnestness of the wind,
It narrates the life in brief;
You will find yourself lost in the arms of nature,
Where you will find only peace and affection.
The picturesque beauty of nature will daze you,
And all your worries will cease
That's the fascination, illusion of Mother Nature.
black cat in the woods
wide eyed amidst greenery
and the wild chorus
Written on April 4, 2022
For: Black Cat Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
She stood along the lonely door frame,
watching the crackling wood fire,
beset with a sudden burning passion,
that only her heart could desire,
hair of straw that was golden spun,
blows gently as a mild breeze whips,
in her gaze is the reflection of flames,
she says more with her eyes than lips.
Come to her grace with hat upon hand,
she never plays pity to the fools,
although she be fond of a game or two,
as long as you can play by her rules,
she is not conceded nor cursed with vanity,
just has a particular taste,
if you're honest, kind and unique of mind,
she won't let it go to waste.
Every movement is worth it to watch,
how beauty transcends to life with ease,
what secrets lay in a heart shaped box,
if only we could possess the keys,
yet still there is an echo, a thumping pulse,
racing and I know it will never cease,
just to take awhile to return your smile,
like a puzzle with a missing piece.
I am transported to heaven,
I throw myself into the sea,
I travel in blue light
of your deep gaze... !
I am so tired of being serious.
I choose to be so delirious.....
To Florida, I do go~
No more playing schmo.
Fresh air to breathe, not mysterious!
5/19/2021
Mask-less Pangie
* Fictional *
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