B Bequeathed by the autumn of fading imposture
E Enrico gathers his baggage torn by the storm
A Alights from the grotto in contempt of the darkness
U Uncovers a few pennies for thoughts and for dreams
T Towards the crest of a canyon topping wild waters an
I Indigo crown transposes a solemn prayer once he gently
F Fulfills the promise of third season’s third eye
U Under a canopy of foliage in sandalwood’s sentience
L Leaves gather as they turn shades into colour
F For a moment of harmony Enrico tips forward
A And loses his balance just when the message seemed clear
L Levitation from the cusp straight into a hospital bed where
L Luscious Lucy touches his heart – what a beautiful fall
Categories:
imposture, for her,
Form: Acrostic
1.Five principles ridicule within
himself of insincere.
2.What use sky-like reparation
if committing known-fault?
3.Worthless ascetics, as cows
grazing covering tiger-skin.
4.Disguised saints are as
fowlers at bush.
5.Pretending hypocrites’ discarding passion,
make repentance later.
6.No substitution for a moral
pretending renounced hypocrites.
7.Men appear fair, possess
dark-heart as kunri-nose.
8.Dark-hearted men bathe as
if pure ascetics.
9.Judge men by deeds
unlike arrow appearance.
10.Giving-up hating habits need
no shaving,growing-hair.
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Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU, INDIA
Published in poetrysoup.com on 13-12-13
Categories:
imposture, character,
Form: Couplet
Dearly beloved,
My angel from above, my vine yard that spiral through the roof.
Without a doubt you sprung and begun to run wild.
Out of the dust and dawn of laughter,
You manage to steel my heart felt love like an actor.
My beloved,
With such craftiness of betrayal,
You deceive the heart that loves you more than the soil that moles you.
My enchanting imposture,
you swindle the heart of goal, for a world of monsters.
Like a beautiful rose that’s dying without water,
The hope of a soulful human is defeating all due to a man that suffocates the love of a mortal.
Categories:
imposture, sad, heart, heart, love,
Form: Rhyme
Crimson rose you bloom and grow
Fragrant and free you open toward light
Though your life lingers so brief
Your beauty reaches me bright
Tempted I am to reach over and pinch
Your thorns surprise me by an inch
and clinched my jaw shut
For you pierced my finger
For but a moment the pain will linger
Trickle crimson upon my thumb
wrapped it tight as a drum
I walk away and admire from far
Your thorns remind me who you are
Categories:
imposture, confusion, people, sad, me,
Form: Lyric