often wisely observed and evaluated
two to tango is a shared responsibility
too often not shouldered
the real value and beauty of two in a tango
lies in devotion, perseverance, loyalty
it is an unfailing commitment
to move in harmony, a balanced unity
symmetry, maintaining an equilibrium
a consonance in an infrangible coherence
two to tango is a loving embrace
that mesmerizes the dance floor
provocative, stimulating, seductive, alluring
hinting at times, a salacious aura
and when i muse on these aspects
i believe two to tango in the latter
is more in line with the aspects of life
where the magic reflects in the eyes
of the Most High, with a lifted eyebrow
a peccadillo compared to refusing responsibility
are we not told the greatest of these, love
as Mr. Spock would say, dancing is logical
if two must tango
Oregon 10/1/26
Over the years, looking across the tables at you
ambiance may change
meals range from simple
to aromas meandering tropical islands
roaming ports of call in far-off lands
the little Diner of long ago
caught in a torrential downpour
afterwards the petrichor aura
riding home with you
there remains that infrangible moment
when your tableware searches for another morsel
caught up in a moment intent
looking up, your eyes meet mine
a Duchenne smile adorned by doves perching
upon the Cupid's bow you wear
the moment i am reminded
reaching across the table
the oxytocin in touching your hand
rainbows are forever
Eugene 8/25/26
The mulberry fell to its knees;
in Smith-Gilbert Garden, it prays,
near the moss-stone steps;
and I look on, in curiosity.
It was an oddity, but I learned
of its plight. In sorrow, we make
it right, a great fall onto infrangible ground.
Like a bonsai tree, twisted.
Listed, like a ship at storm,
but sailors will never use nets,
to cast, for silent butterflies;
In July, they gather.
Hereby is Summer magic,
buzzing bees, buckeyes, swallowtails
and painted ladies (sailors swear by them).
Yes, all the prayers needed.
Unimpeded, the mulberry fell,
whilst fluttering wings that disappear
in season’s cold, bring merriness,
there’s little hope for thee.
Still, we visit the treasure that bows,
climb the steps, for a further glimpse.
This garden is where I stroll
among the butterflied tree.
Have I ever wasted words on lower-cases and capitals?
Laying beneath cool ground spring, waiting in its vestibules
Happiness can be found loving this Earth for its residuals
Toothpicks of this stand; reaching for heaven in tones, sepia
'Til they're filled with what's beneath me; green colors plethora
Flowers soon will be dancing on this bed; just as they have before
One cool soft rain from nature's mother; this landscape will live once more
Against sky-blue tapestry; worthy of a majuscule
A moment infrangible; in my record, no-way minuscule
Precious bluebird, here alone
I think of you, my thoughts then roam
On flights of fancy there I go
Exotic places I don't know
But everywhere my flight does land
There's turquoise water, powdered sand
And there I make a place for you
And look across that ocean blue
I strain my eyes across the vast
My coordinates to you I cast
And hope to see your sail one day
Approaching me to always stay
Your every want, your every need
Here on earth I'd try to feed
And if I couldn't what I'd do
Is I would play guitar for you
It's my way of giving me
Pure and open, all for free
Its value isn't tangible
But my love is infrangible
It's solid, real, and will be there
For all my life for you I'll care
And wait and hope the day will come
When separate hearts can beat as one
I must travel to that space to where I know my own perfection
To turn my eyes to the most uplifted of exalted heavens
To feed the grace of challenge and objection
As the daring confrontation to my guide to never lessen
Bearing the thrust, lifting the weight of my verdict's devotion
So to never be a slave to any untruth given
This foundation of my soul's country - its home is willingly chosen
By the criterion and wealth of its knowledge and acceptance to live in
And abide in the sweet refrain of resolve and determination
February 3, 2020
Pick A Title, Vol 13 - Lyric Poetry Contest/Infrangible Resolve
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Being broken into pieces by repeated defeat,
I was knocked down; heart skipped its beat,
The last hope was vanished; no signs to succeed,
Failures had drained all my energy to proceed;
People, with their own delusional notions,
Concluded that I was left with two options;
One is to stay defeated; other is to give up,
No words of motivation to pump me up,
While brain was falling prey to naysayers,
My heart, still had its unhappened prayers,
While body was breathing the defeat song,
My heart, still wanted to prove them wrong,
Overcoming setbacks with infrangible heart,
I stood up; rushed for a positive journey restart,
Conquering hurdles, running an extra mile,
I proved them wrong; walked away with a smile....
The stairway to nowhere:
The desert where you wander when you dream
That dry plane with cold marbles
Under the hot overhead
Where shadows have passed
Somewhere close to my mother laughing
Somewhere close to me jumping
In this crystal house with transparent multifarious rooms
Each with the stars as the infrangible ceiling
The wimpled windows
Let light break
In to this Aeolian world
Like a quixotic visitor
It weaves itself into the matter
Dares to light it up
In the night
If only briefly
Before it leaves
On the stairway to nowhere
Infrangible my soul resides in its heart,
Nonpareil on globe is our native land,
Debonnaire adds upto its dominion,
Iridescent culture its exquisite charm,
Acclivity and power we always dream of !!
A golden sparrow once known, will resume its
glitter,
The entire world will shimmer with its splendour !!
A tiny fish in vast ocean,
Desirous to swim at liberty,
Direction and depth beyond measure,
Delicate with shiny witty eyes is me,
My Upma to a fish stands real true.
I am a thunder in the sky that enlightens,
A fire in hearts that sets one ablaze,
A thought velocious that travels to infinity,
A strong emotion that never unwinds,
Upma is a simile to all and stands true.
A pent up anger that goes in tears,
An endurance of an intense torture,
A pang that rankles after the agony,
Entirely original though comparable,
My rights are absolutely infrangible,
A simile means Upma and that's me !!
Written on 21/12/13 for
Contest- who are you....
A tiny fish desirous to swim at liberty,
In vast ocean and depth beyond measure, is me.
Always elated, witty with communicable smile,
Unique still found simile as my name says.
Fire in my heart not possible to tranquilize,
Touch of a thunder would always enlighten,
Thoughts in my mind travel fast to infinite,
Much of my pent up anger goes in tears,
Emotions beyond control, at times unwind,
I am More of a soul rather than a body.
Alike marvelous and merciful, not knowing,
Intensity of what I endure by present torture,
But by chiefly the pang that rankles after it,
Completely original, I quaff my ale with gusto,
My rights I consider entirely infrangible ,
No matter what else you may take away from me!!
He can be menacingly persuasive
As he shakes the stone walls of the room
With maniacal screams about your impending doom
He can be reassuringly convincing
As he croons about the very few chosen
Like him destined long before birth to be in heaven
His faith seems infrangible as iron
But it is also iron cold, ironically iron dead
Rusting away with blind bigotry swelling his head !
.
Though the faith
he professess
seems infrangible as iron,
it is also iron cold,
iron dead,
rusting away
with bigotry
and conceit
swelling
his egotistical
head!
indeed, he can be menacingly persuasive,
violently shaking the stone walls of the room
with maniacal screams about your impending doom;
and, he can be so soothingly reassuring
when he croons about the few who have been chosen
like him, destined before birth to be in heaven;
but though his professed faith appears as solid
and infrangible as iron, it is also iron cold, iron dead,
rusting away with bigotry swelling his head !
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