—The Ancient Address—
All suddenly creation lost its tongue,
and streams, repudiating law, climbed high
toward hills whose ancient thirst had long been sung,
whilst astral fires came trembling from the sky
to rest within my hands; the clouds hung down,
their inverted bosoms veiling earth;
the trees relinquished green, and every crown
assumed strange hues no mortal bloom had birthed.
The oceans kindled with an inward flame,
and fishes, burning, breached the firmament,
their scales inscribing stars no chart could name,
whilst distances drew breath where none was meant;
the road remembered feet not yet made flesh—
yet thou didst come, and being knew thy breath.
Down the majestic mountain, over the grassy knoll,
Themes verdant, chromatic, summer’s vistas scroll,
Rustling zeal of willows, as zephyrs-avid gently blow,
Propelling tides of vigor, where rivers burbling flow.
Cherishing blooming prairies, birds frolic and trill,
Gliding over scenic valleys, reveling flight of thrill,
Circling back to realm serene vying mirthful trees,
Warbling soft melodies amidst buzzing beats of bees.
Scattering gloomy shapes, clouds tenebrous reign,
Floating haze over horizon, shrouding vibrant terrain,
Unleashing with gusting winds feisty rain showers,
Swirling, whirling mid-air, delicate petals of flowers.
Storm cedes to calming breeze waltzing long shadows,
Quivering in twilight, scintillating face of meadows,
Luring glances of smiles where blossoms of lilies cajole,
Enthralling enamored eyes, as leisurely people stroll.
Inscribing motifs amethyst, as day’s journey slows,
Refracting sun’s golden rays, skyline-amber glows,
When passions of lovers, to blushing eve disclose,
Secret lyrics of passion, hearts romantic compose.
Red moon rising, a globe ruby, an opulent theme,
A scarlet smile, a sight tranquil, a heavenly dream,
Weaves fabric of passions deep, as desires gleam,
Notions-romantic, undulating joy on stellar stream.
Hues iridescent paint a canvas of chromatic skies
Luring gazes, inflaming fervor of enamored eyes,
Glued to vision, intimate pleas of hearts surmise,
Inscribing crimson, where motifs moonstruck rise.
Embracing red moon, heartbeats rhapsodic tiptoe,
Caressing adoration of emotive eventide aglow,
Where, breezing affection, zephyrs amatory blow,
Whispering sweet-nothings, secrets fervent bestow.
As rhythms of our heart, lyrics of our soul rhyme,
Avowing pledges revered, through the song of time,
Reciting words divine, replaying promises sublime,
Under the red moon, we laud, bliss of love in prime.
Across celestial beauty, as impulses-angelic scroll,
Hypnotizing minds, captivating essence of soul,
A red moon tantalizing, O, sensuously we extol,
Weaving fabric of passions fantasies moonlit cajole.
Writing
Poetry, prose
Penning my heart and soul
Against blank, white leaves, inscribing
Natures
Song of my heart Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
May 13, 2023
When missives of love amber winds reveal
Strumming ardent music of romantic themes
As bashful moon delights blushing eventide,
And doting hearts aspire to call of desires;
Meet me then, darling, as memories revive
Sparkling sweet smile of twinkle in your eyes.
By the river’s edge, where passions spree,
Hand in hand we stroll in fervor of ecstasy
Beneath glimmers scintillating stellar glee
As we amble in reveries for miles and miles
Where, pulses passionate, longingly chime
Of two souls in embrace, content in paradise.
Sitting on shores, adulating river burbling,
Listening to love crooning innermost feelings,
We wish this moment will hum till eternity,
Lost in night’s glory as it cedes to dawning
When golden beams glisten mauve breeze
Inscribing on horizon our periwinkle dream.
February 5, 2023
Poem of the day on February 7, 2023
Placed 1st: My Dream Date Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
I dreamt a dream that renewed kindred memories
Rekindling past passions of moonlit love-themes,
Enamoring love-embers blooming heartfelt longings,
Crooning hints-romantic~ life’s a beauteous dream;
When merrily you enthralled me in springs of yore
Fetching yesteryears’ treasured keepsakes to fore
Lauding pages of albums seasons bygone adored
Reviving ardent allure, questing for love evermore.
I recognized fervid smiles of twinkles in your eyes
Tethered bashfully to arc of love on fulgent skies,
As together we watched winsome emotions climb
Inscribing on celestial canvas, halo of love sublime;
Just as Venus smiled and Moon winked impishly
When brilliant stars avowed~ forever we shall be,
And song of lark strummed of a mirthful morning,
Rising in paradise you envisioned for you and me.
Embraced in delight through night’s blissful fantasy
Inflaming love’s yearnings stoking endearing instincts,
Ascribing form and meaning to abandoned reveries,
Greeting me, you agreed~ life’s a beauteous dream.
October 6, 2022
Placed 1st: The Mystical Dream Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Since you left, I've been unable to dream,
I toss about in tangled sheets all night.
And fold paper planes, odd as that may seem,
preparing the night's fledgling fears for flight.
I believed we'd be together till death,
till you cast me aside: alone and scared.
And left little incentive to draw breath,
what hurt the most was that I thought you cared.
Each night, I scribble down my hurt and pain,
inscribing how love devastated me.
And fold that page into a paper plane;
wanting the winds of fate to set me free.
And await a breeze to launch my letter:
hoping once it takes flight, I'll sleep better.
Ink
with acuate nib
you trace my skin,
inscribing the slimmest contours
next to your old scars
what is this book you write
in blood and darkness
what shadows your mind
and guides your pen to slaughter
that you want to see me
unhinged, demented,
vanished into your words,
irrecoverable
do you crave the death
you cannot have
so much that
you must find it
in others
scratching at me
with furious strokes
as if to blot out
your own poison
until I am made
a volume of nonbeing,
indited in scars,
obliviated by ink
Lines of immortality,
words on the page
Inscribing a vision,
all thoughts to remain
Death with her envy,
corporeal greed
Robbed of my legacy
—alive with each read
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)
Oh, my darling, how passionately you whisper to me
Secrets of forbidden love, titillating magical feelings
Mesmerizing romantic night in blossoms of dreams
Beckoning to heavens above to fulfill sweet fantasy
Alluring sensuous desires twinkling in glistening skies
As I feel your vibes, sparkling in your glamorous eyes.
Ah! river’s serene zeal rejoices your sensuous appeal
Rippling exhilaration emanating from tranquil stream
Sensing my arrival in tenor of soft midnight breeze
Rustling shamrock leaves echoing hearts’ tender music
As melodies of doting souls warble from smitten trees
Jubilant in aspirations, mythical fascinations reveal.
Chasing earthly passions in rhythms of ecstatic ballad
Oh, how I, quixotic star, inflame in your cuddling arms
Crooning breaths on sensual lips, answering you call
Satiating night you vied for, till I part at stroke of dawn
Leaving behind part me to forever cheer your heart
Inscribing upon eternal memories, fable of romance.
September 30, 2020
Placed 1st: Impacts and metaphors poetry contest
I Am Troubadour...
I am troubadour;
the singer and the swinger
of ancient lyrical lines,
as I inscribe them with my pen.
I am traditionalist;
of writing down many thoughts,
inscribing them on parchment skin
the feelings of inner self.
I am the smith;
a crafter of dexterity
in using many points of view;
when putting down on paper.
I am storyteller;
the one likes to relate
and tell tales of the past,
when sitting at my post
as a new verse unfolds.
and as for all of this
I am the lover of many words,
I am troubadour
and the scribe of writing down,
which effectively
comes from within my mind….
Francis Cooper - Mac
Time's Weavings, As I Brood Upon Them
Shut inside windows open W I D E
I age 1,000 years
To your one.
The Past turns in tight circles upon the Present,
Inscribing itself in memories
Lending textures to the future,
Pains and pleasures,
Loves and losses,
Bitter, sweet,
All fall together to become tomorrow,
To break apart and cycle on again.
Outdoors, beyond a window full of November's clouds
A child runs gaily past,
While up the street, with ancient, measured tread,
A crone approaches;
Youth and age will meet and cycle 'round again.
I turn grey thoughts within my mind,
Composing poems as Significant Others
Drift in and out of the rooms of my life,
Now babe, Now child, Now youth, Now adult
Now gone.
Friends and lovers weave the warp together,
Light and shadow chase one another through the rooms,
Whispering secrets of change.
In emerald dreams of a romantic isle
Beholden to your signature smile
Kiss me tender in secrets of runes
Cuddled in arms of a sensuous moon
Attach a note to verses of love
Tell me once more--the song's forever
Align yourself in visions lavender
Surfing the winds on butterfly wings
Chasing blossoms of lilac flowers
Hugging the banks of a giggling river
Reject the confused subconscious vibes
That contort the truth dwelling in lies
Yearning to win your seal of acceptance
And, oh my dear, be forewarned
Of glittering metals--prone to corrosion
Imitating designs of genuine jewels
Befriended by unscrupulous people
Is it any surprise that the golden sun
Rises for you on the tangerine arc
And paints your hues in purple splendor
Inscribing there in colors of spectrum:
My love for you shall remain eternal
September 5, 2019
HM: Strand special 10 by Brian Strand
Ten word challenge 1 poetry contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Required words in order presented:
signature, cuddled, attach, align, confused,
subconscious, contort, seal, corrosion, surprise
He is the angel of destruction,
So far away yet so very near,
Homing around with words that irritate;
Words of truth,
Words that hurt.
She is the angel of destruction,
Not only because she doesn't favour God,
But because she loves hypocrisy,
Insincerity and pretence.
Hating the truth,
The truth that hurts.
We are the angels of destruction,
Very ordinary and true,
With a carefree heart and mind,
Inscribing actual and fertile deeds;
Deeds of truth and deeds that hurt.
Angels not of God we are,
With all free willpower,
To be what we want to be.
Fate assist in many ways.
Assisting the truth,
Despising the false.
Did you wear your life out;
did you use it all up
—what are you saving it for
We’re all running headlong
toward a hole in the ground
—that the past and future insure
Are you stuck on tomorrow
lost in wishes of things
—hoping there’s still more to come
Will your headstone bring sorrow
to those mourning your loss
—inscribing what never got done
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)
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