The cart of time carries me along the ordained path
from the listless life rooted in the threshold of present
to the desolate wilderness where I was once.
That’s the fading past receding away fast,
waiting to get abandoned and obliterated.
Lying in the shadow’s edge of the furtive future,
creating the convivial flood of copious craving,
inundating the lavish landscape of my ornate life,
I dwell in the fancy desire domain of perpetuity
with the deathless dream of delusive longevity.
I perceive the pulsating memory undying
reside in the remote recess of the passionate past,
where the beguiled bird of my love for life
soars in the seamless sky of my sensual present,
wings of hope flutter to fly past the future horizon.
I drift to the certain end with the immortal soul,
floating entranced in the sublime sea of eternity
with winds of love blowing on impermanent sail.
I yearn to get from the divine time for my life
the treasured magnanimous gift of longevity.
I skirmish amidst the growling hounds
The lashing waves, the acoustic sounds
The tempest’s call, a supercilious strength
Reinvigorating my might, impinging my breath
I solemnly pledge to battle the sea
Till the last drop of my blood shall bleed
I coveted to obliterate through the tides
Only if the serendipity of my toil abides
I shall stand my ground with a triumphant roar
I shall manifest what the latter adore
For the multitude shall praise me
With its inundating galore.
Greet me--Spring sprite,
fresh, docile smile,
whose whispers woo
with hymns of lover's tune.
Enamor me with fizzy phrases;
As doting night enthralls,
with stars,
the bashful moon.
Cove me within
thy bossom's veil
of plusing neverending
blazing charm.
Congenial hover, as clouds do
to pacify and gently soothe
the brassy, heated,
brazen flaming sun.
Dreach my dreams
with valiant gales
of furor baron's
kisses gained.
Like Nature's gift of life,
revive the plains' drought
with cloudburst of
Heaven's inundating rain.
My heart and mind don't align
I yearn for dreams to yield but vegetate
Putting off things for the very next day
My willpower is always at its lowest
Laziness floods my habits and goals
Until I drown in unsuccess.
The bed, so invitingly soft
It tempts me into a languid slumber
While a half-finished coffee mug
Sits cold on my window sill
My mobile phone, a dangerous distraction
As I scroll hours through social media when awake
Squandering my precious time away
My mind keeps dwelling on the past
Inundating memories of joy, sorrow and regrets
Serving no purpose
Then I slid into an eternity of pleasant thoughts
Of how to spend the next day of my life.
Withholding nothing
Your love engulfing my life
Way you look tonight.
Spring marches its way south, inundating
the winter steeled earth struggling to drink
the season’s flood. So I bide time, waiting
for thirsty trees to flourish red and pink.
Yet when the heavens seal their divine doors
and the portal outdoors reopens wide
the red-pink promises of spring are floors
of brownish, brackish sludge when rain subsides
The birds are singing, or are they crying?
The mud is clinging to every footfall
Grasping with desperation, decrying
walks in the woods, holding me in its thrall
So I yield to the season’s iron will
and listen to the songbird’s somber trill
"Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher"
William Wordsworth
With the rhythm of his passionate poetry,
rolled the silver-crested wave of romanticism,
inundating the shore of English literature,
where he emerged as the seminal figure.
The beauteous natural world
imparted didactic quality to his poems,
finding correspondence between nature and soul,
and between self and matchless imagination.
The color, fragrance and sounds of spring,
shine of autumn sky, sparkle of sun-soaked water,
made lasting romantic impression in his mind,
influencing the growth of his poetic genius.
He had firm faith in the magnificence of nature
as the prime source of true happiness and joy,
that could enlighten the kindheartedness,
and enhance the spiritual awareness.
A worshipper of nature, he eulogized its charm,
captured the flushing splendor of the landscape
when he felt he “wandered lonely as a cloud”,
to be aptly christened as the poet of nature.
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January 16, 2023
Contest : Beloved Poets
Sponsored by : Regina McIntosh
The essential constituents of captivating charisma
align with the fabric of consuming sincerity,
find the adornment of internal beauty
spread invisible film on deceptive external ugliness,
remove the distressing doubt that it can’t be irresistible.
An overwhelming humane faith fosters the faculty
of being aware of depressing deficiency of the being.
The demonstration of the cherubic charm
expresses the life-force that tows the tide of lure,
inundating the landscape of deserted hearts.
On the seraphic shore of the sublime soul,
the supreme designer makes the destined inner circuitry.
The pattern creates innate magnetism of divine beauty,
attracts the consciousness essence of mortal elements
to the emancipating aura of amazing bliss.
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October 25, 2022
Contest : Our Innate Magnetism
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
February 5, 2023
For Brian Strand's Your Option Contest
A rolling drum of thunder resonated
outside lightning twisted across the grey
expanse of sky simply inundating.
Trees began to tango, swirl and jive
while sheets of rain plummeted from clouds
pummeling our startled lawn,
emboldening the rhododendrons to bloom,
liberating the Clematis to sprout,
invigorating and exciting the whole garden
and all before the first day of spring.
Cascade of golden thread,
inundating web of light
kindling fires of ecstasy,
as blossoms stretch to heights;
blushing shower of flowers
soon scent springtime’s spray.
Elysian babes in Gaia’s nursery
ringing silent laughter to the sun,
gifting hope despite the elements.
Sacred stories unsung to earth
glean sustenance from her womb;
a celebration of rebirth.
Rose of bleeding hearts desire,
you sweet perfumes are elation.
Garden caretakers work full-time
and hopeful dreams do not elude
the awakening spirit’s
sip of refreshing dew.
3-12-2020
Spring Showers or Spring Flowers Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh
An Inconceivable Force
Imagine...
An inconceivable force mystically sculpting
then infusing consciousness within brainwaves
of every living being, impalpably bestowing
freedom of thought and independence in
self-expression or of emotions encased in doubt or
belief, allowing the inner spirit to visualize and
comprehend the meaning of justice and absolute truth
immersed in the warmth of invisible love immeasurably
timeless, An Essence which indomitably reigns Supreme
without any constraints of reins or chains, omnipresent
in the midst of scorching solar beams, or blinding
snowstorms and inundating torrential rains...
Breathing in the chromatic fields
such tranquility as it yields.
to fade away the winter’s gloom
and celebrate the springtime blooms.
With elation of souls caress
I inhale the splendidness;
the aroma cache has been renewed
with sweet scents buds imbued.
Walking in the greenery
a kaleidoscope of scenery;
imprints its’ love upon my soul
as river sings upon its’ roll.
Inundating cascade of flora and fauna;
has me celebrating Gaia’s Nirvana.
2-26-2021
Breath of Spring Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh
Nimbus clouds drifted over me from the sinking horizon
Etched on these I saw the image of my marooned mind
Wandering forlorn in the seamless smoky sky of sorrow.
Broken dreams drizzled from the melting morose clouds
Enmeshing me with the latent lattice of gripping gloom
Gliding on the surging cascade of agony inundating the eyes
In swirling storm of devastating despair I searched for a trail.
Nascent dawn ascended with the rising sun promising me
New beginning as I found fervent hues flash on your face
Inspiring me to return from the edge of desolate wasteland
Never to stray away from the verge of the verdant meadow.
Gleefully I began a new journey on the garden path with you
Saw in your eyes all my departed dreams return one by one.
January 30, 2021
Contest : New Beginnings
Sponsor : John Hamilton
She comes to sing for bread and breath,
In a pathway by his window.
Time too is stopping this morning
With a longing to hear her voice.
She tiptoes, then stops, then tiptoes
Until she reaches the window.
Song in her mouth, guitar on her
Hand with fingers fixed on the cords,
But no song can come out because
Her lyrics get lost in his eyes.
She tries to draw back, but is drawn
Forth by that force the rose best knows.
So she stands and longs for his heart,
And spells his name on her guitar.
Then a new song fills her lips,
His heartbeat guiding the rhythm.
The lyric painting his portrait,
And the cords pulling him nearer.
He leaves the window and walks down,
Smiling, showing his thirty-two
Till he stands by her gentle side.
She keeps singing, inundating
Him with her soft honeyed voice.
He joins her, they sing and sing.
But when he turns to say a word,
She quietly walks away
Because she knows their skies are
Parallel to each other.
Walking after rain
the wind teases and taunts the branches tall
tickling leftover clinging leaves until they fall;
rain-soaked grasses fold and bend
pushed down by the inundating residue of rain escapes
puddles forming at the bend of pathways newest landscapes;
rushes float in the breezes soft and fine
feathery whisps release into the atmosphere fair
frolicking squirrels and rabbits skip and dance in the air;
solemn gray December days slide in
cooled and chilled in icy glazed froth gloss
chastizing lingerers persistent teases of autumn summer loss;
now dark, deep purple shaded clouds
slip in out of their winter nebulous shrouds
declaring phantom silhouettes bold, brazen and proud.
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