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I look out for you in the emptiness, day and night,
‘cause for a long while you’re out of my sight.
My heart beats with the pulse of yearning pure,
as my essence embraces your graceful allure.
Your fairy footprints have faded, but these I trail
to the fervent destination of desire not yet stale,
where with the flame of love I envelop you,
turning into burning ember of craving anew.
I feel I’ve plunged into the fathomless void wary,
as the debris of shattered sky falls around me.
The sparks of your charm the new sun rays fling,
creating for me the colorful collage of longing.
In the sunburst horizon drenched by hued shower
dreamy dawn blossoms like spring-tinged flower.
The silver sequins make the topaz dewdrops glow,
flashing like your sparkling smile in my meadow.
I’m drowned in the flood of your love, I tell you,
I swim mesmerized on cloud nine, you’ve no clue.
I’m not tired wandering in the wasteland so long,
my love for you is forever, don’t get me wrong.
As I look at the blue depth of your sapphire eyes
my heart pulsates with a new rhythm I fantasize.
My soul absorbs your aura I earnestly implore,
saturates my senses with the glint of elation I adore.
(Inspired by the song "Shake The Ground" by Glenn Hughes)
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Children’s hands stained with fruit color in spring water,
right next to the old mill
where the yellow sand is sprinkled into rocks.
Moss and blueberries
on lumps of discarded illusions, they grow
up in the oak forest.
A wolf’s face with a mouth full of acorns
hungrily looks at the city with hot eyes,
and into the river light
between stone monoliths.
*
Like fugitives from the past
In the new year beginning,
at the window above the narrow passage
we have begun new countings.
Nights in the Old Town
with a quiet fire to welcome life
they reveal all the secrets
flowing in torrents to the water
waiting down there
at the end of a paved alley
and turns west
towards the dormant canals.
*
The river carries stones within its bed
been paid in gold millet.
Absorbs Eastern prayers,
they sprinkle the roofs asleep
and falls on the water
drunk with the holy words
of the hearts lost
in languages and names.
We are looking for an old book nest
created by mysterious visitors from the south
that let forgetfulness walk
and guards the shadows in deep sleep
under our hearthstone.
*
At night, you caress me on your lap,
and deep joy is awakened,
you bring peace by praying for us.
Ice cubes flow down the chest
melts on the thighs,
but the flow of kisses is down the back
unpredictable to the very end.
I hug you tired in my nest
while the smell of your hair on my face
whispers that it is unimportant
Are the city streets
covered with a gold
or with stone gray.
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Mind
absorbs
thought evolves
words image in
tongue voices out which other one's ear hears
sweet sound brings smile to the face of other
hard words pinches
depresses
mind feels
bad
For Michael Falotico's
Double Tetractys contest..... Poetry Contest
Written on: 15th November 2011
A mirror that ponders ere it reflects
On images gathered on facts,
Is it what we call consciousness?
All-alive human awareness?
A bit afraid I’m jealous,
And I won’t confess, but quite nervous.
Prajnyanam Brahmn, Upanishads said,
Knowledge for nirvana, what a handy maid!
Universal in nature and for all,
Not a thing proprietorial,
Not a gift given to humans alone,
A wave is wave and a part of mighty ocean
So is rising from well within
Consciousness how so thin--
One that wakes up all of a sudden
When everything that be known is known,
Like a poet absorbs it all
And poetry is born like a natural fall,
There’s nothing from it to recoil,
Seeds sown, watered well, sprout from soil.
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Happenings | 11.05.2026 | man, mirror, poet, free verse
Note: Continuation from ‘AI that poses who I am’.
PERPETUAL POEMS
A poem is never merely still born,
It has its creator's eyes,ears and nose
Yet,unique it lives a life of its own
Independent,well able to stand alone;
On others it can,influence,affect
Energise,direct or initiate
A response,unforseen and immediate
Or lie dormant,yet not dead,but waiting;
Watered by another's mutual bond
resurrected,to live again,again.
A WORDS WORTH
I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.
To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.
A POETS PROGRESS
Through a personal lens I think,then write
Perspective's gaze alters,from night to night,
As blotting paper,absorbs impressions
Of poetry's learned and unlearned lessons;
my anthology,my journey's log book
From mainstream or the back lanes I took,
An emphasis upon a favoured form.
Those endeavours which I,on reflection mourn;
I change,I alter or perhaps stand still
In retrospective of a fogotten will,
And yet,driven by this creative itch,
Each day,I,this word tapestry must stitch.
Listen to me read these poems on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
They wear the name
before they wear the heart.
Their mouths speak mercy,
But their hands throw stones.
They laugh at the poor,
and call it wisdom.
They look at weakness
as entertainment.
They help you--
then ask for payment
in silence broken by shame,
in rumors louder than truth.
They tell you to pray
while they tighten the circle around you,
a group that claims holiness
while making your life feel like exile.
Their words are weapons…
never medicine,
cutting deeply
while claiming to correct.
They pray not for light,
but for your fall,
and when it comes,
they turn away as if innocent.
They post your pain without permission,
turning your wounds into content,
and your dignity into a joke.
They offer no break, no mercy,
not even in holy time!
Christmas absorbs their Bitterness,
the New Year begins without mercy.
The leader hides in shadow.
A proxy takes the seat beside you,
cups your words,
and spreads them around.
They shame you openly,
circulate your image,
and when you break your silence,
they call you Broken, Unstable, Unreal.
They judge how you spend;
the way you get by day to day,
as if belief gives them the right
to decide for you.
They Welcome you warmly
their decision is already fixed.
When you see behind the curtain,
they erase you
by turning people against you.
So tell me…
Is a good reputation always good?
Is a bad one always deserved?
Evil moves quietly,
often in prayer circles,
often behind clean images
and loud hallelujahs.
But TRUTH - does not need Noise.
Cascading waves of azure wash ashore
while cerulean curls color the sky;
subservient to time and nothing more.
The Sea absorbs a zillion drops of rain,
from a melody of showers and storms;
a dominatrix of pleasure and pain.
From indigo shades to aquamarine
She is the heart and lungs of our planet,
but, we have turned Her into a latrine.
Sullied by centuries of pollution;
Her shores are littered, no longer pristine;
for we lack a practical solution.
Our once-thriving, living Sea is dying,
placing the whole world in grievous danger:
till one can almost hear Nature crying.
It is almost full moon
and I am surrounded by Earth in the night light,
Up here perched on top of my roof
As if I had no where else to go.
I feel more real up here than I do down there,
Yet I am isolated and still
as night’s air hangs on my skin while moon’s light absorbs me
into the life we forget as we go about our day.
Songs of crickets in the ground wash over the noisy sea
Beneath the idea I live as me.
I peer through your open window
Distracted by the colour of your TV,
Cars in the streets, people pacing in their homes.
But moon’s light absorbs me away
Into the dark blue sky of stars
Abundant above in absolute adoration…
And I am in awe.
Why not this reality set me free?
Why am I bound by day and all its modern technology?
My spirit is weeping.
The longer I sit upon my roof
The clearer I see through dark trees and vast seas
Alone with the sounds of the night’s world
my being years for inner peace.
Form:
*LIFE, WHAT A RUSH*
Silence needs to be spoken and put out like a cigarette
The joy - the laughter - the expression found in a silhouette
Inhale the wholesomeness - Exhale the worthiness.
The soul- addicted to all the toxins this world contains
Life is like nicotine circulating throughout your veins
Wrath is a venom that absorbs all the fumes that flow
Trigger the mind and you'll see smoke blow
Hope entwined with clouds of wisdom
Tobacco strangling every inch of the nerve system
Vapors exceed emotions, love and veneration
Smog proceeds in slow motion
Puffing the beauty, by draining the heart and mind
Filtering all the nicotine bad breath left behind
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Gravity conquers desire
It devours and absorbs all
In the black colorless heaviness of the inevitable
It is the ballast of conflict, fear and hate
Its weight takes everything in the fall
Hope, faith and joy all fail in its evolution
Before the powerless sovereign gate
Closed and locked
Imprisoning the spirit to degenerate
From the freedom to unfold
The Karmic soul's fate
This breed of men and thought
In the times of now and not
Is the reason for wars and discontent
The wrought iron passage to nothingness
To free the change
To light the way and eliminate
This dark and human less place
Gravity it seems to me
Is not what it means to be
It simply holds the universal place
When it comes to setting us free
We are the Captors and Creators
That harbor its departure to be so
Free