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Written: April 1st For Legend Silent One contest
Rumi Quote: Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.
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Legend whispers airily, of a time gone by,
When overwhelming zest, is heavy to deny.
Gathered and swirled—an area's embrace,
Until that ratling place, met its final trace.
Living things, how depressing and bleak.
In shadows they dwell, their spirits weak.
Existence casts a shadow of fear and strife.
Melting light onto the tapestry of life.
Legends tell a narrative of mystery and grace.
Mysterious spots have secrets, across space.
A game played in shadows and light.
A lovely day-night waltz of illusory and might.
Oh, to become fulfilled,
A journey of the heart,
Where dreams and desires are distilled,
And life's purpose finds its start.
Unpredictable, the outcome lies,
A mystery hidden from our eyes.
In the realm of uncertainty, dwells,
As the hidden tale of destiny tells.
Legends never die, heroes are remembered,
In tales and songs, their spirits tempered.
Through time embrace, their stories thrive,
In hearts and minds, they forever strive.
Legends, eternal and inspired,
Never weary, never retired.
Legends, eternal and grand,
Never falter, never lose their stand.
When legends wither, dreams do fade,
No additional greatness in their shade.
In every crag and gnarled tree,
In every rootless valley, you foresee,
Legends, as Haggard, do exist, do overflow
Jones, Rumi, and Sinatra: names that dance upon glow
A trio of souls, each unique, In their artistry,
Rumi poetry may melt souls heartedly.
Through every obstacle that may arise,
You'll find the strength to reach the skies.
With courage and grace, be ready to leap,
Over the obstacles that in your path creep.
And I ponder what doth set apart,
The legends, from the artists of mere heart.
Success, oh success, It's all in how you manage, no less.
With grace and skill, you must possess.
Ancestors Of old times
Time their visits to me,
In dreams and visions wake,
Awake me to the spirits I seek,
Seeking to renew life,
Living for tomorrow…
Tomorrow begins new
Newly wishing I’m free
Freely speaking my heart
Heartfully making songs
Sung inside this souls place
Placing it in life’s view…
Viewing the chaos realms
A realm where change blossoms
Blooming with new vigor
Vigorously starting,
The starts growing right up
Upward summer burgeons...
Burgeoning words blowing
Blown by winds directions
Directly unbound air
Airily circulates
To circumnavigate
Cirrus highs and fogs lows.
Form:
On a bright morning I was greeted warm
By a host of flowers of the self same hue
Smiling disarmingly from an orchid wild
With their white petals washed in dew
Amid the vernal green, they shone radiant
Like scattered stars bursting the seams of the sky
Airily they poised on their delicate stems
Waving at me from their stations high
Scattered here n’ there, not in neat array
They verily had an unusual charm.
Chanting in chorus, songs of lilting tunes,
They put my weary heart into a state of calm.
Had no idea from where they had come
Never had I seen the plant in bud before
They appeared abrupt as under a magic spell
I could count not one but a hundred more
Like festoons hung down from the turquoise sky,
They dangled down, bathed in sun’s early rays.
As they stood nodding at every gust of wind,
I stayed nonplussed admiring their simple grace.
Come hither, come thither, come nigh
Don't dither, don't blither, don't sigh
Ask me how, ask me where, ask me why
Come hither, come thither, come nigh
Dance airily, dance merrily, dance spry
Not warily, contrarily or sly
Come hither, come thither, come nigh
Bedazzle, becharm, beautify
Do sparkle, do sizzle, do fly
Ask me how, ask me where, ask me why
Be gracious, vivacious, sagacious
Not voracious, rapacious or salacious
Don't be judgmental, tempermental or ungentle
Come hither, come thither, come nigh
Don't shout, don't pout, don't cry
Tread lightly, tread brightly, glorify
Come hither, come thither, come nigh
Ask me how, ask me where, ask me why
Rudder than trigger, provoke,
incite..., voodoo curse
necessitating emergency visit
courtesy doctor Demento or his nurse
methought best to craft (airily)
nonsense sickle verse
yikes! maybe iamb
steadily getting worse
as poetaster wannabe,
which prognosis bodes ill
and p'raps best coon sitter
underwater basket weaving
enlist as water boy re: bucket
brigade for Jack and Jill,
hence imagine yours truly
amazingly gracefully dipping quill
within inkwell exerting intense utmost
control to keep right ting hand still
to pen employment
query expressing thrill
and natural born talent
to hand dill
you can easily envision me
balancing bucket fill
water atop noggin donned gone down
appellation trail resembling fountainhead
strengthening neck muscles till
yours truly capable
to shoulder and shrug Atlas
alas especially beneficial
in case arsonist kindles conflagration
preparation guaranteed courtesy fire drill
dashing hither and yon, to and fro
even at expense resembling
beetle browed fool on the hill
nonetheless earning reputation
continually increasing numbers
balancing full buckets with nary a spill
leaping lemur far and wide
globetrotting yawping shrill
excitement acquiring nonpareil skill
experiencing pride without prejudice
(nodding to ghost of Jane Austen),
perhaps launching startup Lil
Buck Kit Waters - drumming up business,
expanding, hiring, kickstarting franchise
oh... wealth estimated at least trill
yon, helping non antagonizing peep hill
drafting, modifying, updating... living will
in case I kick bucket unexpectedly
distributing liquid assets as good will.
(whose video powerfully, profoundly, and
positively affected this southeastern residing
Pennsylvania papa)!
Afflicted with Cystic Fibrosis since her birth
contagious exuberance, gung-ho,
infectious jubilance noah dearth
which eye opening (then tearing)
podcast link sent tummy
FaceBook account,
she distilled and
didst poignantly blog the
purpose driven life,
no matter...hmm...
her existential time
nearing thee finis
line on planet Earth
though upworthy defying
deathly clasp of grim reaper,
who scythe lent
lee doth await
she (titled lass of poem) established
a substantial supportive network,
via such an up
beat aura, charisma,
persona, et cetera create
ting global bond sans,
world wide web, aye equate
chance lucky opportunity
to witness airily especial
and gutsy acceptance
of her (congenital) grim fate
while this healthy
(as an oxymoron) lix
spit tilling chap doth hate
sweaty palms (a minor,
though tolerable inconvenience)
versus being irate
at an accursed disease
still no cure as of late,
yet...state of
the art revolutionary treatments
provide longevity, and... YES
possibility to discover a mate
though consigning severe limitations
but...WOW, that girl (unknown
til yesterday) doth narrate
positivity, which amazing
will power didst permeate,
within thine noggin
triggering sincere flowing tears
bursting forth at an unstoppable rate
hence this attempted rye
ming livingsocial tribute
to go for broke
esprit de corps elan trait
completing a bucket list
while eternal sleep will wait!
Ooh...this... just an amazing grace note
recalling how I felt like an ass
and wanna toot 'bout me getting steered
(as a heavy metal kid Rocker)
toward befriending a brass
see gutsy, horny,
and MainLine snooty upper class
action button down
(grace fully slick as vaseline), airily glinting
forcibly hawked, laundered, and pawned
by the instrumental
Mister Deangelo O'Donnell, High School
(mud flapping, ornery hearing,
and quid juicing Ska Welch ching)
music teacher oompah crass
tone deaf when aye trumpeted desire
to master the Coronet
analogous to pursing lips
blowing tightly held grass
blade between two abetted,
cinched fastened opposable thumbs,
which tooting a supposed aural aphrodisiac
to attract a zaftig well proportioned lass
(ideally shaped like a miniature Tuba)
with one steel funnel like mouthy mass
that probably explains, how such a gal
could easily emulate
facial pucker earning pass
to illustrious honorable first chair
and blasts gratitude akin
as Gabriel would declare
heavenly expressions conducting
angels thru atmospheric ether
alighting on mortal ushering melody
with rites of harkening
springtime Renaissance Faire
solar rays golden raiment
splays rainbow fragments off
beveled, bellowed, and
bedecked polished flare
audiological sound waves trick
saw toothed reflected
silhouetted orchestral shadows
to dance as conductor's baton gear
musicians horns ensemble
epochal feast to hear.
Queue, in my nation, is a customary circumstance,
Women, each day, stand in queues for municipal water;
Young and old, before government ration stores, stand in trance,
Youths, with diplomas, stand in queues for the imprimatur...!
Banks have long queues and the A.T.M counters have no less,
One could find, in front of Public Washrooms, the longest queues;
Sure, one could read on the faces of those in queues, big stress,
Yet, in a system where there is no system, can one choose...?
As queue has become part of our life we seldom anguish,
We have accepted and resigned to this fate, merrily;
We make friends with the one near us and, hence, never languish,
We take, hence, our physical and psychic aches airily...!
Though an imminent evil, queue teaches me endurance,
This, in turn, molds me and brings to life a vast difference...!!!
When sound waves go airily, communication becomes lively. From Mike to amplifier, Electrical signals reach speaker. Transmitter and receiver rely on Amplifier, This is the magic of acoustic transducer.
From recording to playing, A frequency is required for tuning. There is a resonance, To remove the silence With Sonic and ultrasonics Informations, Humans and animals find their applications.
Monsoon rain poured like cascade, Streets were full of small puddles, Children came back from school gladly, They jumped on the muddy puddles, Water splashed out of them airily, Their uniforms were completely wet, And they welcomed fever voluntarily, Hospitals were far away from hamlets yet , Parents were struggled to cure them hourly, They bought pills from the provision store, And gave them as first treatment poorly, It had been continued every year more, Alas, it was the condition of outposts always, Oh god ,save the villagers from the rainy days.