Long Alexandrine Poems
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I heard so long before, crying from fields where blow
it 'round the lonely stones, hair-waving gentleness.
Were it a poison o, still I would ride its breeze,
trailing so finely forgetting resentfulness.
How can it worry, when ne’r does it lack its ease
Winding and binding the waters and highest cloud?
Oh that I could have run past those unbending trees,
For to return to the land were my thoughts ring loud
when the breeze takes me away from this bleakest light.
Unto the storm! I go unto its lighten’d shroud!
Perverted science, our earth, oh our earth in plight.
Need them we never shall, for we shall never leave.
Stormy winds blow past our necks, and the gods, they know
When ones like we have found what they could never show.
Me, oh for me, thus myself low, in mourning. Such
men blame themselves, their lost love from whence hope arose.
Hope, it depends only on wishes ne’r conceiv’d
past what primordial dreams that men hold so close.
Fantastic imag’ry, happiness here receiv’d,
tells himself that which he wishes so much to hear.
How can a man so himself cover, so deceiv’d?
How did he think that this love, unthought, would appear?
How can he walk down this rail-thin road while so blind?
Whether he wonder’d if living or not, its here!
Sailing across the sea, riding waves, felt so kind.
Parted his life when his glass house did shatter, and
there in the fields, he lie on his back, pain’d so much.
Where was his love? Could it have been in fleeting touch?
Cried out he did when his life shatter’d ‘fore his eyes.
He wanted never to look back with morose face,
Only look forward to future loves, of this kind.
Laughter and joyous voice, sounded in man’s cold race,
touch’d by the countless works of dissilusion’d mind,
art from adversity, love from the artist’s heart,
pain’d from eternal grief, mark’d by eternal grind,
in love’s name, his one wish, from whence his hope would part.
Realiz’d that his heart will never see love again,
Turn’d to in desp’rate resistance against his heart,
winds, rays, and waters, his void fill’d with life again,
Were it a poison o, still he would ride the breeze.
Love loses meaning, emotion, no more he cries,
Only the sun, the stars and dark, cool ev’ning skies.
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Dactyllic Alexandrine
In the beginning ...," roosts;
Christians and Jewish boosts.
Hubs stretched out their ellipsed
rung, un-Earth cures eclipsed
space; science clues darkling,
emerging as sparkling.
Up and down, primordial
chains--retards cordial.
Time slot checking briefly
when brain cells claim chiefly.
Focused an analyst
review a panelist,
truth and not devious;
now, post-, and previous.
Be of good health, nourish,
mindful, and to flourish
together ... we harness
our outreached true farness.
Constants are the scatheful,
equaled by the faithful ...
life marks trails that puncture
time cross-over juncture.
Naysayers, "That's crackpot!"
Truth smiles at the jackpot
as hopes, a bit mournful
of those fiercely scornful
Truth be told--mortified,
unseat those fortified,
advent-relegating
actions delegating,
doting are distinguished
evil hailed extinguished,
sage passage dutiful,
heart imparts beautiful.
Gauging your fealty
accents self-realty ...
descension diminished;
exalted goals finished.
Daily scriptures strengthen,
understanding lengthen
all regenerated
by the venerated.
A righteous behavior,
prophets teach, a savior ...
of a lost lamb was--not,
for The Shepherd does--not,
hence, Heaven will cherish,
hell reroutes won't perish,
reborn renews brilliance,
transforming resilience.
Bestowed by God with faith according to Scriptures
I do strive to seek Him, begging for His guidance
Believing His wisdom, always perfect and right…
Divine intervention --- such I desire so well.
1985…
Toward college degree, yet away from my home
Scholarship gained along academic freedom
Yet Bible studies’ truth brought me to the Saviour…
Divine intervention --- my soul redemption set.
1991…
Alighting from the bus; then sprawling on the street
My body rested there… along that busy road
No vehicles passed by as I managed to stand…
Divine intervention --- the Lord guarded me well.
1996…
Teaching career flourished in great institution
Voluntary service versus secular job???
My choice must be resolved for full-time reaching-out…
Divine intervention --- The Master granted peace.
2003…
Ministry adjustments for orphanage venture
Government compliance and license to cope with
Another course-challenge; my heart yielded fully…
Divine intervention --- The Almighty gave joy.
2018…
Desirous for global poetry publication
My persistence fainted; but was soon ignited
Since providentially, I came across PS*…
Divine intervention --- Sovereign endowment.
2019…
My Daddy wished to leave the hospital alive
Doctor handed waiver as prayer was fervent
No to euthanasia; yes, I loved Dad so much…
Divine intervention --- Creator took him home**.
2021…
Our special child’s milestones definitely highlight
Miracles so wondrous despite pandemic blow
Diagnosed to progress toward retrogression***…
Divine intervention --- reflects God’s grace at work.
I thank the Lord indeed; His eyes**** watch over me
His hand remains outstretched to secure my footsteps
Blessing my trust in Him, blocking me from wrong moves…
Divine intervention --- His love’s affirmation.
*My Poetry Soup membership commenced on April 9, 2018.
**My Dad went to be with the Lord on January 2, 2019.
***Our special son is now 12 years old.
****2Chronicles 16:9 For the eyes of the LORD run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to shew himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect toward him…
December 22, 2021
Narrative in modified Alexandrine form
6th place, "DIVINE INTERVENTION" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on on 1/4/2022.
My thoughts reflecting upon a year that is about to pass into history. Each month bringing its own joy, sorrow, and contemplations. I have written It in the form of a couplet, adopting a 12 syllable meter per line of verse which can also be called Alexandrine. My thoughts are mostly based on Indian weather conditions which are diverse and complex in nature.
My resolution for the New Year was anew,
Then the time to break the resolution was due;
As the new year grew old again, so did my will,
A few clichéd preachings and the routine drill;
It was the month January, new was the year,
Armed with newer resolutions, I had no fear;
The month was gone, shortish February was here,
To grapple with resolutions, mind’s still unclear;
March, beware of the Ides, they bring nothing but gloom,
It was also the time for the flowers to bloom;
You should never forget the trusting April Fool,
Do not be deceived by friends, remain ever cool;
May, dedicated to labour, union’s call,
Yet, most reactions to work, often whimsical;
Summer was upon us as we reached mid-year June,
People could not bear the heat and were out of tune;
Just as I came to terms with the heat of tropics,
‘twas time to discuss rain and related topics;
Wet July had come, quenching, and never too soon,
The topics to discuss changed to stormy monsoon;
August, too rainy, no Sun, no blue sky, no fun,
Yet, vibrant shades of green filled uninspiring dunne;
The weather can get cyclonic, come September,
The havoc it caused was something to remember;
The ancient name for October, Winterfylleth,
Romans chose Octo to name the eighth for the tenth;
November, orphan nobody wants, damp and cold,
Uninspiring, barren too, nothing to behold;
Snowy December brought with it end of the year,
Heralding celebrations for X’mas, and New year;
Another year passes, promised all so much joy,
Delivered pain, hate, and too little to enjoy;
Why new hopes are always linked to resolutions,
Love forever primal fear confabulations;
If character, attitude is impeccable,
That’s when hope matches success glorifiable;
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Flame of life flutters, tide wanes sans reason,
Death drops shutters whilst life sinks in a pit,
The day looks dull, dark clouds when hides the sun,
Night gets moonless, cloudy and stars are no more lit.
Life's breathless breasts hide failing heart beneath
As if to mask a universal truth,
Creeping unseen, Death gnaws with gnarling teeth,
And still, the dying life dreams of her days of youth
And returns home carrying no suitcase
And leaves bare hands, all unfinished hopes hemmed,
As loveliest words get frozen on face,
And as some rarest poems may just die un-penned.
As some of life-long goals remain un-scored,
As one-sided love remains mute, wordless,
As life’s set sailed to float across un-oared
Lo, it suffers a new sentence to sail clueless,
Death cometh, two un-dotted times to dot,
To bring together two random journeys,
Sepulchral silence falls, church bells toll not,
As the air thickens and freezes, as doth chilled breeze.
And ye Life, like kids’ paper boats collapse,
Mere puddle it takes to soak it and sink,
Not a great storm to tilt as paper snaps,
Death hassles thee O Life to kiss thy own last brink.
Much maligned Death, thou art no enemy
Of Life— a darling friend of so many,
Ye walk with Life, so light thy levity,
And yet, for such largesse, ye get not a penny!
To thee Death, the morrow’s but next moment,
Thine future tied on a tenuous thread,
Ye live half-shut eyed, instant to instant,
And still, the last goodbye of thine is such a dread!
So, Death, feel thou firm as my fervent friend
Not to forget, we’re a Siamese twain,
Be my morrow till my life’s very end,
Together die shall we as one bound by a chain.
_______________________
Ode (musings) | 03.05.2012 | life, death
Note: the fourth line of each quatrain is two-syllable longer (a hexameter, with apology to Alexander Pope*).
* A needless alexandrine ends the song,
That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.
- from his poem An Essay on Criticism
**Content warning: depicts abuse (please skip to one of my more lightheaded poems if one needs to).
To you, your abuse began as a game or joke,
so insidious, so quietly inhumane,
a spontaneous, cautionary tale, and yet,
so quickly it transpired into something much more.
Church was unsafe, school was unsafe, and finally -
you made my last safety net, my home - a prison.
I had just turned five, the first time you wrapped your hands
around my throat, and thrust your thumbs through my windpipe.
The weight of both your knees crushed my infantile chest,
so I couldn't possibly, even gasp, for air.
I squirmed, a silent whimper, and tried to break free,
but I was only five, and you were thirty-eight.
Your whole body was like a boulder upon me.
My eyes weeped, and I tried to beg, but had no breath.
My small hands weren't enough to get you off my throat,
and in the end, despite my effort, I'd pass out.
And to you then, I was your lifeless figurine,
your sick play-thing, your ragdoll, your real-life puppet.
Then awake some moments later, gasping for air,
the nightmare continued, with hands around my neck,
until I was so asphyxiated - I shook.
As I lost air, I'd break out into a cold sweat,
my vision blurred and hazy, my voice laboured, coarse.
I would lay there confused, dazed, scared, broken, alone.
When I next awoke, oft a necktie held my hands,
and like clockwork, you'd seethe, spit condescending tones,
shout obscenities, lies, curses - unbeguiling.
Whilst your hands again, found themselves glued to my neck,
suffocating me over and over and over and o'er,
whilst all my dreary eyes, through tears, saw was 'father'.
And, as if my father had not yet been depraved,
he'd oft strip me, of all remaining dignity.
Then once his hours accomplished, his anger unleashed,
he'd leave me unconscious, half-naked, on the floor.
He'd wipe his bloody hands clean and feel 'job well done',
and ensure to lock the bolts on that bedroom door.
09.03.2024
The night was too tide
When I sticked with my last
So embraced with the maid
In the middle of the light
She is certain superb of the maids
The best choice ever did
That moons can't get z's
Holding the tilt in the land
Winds come to never tire her up
Love is meant to inspire her
Unaltered blinks at me so pop
A smile that creates proper
Wounds in thousands won't hurt
while the cure is set in her arms
Working inside the edges of a heart
So strengthened, trials finalize
The worlds know we're an ensemble
Retreating the light of the couples
All the seasons saw us enable
Fostered cares blowing in bubbles
Skies above and mods on the earth
Love betwixt like a pestle to hoe
Fly to dream the truth dead to know
Where it stands and can't bow
By it's ken that both understand
With it's mood that all will await
Leggers nod with an entire trend
But all led in the same cult
All is said and many will end
Time is a lead to all the hats
Idle slaves will bet a bend
Love itself will host feasts
Who was I love don't
Love owns not to lease
Frees a tongue to heart a hurt
Fights a light to tame the right
Sends beams to all the senses
Wars freeze and won't retake
All is won until it ceases
Before it reigns over the lake
It fears not the highs and lows
A rank dates a rame
By its sake a lion miaws
The world be owned in zero time
A night marries a day
The right tremtion killer
Angels a demon in a calm way
Awakens minds as a sigh healer
It wows when it settles
A king becomes the best cook
A wanderer donates the cattles
A vow vedges the vex
Love kills to love
You enter the gates abnormal
Throw the beliefs have
Gives power to rely on the real
Its not who you love and knows you
Its not where you are when she is there too
Its not who you are and what you do
Its who you love and who loves you.
You got shot digest fast
Behave as if life is only that
Dies when the shooter is absent
Down and up the heart is won.
Natural
Nature heeds God’s command, fulfilling His demand. It complies with full might against delaying blight. Such is shown by rain fall, dropping down along wall, cascading from heaven; or wind blowing, proven to humble trees down---breaking great buildings’ crown, always yielding with best to the Creator’s test. One great gift of nature showing obedience-venture is sun with its bright rays, warming well our great days, welcoming vibrantly… marked by mirth joyously midst photosynthesis at work to meet crisis, vanquishing food shortage for human’s advantage toward blest gratitude and praise-filled attitude. I do believe this fact, affirming nature’s act: yielding to divine will with each role to fulfill. So, when flash floods occur and then heat waves recur, who or what should be blamed? To answer, I’m ashamed… since nature does what’s right for mankind’s delight. Human nature must face that truth with meekness-brace.
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Nature heeds God’s command
fulfilling His demand.
It complies with full might
against delaying blight.
Such is shown by rain fall
dropping down along wall
cascading from heaven
or wind blowing, proven
to humble trees down---
breaking great buildings’ crown,
always yielding with best
to the Creator’s test.
One great gift of nature
showing obedience-venture
is sun with its bright rays
warming well our great days
welcoming vibrantly…
marked by mirth joyously
midst photosynthesis
at work to meet crisis,
vanquishing food shortage
for human’s advantage
toward blest gratitude
and praise-filled attitude.
I do believe this fact,
affirming nature’s act:
yielding to divine will
with each role to fulfill.
So, when flash floods occur
and then heat waves recur,
who or what should be blamed?
To answer, I’m ashamed…
since nature does what’s right
for mankind’s delight.
Human nature must face
that truth with meekness-brace.
Natural
Went at stream strand to watch twilight ! The Sun went down. Started walk back to
home. Darkness to embower soon, peeping crescent Moon.Evening merging to night.
Too much tired was my feet.Hankering for car lift. Noticed headlights of a car
approaching from back. I stood getting no option. Car in slow motion. No response,
though showed hand. Seemed useless , just to stand. Pulled car-door: I preferred.
and hurriedly I entered. Got stunned, looked aslant. Driver seat was vacant. Car went
as usual, but in slow walking speed. Got puzzled, but what to do ? Ghost driver ! No
clue. Suddenly car hit bump. Promptly I made a jump. Man behind car came out.
He was pushing : No doubt.
Visual
Went at stream strand to watch
twilight ! The Sun went down.
Started walk back to home.
7 Darkness to embower soon,
5 peeping crescent Moon.
Evening merging to night.
Too much tired was my feet
hankering for car lift.
Noticed headlights of a car.
5 approaching from back.
7 I stood getting no option.
5 Car in slow motion.
No response, though showed hand.
Seemed useless , just to stand.
Pulled car-door: I preferred.
and hurriedly I entered.
Got stunned, looked aslant.
Driver seat was vacant.
Car went as usual,
but in slow walking speed.
7 Got puzzled, but what to do ?
5 Ghost driver ! No clue.
Suddenly car hit bump.
Promptly I made a jump.
Man behind car came out.
He was pushing : No doubt.
As memories scatter in echoes of laughter. I recall childhood dreams now lost among old trees. Hope once ran free and wild, but now I just feel tired. A playground of conflicts, which no longer exists. Sharp slides, see-saws and swings, where we fought with bare fists. They built posh apartments, dull, ugly and heartless. We weren't high achievers, as we had bad teachers. Now our school's a care home, where many die alone. But the graveyard is full, whilst the church seems obscure. The shop where we bought sweets - a homeless man now sleeps. Some say it's the owner, who became a loner. Closure meant he lost trade, became bankrupt, but stayed. Streets look so untidy, faces that seem shady. Homes are in disrepair, life seems a bit unfair. Time is abrupt with change, but reflections remain. Even when we move on, we think of life foregone. Your past is what your breathe, no matter where you reach.
As memories scatter
in echoes of laughter.
I recall childhood dreams
now lost among old trees.
Hope once ran free and wild,
but now I just feel tired.
A playground of conflicts,
which no longer exists.
Sharp slides, see-saws and swings,
where we fought with bare fists.
They built posh apartments,
dull, ugly and heartless.
We weren't high achievers,
as we had bad teachers.
Now our school's a care home,
where many die alone.
But the graveyard is full,
whilst the church seems obscure.
The shop where we bought sweets -
a homeless man now sleeps.
Some say it's the owner,
who became a loner.
Closure meant he lost trade,
became bankrupt, but stayed.
Streets look so untidy,
faces that seem shady.
Homes are in disrepair,
life seems a bit unfair.
Time is abrupt with change,
but reflections remain.
Even when we move on,
we think of life foregone.
Your past is what your breathe,
no matter where you reach.