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Please may I have this slow waltz, he shyly asked.
She watched his comely face, his elegant stance.
She blushed, she felt elated, accepted fast,
And hoped that this meeting was not just one chance.
They danced around the room, a three step slow dance.
Yet he did not hold her tight and close to him.
Still she felt the music and swirled in a trance,
The love in her eyes filled with tears to the brim.
This waltz would be great and could last for ever.
Oh how she wished to feel him closer to her,
That they would never end dancing, oh never.
He held aloof, like a cat he sensed her purr.
The dance soon ended. It's tango next, she said.
Sorry, the tango's special, I can't agree.
Her poor heart fluttered and eager love just bled.
“We'll always be friends,” but she’ll wait for him.
Written: January 25, 2024
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Time eludes us as a cryptic puzzle.
This is our opportunity to seize it.
Spaces have a distinct sequence.
We must sustain our life pattern.
Shaken extremities.
It is scarce to start a fire with obsidian.
Still, it's worth lingering in the night.
Murmuring shards from an aloof past.
highlighted the impact
of our says a few weeks ago.
and the deep impact it can wield.
Yet, we must aim to define our souls
Let your voice billow amid a pool of views.
thence, it's crucial to stay vigilant.
even when progress is slow.
Life seems a scary puzzle conundrum.
But we must never lose our goals.
It may appear such a mundane day.
yet one day might alter everything.
Several ideas may whirl in the mind.
We are obliged to strive forward.
spreading our thoughts globally.
even amidst the perplexity.
or if our ideas are running dry.
It is crucial to bear in mind.
All us are crucial to a larger target.
Let us manage our time well.
Embrace each fleeting moment
in this state of discombobulation.
A raindrop falls whence came --back to the sea,
Another, it so haps, on lotus leaf
To shine forth under sun for a while brief,
Yet, every drop gets seldom so lucky
As to get silk beds-- blades of olive grass,
Becoming an early dawn’s pearly dew
To capture unfolding time’s crimson hue.
On dust some get buried in graves en masse,
Some get a cherished trophy if modest--
A scaly trunk aloof that opts to stand
In a barren desert's dry scorching land,
Some fall in rain forest with scores of rest.
All this makes me to muse on destiny:
Is it a chance random that opts to be?
For sure, it is Nature’s celestial dance
That unfolds at random as choice-less chance.
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Sonnet |01.03.07, revised Dec 2024| fate/destiny, time, space
Poet’s note: The sonnet-ending couplet does not end the sonnet, but poses a question and goes on to answer, and in the process stretches the sonnet to sixteen lines.
While rummaging, mining,
and distilling me gray matter,
stoking mentality activates
oft time surprising me,
where unexpected novel
cognizance never abates,
I experienced becoming
linkedin with cosmic fates,
sans collective unconscious
soul of the universe,
and chanced to espy,
(albeit only a trimmed speck),
the spirit of William Butler Yeats
considered one of the foremost figures
of 20th-century literature,
where elan suddenly accelerates
though immediately abruptly stops
dead still in figurative tracks
utter disbelief accompanied
by shell shocked shyness accentuates
to remain stock still
suddenly feeling inadequate, inferior
immovable, insignificant...self doubt actuates
internal tussle, while
wise counsel within adjudicates
unable to convincingly
brush off devil's advocates,
which in no way, shape or form
successfully bolsters cockamamie idea,
floats and navigates fan to see, alternates
with bold prospect an emotional
paralysis immediately aggravates
anxiety as cowardice accumulates,
nonetheless pesky needling aggregates
maximizing far fetched optical illusion,
despite what must be hallucination,
this laughable wordsmith appreciates,
though many wildest dreams of mine defy
explanation, a feeble attempt articulates,
how dreamlike hypnotic stance captivates,
thru cosmic haze quantum matter assimilates
aura, charisma, enigma
rippling ethereal tore'n shroud
sensing, nursing, imbibing...
indecisiveness capitulates
wavering seduced mooring
temptation assertively celebrates
nonpareil genius among pantheon,
whose Eire rush grandeur circulates
thru time and space infiltrates
stimulating within mine off kilter crown,
where reverence circulates,
for long deceased Irish poet laureate,
his unseen presence amalgamates
vibrant tendrils of late
August author's grandeur effectively percolates
within and illuminates me with inspiration.
A blessing of narwhals, swims Arctic seas
their unicorn horns held high in the air:
never having seen a thicket of trees.
Navigating waters that quickly freeze,
serenely aloof, untethered, and rare;
a blessing of narwhals, swims Arctic seas.
Swimming through frozen seas, quick as you please,
they're the undisputed masters up there,
never having seen a thicket of trees.
Naturally nimble, they glide and squeeze
through cracks in the pack-ice without much care,
a blessing of narwhals, swims Arctic seas.
Riding invisible currents with ease,
they jostle and spar each other with flair;
never having seen a thicket of trees.
They seem to fly, as if on a trapeze,
awed by their beauty; I can only stare.
A blessing of narwhals swims Arctic seas,
never having seen a thicket of trees.
Coat stand tree commingling clan protects
Quilted caterpillar sticks linen to spine
Pine foliage erect points to its apex
Before its born, spire spreads star shine
Swooping swivel neck owl huddles, human eyes
Scan heaven, hook beak hoots transmit signal
For seraphim shifting, shades of dove devise
Butterfly current shaken napkin nimble
Venture from avenues of arrow quivers
Dispell dictating army apostrophes
Barrel roll ballistic, blank space delivers
Delight due outside barracks claustrophobic
Antenna tuned owl throatily purrs
Pleasure for butterfly’s fast learned journey, laughed
Drift under dry angel feathers, breeze spurs
Freedom wish from wizard to aloof aircraft
27 January 2025
Written for Contest:
Embodying the Light
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
The World Unknown to me
Let me write of things I do not know
underneath the folds of nothing
beneath a fake moon's glow
I'll write about my pretend university days
and my dope smoking ways
traveling life high
experiential artistic faze
In the company of fifty shady ladies
with long sexy legs
who thought I was amazing
screaming out my name in praise
I could write about here or there
about having balls so big
nothing would give me a scare
Others could admire me
saying "Boy he has a pair"
Yes I'd be someone
suave and debonair
a golden boy
with long flowing Fabio hair
reclining enticingly in a chair
with throngs of made up people
mesmerized as they stare
Me being aloof as if I didn't care
Or maybe I'll write about
jumping from a plane
how I only travel in the fast lane
Can you relate to the pretend things
that reside in my brain
Come travel with me on a bullet train
Run through the streets naked
in the pouring hot summer rain
This world of illusion
is mine to maintain
The fabric of thought
can take the strain
If I don't like something
I just rewrite it again
after all depending on what I make up
You might learn
I'm a smidgen away
from being
on the precipice of insane
Cracked or cool
a pretend genius
wrapped in the skin of a fool
Words written are a powerful tool
watch the unwinding of my spool
Lessons taught by observing
the apposing things in life that duel
Come sit at the bench
Roll up sleeves pull up a stool
fable and pen are waiting
spill red ink on paper you are born to rule
this is a different kinda school
We are all teachers
ideas are the fuel!
I heard dawn's break through drowsy dreams
Its silver feet upon the roof
Eaves shiver wet, excuses spring
With murmured sounds, my reason schemes
To burrow down and doze aloof
Remembering, now, a distant place
A childhood bed, the warm embrace
to stretch my arms with no regrets
And see that place...and rainbows, yet
From crayons of time, I can't forget
I loved the rain upon the grass
Beyond the margins framed by glass.
A sense of time with mute caress,
Will find the place my soul resides
I'm still a child, and so it goes
I'll play outside in mud-drenched dress
I'll dance and play in soggy clothes
With sticky earth between my toes
My one excuse to stay in bed
to dream,....and turn my childhood loose
With a desire, a constant fight in life begins.
Desire and aversion are dissimilar twins.
They are not emotions only but traits of fate.
The mind flutters till it's put into a checkmate.
All scriptures preach them as the root cause of distress.
Can’t a mortal find an easy way to suppress?
Indeed, without desires how could people achieve?
But ignoring its limitations makes us grieve.
The moment we enter this world, desires embark.
A child laments for food; there you find its footmark.
Lured by many, his attention takes divisions.
To shape him unique, takes several decisions.
When grows, it takes turns and makes him crave for success.
An inexplicable scuffle; he can't express.
Earns a lot of money for which his folk exclaim.
Displeased with it and tries to come out of that frame.
His aspiration drives him towards name and fame.
He does willful actions to elevate his name.
Like a run after mirages, he feels weary.
Loses interest and finds his future dreary.
As a silent spectator, he remains aloof.
Gets the gist of scriptures;finds his life as a proof.
He gets an aversion to food, success and fame.
As a matured child realizes life's a game!
PLACE: 8th
Desire and Aversion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Date: 27-09-2022
By many aliases they're known:
Crawfish, crawdads, mudbugs, yabbies.
They abound in brooks, and streams, and swamps,
As well as roadside ditches and rice paddies.
Their astacology has shown
They prey like scavengers and mobsters,
While some, more taxonomically aloof,
Try hard to pass as mountain lobsters.
Throughout the world as food they're meant,
Both from the wild and from the grocer,
But not as a substitute for meat at Lent
Because they're not considered kosher.
And so the cunning, craven crayfish,
The ones that didn't get away,
End up in boils, or bisques, or soups,
If not served up as étouffés
In swanky overpriced cafés.