Long Ambience Poems
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September welcoming Falls to appear.
Ensuing slowly Deciduous trees
Prepared to make all withered leaves to clear.
Torn fluffy white cotton clouds floating free.
Entry of soft nascent leaf buds to sprout.
Mild merry Autumn - Zephyr flows frolic.
Bright Blue hue on sky : Absolute no doubt.
Egrets flying in form 'V' ! Artistic.
Rufous vibrant Autumn in glossy glaze..
Fragrant Jasmine spreading sweet aroma
Autumnal glow in shiny sunny days.
Lovely lustrous pretty panorama.
Luminous amiable ambience.
Sparkling Autumn in charming radiance.
Wake me up when September ends.
Rufous luster of Autumn on October
allures assures romance under azure sky.
Sans thought interference, glows innocence
We’re in the vibrant void of cessation
Awakes then thus our inner sentience
In continuum of meditation
Becoming our soul’s orientation
Mother’s grace enlivens each cell within
Felt within as magnetic vibration
As we here and now, with this breath begin
Bliss bubbles burst forth love effervescence
Seamless and unending, our elation
Pristine pure heart brightens life’s ambience
Divine entwined, one with all creation
Our emptiness, The Mother’s play station
Delusion drops, as also karmic sin
Dormant nodes awake, by love’s aeration
As we here and now, with this breath begin
God dwelling within, speaks as our conscience
His voice heard, upon desire negation
Soundless bliss thunder, our inner silence
Suspended in heightened animation
Transfixed as renews, rapture ignition
Cave of heart open, so we go therein
Drawing in soma by resonation
As we here and now, with this breath begin
In heart resounds, Ohm reverberation
Each pore a pin where bliss tingles our skin
Shift’s from negation to celebration
As we here and now, with this breath begin
03-March-2022
When the Lord gives His bountiful blessings, the least one can do is be grateful..
An afterlife in heavenly abode awarded
Based on Biblical born-again experience
Christian choruses in choral cadence
Days of delight by delving deep in doctrines
Enriching encounters that encourage me
Friends forever and familial functions
Godly guidance and grand gestures of grace
Helpful homely ambience that holds me up
Insightful intelligent interpretation of images
Joyfulness found with a Just Judge
Keen kinship with the King of Kings
Limitless love of the Lion and the Lamb
Matchless Master's mystical mercies on me
New life necessarily found on the narrow road
Oasis of overflowing opportunities
Pleasant promises on this pilgrimage path
Quiver of qualitative quiescence
Remembrance of Royal righteousness
Succour in the Saviour's sweet snuggles
Tireless teamwork and thankful testimonies
Unswerving unblemished utensil of usefulness
Victorious vessel of value and valour
Watchful warrior with the Word as a weapon
Xtremely xenial with xpectation of xquisiteness
Yearnings of yesterdays and Yuletides
Zealous zest to reach Zion's zenith.
07.15.2020
"The blessing of the Lord, it maketh rich, and He addeth no sorrow with it." - Proverbs 10:22
"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ." - Ephesians 1:3
Life over the moon at last has waned,
A drab and dull scene from great merriment and fun
Nothing now remains but ashes of yester-dreams
Strewn over the moribund ambience of jollities
Hard dry wind has taken sway over the plane
And making blitz over bare faces worn with zest.
The morning grey with chill air piercing deep
Into lonely quivering bodies once more abandoned.
Garbage brimful of remnants of yesterday’s abundance;
As stores and coffers now in state of dearth
As the road ahead narrows shrouded by mist
And fraught expectations on white emaciating faces.
Upon every heart and stem a somber skeleton
That has shed their outer brimful layers.
The sphere again begins new cyclic processes;
All hands again go to plough, upon dead branches a bud.
A Home Void of Love
What is a home that's void of love?
It is the child that never speaks
For no one listens to a word
Missing is care, hugs and kissing.
It is the child that never speaks
A face without reason to smile
Missing is care, hugs and kissing
A lonely heart that never sings.
A face without reason to smile
It's a fear that is ever near
A lonely heart that never sings
Would love to dance, but has no chance.
It's a fear that is ever near
A cold, aggressive ambience
Would love to dance, but has no chance
Often are the tears that silently fall.
A cold, aggressive ambience
For no one listens to a word
Often are the tears that silently fall
What is a home that's void of love?
4th June 2022
No Vanity Set For This Chap, No Way
(in praise of immortality)
Modesty an understatement,
when eyes chance
to look askew at looking glass,
mine reflection caught at a glance,
an old man's piercing dart
mirrors my blinkered acquaintance
faint recognition communicates
immediate tacit admittance
boyish good looks faded
with morning glory of youth
as senescence didst advance.
Similar to the strikingly handsome
Dorian Gray, this mortal
strictly shares penchant to affiance
a pact with father time, and
devoutly pledge allegiance
to remain forever unaffected
with ill fated biological alliance
even if mandate to pay
with my soul as sole allowance
to stave off the ravages of old age
maintaining glowing ambience
of boyish good looks, or...die...
twill be to late for an ambulance
to rush lifeless body
forthwith to hospital emergency,
an immediate appearance
of rigor mortis, a dead give away.
Cumbersome degradation of
corporeal essence breeds arrogance
born of desperation,
where chronological ascendance
robs cherished commodity,
thus pained angst
to suffer aging accidentally evinced
looking askance
hints of unavoidable assistance
when wracked by incontinence,
thus rendering incumbent orderly attendance,
hence awareness awakened to singular
choice as avoidance,
where vigilance espies silent auction
as decrepitude ousts clutching buoyance
quickly fading steamrolling capacitance
to cling (by the merest thread)
fat or slim chance
against depredations of...
inevitable circumstance trumpeting
"NON FAKE" absent cognizance,
sans horribly wizened wrinkled countenance!
The misty mask of winter ambience melts away,
turning the sky into a cobalt cauldron,
from where the ambrosia of spring descends
with sequined aura through the diaphanous air.
Gossamer clouds gorgeously embroidered
with the wispy ribbons of regal robe appear.
The sunburst sky sprays surreal spectrum
on the dew-crowned emerald meadow.
On the cadenced flow of joyous zephyr
floral fragrance finds the aromatic course,
trails the beguiled butterflies flittering
in the rhythmic waves of spring symphony.
The serenading wind entices me with blissful tune,
argentine moonbeam suffuses me with gracious gleam.
The cascading cadence of the concerto of zephyr,
drifting from the harmonic plateau of exultation,
makes ripples of melody in the lilac lake of my heart,
pulsating with the eclectic pace of endless ecstasy.
I then feel the wondrous southern wind wafts
with your scintillating scent to allure me
to the amorous ambience of your grace.
Its silver sequins swing with the refrain
of the mesmeric moonbeam melody,
resonating with the echo of rapture
of your spring’s timeless sonata, I love
when I listen to the wind.
...stars are here and now and everywhere
there as night falls and when daytime glow surrenders
For you my friend to show me the light in synchronous contrast to
life's vagaries because you are my moon when darkness lingers
When Lucifer dances with the devil's faceless grimace and Satan stokes
the fire my earth my heaven hearth absorb the ember of reflecting stars
Then I remember the ocean's tide when lost in desert sand and scorching
heat feel your passionate embrace and salvage guidance to shores and core
Fluorescent radiance displays eternal ambience when passing through this
life so short miniscule and impermanent as flares ascend from heaving weights
You bring the mountains' luminescence when mounting sunken valleys soar
without the coming of the comets there is no path no growth no change
In timeless flow I gather recollect and cherish the moments when
life bringing lava is still to melt collection of the pleasant cooling warmth
When dusk begins to search new dawning I can feel rainbows relate to
sun and blinding rays receding in peaceful touch and mellowing caress
Stars overcome ambivalence and focus on collaboration and complement
transient confusion when their meaning is not abandoned for materialistic gain
...stars are here and now and everywhere to point the torch away
from greed towards humility humanity to kindness and compassion in the
knowledge that they make my life what it is and will be in combination
with concealed defeat which is a blessing in disguise a gift from nature
...even in the midday basking glory of vision and enlightened reason
they grant motion and emotion and are there because they are...
02 July 2016
"Sunshine's rousing cheers echo the day in as clouds move made anew." Quote by poet
Rain is coming, and the sky is gray.
Staring out the window while nature is waiting
For the welcoming rain this season of May.
The first drops fall, earthly petrichor weighing
In palms, hooking to surface of plants and dry soil.
Like bubbles, falling droplets are captivating.
Stunning with strokes of raindrops enhancing the soil.
Flowers, a vibrant ambience, rousing the day.
Climbing old stones, vines adorn that weave and coil.
Once clouds have purged, air is fresh, and sun rays spray.
Refreshing rain rests upon the earth's breast;
Blue jays, red cardinals, and hummingbirds play.
Days chuckle; plump latent seedbeds nest.
While frisky squirrels bound across seeds that rest.
Here I found a cruel necessity for a new, chilling ambience
There was even a need for the drifting fogs of dreary past
A need for the blurred emptiness that sadness elates
An unimpeded appetite for a long lost banister of emotional distain
Negative pores glimmered petulantly on polluted shores
Drawn to an irrefutable cloud of looming gloom
Swollen was the tide of crestfallen reveries—ashen treasuries
There in that dark, empty room of ill refute
I felt the word ‘alone’ in a new shade of gray
I felt sincerely barren—I hesitate to say
Yes, I welcomed the weak ray of diminishing hope
I disposed of lurid happiness to gamble with tragedy
I both lost and gained
I was both enlightened and degraded
And all else in between
Images sustained their displays on my burning canvas
Lighting up merely to blacken and destroy
Weeping for the sake of weeping alone
I grasped onto the disturbing unknown
And spat upon my inane, dull, idealistic parables
Never meant for meaning or demeaning
Only remained then was a desperately distilled and angry fright
It was this fright alone that pushed me more to account
That pushed me to curse my every being
For daring to weep for the sake of weeping
Was a personal sin at best blessed
There in that slowly illuminating room
That slowly blackening burning room
I both lost and gained
I was both dead innocent and garishly guilty
And all else in between