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I lost my nest and am running through the flow of time.
No one is there to realize the pain of my heart,
I am alone and running through the flow of time.
I found so many illusions and fears in path of that tide
I found love, romance, and affection broad and wide.
Which in my dream I am committed to achieving that goals
and so I leave my nest , flying to time by my heart and souls.
No one understands me no one understands what the treasure I want
I would like to have the pink roses which stands for love to understand.
But in search of that I found the battle raging in the darkness,
which wounds my heart invade like an arrow at ease.
I have lost my dream, so I sing songs of love and affection on the road.
I am making a vow to set up peace, love and compassion in home and abroad.
The light and dark clouds
Mingle and melt
Cool rain comes down
In the sultry town
On my bald head
Sparse hair comes up
Coffee dances in the cup
A nice build up
Rain clears comes the breeze
Warmth in my fridge
Birds in the bridge
Pink shadows from the trees
What seemed foul turned fair
Thank you in the prayer
You are there
Whistles playing in the sparkling air
And flowers of handsome warmth
In a little storm
Inside your blue window
Soft sparrow
Arrow in the bow
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May 15, 2016
For: Create Life – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Christy Teas
A prolific singer, you mimic songs of Blue Jays -
From the poem, The Mockingbird by Vijay Pandit*
BLACK SAILS
You charleton! I believed you when the full moon stopped overhead,
when the breeze like a quilt wrapped around me with warm heat, when
your fingers flirtatiously covered the holes of your flute, my pet —
you once were all that, and I believed you. What a fool was I
for the entreaty of love. Oh how those vibrating lips fiddled with my ears.
The charm, like a waterfall imbued with a rainbow. It sang like a buzzword
from Tristan — oh if only I had pretended black sails, forfeited your love
back then. Instead this slavegirl jangled her dowry skirt toward the storm.
Your puppy dog eyes, like a shepherd’s — I didn’t see the leper underneath.
The claws of your paws like a lion’s in manic kill. Yet, I saw what I wanted to see.
You’d stroke my hair at dawn ~ how’d I miss the threatening tug, the mock
of your arsenic tongue. No, Romeo, I’d not die for you; I’d kill for…
Oh but my eyes fill with cerulean skies, palm branches that cool me
down, your lyrical laughter, the brawn of your arms — robust waves.
And as I die, poisoned by the arrow of heartbreak, this poicephalus cues
a prolific singer, you mimic songs of Blue Jays.*
4/13/2020
Poetic lines from a Poetry Soup poet - Vijay Pandit Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Note: A poicephalus parrot is not very smart
I wander over hills and valleys
looking for a remedy
the clock is ticking fast
and I don’t know
how long this deals will last
You keep going back and forth
and you are still holding the knife
at my throat, I will not surrender
unless I have a good doctor
to cure the disease you left at the altar.
Suspicion is floating around
and still no cure can be found
we sat up all night looking into the
light and I could still hear your breathing
and feel your spiritual fight
I know that you are a hard nut to crack
and you will hold on as along as the heavens are lock
a hundred and ninety six doctors are coming
from Rome, and they are going to light up the town
they can find the remedy that you seek
and they know how to lift up the weak
I can feel the joy that lights up your soul
and just one tender touch will make your body whole
the universe is coming to see you
and they will correct the mistakes
before the crowd gathers at the gate
There is not much time left
but we can get it done before
the sun goes down;
each doctor will get a task
to work on a team to realize your dreams
It is almost done and after the meeting
we will have fun, don’t count the chickens
before they hatch but I know in my heart
when the music starts you will be victorious at last.
Take courage and come
take one step and walk towards me
open your eyes and the magic numbers
will suddenly appears before thee
the heavens will open and the
treasure from above will repay you
for your unconditional love.
The arrow and the spear stands on the
solemn hill and calm the water and wind
And universe became silent
just before the break of dawn
and the hundred and sixty years
mystery is finally complete and
the people are celebrating in the streets
You make my day with
white words you say
I wear your handwriting
As if you decide my fate
I’m hopelessly in love
With you life is an adventure
My red heart like an arrow
Shot across blue skies
Where a sparrow flies
You send me to the moon
And I swoon at your feet
What’s even better is
You’re clever to also love me
Despite my cheekiness
I enjoy our little chats
And even our spats
Relationship dips into our souls
We make love like doves
In a sky of vivid rainbows
I wear your handwriting
In my womb where children bloom
A product of our union
Each breath I take feels
Like I’m drowning in a lake
Of love but you save me
With a chocolate kiss
Full of air light and bliss
I wear your handwriting
In my red heart of art
Bleeding poetic psalms
Beating dancing like star
Bringing joyful light where
Once was black dark
With the slightest kiss
Creating kinetic spark
I tattoo your spirit
With blue ink of my heart
Wear my handwriting
Whether near me or far
Bonded by chemistry
Cherish our unity
Love forever bonding
you are my great love forever
You are pure as the crystalline water,
Soft as the breeze of the sea,
Brilliant as the Morning star,
cute as the moonlight night…
You are candy as the honey,
Fort as the lion,
Infinite as the sky,
It exempted as the bird that flies…
You are precious as a rare jewel,
Magic as an oasis in the desert,
amazing as the clear street,
Penetrating as one to look at so close…
You are sincere as the true word,
yummy as the candy .
Efficient as one it shoots an arrow flew true,
Captivating as a passion heal without..
You are ingenuous as the flower,
Delicate as the nobility,
Perpetual as the true love,
Perfect as to the proper nature.
you are my true love my duncan te amo forever
OF CEIZAR FOR MY DEAR DUNCAN TE AMO
In the heart of worlds, a whisper sneaks,
"We fear love," a question that ripples the calm,
We desire closeness, a sweet plunge into the verdure of the soul,
Yet doubt surrounds us when our steps become hesitant, scared.
It's the mist of fear that sprouts, a shield against the fiery longing;
The closer we stand, the deeper the longing might burn us.
It's the terror of suffering that lurks in secret,
Of being swept away and drowned in a sea of pure love, wrapped in deceptive play.
We vow nostalgically, let no one scratch our arrow,
In this deaf endeavor, we've covered love like a relic, beneath an inert mask.
There is no pure love without the slightest pain, without hidden tears in the eyes,
The denser the embrace, the deeper the poison that could seep into memories.
Every soul that treads upon this clod of earth has felt a twinge ever so strong,
How shall we direct this pain, how to stand tall and unfooled?
If we hide our pain, like a transmitter with clashing signals,
We long openly, but raise walls around the heart, and thus we suffocate.
Loneliness embraces us, pure love cannot break through,
Love, that we keep in a sealed box, the desire for tenderness dwindles.
But look, I've opened up, vulnerable, with the gate of my heart wide unshielded,
I do not tremble before pain, for it probes my spirit, uplifts it into love.
Life teaches me time and again, what repairs the pain lets the heart grow,
If we bolt our feelings, we sink into misery, in the realm of petrified dreams.
True love, with an open heart, we must welcome into our being,
And only by traversing through love's enchantment, truly, our steps are led towards happiness.
Restless and heart heavy
When i think of all the deception in the world
Oh how there are always gods aplenty
And heros....but why so many?
Its oursleves we must save
And examples that stretch our minds
For we only know when we are shown
Just how blind
As i transform i hide my abilities within
Just how far they grow...i honostly yet do not know
All i know is effects of sin
They wound greviously
Like a seeking arrow they try and find
The weak points in my armor
Until im born again
Not in flesh
But of spirit combating the dark within
That tries to trick me. Tell me other things ...many things
Are needed to win
But they just dont want you to see what u hold within
Some hidden art
Within you it has always been
One became example so we may see
And be eternally
As a lantern in the dark among the shadows of men
A blessing from the creator not to scorn...
But so we may each observe and mend
What the power of love does to those who rebel
If they listen but do not hear
Then how can they draw near
Close minded people do not often
Observe beyond there own ears
How the seeds grow and form
Same as with man throughout the years
God gave animals the things they need
And how more awesome are we
If God gave us his Son
For us to see metaphysicaly
Past the obvious and in ways of love
It is called poetry
The religion of Love is what i speak
Pure uncorrupted ...the dreamy stuff
That keeps the heart meek
A war one lost to win the war for many
And in 3 days ...there was overwhleming joy
In a peacuful city
That dwelt in the hearts touched by ones love
And they were loved
Deep and unconditionally
Tell me of what other God so selflessly speaks?
When God speaks without speech it is because he isnt speaking ...but because we arent reading it right
In life he uses everything for his art....his poetry
(Inspired by 'Indigo Night' by Thomas W Case)
A thousand thousand stars pierce the indigo night,
but no moon mars the canvas, or lightens velvet strokes.
Half-hearted waves slap at shoreline rocks, like tepid applause.
If the sky is darkest blue, the ocean is a still-darker green.
The harbor suggests a freedom, outside the breakwater
as if the choppy ocean were a highway to the sky.
Tomorrow's deadlines fade, in the face of infinities.
The harbor is quiet, like a restless animal that's sleeping.
No skiffs tack for the harbor's mouth, no fishermen juggle lines.
The sea is a jagged, broken and twinkling mirror for the stars.
A thousand thousand dreams will be launched, this deep indigo tonight,
some will store, in memory's hold, others will be lost, like shipwrecks.
No line divides where sky and water fold, where endless deeps meet.
Time's arrow seems stilled by the cold and the gentle darkness.
But dawn will come, soon enough, and with that blush, cares ignite,
duties' call, and the stars will hide their light in greater glares.
For now, we'll walk the shoreline, our small voices like seagull calls,
enjoying celestial light, the indigo night, out beyond all earthly cares.
quality time with her in the ocean breeze of life
what do i mean
coming home from work one day late
i see her at the table still in her work clothes
she is not happy
she tells me she has been worried sick and was praying for me
i pull her to me and kiss her lips softly with an unspoken guarantee
then i pull a small jar out of my pocket and pour it in the middle of us
she looks at me all weird and asks me if i had lunch in a straightjacket today
i laugh and and tell her no....i drove three and a half hours to collect this gift for you
you are like 'huh, what'....and i reply by explaining that i collected a bit of an ocean breeze
it is then that the bell of understanding rung in your head like BONNNNNNNG!!!!!! BONNNNNG!!!!! BONNNNNG!!!!! BONNNNNG!!!!
you become emotional and press your head against my chest
i lift your chin up to me and look into those beautiful sandy brown eyes of yours and say 'we will again one day'
you smile as if you know that it will happen
it is then that we go into the living room and cut on BEACHFRONT BARGAIN HUNT
it is not that it is ironic, oh my dear alanis, but moreso like the word 'wish' on top of an arrow pointing forward