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The ebon hair untamed
Some swirled in the stream of squall
Some weaved enigmatic lattice on the forehead
Locking the charisma of the evanescent mind
Lest it flew away from the face in the wind
I kept it framed in the museum of memory.
The almond eyes unclosed
Eyelids danced to the music of butterfly flutter
Eyelashes aligned with starry strings of the satin sky
Holding the dulcet facade of dream-soaked charm
Lest it floated away from the face in the wind
I kept it framed in the museum of memory.
The flower of luscious lips unfurled
Donned the lilac patina of the sunburst dawn
Dew drops glittered on petals with sparkling allure
Engraving the contours of the mystique smile
Lest it drifted away from the face in the wind
I kept it framed in the museum of memory.
The crimson cheeks unveiled
Spread jasmine scent on seductive zephyr
Caressing the face suffused with aurora glow
Painted the transfixed portrait of ethereal grace
Lest beauty fades away from the face in the wind
I kept it framed in the museum of memory.
September 20, 2021
Contest : A Lovely Memory
Spoinsor : Regina McIntosh
New year
When new year resolutions at the eve
shatter in shimmer of next day's sunrise,
Setting sun's aurora if could forgive
Promises unkept waiting to fulfil,
beauty of dawn takes up as a surprise,
Grudges of past lost to desires that chill.
End up in dreams to be unveiled in time,
Some golden moments we fondly cherished,
in few years of life that were utmost prime,
Achievements studded in crown of glory
still far was content to be embellished,
New year nurtures hope, another story.
When new year resolutions at the eve
end up in dreams to be unveiled in time.
Cornish sonnet
Abacbc Dedfef AD
In Iambic pentameter
Written Jan 6th, 2016
For contest by Craig Cornish
Awarded HM
Entered for "A poem written in iambic pentameter" poetry contest by Janice
I inhaled the shadowed silence
when the midnight sky was ghostly gray
and exhaled my thoughts in a hymnal,
with lamenting lyrics dark and droll
after a dreary day had taken its toll.
In those moments of sapid solitude,
an inner calm should've soothed my soul
as the world solemnly slumbered
beneath a brooding pallid moon
that lumbered in the saturnine sky.
Why then, did I feel anxious and alone?
I waited in anguished anticipation
for expectant nimbus mothers to bear...
Heavy with their burdens, on the verge
of purging offspring at the birthing hour.
When at last the tiny drops arrived,
I kissed the rain that had caused them pain,
as if they were my tears, torrentially shed.
Thunder roused me with deafening drumming,
so terrifyingly loud that I heard myself scream.
My eyes squinted in the brilliant luminance
as the summer solstice streamed.
I sighed, murmuring in fear,
"I am a dangerous dream."
I was in awe of aurora as I rose from bed,
spellbound by sunlight after a murky night.
But in morning's dewy dawning,
my taciturn thoughts turned to you
and daylight dimmed...
dull and tarnished to patina gold.
You were always my radiant Ra
and I your elusive Luna.
We are reigning celestial bodies,
denied the desire to touch.
Heartbroken at being kept apart.
In transience of time, I whisper your name
with each breath in mourning hours
while in melancholy musings I beseech,
"But to be your Moon, must I wane?"
Storm clouds gathered in the skies
Swirling angrily and anxious
For the war
Brewing somber colors
Not swept away by the mighty wind.
Finally, holding off no longer,
They exploded in a crash of thunder
As lightning lashed out in pain.
The tension was relieved
While the torrential downpour flowed
Like an avalanche of tears,
And washed the dusty air.
Then, as if by magic,
When the last drop of rain was shed,
The aurora of sun embraced the sky
And kissed it softly with a rainbow
To fade the ashen gloom.
As my tears dissolve our storm
Hug me with your sunshine
Of understanding love
And let the rainbow of our kiss
Paint away the hurt.
February 16, 2015
~1st Place~
Contest: Impact and Metaphors
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Judged: 10/03/2020
Dark red, luscious apples felled from her own tree long ago
Under the beaming sun plummeted with a soft, aching blow
The sweat drips and plops, scruple over a furrowed brow
Upon the discovery of rot that blackened her plow
“Has the wind gone mad–or am I the one insane?
Dirt and grime, high dry–surely the only way to explain”
Denial among hatred, she could not face–but under the murk, bits
Beneath, the snakes–surly and shabby—placed high their bids
The heat danced faster as the days passed far less paced
Her blonde hair bleached and pruned, but left one space
The temple on her right seemed blank and bruised
As a failed blow far too long past was nearly used
The magazine fell as she begins filtering the rot past her mind
She screams, shouts, yelps and cries, sobs of an animal forgotten by time
“I never meant for this to go–go and blow up like this!
I never meant. . . I never meant for me to hurt our kids.”
Too far from gone she was, behind silken white bars and drenched in ammonia
“I know, my love, but I must leave and forget you—may heaven forbid us, Aurora”
Resting deep into dreams,
my future is at stake,
lost is my present !
Eluding realism,
eyes fastened,
alive to memories !
Lovely moonlit night,
a walk along the road,
hand in hand !
Making haste to reach,
and celebrate a meet,
sitting close !
Moments of togetherness,
enlightened hearts,
resting in peace !
Sweet past,
circulates and recirculates,
feeds on soul !
Aurora of twilight,
days and nights,
unaware resting !
Slipping out of his mind,
memories yet echo,
hopes evaporate !
No desire to wake up,
I am no more than,
a dead corpse!
Worms crawl within,
Till I am eaten up whole,
Zeroed in rest !
Till my blondes turn grey,
and colors of life fade,
twilights turn dark,
and beauty wrinkles,
His one hearty call,
I await getting up,
look alive,
alive and kicking !
written on 17/5/14
contest- The Dream
sponsor- Isaiah Zerbast
God was so pleased with his six days of creation
The seventh day He declared a day of rest
Bound to have some heavenly
Well-deserved relaxation
As soon as He woke up
He brewed a cup of java and
Set up his most comfy Adirondack chair
On his fluffiest favorite cloud
And so on this seventh day
A most magnificent morning unfolded
Watching from every conceivable angle
One glorious sunrise after another
By noon for Sunday brunch
God challenged his angels to make
The tallest fruit salad unimaginable
For a rendez-vous on the Hawaiian islands
The first summer games
Were held that very afternoon
Playful racing with dolphins
And swimming in the seven seas
Then dusk began to fall
All were cordially invited to board
The fabulous celestial party bus
For a ‘round the world premiere trip
Westbound capturing one endless sunset
For hours and hours of a colorful joyride
Ending with a final detour to the north
For a late night aurora borealis show
AP: 3rd place 2020
Simulates Sunsets
In tranquility, among the cosmos, embers as we
Think of you. In light-years of longing in a single moment.
For yes, we are Stardust Connection, as celestial winds
blowing through the infinite colours of smiles we share.
In our signalized world, the sky transforms from a human
Daytime ceiling into an open window to the cosmos.
Where we get a glimpse behind the grand galactic theater
A brief moment into the twilight, amethyst shifts, then
Becomes a visitation palette, receptive to the vibrant
Frequencies through another spectacular dimension.
Reflects a soft glow, then descends into a red farewell
To otherworldly planets, escaping time.
This aurora light drifts between worlds.
A solar cycle compared to Neptune’s deep azure.
A greenish-blue far away from Uranus.
We can only imagine for a moment the ice giant
floating, while reflecting its colors out:
Yet remaining so frigid.
Still, we look upwards into the night glimpse,
And feel that first look of wonder.
On the foot, I look the last time,
Waiting by the drizzling time
Thinking as I took a high on river bridge lies the line
'Dunno’, yh I don’t know
How to swim? How to be fine?
Deep in my thoughts, once again I climb,
Stretching across the brink.
Think I’ve to think a thing —
Just washed away by a blink.
Is this the end of the life I lived?
Who knows to carry off the bliss in hollow prime?
Ugly sudden stroke, a jerk, a mirror
Crackling through the aurora of pink sunset
'Help! Help!'
I looked, but it was hazy — tears had vagued my sight
An old woman drowning in the river,
Swept by the heavy flow
To Erase The Memory Of You
To erase the sunspots of the mind,
The memories that are you,
The dotted sunshine through the years,
Enslaved in lover’s hue.
To rid the body of all the pain
And showers flooding through,
Grey clouds that dissipated
With your songs and rainbow view.
To have lived a life having never known
The warmth and deep connect,
The nurture feigned for access,
Prior to drought and harsh neglect.
To forget the madness of the love
And desire I felt so true
Would be the agony and ecstasy
In this garden made for two
To forgive and not forget
Is now all that will ensue,
But I forgive myself for loving you
For it wasn’t hard to do.
17th October 2019
Midnight Aurora