Long Awaking Poems
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IN PRAISE OF BEAUTY
O beauty allure, beauty of the hyacinth
Doused by wailing drops of dew shroud
And pierced by the radiant shaft of heaven,
Through the rituals of purity
To tread the virginal soil of Venus.
O like the scenery
Of the splendid garden of Aphrodite,
With Pageantry, the art of Pothos and Himeros,
The pearly dross most sought after
Like a wand that spelled all the eyes of men.
Dazzling aurorae shimmering in deep shadows;
Figure beholding the twinkling crown, Andromeda.
Sunrise awaking the greenery;
Ascending furrowed amber terrain of
The gloaming by the countryside!
Habendum et tenedum!
Before the lily white altar an avowal
Of chastity and tranquility enshrined;
On a feather-quilted bed day and night
With love elixir soothing the body and the soul!
Soul melody in the diatonic harmony of
Meshed contralto with resonating baritone.
Swell the homophonic rhythm of Azande
As the pitch from my lips wears and declines
And the tempo of my heart increases!
Scented lavender wafting through the subtle air;
An aromatic morning of rose bathed with dew
That transports the mind beyond the earthly realm
And captures the heart at whim
Lost in the imagination of the form and frame.
Culinary variety spread in a romantic atmosphere
In candlelight banquet of cream and crimson;
Sheer delicacy, man’s greatest savour
Whose delights subsist even in her absence;
Whose substance transcends life’s ideal.
O beauty, within my heart dwells, enrapturing neurons
Let no worldly cataract becloud your glory
Through my eyes of mine, forever!
Life I miss you dear
For my time, it nears
I know you think
You’ve preached
And I did not hear
But I am now here
And with in my most
Towering moments
I can not help
But to be sincere
For when hours become
Too long for days
And days seem to
Outstretch our years
Out in the clear
Fate seems to come
As it appears
I reached out
For those
Who would not respond
I look here and beyond
When there was no one
To be fond of
Missing hours beneath the sun
Days have become long
And less fun
With no where to run
Soon I will be done
How can I be peaceful
When I take two steps here
And get knocked back six steps there
Nothing more to reach for
For quiet times
I questioned my blessings
Outwitted suicide
Residing to stressing
To visualize
Our opponents in the making
Days, this life
It’s here for the taking
I see through the souls of men
My near awaking
I’m home but I’m not
I’m in your arms but
I will soon be forgot
Could you hold me still
If I rested my thoughts
Should I take you there
Would you even inhale our air
Fore these seasons I donot care
A homeless man
With casual intensions
Please be ware
Form:
My point of view has always held
To standard lines, defined by fear.
Defensive words, their anger belled
By peals of knowledge: Danger near.
This way of life does not adhere
To happiness: A life befelled.
Hope yet exists, its course unclear,
Whispers softly “O fear, be quelled.
Resolve uncertain, grit ungelled,
To try anew with chances drear?
Small flame within, in shade it dwelled.
Now courage gathers, fastens here.
Awaking strength, annoint the gear,
Let drop the guard and fear unmeld,
Now forward drive to love secure.
My heart, my soul, this life so frailed
By strife, by loss, can stand and tell
I’m still alive, I hold life dear.
Doubt, self pity can go to hell.
Sure love so strong it’s atomic
Metamorphic and Transformative,
Informative. So strong it repels,
Rebels incinerating cells of doubt…
Pure Love is a cure that never burns out,
Shouts in dreams as the Know.About
Awaking screams of X.tasty candy casting
Shadows of fantasy and Romancing.We
Merely aren’t here for knot AND, We
Are the eYeSing… magnetic.gLee dancing
Entrancing, bursting forth and toward!
Real and revealing Love in a Word…
Dreaming that a beam could be heard
In the Light and knowing…it feels right.
ASure Love, is a puURrr Love and Our
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Sensation!
Sensei.TI.s’on!
Sense.’A’
It’s On!
Sense i.
Sensei (???) is a Japanese title used to refer to or address T’each…
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sensei
Form:
Like a rafter that broke under the weight it bore
Like a pupa, wound hard in a tight bind,
Like the torn pages of a book thrown into waste,
I felt trapped and broken and my life seemed a hard grind.
But when I discovered truths as life passed by,
Learning lessons from the past, knowledge did bloom,
Now wisdom imparts a discerning eye,
Unveiling paths to break free from gloom.
The scars of yesterday still may remain,
But they need not cause us constant pain,
For in the present, we have the power,
To rise and create a life that is full of gain.
I need to wake up from a state shadowed with doubts,
And try to claw my way up the walls that hem me in.
This desire I have like a compressed coil that can bounce
Instantly leading me to a release and a triumphant win
I pledge that I will use my remaining years,
For the rejuvenation of my mind and soul,
Instead of being tethered to my affliction,
I will wake up from my stupor and pursue my goal.
Thus, through uncertainty’s haze, I found clarity.
Now I embrace the challenges, imbued with grace.
In the depths of my mind, there is a beacon of serenity.
And I grow more tranquil with every challenge I face.
Riding in an airplane
Skiing down snowy slopes
Racing across the ocean
Sliding away from loss
Painting a lovely canvas
Sculpting something nice
Singing to the top of my lungs
Playing guitar all night
Writing a literary novel
Smiling despite the sorrow
Listening to my instincts
Dancing through the rain
Laughing away a heartache
Breathing joy into another
Creating something beautiful
Planting seeds of goodness
Awaking to the starry skies
Drifting to sleep on a lullaby
Haunting the dreams of my true love
And, spreading Marmite on my toast
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August 1, 2021
When the wayward mind is unsteady,
the dislodging thrust of the negative sensitivity,
unbound from the righteous roots of sanctified soul,
unleashes the base instincts to rush toward the sordid goal.
Beneath the surface of the mortal wisdom’s attire,
where the mind builds the edifice of ignoble desire,
the clinging traits lead to the abyss of dark ignorance,
the bereft life wanders in wilderness in a trance.
The sapling of irresistible urge rooted deep in craving,
nurtured in the receptive core of the heart longing,
blossoms the flower of hedonistic passion,
lures the being with the illusion of impulsive inclination.
In the disorderly squall of divesting dismay,
the mangled mind is disheveled to a dishabille array,
tries to snap the chords of captivating adherence,
the psychic cascade of desire flows without pretence.
Chasing the mirage across the dunes of desolation,
the hope of taking life to the oasis disappears in isolation.
As the beleaguering storms of disenchantment blow
to take the moral course, entranced consciousness revives slow.
Repressed essence entangled in the cobweb of frustration,
looks for the escaping pathway of dissociation,
seeks for the time to listen to the dulcet call from within,
the enticing echo of the tune of soul’s violin.
The consciousness layers are crossed in journey inward
to discover the divine lotus blossom inside as reward,
and hear beguiled the joyous music of freedom within,
in the depth of silence serene.
“it’s not desire per say but the clinging ~
that stifles soul and stops heart from singing
enlivening silence sets our soul free ~
vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree”
(Line of inquiry)
"A poet can make words dance across the paper, like butterflies dancing across the pretty flowers."
Is new life awaking after winter?
New green leaves are blossoming from the branches,
Spring will be showing off her new beauty.
Pretty butterflies are tucked beneath the many branches,
hiding them in the new green leaves everywhere.
Colorful butterflies of all sizes are appearing,
dressed in their finest colorful angelic wings.
I am watching the beautiful butterflies,
as they dance delicately from flower to flower.
Oh how I wish I could go dancing with them,
in this cool Spring breeze from flower to flower.
For now I will sit and watch them dance away.
Lucky we are to inhabit Earth at such a time
Yes, a time when science allows us to see
For ourselves why the Milky Way got its name
Each night, one glance at the stars and the moon fills us with glee
Why, at night time, shining down at us
Are planets, keepers of the mystery of our existence
If only, if only I could fly, if only I were a Goddess
I would have made it a point to enjoy each night, a galactic dance!
Jumping on Mars, immersing myself in its rocky aura
Burning on Venus, pretending that I am as mighty as fire
Singing on Jupiter, awaking its well hidden fauna and flora
And dreaming on Pluto, dreaming of earthly love and desire!
Why, the night sky is such, powerful enough as to set into motion
That which keeps us alive, our childish imagination!
30 April 2017
Ashamed like a tree
by the wind bent
angry like the wind
that did the bending
neither I or my friend
could remember
the words in the poem
we had read.
On the cruelty of
the assignment
mulling in bed
wouldn't composing
be better than
the parroting?
But at nine decided
would best go sleep
and the adults obey.
Astonished
on awaking next day
every word
had surfaced to my head
like interest given free
by the bank
or seeds sown in
and next day
myriads of flowers
rainbow green
on a carpet blown in by wind.
Lumens angels of the night
power dreams
shine bright
when the heart is asleep
fears unearthing
past errors reveal
so history itself
wouldn't repeat
with warnings veiled
in terror
to unscramble
a car crashing icy roads
may predict
running away from
a monster may mean
to returns and embrace
to heal.
Unrestrained by heart's
fear or greed
sleep walks
where he wants unseen
finding pieces of puzzles
truth reveals
only when the reason is asleep.
Stars and moon shine only
in the dark
when the sun is asleep.