Long Bedeck Poems
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The golden hues scatter, they age, stepping softly into the twilight,
Velvet angels of summer falling, amid leaves seeking the calm of the earth,
Gardens of grapes, unripened purple gems, with sweet blood untouched by sun,
And I, the armorer of autumn, forging upon it, an armor of remembrance.
Beneath the emerald vault, ephemeral stories breathe their last,
In a twilight of oblivion where migratory thoughts seek shelter,
And your gift, the quintessential fruit that has burst the day's attire, ripening just upon the slope,
In my palm becomes art unfolding, the verses defining their purpose.
A masterful lied flows through my veins, melting the forests of words,
Transforming corrupted poetry into a creature of ice that moans beneath the sun's trails,
Descend, angel, into this citadel of emotion and sign the pact, to be united,
To taste, to feast on the sweetness of your evening, under the cloak of stars of the anonymous night.
Pale wings, torn by longing, dissolve their song in the pain of the silence that follows,
Time, harsh judge, stretches forth its edict, designates my sentence,
With your aroma, your autumnal flush of pulp, with an undefined fleshly scent,
In the celebration of falling fruits, I bedeck my condemnation in ecstasy.
I will pluck you, a perpetual harvest in the chamber of my thoughts,
From you, I receive autumn, as an invitation into the palace where nectar is king,
In nights when constellations, one by one, slowly dim their lights,
Signing the sky of night, gliding across your body, weaving the ineffable magic of poetry.
The little divine droplets of water bedeck
The shoots and leaves, all around spread
Over the tract and the rough rocky bed ,
As the soft seemly drizzles at the day-break
Infuse an enlivening pleasure into the air ;
The shiny pearls and the lustre- pendent ,
Though for a short spell and moment ,
Enchant the vision beyond all fancy flair ;
Some hours past, the reviving cool breeze
Brings forth the tidings of fresh ,new life
To all the spread over fauna- flora rife ;
And booming twitters hail from the abiding trees.
Bhagirath stood for years many ,and long
In ascetic penance, for the sacred flow ,
That he might redeem for ever, his kin-row :
Souls, aged, from the infinitely cursed wrong ,
And regain the ethical poise on the whole ;
To salvage and deliver She did descend ;
With ablutions, absolve them and mend :
Purge, save , recharge and liberate the soul ;
Oh! the holy spell of the sacred waters
Which aye, generate , protect and restore ,
And beyond the infinite ages carry, far more ,
The spirit and essence of throb in splatters .
Sprinkles and droplets dripped ,bring back
Even the morbid ones from the mortal way ,
That the vain soul might, if not longer stay,
And seek the path of solace from the rack ;
Wrathful pours and the scaring thunder
Are but the varied pitched dissent punitive;
No trial ordeal of the primeval and primitive
Or of erudition of wonder ; just tear asunder !
The dancing cascades , springs or the deluge
Voicing and enacting the vivacious glamour ,
Depict the be -all and end- all of all clamour ,
Of odd disasters that ensue misuse of refuge !
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"She " refers to the River Ganga and Bhagirath of ikshwaku lineage says the lengend brought the river down to the earth to save the souls of his forefathers from condemnation.
Take a leisurely stroll in the pine grove.
The time of rejuvenation has begun.
A light drizzle will do, as will a shady cove.
The whole area is revitalized by the sun.
As a string of pearls around a slim neck.
Puddles decorate a tree in the rain.
Soon, the hands of the earth will bedeck.
anything that is visible to you, without pain.
Bestow your awareness forward.
And be in awe of the strength.
Inhale the floor sweet aroma onward.
That lingers after a bath or shower length.
Listen as the ground absorbs the rain.
From deep roots to boldest tips, a joy to gain
Buried life rises and dies on the ground.
Warmth is all nature needs to astound!
Written: May 28, 2023
Once you sailed upon the dawn
to grace the eaves of Pomona's verdant lawn,
but now in splendor you have drooped;
no longer shall you unleash torrents from your tongue.
Oh, white-hot zephyr of the morning,
How I wish your fall had come with warning!
Now your incandescent train is gloom;
no more will you water the thirsty orchards and summer-famished corn.
When you trawled the horizon with golden voice,
and with your sickle sliced the noise,
I never thought your time might be curtailed,
cut down by blade sharper than the one you hoisted.
Pluck Apollo's lyre: scatter drops of pearlescent dew,
Once your music winged over tangles of elm and yew,
yet never shall the harmonies of eternity be dampened:
or so I thought before the sapphire goblet was drained to the lees.
Words are immortal beings: spinning, flailing, sinning, wailing:
We cannot taste fluttering rose-buds but we can send language tailing,
to hoop, bedeck with gilt the firmament
and shoot rays of opalescent ecstasy to blind rogues into submission.
Yet far more and far higher is life than words can tell:
What more can be said? Strike the ages-worn bell.
Let it shoot its brawny waves over the seas,
and whip its well-worn message to the stars.
Miasma Ripening
by Odin Roark
The chaff of greed
Feeds the consumer-compost,
While urban disquietude
Marches in lockstep.
Decomposition rages…
Choked roads of sunbaked gridlock,
Spider web into house upon house,
Creating cubic-waste upon cubic-waste,
Richer,
Poorer,
Fancier,
Shittier.
Drive by Reality…
Poor eye the rich,
Rich eye endless wants,
Avarice-bloated ticks of debt
Cruise side by side,
Beamers in the middle lanes,
Teslas in the fast lanes,
Phony nails,
Phony tans,
Corporate coffee,
Frilly coffee,
Strip mall yoga,
Storefront Scientology,
Think it…
You can buy it.
“Parade” the operative word…
As flesh and blood window-mannequins
Masquerading as humans,
Bedeck themselves in ugly clothes,
Garish clothes,
Supplied by the ever-surging China.
Just as toxic denial continues,
So too the enslavement’s rising stench,
Its ripening enticement lingering,
Its seductive aftertaste addictive,
Oh, so addictive.
remembrance gentle like babe’s foot
smooth creamy warm
cradle handed down as heritage
here we sit waiting for christening
oblivious to what she will bear
what joys and anguish
hall clock ticktock
he is late with his mantras
to be whispered in her ear
soft purr of cat circles room —
nobody requires to speak
we roll new name on our tongues
over and over like counting
pearls on a necklace or
sweat drops down throat
even westwind is quiet today
a starling lands on sill
does not twitter, waits silent
she passes from one arm to next
wordless chaste enchanting
white crochet shawl alive
with granny’s hands —
teapot smiles rooibos tea
iced biscuits and cherries bedeck
oval oak sturdy, assured, steady
we hear his car in driveway
murmur a prayer of thanksgiving
still we whisper, still starling
has not flown or tweeted
teeny gold identity bangle glisten
white daisies shiver in bowl
petals endorse sound of name
beauty birthed has no time
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[Poet’s Note : Inspired by : Benicia Poet Laureate Emerita, Johanna Ely’s Poem : What Still Matters | Confirm : No AI ]
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colour
attracts a
bee here and there-
but fragrance stops it in
its tracks
over
the stubble
carrion crows-
the game-keeper heads home
for tea
August
shaded gold
becomes monsoon-
berries rot beneath the
bramble.
a drop
of water
upon the ground-
forever lost,without
a sound
inspired by 2 sam 14:14
Kisses
and cuddles
with whispered sounds-
love reciprocates
our need.
sunlight
on the tiles
dusted with snow-
rivulets overflow
the butt
dank fog
envelops
a bonfire night-
the party becomes a
damp squib
a thick
mist blankets
the winter dawn-
necklaced jewels bedeck
the hedge
a blue
plume curls from
the damp ashes-
yesterday's visions still
haunt me
the first
heavy frost
whitens the lawn-
overnight fall becomes
winter
muffled
bells echo
across the square-
sepia memories
surface
humid
canopy
of sultry days-
torrid tempers simmer
inside
A cinqku is an 'English language 'version of a tanka with 17 syllables 2;3;4;6;2
no title and last two(or three) lines being a surprise/comment on the first three
lines ie as in he American Cinquain of Adelaide Crapsey.Cinqku was created by American poet Denis Garrison
Rubies, sapphires, and emeralds, gems of such great worth
Gems beyond price and beauty from the bowels of the earth
Sought for and dreamed of, fought over and even died for
When all said and done just pieces of mineral from mother earths core...
Placed in gold and platinum settings, price beyond compare
Stored in vaults to precious are some, but still bits of mineral to be fair
Reds and greens, blues for sure, these gems stone are beauteous things
Nothing says I love you more, than gemstones set in golden rings.
For me these beauteous bits of glass that bedeck the bodies of some
Bought for gifts and treasured always, these little baubles of fun…
The best gemstone of all is ‘adamas’ or unbreakable from the ancient Greek
But it’s the qualities of this superlative gem, that is what I seek...
Its superlative physical attributes mean, it’s hard beyond compare
Allotrope of carbon spewed by volcanoes, and it is still rather rare
This gemstone which is a diamond, and guys this is the best surprise
I don't want even the remnant of a diamond, just the glint like diamond of love in your eyes…
© ~GG~ 2/10/2012
FOUR SEASONS (lanterne sequence)
May
breezes
in the trees
High summer
lightens
long
Fall
tints red
Autumn's stall
Asleep,winter
acts as
dead
QUATERNION (free verse)
Ah, Spring come again, the
warmth, the rain, yellows and
green.Grass, winds, blossom
bright,showers of life aloud in
the sky
Then Summer, her
beauty displays.
All nature in
flower, eye-catchingly dressed
to attract; then mellow vistas
bedeck the view with largesse,
bountiful Fall’s into our arms
to sustain our sleep in quietness
of Winter’s cold indoor nights
For Debbie;s Metamorph contest
The bridge above her nose was pierced,
Her nostrils were, as well,
With several silver bars laced through,
As far as I could tell.
Her upper ears both sported studs
And wrapped around her neck
A studded leather choker served,
With others, to bedeck.
I couldn’t count how many more
(I didn’t want to stare)
And on her wrists, assorted bracelets
Brightly dangled there.
She was a very friendly soul
And so I had to ask
If she slept with all her piercings;
She did not take me to task.
She simply laughed and said she did,
Not what I thought I’d hear,
Since I take my earrings out each night,
Just one in either ear.