Long Bejewelled Poems
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“Phoenix Dreams in the Realm of Crows”
wake up
shake up
kaleidoscope girl
jigsaw
see saw
fit the pieces
she
another world
away
the in-betweeen
flows easily
through the veil
safe harbour
opening
portals
for ocean steering
curious kaleidoscope
stories to sew
the slip stitch
love knot cast
anchor’s raised
time’s racing
discharge fear
or remain
feathers spreading
in the realm
of crows
poetic
messengers
casting their spells
for opening
tombs turning
dead leaves to tomes
in the crowded hideaway
where shorthand, fixed tight to masts,
swings suspended for transcribing
dark nights,
where soft and fierce
treasure dwells
feathers spreading
cunning cuneiform for ghosts
who speak in tongues
transformative
strange letters
unfurling
spreading
deep indigo and
jesserant jet feathers
swords and keys
for plundering
and opening
impromptu places
mysterious better nests
for hidden golden eggs
broken yoked,
freed
spilling silver spoons,
curl love drunk
into warm skinned
velvet embryos
hugging new bodies
of work, slick palaces
for bedding
better never-endings
never ending,
electric muses
flocked
and kissing
sated singing
dreams
in the realm
of crows
the in-betweeen
flows easily
through the veil
safe harbour
opening
portals
for ocean steering
bejewelled St Elmo
phoenix fire stories lit, to sew
the slip stitch
love knot cast
anchor’s raised
astral charting
glossy winged stars
albatross angels
waxing lyrical
follies and flights
ignited, illuminating
phoenix dreams
in the realm
of crows
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Hideaway”/ Queens of the Stone Age
https://youtu.be/2dcbcic06vw
"Let It Happen" / Tame Impala
https://youtu.be/NMRhx71bGo4
"Nothing That Has Happened So Far Has Been Anything We Could Control"/Tame Impala
https://youtu.be/C1VelTQ3hdY
Crow Symbolism
https://www.onthefeeder.com/crow-symbolism/
LYRICS/ “Hideaway”, Queens of the Stone Age
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/queensofthestoneage/hideaway.html
LYRICS/"Let It Happen", Tame Impala
https://genius.com/Tame-impala-let-it-happen-lyrics
The Spring Queen.......
Delicate blooms
Fresh and new
Emerging colour too
Her dress.....
The colour of new green,
finished off in blue
Edged in snow drops
They follow her too
A walk through the trees
The lightest touch of her hand
and the leaves come forth
Banishing the winds from the north
That special bond...
With spring honey bees
The colour................
All from the Spring Queen's wand
A crown wrought from gold,
set on flaxen hair
Set with jewels and leaves
The colour to unfold
Such magic the wand weaves
Spring Queen.........
budding colours........
to be seen
Fresh and green
Spring Queen, touching summers day
The full blossom
Summer Queen
Tumultous green
The colour at play
The summer flowers
The colour glows
The Summer Queen walks through
Forests and meadows
The colour changing too
Summer queens' crown
Finest gold............
Bejewelled in flowers
A caress of hand...............
Petalled land....
All around
Dense leaves
of forest green
Gild the brocade.......
of the Summer Queen
Summer beginning to fade
Autumn coming.............
Autumn Queen,
sweeping through the glade
Leaves turning,
the sun , no longer burning
Rich orange and red
Yellows and browns too
Colour changing,
with Autumn's tread
Shades of brown and red.........
on her cape
The leaves begin to fall.......
With a toss of her head
She makes her way to the hall
The quiet rustle.......
Of Autumn.......
On her bustle
The colour to fall.............
As she walks to the castle wall
Her crown of bronze......
and turning leaves
Scattered trail...........
To the hall
Welcoming hail
The end of Autumn
The Autumn Queen grieves
The passing of...
The wand so...
North wind..........
The first winter snow
Winter crown..........
of the Winter Queen
Platinum and fox fur.........
The finest seen.......
The wand changing too......
Once bronze.......
Now blue,
chased with silver.....
The stars flew
Quiet fall of snow.........
From the north wind
So long ago...........
Lost reasons..........
The changing seasons
The four Queens
Within.........
Natures ring.....
Natures call
The castle wall.........
The wand that binds them all
"Before The Gates Of Alahsar,"
By,
Michael .P. Clarke.
Full Version.
Bardic style.
Chapter..........1..........Part..........1..........1.
Come now, my Lords and Ladies,
listen now to the tale I shall tell,
the ancient tale of the dreamland,
of Alahsar, I lay before you.
look now within your mind's eye,
look on the golden gates to peaceful shrine,
they stand in wonder,
before a city of joy and peace,
a most ancient jewel.
I, your Bard, stand before you,
my words, I am ready to sing,
my beating heart of truth,
it shall beat the tales cadence,
as my words, I do speak.
Oh, Alahsar, your dream forever sung,
I lay it forth, following ancient texts,
come now, my Lords and Ladies,
listen to the tale my heart shall tell.
Never, had there been dark, in Alahsar's jewelled kingdom,
the sky afire, with a golden glow, in a night of lightened twilight,
all night, this sun would lie low in the sky, a golden glory,
this light of love, ever touching the beating heart of Alahsar.
The sun did sparkle off golden pinnacles and minarets bejewelled,
the sun, kissed gold so gently, and golden light did live,
my Lords and Ladies, such a dazzling display of light effects,
forth did come the rainbows of dream's desire.
Upward, ran the virgin white, stone dwellings, of the city,
they did tower to such heights, they reached for the heart of Heaven,
open your minds to the vision, look upward, upward, ever upward,
atop the great city, a golden palace, how that glory did shine.
This was a golden beacon to all, that Alahsar did live,
the city of dream, in its golden coat, arrayed, it did sing dream's song,
from the golden gates below to the golden palace atop, peace and joy did reign,
Alahsar, sing dreams song in majesty.
On the first level, the dwellings of Alahsar's mighty armies,
of the most sumptuous furnishings, they were arrayed,
seem within your minds, soldiers dressed in such regal splendour,
those on duty, they walk proudly. from dwellings to the mighty parapet walls.
They all know nights of passion, in rooms of silken beauty,
primal passion, emitting sighs and screams into the night
communal wash areas were to the rear of these dwellings,
they were behind high walls, built into the rock itself.
To Be Continued...........
“Ascension Bleeding”
In the Time of Great Sadness
a thunderous calling
resounds to
The All
Individually
like puzzle pieces
they are slowly
Connected
energetically
the truth experienced
no need for explanation
Internally
From within
they are for once truly feeling
the strange familiarity
of a childhood’s innocence
a once loved but lost
distant story
spreads its
new loving warmth
an alien thought,
this new conceptual
Being -
"They" transform to "Thee"
in this, their collective dream
Become Strong
as
The One
All Understanding
and holding a sceptre
bejewelled with
the hearts and minds
of each other
Love, Respect, Integrity
day by day
from within
the silence of fear
gradually
Becomes Sanctuary
The Time of Great Sadness
disappears
their hearts and minds
slowly unfurl like a
glistening
multi coloured
thousand petalled lotus
Knowledge Arrives
freed
from the clench fisted
Hearts and Minds of Man
in an eternal
formless spectrum of
Ultra Violet
Light
permeating all
from inside
the unified stem
outwards received
It has come from within
The One
is
Borne Again
Some kind
of
strange awakening
Ascension
is unexpectedly
delivered and worn
by that which is not seen
arriving not through
the type of clouds
they were all expecting
the robes
flowing over
and around
The Unexpected Crown
Coronal
Breath Taking
Feet bare, not walking
Ascension Bleeding
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
In Dickensian time
Upon sunset hour
Overshadowing Thames
Is London Tower
Blackened cobble streets
Shimmer in the rain
Big Ben at Westminster
Chimes an eight bells refrain
At Euston Station
A passenger alights
On Platform 3
And enters the caff
for a nice cup of tea
At the local tavern
Behind steamy windows
The opportunists sit
Gleaning local gossip
Ever watchful to ensnare
Any hapless stranger
come wandering there
Covent Garden
still well lit
As lamplighters
carry out their remit
Striding with ladders
about old London town
With a cheery wave
and a purposeful frown
Patrolling policemen
in forbidding places
Echoing footfalls
as boots make paces
A courting couple shelters
under the arches
Oblivious to passerby's
and dray cart horses
A hackney driver cracks his whip
As high stepping hooves
on cobbles clip
From Westminster
stove pipe hatted M.P.s from
parliament sitting
enter a members club
to continue their
political discourses
unremitting
Mudlark urchins ankle deep
in moonshine glow
watch chugging steam boats
along the Thames flow
Billingsgate Market's
straw boated and
stripe aproned men
are found sluicing
with brooms in hand
the blood drenched ground
Along the West End thoroughfares
Come wealthy patrons
in open carriages with lantern flares
wearing evening attire
Bejewelled ladies in fanciful frocks
And around bare shoulders
Stoles of mink and silver fox
They ascend the red carpeted stairs
And look towards the royal box
A pretty young street seller
of violets and roses
with straw basket on hip
proffers up the scented poses
A peasouper fog blankets from
Thames to chimney tops
As a trader hooks his shutters down
Outside his haberdashery shop
Across London Bridge the East End rabble
Trail homeward to Hackney, Bethnal Green
and Whitechapel
From an open pub door
streams a music hall tune
played on an accordion
in a crowded tap room
Wending amongst the walkers
in the Strand
run beggarly children
with outstretched hand.
And......
Charles Dickens
walks the streets
at night
taking note
of every sight.
A pair of slave girls waved chamar to thee,
As diamonds flashed with light of lamps well lit,
A king of kings must have fallen to knee,
To strip out bejewelled shoes from thy fair feet,
While Abyssinian eunuch of foulest breath
And looking like a harbinger of death,
Though clad like a gay angel somewhat odd,
And standing guard O with a naked sword,
Perhaps, might have secured thy stately room,
Then wonder I, what should have caused the doom
Of thy death, O thou flower of desert,
What swept away glory of thy grandeur?
What kind of jealousy O could have hurt
Thee? And what kind of intrigue oh ever?
To what shore of cruel death wert thou cast?
At what damndest of land? I feel aghast.
A query riddled in my memory
For long as was writhing through reverie,
I heard a scream when of Maher Ali,
‘Stand back, stand back, all this is fairy tale',
And my servant handed letters to me,
While salaam from the cook looked all too stale.
‘No more can I stay in this eerie place',
And packed off to move to my work amidst
Souls in solid flesh, life alive in grace,
My servant smiled, whilst hopeful of the least.
Yet, by the eve giddy minded I grew,
And felt as if I had a tryst to keep,
Office work seemed an act of bread from blue,
A better harvest was when there to reap,
And I threw all aside to drive away,
Not stopping till the palace was in sight,
The day as wished sun well, it was twilight,
With hurried steps I took stairs to my way.
__________________________________________
Narrative |01.04.2024|
Note: A poetic translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s story in Bengali: Kshudhaarto Paashaana, divided in I to XIII parts, largely in blank verse that lapses into rhymes along with its twists and turns. The story is known to have happened during Tagore’s stay at Shaahibaug palace in Ahmadabad, the nearby river Sabarmati becoming river Suista in the story.
I endure the pang of solitude...the sigh of a forlorn love
Time is no healer, every sand of time brings in moments
I hasten to go- halves with none but You,
My confidant, my best soul mate
To lose the man I had relied on for so long
Is utterly devastating...
Never was life bed of roses,
But all that mattered when you were around
Only you can understand the depths of my pain
Only you can feel my deafening silent tears
People say you left in a hurry... so untrue...!
You're right here in full flesh and blood as me.
You made me strong and I will move on as you
See the care, courage and peace in my eyes
That bejewelled in you... oh yes,
You had all the time in the world to transform me into you
You did leave without a hint, but you were not in a hurry
The credence gets stronger in my heart,
As I gaze into the eyes of our progeny... yes,
They look at me the way I used to look at you
Eyes crammed with dream, faith and selfless love
My heart skips some beats that moment
To stand stronger than we had begun.
Ultimately, I discern that, it is not you who is lost!
You're right here in full flesh and blood as me.
It's me who is mislaid, lost in search of the refuge called you
When you've sapped all my tears and heart sunk in mourning
I realize... You're right here in full flesh and blood as me
I don't need me... I have your job to do
They're your legacy and I will bring them up as best I can
As a leopardess can't change her spots...
so as I remain who I am!
And you are the Apple of my eye forever!
Whatever I am today has come from you...
I am told, the pain will ease in time...
Time is no healer but I have learnt running along with time!
As of me, my lonely love shall find its way to you !!!
( In tribute to my beloved husband (late) Mr. Zakir Hussain)
Beauty Attracts the Eye But Personality Captures the Heart.
O beloved arise inside my eyes.
Let me hold you within.
I will not see any other.
Nor will I let you.
Parting from my hands and abandoning without a union.
Now try leaving my heart and I shall see you.
Yet lovelier than blue skies.
Is the village of your dwelling.
I yearn for his appearance
Listen to me! O Lord
Now it’s all in the hands of destiny.
Nobility and respect of this union.
I have inscribed myself
In the name of my beloved.
He is a melodious bird.
He is a magnificent man.
This foolish girl has taken.
The beloved’s heart as the Lord.
My senses have become one.
On the garland of my breaths.
I have bejewelled my beloved’s name.
I am aware of my inner self.
And my beloved’s is known to my Lord.
Now this is my devotion.
And this is my prayer
One’s beloved is in a temple
And another’s in a mosque
But on the garland of my breaths
I have bejewelled my beloved’s name who is present inside mosque.
I am of no other purpose
But spellbound for my beloved’s name.
I have bejewelled my beloved’s name.
In the colours of love, I have become so absorbed.
That everything appears to be of one reflection.
Collecting garlands of love.
I have become Lucky.
It’s not the mistake of my beloved.
And he is not to be blamed.
Talking to myself like an insane
I have got a bad name
My beloved is the beautification of life.
And also the vermilion in my hair.
When fallen in my beloved’s eyes.
What use is living?
On the garland of my breaths
I have bejewelled my beloved’s name.
For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
O'er fields strewn with harvested evergreens,
There ventured a marine from Queens,
His flesh were a slight inky, his clothing was ragged,
No more alive, flowing in dread and haggard.
All around him darkness loomed quite blue,
Once a fair surround, radiant and imbue,
In the light he walked there, shadowed by fear,
But tragic winds did jinx his heart severe.
Then wondering thro' rain and stormy clouds,
Opaque in brittle hues, ghostly in shrouds,
With white shades of bubbling horror his evermore,
A mere ripple in earth's waters he'd deplore.
Onwards thro' the crushing storm he trekked,
The landscape ahead was defiantly suspect,
Its dour horizon presented a challenge to survey,
Where the sounds of thunder it rapt his day.
In raucous rumbles the marine heard the sky,
As frightening, with spawns of black fly,
Memorialized in his sleep, to haunt him evermore,
Then have brews of mystique he'd explore.
And a bejewelled goose would decorate his path,
There draped in quaint linen it felt his wrath,
Murmuring quietly the water bird flew into the light,
As bright as the sun, in some alluring plight.
To dream of despair, tenebrous in its imagery,
Hypnotic, muttering of death and infinity,
There with the wink of an eye he let the sunshine in,
His mother then smiled at her miracle kin.
She'd been there all along thro' his tribulation,
That struggle of low bumps and amputation,
Rosemary oil bid him comfort there as he woke,
From a coma it were, but horrors did evoke.
Down the pallid rush of melancholy misfortune,
A marine was reunited with life all impromptu,
His will to live it were strong after what he'd seen,
So two bungalows he obtained from a queen.
As sensitive and as fragile
As a mottled Butterflies tissue paper wings
As gentle and tender as a teasing caressing arresting summer breeze
As transparent and crystal clear as a calm ocean
As jubilant as a trilling perky Robin perched on a sprouted tendriled tree
As refreshing and invigorating trickling sparkling mountain stream
As cosy and heart warming as a snug newly laundered blanket on a winter day
As reassuring as a morning's expanding pleasant rays
As a ferryman taking us to the edge of a blissful dream
As a field of wavering fragrant roses so heady wafts under one's nose
As an ambient glowing milky moon lights up the sky
As the stars dance in their eyes
As lush as a bejewelled meadow with the most vibrant green
As sweet as Royal honey giving tastebuds delight
As a fountain of youth and harboured vitality has spilled its elixir
As your receptive eyes rest gently on the breathtaking vista below
As cuddly as a baby Panda so sweet you don't want to let go
As a treasure chest alien with gold
As the Aurora Boliaris shifting colours light up the sky
As a warm placid ocean that soothes and cleanses as it washes over you
As a comfortable soft feathered bed made for just two
As an Angel spreads their wings and the other Angels sing
As a remote tropical island sitting in an ocean of Azure blue
As an open window leads to another lover's heart
As a bond so strong and firmly rooted and entwined in solid ground
As rain pours with droplets of love you get soaked but don't want to get dry
As your ship of dreams is just a hair width Away
As the clock marches backwards and you ride the waves of time
As your heart has finally a home and you're no longer alone.