Long Cadenced Poems
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The listlessly marooned trace of the last mile
fades away fast into nothingness of obscurity
beyond the unfurled tapestry of twilight zone,
the ambiguous path getting lost in anonymity
seeks definition in configured mystique metaphor,
engraved within the penumbra of panorama
patterned in my psychic kaleidoscopic display.
The mirror of drifting mirage shining deceptively
on the window of the world of fervent framework
constructs the innate instrument of my thoughts.
The momentary montage of esoteric exuberance,
laced with lattice of euphoria weaved engagingly
by the momentous strands of cadenced zephyr,
the swirling sagacity of mesmeric menagerie
on an en echelon flight, the design of delight
choreographed by the cloud clumps on flight
in the exaltation sky within scarlet sunset frame,
the spectrum serenading the song of silence
synced to the tranquil melody of stimulant spirit,
for the formless façade of indolent life unlived,
languishing tuneless in the cascading crescendo
of the symphony of emotion, as ecstatic fervor
flows entranced with the stream of sonata,
reverberating through ether of the mindscape
as the perennial pageant of immutable images
of the timeless motifs transfixed anonymously,
while the faceless people turn to crafted pretense,
their silhouettes shrouding the beauty of life.
The ephemeral essence morphs into a maestro,
conducts the concerto of the resonant memory.
Form:
Under the seamless sapphire dome overturned,
sprinkling the sparkle of my resplendent sky,
my mind morphs momentarily
into an ornate expanse of a blooming garden.
I feel it sculpted out with the cadenced contours
of the cheerfully cascading enthralled essence,
flowing through the aura of blossoming radiance
in the inspired current of earnest ardent.
Harbored happily in the sensuous shore
of the boundless sea of my beguiled life,
a polished pebble I relentlessly roll animated
in the timeless tide and ebb of time.
I am caressed by the successive surge
of the incessant waves of engrossing ecstasy,
spreading on me the lattice of adornment,
ornamented by the pristine pearls of rapture.
Spellbound by the stellar show in the sky of being,
my heart pulsates with the rhythm of joy,
as I sail in the sea of reflective consciousness
toward the serene sanctum of the soul.
When the dark cloud of gloom drifts
over my mindscape, the sad shadows configure
the painful pattern of roiling turmoil,
I find the leitmotif of heavenly love a part of me.
A pensive pilgrim I’m lost wandering within me,
get by God’s benevolence the adored bearing
to see my reflection in the blessed mirror of bliss,
bestowed from the cornucopia of His divine grace.
listless last mile
fading into obscurity
beyond the twilight zone
in ambiguous pathway
amalgamated
seeks configured definition
in mystique metaphor
to morph momentarily
into penumbra of panorama
in kaleidoscopic winsome montage
of enticing mirage
fervent
transient tableau
of euphoric lattice
of esoteric exuberance
weaved engagingly
by sensuous stream
of cadenced ardent zephyr
the swirling sagacity
of mesmeric menagerie
on an en echelon flight
furtive
of designed delight
choreographed by cloud clumps
in scarlet sunset sky
where harmonic hue echoes
the song of silence
turning to tranquil melody
of stimulant spirit
for formless façades
of enraptured life
unlived
in cascading crescendo
of symphony of emotion
as ecstatic fervor flows
entranced
in stream of sonata
sculpting on mindscape
pageant of immutable images
of timeless acuity
actuated
where faceless people
turn to shadows
their ephemeral essence
of sequestered silhouettes
conducts symphony of memory
resonating music of life
nostalgic
With dense mist adrift you dance cadenced slow,
amid your steps my stalled heart beats return.
Out of sight, you shape in me your shadow.
When from chilled horizon northern winds blow,
frozen cloud clumps spread dark shroud on spent sun,
with dense mist adrift you dance cadenced slow.
Now you saunter in my sunshine meadow,
in my hued dream to an angel you turn,
out of sight, you shape in me your shadow.
The spurt of your luring scent I follow,
your elusive trail I won’t stop to yearn.
With dense mist adrift you dance cadenced slow.
The sunburst sky makes my craving mind glow,
you stoke my fiery passion where I burn.
Out of sight, you shape in me your shadow.
In twilight I cross life’s landscape fallow,
the pain of longing heart you can’t discern.
With dense mist adrift you dance cadenced slow,
out of sight, you shape in me your shadow.
“The rhythmic beauty of togetherness doesn’t fade for love is lyrical” - By Poet
My time is made of many happy hours,
when you give me a glinting prism of glass.
I split the sun spectrum in vivgyor colors
for your dainty face the dawning rays to flush.
In the facetted mirror on your enticing face,
the alluring motif of yearning comes in my view.
Your sweet smile laces your innate grace,
enwraps my heart, and I always find it new.
The lustrous lens of my longing I find magnify
the window of your heart for the butterflies
to enter, and with my ardor they merrily fly
with my love in languishing disguise.
My radiant lens of fervor focuses sharply you
onto my entranced eyes, I’m lost in reverie,
see your face gleam all the time anew,
painted on the canvas of my memory.
The music of my heart you’ll hear pass you by,
serenading in joy when with you I’m close.
The nightingale of emotion will fly in your sky
with the cadenced lyric of love I’ll compose.
Sunshine soul resonating joyful vibrations
In a key of kindness, modulated by mirth,
With chords of joy, arranged in light,
And a symphony of smiles—
I approach my day.
Laughter echoes and resonates warmth,
In a cadence of contentment.
My soul is tuned to joy, lilting with laughter
And soft choruses of delight.
I welcome my day.
Serenity in symphony with bliss
In cascades of jubilant chorus
Of modulated merriment, cadenced glee
And overtures of ecstasy
I receive my day
Raptures rhapsody infused by zest
In a hush, a solaced timbre sings
An aria of elation, euphony in rapture
And harmony of heart
I embrace my day
Happy National Poetry Month, Poetry Soup...
Poetry should not be considered a luxury
Only to be enjoyed by the privileged few…
The cultural and cerebral elite.
Poetry need not be weighed down
By deeply ponderous metaphysical messages
To be worth one's time to read it.
But why do we many who are not privileged enough
To belong to the aforementioned categories need poetry?
We need poetry to tell us about things
Like joy and beauty,
And passion and love,
And wonder and wisdom,
And creativity and truth.
In other words…
Everything that gives life merit
And makes the living it
And the telling about it all worthwhile.
Most things in life are ephemeral, at best.
All things, in time…
Monoliths and monarchs,
Pyramids and politics,
Religions and reliquaries,
Baseless bigotries and, yes, even books…
Wear out, corrode,
Rot and decay,
And eventually turn to dust
And are erased from memory.
Poets, too, after passing through, will pass away,
But the spirit they infuse
In the verses they create and leave behind
Becomes, somehow, infused
With the metered,
Albeit chaotically cadenced spirit
Of the poetry of the universe,
And becomes, therefore, eternal,
And indestructible.
Twilight tinsels
of dwindling day
flush halcyon horizon
with cinnabar satin,
sunset splendor
spins celestial strands
in formless filament
of cadenced clouds,
turning to cosmic violin,
r e v e r b e r a t i n g …
Misty milepost
overtly ordains
penultimate path
at nebulous periphery
of future obscure,
twilight tune
resounds requiem
for forlorn being,
silhouetted still
against sundown skyline
of transient radiance,
discerning destined
in cauldron of time
the final flash
of demolished day,
d i s m a n t l i n g….
Twirling tapestry
of stormy suffering,
interlacing onyx clouds,
smears unwary horizon,
transiently hued once,
marks chameleon shift
of concealed colors
of dormant desires
on convoluted canvas,
lacerates the last corner
of frail fresco
of mystified mind,
c r u m b l i n g….
Deformed shards
of splintered sky
swirl in squally pathos,
roll on dismal waves
of curled bleak clouds,
the remnant patina
of sunflower sanguinity
still sparkles
in fading flashes
of sinking sun,
drowning the montage
of derelict memory,
composes latent melody
of unsung dreams
with fossilized life’s
frail facsimile,
sequestered in spectral sonata
of sunset swansong,
r e s o n a t i n g ….
the sounds of a world which once rang
with the magical rhythms of rhyme
from sheep being shorn of wool
to remedies given by the spoonful
magic lie in the ticking of clocks
nonsensical like hickory-dickory-dock
sugar coating the process of learning
lessons came with a cadenced adorning
sailors at work on their ships
sea shanties sprang from their lips
cowpokes alone on the range
clerks counting out the small change
uncrowned royalty without retinue
pouring forth all the things which they knew
beauty came with words which were said
as if laughter and precision had wed
abandon in the scramble for time
the long lost realm of rhyme
The titular template
of lyrical loneliness,
serenading
spaced out
the upbeat ethereal
mystique melody
of dreams
cadenced with
rhythmic quietude,
invigorated by
the rhapsody of
the million idyllic steps
I walk,
setting free
the hesitating heart
that quivers with
the wilderness willows,
the concrete contours
of inflexible essence
repudiate intractably
the catharsis reprisal.
I find a placating place
at the serene edge
of the stalled time,
sense sedated
the sound of silence.
All the dreams
blaze like emotive ember
in memory inferno,
swathed by the ashes
I breathe besieged
the smoky past,
whisper hollow words
to the amorphous air,
for I have nothing
more to say,
and silently float
in the sky of nothingness
with splintered awareness.
The sulking space between
the slices of soul,
where frail feelings
get frozen,
the lattice of desolation
is configured
with the shards of
shapeless desire,
turning to illusive images,
as they soar
to the void
of oblivion
in the solemn sky of
silence…