Long Cascade Poems
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My mother’s eyes of ebony, sparkling stars
Carefully, she paints her lips' gypsy red
A cascade of flowing ringlets, her hair shines from afar
Muscatels quaint flowers, she wore on her head
Her costume; polka-dot, red and white
To have spent more time with dance, her regrets
Her smell unique, perfume is there more delight?
With my small hands in hers she taught me castanets
A spirited folklore, so well I know
Flamenco music hath a far more pleasing sound
I grant I never saw a goddess glow
My mother, when she tapped, stomped the ground
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any revealed, beyond compare
Mother's Day
In the heart of the flames, passion ignites
Burning brightly with creative might
Dancing shadows, swirling high.t
Embers of inspiration painting the sky
From the ashes of doubt, new art takes flight
In the glow of the fire, the soul shines bright..
As words cascade in a torrential stream,
The ember of inspiration fulfills its dream.
Igniting the soul with fiery grace,
It whispers stories in time and space.
A flame that burns with relentless force,
Guiding the poet on a boundless discourse.
Lies the ember of inspiration, flickering in trance.
A flickering dance casting shadows
on paths unexplored.
Burning with passion unbound,
its embers glow bright,
A beacon of hope in the depths of the night.
A source of light amidst the chaos,
Where aspiration and solace belongs.
Fueled by a spirit unyielding, it blazes on,
Defying the odds, in the face of all wrong.
The cinnamon scented days
in your grandiose porcelain cups,
as you would like to say,
in grass green warmth of May
of the sandal wood shadow
in your valley
made of three warm words from starry dark,
alongside the moon-circles
It is lovely
A rose dance
In a tipsy trance
A blue Greece peace
descending downward
Shivering moon ice
And Amazon warmth
From mouth to mouth
“Go slow go slow “
Calls the lark
from moon-snow
“Go slow”
Why the distraction?
In the lovely job of translation
from fire to ice
Slice by slice
Dropping all disguise
Into a stupendously charming reality
Of collapsing charm
Then, all on a sudden
Why the reaction
Of sudden interruption?
The lark asks
“Look above
Visit the cascade first
The temples, the galloping horses
The beautiful bird-neck
And the awesome hills”
The cream coloured shaft of sky
beteen the two tension to the hilt
Maddeningly failing
Into freedom of the flood
Tumultuous silence ...
And he felt the soft palm on his forehead
He came to
It was the nurse
By his hospital bed
‘Yes ?'
‘Sir, you have to ....'
'The chemotherapy?'
'Yes Sir'
A gentle smile on her face
A sandal wood shade
Of a different kind though
And ice slabs
In almost absolute temperature
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20/01/2017
It was a new year's party
Footfalls of the cups and glasses
Dances of the eyes and tongue
The time swung with the music
She wore a light pink lipstick
A lithe body of twenty
A handndsome cascade in the eyes
Time forgot to fly
Across the table
Sat a young man of about twenty one
The brilliant eyes there and then won
Her thoughts
The river and the yacht
The conversation spurred
Further invitations and meets
For the hungry heartbeats
They got married
One day in the evening
Were into a starry swing
Under the dream-filled stars
He talked of the Venus and Mars
Mentioned the milkyway and black holes
Adjusted the rose in the buttonhole
She recited Eliot under the oak and chestnut
The time rippling in the two pink huts
Just a few weeks later
When he was about to unveil the nature
Looking into the time and space
Amazed at its grace
To find out
If God really did not play
The dice with the universe
He was diagnosed with a deadly disease
She stood by refusing to be daunted
We will not allow it to be terminal
She was emphatic
As in the wheel chair
He would amble
Though the doctors gave no more than
Three years of life
The river resolved
To stand by the desert
The chlorophyll by the grey leaves
Eyes keeping close watch on the disease
She pieced together the broken sun
Aggregate of many a moment of the nun
Weaving his tattered confidence
With the wools of warm love for the husband
A fragrance of the garden
The home and family
Rested exclusively on her shoulders
Though overwhelmed
They carried out the responsibility
Ungrudginly
The disease relented
Its progress slackened
The stars in the night sky celebrated
The togetherness unbridled
He travelled on
From the summit to the next summit
Done it, she exclaimed
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March 21, 2018
Together we are strong - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Note : As I was not personally involved in what happened, I understand the poem might not fit into the frame of the sponsor. Still considering the strength of the togetherness highlighted in the poem I am entering it for the contest
Beneath the veil of twilight, time lets its shadow fall,
It trickles like quicksilver through the unseen hourglass,
The silent ticking follows us, we, the children of earth,
Try to halt it with the song of remembrance, but it slips away.
The never-ending childhood summers' play was blown,
Seasons found anew in each dewdrop, a pretext for enchantment,
In the sacred pulse of time, a day weaves its end,
Veiling spring in a day of September.
Breathe deeply, feel the cascade of life overflowing,
From the sun that, in your palm, transforms into an entire world,
Day travelers, learning to read anew the planet's movement,
In the unsaturated chromatic range of the first glimpse.
On the path unveiled under rain, steps start the story anew,
Water—the divine painter, replenishing its palette of light and shadow,
Each droplet threading notes onto your skin,
A prelude to rediscovery, an echo in the tympanum of eternity.
Embrace childhood anew, with clear eyes, free of arrows,
Allow yourself to be unsettled deciphering the canvas of life's hues and textures,
Like a wild tapestry on which dream sculptors leave their mark,
And the occasional falling star quintessentializes your inner sky.
Ascent, descent, searching for the lost chord, listen to the murmur of the moon,
Plant in each movement the scent of never-ending amazement of blue,
Unrolling your existence like a symphony where each note is an adventurous world,
And let each evening be an open whisper, a rich tapestry of memory,
A narrative to which tomorrow weaves promises of azure.
THE SOLID TRUTH
On the day I was born.
Everyone put me on a petal stool.
The Angel's played a trumpet horn.
While everyone called me a ~precious jewel.
Harps played!
Doves flew!
That's how my birth was displayed.
As I got older ~ As I grew!
My heart of gold started to fade.
Sinking down in to the blues.
I hide my thoughts under the shade.
Wondering how one screw got lose.
I removed the pin from my own grenade.
Like TNT~ I lit my own fuse.
Blowing myself away from your masquerade.
My life has no buttons to defused..
My heart is twisted with barbwire as a barricade.
I live this rotten life, no reason to hit the snooze.
Sweating and letting the thoughts of revenge cascade.
A level of rage and hate is my only muse.
You camouflaged into a blonde beast with the eyes of jade.
The truth has come out, with an unacceptable excuse.
The solid truth, is like solid waste.
A force of mean, turning a heart cold.
Here's the truth do you want my new sour taste.
Forget when I was sweet, when I was bold.
I enjoy this new feeling of being out of place.
The truth was told..
In your face.
I laughed at the way it was all unfold.
Walking with a smile~ one day you will die,
and pay for what is owed.
While I sleep at night with Glory..
You'll wake up everyday to my untold story.
With the solid truth that lies have no end.
Guilt will have everyone crying at my funeral.
Wondering what happened to their "precious jewel.
by;p.d.
BEYOND GLOOM OF GREY
A time came unheralded in my life when
Writhing in the crushing clutches of suffering
My heart broke and bled in pining pain
Found no comforting arms near to cling.
I took a plunge in the dense and dark sea of agony
Tried to swim across to the calming shore not in sight
Someone from within told me to try detached and see
Hope rise like sun in the day that dawns after the night.
My broken heart morphed into a bird, grew wing
And flew in freedom over the hill and far away
To a garden of rose blooming in the sparkle of spring
Under the azure sky emerging from the gloom of grey.
In ethereal scented solitude I sensed in my core
The essence of my soul opening the petals of peace
Tranquil ecstasy then started to cascade and pour
In my serene mind the florid shower of bliss.
Let the broken heart get the wings, fly free
Flowers in the debris of despair you’ll see.
May 22, 2018
Theme : Over the hill and far away
Contest : Let Your Pen Drip
Sponsored by : Broken Wings
Spring.
As springtime shows a kinder face.
Birds nesting now with feathered grace,
Creating lifes unbroken chain,
Delighting those in our domain.
England awakens,songbirds sing..
Fresh is the dew, mornings will bring.
Gorgeous blossoms adorning trees.
Hives alive, swarming with bees.
Irises, those rainbow flowers,
Just glistens in, sunshine and showers.
Kissed by nature,spring will bestow,
Lakes so serene in twilights glow.
Mornings bring the joys of spring.
Nettles - beware they're apt to sting.
Our countryside now wearing green,
Pictures a perfect rural scene.
Quaint cottages stand in a row.
Rambling roses springs late late show.
Silver streams and babbling brooks,
Those wild flowered banks and shady nooks.
Utopian landscapes of desire
Verdant pastures to admire.
Windflowers enjoying woodland shade.
Xanthic daffodils cascade,
Yonder dancing with the breeze.
Zephyrs West winds,they gently tease.
2/ 23/ 2015.
I can sense the air a changing, through my eyes in peripheral see
This I have to await, to await what she brings to we
Oh! this trepidation, I'm in fear of what we've been told
For her skies are not what they seem in fear of her unfold
Suddenly azures are bleached, diminished from their blues
Maybe the headlines, the news informed, are now becoming true
Cobalt bluey greys, amidst blackened silvery delights
Beckon my eyes in see, this night a changing sight
Sporadic openings honour, it's as if their about to clear
Then thunder like kettle drums, reignite my fears
With one hell of a mighty crash, resonating thunderous noise
Straight away my mind reminds that nature knows destroy
Mountains in the distance, in daylight so far away
A flash here, a flash there, their standing in disarray
I stand here awaiting, knowing, that her heavens are about to burst
Her cascade, cacophonous noise, she rarely lets us thirst
Ice bullets teeming, streaming, amidst droplets of what could have been
Crashing, caressing, stressing, man's modern life now screams
Stop-lights, signs swaying, flaying, crashing to the ground
But even the designs of man, can rarely imitate her sounds
Seconds, minutes, hours pass, now a calmness before her storm
There will never be a day, when even we conform
For I marvel in fascination, so vivid in what she displays
In lightening we appear to be, but we will never outweigh
Beneath the autumn trees I lie
The leaves drift down around my head
I'll hear the sound of wild geese fly
And dream, I will, upon my bed
As the golden sun of summer fades
And the leaves are turning scarlet red
The world becomes a bright cascade
With Persian rugs of leaves to spread
The pond is edged with twigs, and sodden leaves
The odors of the earth, green moss and peat
The roots of quiet trees and rotting logs
The crumbling bank where cattails wash their feet
Where tiny minnows dart with lightning speed
Among the roots where wild ducks come to feed
The very core and essence of the earth
Born of melted snow, and sleet and rain
Of birds who roost amid the tree tops high
And breathe the wholesome fragrance of the sky
Trees that sway and swoon along the bank
Shedding leaves of amber, rust and gold
Like ashes left from burning autumn dreams
To listen, standing guard on either flank
O'er twig and stone, with watchful eyes so keen
While shading coves where angler poles have been
Across it's face, a restless ripple seen
Where tangled grass and weeping willows lean
Upon the shores where struggles soon will cease
This place to spend in nature's splendid peace
8/17/12