Long Charisma Poems
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The moist meadow of the sanctuary of my heart
desiccates in desolation like a desert,
the dispersed clouds of parched passion
make my mirage mind a deceptive sky.
The halcyon horizon I call mine waits
for the argentine mesmeric moon to rise,
send from the fervent sparkling skyline
the sequins of your charisma
to swathe my shelter with shades of sapphire.
The surge of sequestered sandstorm drifts
the sands of my derelict desire away
from the shifting dunes of deprivation.
The refuge of oasis within me doesn’t remember
it was once an epitome of my longing.
My dreams dissolve in your visage,
paint panorama of passion on canvas of my essence,
spread emotive hues on your facade of fervor,
the flight of ecstasy takes me
where you are gone.
Away from the wilderness of my loneliness
in the far away fawn forest,
I wish you turn into an emerald tree.
In its soothing shade I’d like to repose,
hear the song of the lavender leaves,
rustling in the breeze with your charm.
In the template of my seclusion,
the transient display of the drifting dreams
turns into lilting lyric of million steps
I walk to reach you,
setting free the captive heart
that quivers like the wasteland willow.
As the motif of my resolute essence
repudiates the reprisal of catharsis,
at the edge of your serenading fading shadow
I sense in the haven of my heart
the cadence of silence.
"The flowers dance to the music of ecstasy, in your dreamy eyes I see me glow" - By Author
As the spring in the air ripples in my meadow,
I see the dance of dulcet patina on dainty petals,
unfurling with the touch of the dawn’s spectrum,
like your hazel eyes out of the dreamy trance.
The flowers blossom in chromatic silence of joy,
look up to the sunburst pallet of the seamless sky,
suffusing its splendor in the essence of their soul,
paint portraits of heavenly surreal beauty .
As the satin night showers silver tinsels
that float on the mystique flow of the moonbeam,
I descry the sparkling sky descend on my garden,
flowers shine in sapphire hue of the sprouting stars.
Celestial charisma of glow dances with floral cadence,
pulsating in my heart with enticing rhythm of grace,
that radiates the luring luster of exultation
from the placid petals of your florid face.
Pining for the embrace of your fragrance,
I make an ornate vase from my yearning,
where I place the bouquet of the blooming buds,
enfolding your heart that turns into lilac lily.
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March 13. 2021
Contest : Flower Or Flowers In Imagism Form
Sponsor : Constance La France
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Dainty drizzle drops of melted cloud alight
Descending as tumbling torrent of shower
In the deep darkness of the opaque night.
Blows of winds' wrath the squally sky devour
Refuses to waste away into oblivion in vain
Descending as a tumbling torrent of shower.
The youth of face sparkles with smile in rain
Cascades charisma as an ebullient stream
Refuses to waste away into oblivion in vain.
The moist face radiant with pearly gleam
Floats in the flowing time not for very long
Cascades charisma as an ebullient stream.
Heart pulsates with the melody of rain song
Mesmerizing the essence of youth awhile
Floats in the flowing time not for very long.
On the morose face of dissolved smile
Dainty drizzle drops of melted cloud alight
Mesmerizing the essence of youth awhile
In the deep darkness of the opaque night.
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Posted : May 1, 2022
Contest : Your Favourite Poem From the First Half Of 2022
Sponsored by : Julia Ward
(whose video powerfully, profoundly, and
positively affected this southeastern residing
Pennsylvania papa)!
Afflicted with Cystic Fibrosis since her birth
contagious exuberance, gung-ho,
infectious jubilance noah dearth
which eye opening (then tearing)
podcast link sent tummy
FaceBook account,
she distilled and
didst poignantly blog the
purpose driven life,
no matter...hmm...
her existential time
nearing thee finis
line on planet Earth
though upworthy defying
deathly clasp of grim reaper,
who scythe lent
lee doth await
she (titled lass of poem) established
a substantial supportive network,
via such an up
beat aura, charisma,
persona, et cetera create
ting global bond sans,
world wide web, aye equate
chance lucky opportunity
to witness airily especial
and gutsy acceptance
of her (congenital) grim fate
while this healthy
(as an oxymoron) lix
spit tilling chap doth hate
sweaty palms (a minor,
though tolerable inconvenience)
versus being irate
at an accursed disease
still no cure as of late,
yet...state of
the art revolutionary treatments
provide longevity, and... YES
possibility to discover a mate
though consigning severe limitations
but...WOW, that girl (unknown
til yesterday) doth narrate
positivity, which amazing
will power didst permeate,
within thine noggin
triggering sincere flowing tears
bursting forth at an unstoppable rate
hence this attempted rye
ming livingsocial tribute
to go for broke
esprit de corps elan trait
completing a bucket list
while eternal sleep will wait!
It has been quite long that we’ve been intimate,
in rain and in shine we’ve fostered our entwined fate.
In the dune of my mind mirages disappear in the desert,
make your shifting shadow overtly overcast my heart.
The dream clouds of parched passion don’t come low,
my horizon waits weary for the southern wind to blow,
bring your wispy winsome charisma with the sunset glow,
in its spectral surge my chromatic craving yearns to flow.
Time comes when disparity develops from consuming closeness,
dancing to your music in the misleading maze makes no sense.
Our detangled roads diverge, I see at the end of the day,
out of conundrum I choose the one taking me from you far away.
Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life,
I drift with no rancor out of the realm of the extant enigma rife.
I won’t detest you if in my dull days you don’t ever shine,
I would walk my life’s pathway the way I want, for it’s mine.
Beauty of blooming flower’s flair
Lies encased in core of all buds
Scent of the spring’s sweet air
Flies on the wings of all birds.
Nothing lies between Eve and you
When I look at you my eyes are full
With eternal rainbow’s feminine hue
Because all women are beautiful.
Beauty of nature’s timeless art
Flies on the wings of all butterflies
Sparkle of the lover’s elated heart
Twinkles in the stars of all skies.
Nothing lies between Eve and you
When I look at you my eyes are full
With eternal rainbow’s feminine hue
Because all women are beautiful.
In beauty of a woman you’ll see
Charisma of all womanhood in full
Don’t chase desire on trail of fantasy
Because all women are beautiful.
Nothing lies between Eve and you
When I look at you my eyes are full
With eternal rainbow’s feminine hue
Because all women are beautiful.
Designed woman beauty in you is bountiful
Because all woman are beautiful.
Designed woman grace is bountiful in you
Because nothing lies between Eve and you.
Written : June 2, 2020
“At the end of gloomy winter the spring of yearning emits the floral fragrance of love” – Quote by Poet
The serene shade beneath the serenading trees,
the leaves shake with the stroke of spring breeze,
creates the latticed yearning of inspired impression,
filling the empty space of my fathomless depression.
The bursting golden beams of sunset blaze,
pierce the gleaming network of the foliage maze,
carry your glowing essence of euphoria to my heart,
the gloomy cloud drifting across my sky can’t thwart.
The cascading charisma of your sparkling smile,
caressed by the jasmine zephyr for a long while,
flows with your fragrance in mesmeric moonshine,
the radiant fervent night suffuses the sense of mine.
When in spring the chromatic strands of hue
design a new panorama of my longing for you,
the buds spread the odor of your charm magical,
I perceive you emit for me the scent of floral panicle.
my grandmother’s name is Verna
some look at her and see section 8, welfare checks, abuse and neglect
they see insufficiency, ignorant independency, a trench-condemned wreck
no collegiate education, no high-school diploma, they see a lack of dedication
they look in my grandmother’s eyes and with the snap of their fingers subject her to poverty, they banish her to being a pawn in their monopoly
they gratuitously perpetuate their hate and generously project their mental state
and to this? my grandmother smiles, she says Ladybug, don’t worry about me, they don’t know
They don’t know that my grandmother has built diamonds of men in the rough
she has made roses of women out of concrete
mountains move at the sound of her step
she makes even what is long lost feel kept
her smile could make a fish breathe out of water
i could posses no humanly title more noble than her granddaughter
there is no greater honor that I am allowed
no duer justice of mine than to make her proud
my grandmother sculpted my spirit with calloused hands and a heart overflowing, imbuing me with a strength born not of privilege, but of fiercely earned knowing
they don’t know about the lullabies she’s sung through thin walls, how many time she’s picked me up from my falls, and more importantly how she doesn’t keep count
her motherhood, a tapestry woven with threads of sacrifice and strands of grace, a masterpiece unseen by eyes that only value pedigree and place
my grandmother has raised generations of excellence. don’t believe me? just open your eyes-you never met a woman so sagacious-so wise-so gracious-even with my words you couldn’t surmise
I’m talking about a charisma you wouldn’t believe, a resilience you couldn’t conceive, a wit you could never deceive, a love you wouldn’t know how to receive,
if i died and said I never knew unconditional love, I would be a bold-faced lie
i think my grandma would raise up out her grave and set the record straight with a fire burning in her eye
hell, call it blasphemy but I think my grandmother’s touch could make a blind man see
her soul breaking chains and setting lives free
my grandmother’s name is Verna
and if God was a woman on earth, then I’ve been a disciple since birth
Ambrosia of autumn romance suffused summer swansong,
as in my sky you came floating like wisp of chromatic cloud.
Its flushed fringe weaved the lattice of yearning in my heart,
turning love into a butterfly flittering in the garden of fervor.
Charmed, I felt the ecstasy of longing in the waft of allured air,
rippling through the spectral opulence of the sunburst dawn.
On the hued boughs of embrace I made jade dream of foliage,
until the foreboded time came with the flinging call of the fall.
The charisma of your face flashed in crystal drizzle of moonshine,
swaying in emerald breeze whistling the melody of fervent night.
I unfurled the wings of my soaring desire in amorous ambiance,
flew to the rising horizon brightening in the gleam of your grace.
As the new day dawned wrapping the foliage with patina of gold,
lying on blazing tapestry draping the ground, I held you in my fold
in the thicket behind my pasture where autumn tunes rustled, for
'breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves'.
('breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves' - The Last Goodbye by
Vijay Pandit)
April 20, 2020
Contest : Poetic Lines From A Poetry Soup Poet - Vijay Pandit
Sponsor : Silent One
The splendor of blossoming flower lies
in the petals of the unfurling buds,
as the shower of spring’s spectrum of colors
saturates the latticed wings of butterflies.
Their charm surrounds the appealing frame,
inventing the captivating magnetism of woman.
The sensuous forces of enthralling attraction
carry her time-transcending pristine beauty,
epitomizing the pragmatic perception
that nothing lies between the elegance of Eve and her.
The sparkle of indigo lagoon reflects dormant dreams,
portrayed in the entranced visage of ebullient eyes.
The lustrous lotus petals of the luscious lips,
bloom in the gorgeous garden of fervent female face,
carved intrinsically with narcissistic contours of pride.
The winter spider of the setting sun weaves
the spreading serrated webs of weary time
within the facial furrows of fading charm.
The listless lips of wilted pallid petals hold
the patina of passion, enticing till the end.
The smoky glazed eyes gaze into forlorn nothingness
from the desiccated valley of sensual vacuity
to the empty horizon of the twilight zone.
The picture with the instilled aura of stilled time
doesn’t enclose the anguish of loss,
for it symbolizes the novel notion -
what is a face if not a metaphor
for the panorama of feminine penchant,
the enduring snapshot of mesmeric moments,
captured within the eternal elegant frame
of untarnished concealed perennial charisma.