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In times like these we cannot
presume everything to be normal..
As the fresh norms have been evolved
We need to be submissive and co-operative.
Please don't fall prey to the mysterious virus.
In times like these we need to be extra cautious.
As we have fragile grip in the society..
Steer up some patience & avoid temptations
and maintain social distancing to save yourself
as well as your loved ones.
In times like these we need to utilise the
time precisely with our family and friends
As we might work as busy as bee once the
lockdown crackles..So be compassionate and
relish acute freedom with your lovely members.
In times like these a committed atheist would start
worshipping and a hardcore theist would have stopped
worships due to disappointments and frustrations
on the monstrous virus..
Promoting beliefs & disbeliefs to be dismantled
as there is no consistency in the reality.
In times like these..there are fewer travel
experiences & expenses.
We should be sparing time with our hobbies..
and indulging in developing our passions & skills
staying safe inside home.
In times like these..expectation reduces joy.
As we do not cognize what tomorrow might bestow.
Never wait for chances..Instead welcome today
and incline to it peacefully & tremendously.
In times like these despite envisioning brightness...
Never fail to recognise the darkness dissolved in it.
We need to be under surveillance and observe
keenly on what's transpiring around us.
IN TIMES LIKE THESE STAY SAFE ,STAY HYGIENIC,
STAY HOME!!!
6-5-2020
~DEEPA~
Second place in the Contest:-)
Note1 : *In Times like these Poetry contest*
Sponsored by Silent One
Note2:
Your best free verse 2020 poetry contest
Sponsor:John Hamilton
Written: September 26, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 39 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
“However authentic the feelings of love, the dalliance was only ever meant to be a beautiful fiction” - Esther Perel.
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Dot dabbles during dangerous dalliance
As souls are enticed by seductive affiance.
A narrative about forbidden temptation.
Shine smolders sway—a sensuous sensation.
A cynosure silver shimmer under the moon.
Flickers of fantastical fantasy foster flow foon.
Two spirits intertwined in a pointless game.
They are fettered by—an overwhelming tame
A vortex of enthusiasm is sparked at first sight.
They can't defy the diaphanous magnetic excite.
Akin to how moths are lured to a perilous flame.
Prance frolicking on the cusp of a lethal game.
Dalliance, desire, ecstasy, and temptation.
For flirtation as feuds on frame of foundation.
Consider consequences and clashes with zeal.
And yet—the flames are often fanned by feel
In the gloominess, they sneak a sparkling touch.
Nimble hearts are trapped in a harmful slouch.
Bootlegged, beleaguered blaze both breaths.
As they succumb to love's intoxicating depth.
Demure whispers of wariness swirl in the air.
But elixir zeal evolves with each stolen stare.
They cognize the danger—the risk they convey,
Yet they cannot resist the love they display.
Emollient hearts hid, akin to vines in the night.
Igniting an afire that smolders ever so bright
Their bodies entwined—they pranced in the gloom.
Strayed sprightliness that swaddles to assume
Realizing sequels and the agony they trigger
But they cannot outlast this forbidden rigor.
They breathe on the edge—with hearts ablaze.
In a world where forbidden temptation plays
But time is a lousy tutor—it can't be denied.
And soon their dalliance will no longer hide.
The world will decry their ephemeral affair.
And their felicity will be furtive, beyond repair.
An apt gift of presence empowers
as an unanticipated
unearned warning misfortune
enlightens apt rapt resilient fortune,
Delighted with discovering,
perhaps rediscovering?
healthy passions I would never have been wise enough
to look up for
nor hunt down.
Timing
is everything.
Time regenerates everywhere,
erupts every when
disrupts every what
corrupts every why
every how;
and merely every thing
somehow?
Nature trained
senses engrained
spirit deep and wide neuro-systemic brained
Transforming change in forbidding appearance
forms strange
grotesquely disempowering
transmogrified degenerative monocultures
Transubstantiating change of inside communion substance
elements
figments
as invisible as unpresented polyculturing presents
not light yet
not still
not quite actively accessible to sense-powered
cognize-able felt reception,
Unformed except for past internal images
body reimagined
rememories
not yet memed,
polyculturally represented
Polypathically etched,
but not yet iconically written
integral sacred secularizing social senses
nonsenses
unsenses
resenses
presensing
Apt presents empower
as yet unlearned warnings enlighten
coincidental apt light
empowering presence
enraptured bright.
Amidst the tempestuous waters and dreams
Some argue we are all linked by similar streams
Yet, I disagree, as countless distinct ships,
Cross those raging waters, reaching for grips.
Attestive people travel on ocean vessels
In terms of style and ease, they settle
Unwinding in their balcony rooms
Relaxed, hands resting on glasses, and fumes.
Others travel aboard power yachts
As if all is fine in spikes and hot spots
With little regard for smaller crafts
That can hinder their gains and laughs.
Several are battling on warships
Nothing seems to be fitting their ships
Consistently getting ready for anything
For the close invincible battle, the bell rings.
Others are huddling in their life jackets
Pray for their rescue, ripped in dust packets
Waiting for the waves to subside
And dreading the incoming tide.
Many people dream of their paddle
They are clinging to life by a saddle
They are asking for a begrime of luck
And a chance to board a boat or a truck.
Some still don't cognize how to swim
And are scared by each wave and whim
They're trying to retain their balance
weighed out with nonchalance.
So, while you are on this way,
To a most secure and tranquil bay
Retain an eye out for other shipmates.
Who might look for some aid, or cates?
Who would bestow them a life belt?
Or perhaps an oar or paddle dwelt?
Maybe they can profit from your advice
Going around in loops and dreaming twice.
My unmet dream is to value all that I hold
All of the lovely people in my life are gold
The awe I deserve and am receiving
And the peace found with breathing.
3rd Place Contest Winner
Written: May 28, 2023
Dreaming Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
As dawn it roosts, to the early lids of my opened eyes,
Never ever has been a happy feeling pleasant comprise.
Quinquennium back I can clearly remember,
The morning’s plea scalds my thoughts like burning ember.
My blanket festooned body, on the bed it stirs & moves,
The immensity of my drumming head, ever hopes it improves.
Rise as I to the early morn’s sunshine,
Try to smile and reminiscent, it’s surely futile to whine.
And so I sooth my dreary mind,
Impel the mind to elude dismal thoughts & unwind.
Alas! I’m timorous, those dull & dismal thoughts befall,
My mind ,now I know I need to overhaul.
To edify my mind I have to seek,
Muse must I, think ponder reflect every day of the week.
Tall happy positive thoughts I must now contemplate,
For these are those that will bring me peace and joy once they ruminate.
When I close my eyes to tardy nites,
Am gonna be happy at morn the thought itself excites.
A long dark shadow of doubt it always looms,
It’s foggy dawn and my dull thoughts they resume.
From dawn to dusk I carry on a low,
Pessimistic spirits, they make me slow.
Explicit thoughts are sought desired,
A sound body and mind are always admired.
Forlorn, behold it in my mind’s eyes,
Set tone the work ambience my passions cries,
Throttled are my dreams, dismayed are my desire,
And Brutus knife it’s uncouth edge stabs the back in holy attire.
In a Quinquennium span, and time it ran,
But my spirit at first light is like a weary man,
Now I cognize to him his destiny a bloom,
And to me my destiny untwined from his , so not to doom.
Must alter my retort to suit me fine,
And joyous days will transcend me to cloud nine.
Aghast I am for I have lost,
The crusade within me and am weary exhaust.
Forlorn I am to the day’s time,
Often mull are they my thoughts, that are all slime.
Forlorn I am to the nite’s time,
I know it’s time to clean up my heart’s grime.
Forlorn it will be till I inversely think,
From insanity, I’m now on its brink.
Forlorn ,I want to say good bye,
For many eons before I die.
The sensitive brilliance of a lighted flame.
Yet, filled by vitality, will spark and inflame.
I had been ashes, encouraged by your presence.
At first, faint flares, yet before long propel us.
Utterly, we were talented to a calm rumble.
I was interested in the brilliant shade fettle.
Applauds such warm and compassionate eyes.
I don't cognize how you'll harm me in disguise.
Love sprouts as auld as the roses bloom in June.
The gathering happiness under the halcyon moon.
The people of yore wrote in regards to romance.
We were unable to strive to conceal our happiness.
The fire was quenched by nightfall.
Relics degraded to an opulent sprawl.
Written: October 22, 2021
Written: August 18, 2023
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In the half-light of another realm,
A day without you—my heart overwhelmed.
I claim the stillness as my own sun.
Seeking solace until our souls are one
Time slides across the surface of a frozen river.
Echoing memories that bear my heart shiver.
I wander through the depths of my mind,
Searching for—the love I left behind.
Skirting the stars—I yearn to find the way.
To bestow back the light and bear your stay.
But I do not cognize when I became the night.
When darkness consumed me, I took flight.
I have lost my memory—my thoughts a haze,
But the feeling of your love is still ablaze.
My dear, all I remember is you.
And the way you made my heart pursue.
In the depths of my soul, your love lingers.
A flame that burns, my eternal muse, my singer
I do not remember when it all began.
When your love courts—my heart spans.
But I agnize that in the half-light embrace,
I found my purpose, and I found my grace.
With every persuasion of you, my dear,
I became a poet—free from fear.
Words flowed through me as a gentle breeze.
Painting pictures of our love with ease.
In the half-light of another realm,
I found solace—I found the helm.
Written: September 3rd, 2023
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In this realm where gloom weaves its snare,
Where sorrow can seem too much to bear,
I understand and share in your vehement pain.
When burdens weigh—hope begins to wane.
As tears won't come and the heart is numb.
I shed blood, not tears, and my soul succumbs.
But hump, my friend, we are not alone.
Who else is God, and where is his throne?
Under His care, we seek refuge.
In times of despair, his guidance is huge.
We ask for his assistance—to be strong.
In his presence—we cognize we belong.
If you become a philosopher, as you wish,
You'll witness the truth and a maple dish.
Engaging in pointless feuds, so it appears,
But in the vast venture, they're a trifling clear.
Insignificant souls, lost in their own strife,
Fighting battles that hold no meaning, no life,
But we, with unyielding hearts, rise above.
Knowing our worth and embracing love
In the depths of pain and despair,
We find strength, resilience, and repair.
We stand tall, united, hand in hand,
Defying the gloom that tries to expand
Measly souls may strain to draw us down.
But our unyielding hearts refuse to frown.
We hold on to hope; we cling to belief.
In this chaotic world, love is the only relief.
Multihued lights flash fervently,
On naked illusion draped eyes zealously,
All shut and secured to colored vision,
Egoist blurry brain images, these are all in an intangible prison.
Some call me quirk, some foible, but all refer me to a societal misfit,
It’s true they seem to tell, but my way of life and my thought process I will not quit.
I know and cognize I don’t see the world as others want me to see and be,
But am not sorry because that’s how it clearly appears to me.
It’s not because I am unconfined, undetermined or with rebellious mind,
But because I am color blind.
It‘s not because I am in hate or in love,
But because I am color blind and sooner or later the world will figure out why and how…………
I am color blind to cruel, callous, cunning, sly ways of expressing colors in the world,
I don’t reconcile to these colors with my ethos, morals and ethics curled and ruffled.
But till they have reconciled with me in unison they have opined,
I possess an unsound mind and am color blind.
No matter what I do or where I go,
Hues and colors of my thoughts they desire to know.
Inside me I ask myself what is the color of fear, dismay and dread?
Is fear yellow? Dismay and dread be red?
Who can tell me where it is defined?
I am content that all mankind thinks I am color blind.
Where is the orange of the sun?
Has it enveloped and corroded all dynamism and fun?
Then to all their mind,
I am content to be color blind.
Where is the blue from the sky?
Has it been slurped and sucked by calm, trust and loyalty all dry?
Then to all their mind,
I am content to be color blind.
Where is the green from the grass?
Has enveloped envy and jealousy and goodwill, generosity let a mass?
Then to all their mind,
I am content to be color blind.
If all of us of the human race,
Would toil not to make it bitter but a better place,
All walls and barriers raised to the ground,
Then I would be content to stay color blind
Written: June 27, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "Before you speak, let your words pass through three gates. Is it true? Is it necessary? Is it kind?" By Rumi.
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It swings, not with rust, but a ghostly dance,
a silence that trails each gossamer stance.
The gateway asks nothing, but still it provides,
“Are you willing to leave something besides?”
Along a path strewn with thorn and primrose,
The hum of unseen bees in solemn rows.
And trees with arms wide enough to clasp,
any grief your godforsaken heart may grasp.
You don’t cognize what lies in the grave,
Only a wall shines—as a duplicate stave.
You weren’t prepared to inquire—
grief-stricken and spent, past all desire.
Then softly, behind the gate, will lean,
with the subtle grace of a silver screen.
This soliloquy was told, times before,
but grants each soul one sail to score.
Intrigued, hesitant, and eager, clear field,
still, my vision was pulled to a bald shield.
Groaning past the gate proved to be fate.
Should I enter through a stranger's gate?