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When the world seemed joyful and cheerful,
I smiled and laughed, had no time to be dull,
The colours all around were vibrant and bright,
Felt I was looking around, at an eagles height,
Then the passage of life got in the way,
Shaping an uncontrolled path throughout the day,
Unbearable pace, to much, an outgoing fake,
Every day it was harder to break,
Not understanding this hopeless sad feeling,
Just the little words sent me reeling,
Locked in my mind, made, dark prison,
Cant explain what's happening, who will listen,
So if your reading this feeling in an abiss,
There ARE people who will listen, sending hugs & a kiss.
i wait at the river for the cry of the loon
from below
in the muck
reeds
grow tall
there are no lips that will draw music
from these clarinet dwellers
i stand under the brightly lit dusk
nearly motionless
the moon above is glued in place nailed in to its spot
holding on to a piece of the bedtime sky
the little dipper reminds me of a rocking chair
my favourite star shines just a little dimmer
time passes
does so
uninvited
its metronome beat replaces the soundscape
of an otherwise musically crowded air
a hand descends from above
cuts the trapped moon down to a sliver
leaving the twilight mostly blind
i'm getting old
still even my worn out senses
are aware
of the days
aware
of that single golden eye
of its rise
its set
its endless loop
quiet is my flow of sand
stressed beyond reason
my lungs want to burst
my brain explode
my emotions are stretched passed their limit
my chest fills
my chest empties
the choice was
has always been mine
i have not lived the life i was gifted
i'm frozen
i'm hot
like a statue baking in the unforgiving rays of Sol
wide awake in the after dark
with all the usual players
the wolf with his cool stance
dressed in a zoot suit
snapping his beatnik fingers
wooing the maiden night
the lynx with a fluid stride plays
the ground like bongo drums
negotiates the air like brushes on snares
a choir of flyers lend their songs
there is a chasm of nurtured colours
engulfing me in its rich deep tones
having stood here longer then i know
i inhale my time in tiny puffs
i am void of the sanity i once possessed
i happily dismissed that blurry concept a long time ago
it is you know an overrated attribute
time moves with a second hand like a plane propeller
i live every moment as fully as my strength allows
all the living at the river and its surrounding land
add their breath to the natural air of the eventide
i breathe in the chill of the nightfall air
and i
i wait at the river for the cry of the loon
September 28 2015
armand
Is everybody wearing green today
In honour or our Irish friends
Can't ever wear those light, bright colours
Coz of explosions from my bottom end
Try as I might to disguise the sound
It's like a trumpet in a marching band
Mothers try to hide their little kiddies
My boomers are famous throughout the land
Actually been known to topple down trees
Some building have been forbidden entry
Till the all-clear alert is finally sounded
Checking if all the offices were empty
Rather be known for some scientific discovery
But hey, take fame from where it comes
If that's the reason for my new found fame
I take solace and celebrate my bum
Come with me my love into an emerald forest,
Let us journey together the tangled, winding paths;
Past the wisteria hanging from bent tree branches,
And into the silence, let us find each other.
Oh come rest beside this turquoise calm pond,
Where tranquility dwells and birds sing softly;
Come love and let us lay in the fandango flowers,
Let us sink into the peacefulness and dream.
We are one and I fall into your deep charcoal eyes,
Lost in this sweet web of passion and desire;
Oh kiss my drenched scarlet lips for I am yours,
Forever and for eternity you have my love.
Yes, touch my scented magnolia hair flowing,
And I am hopelessly lost in this sultry emotion;
I run my fingers through your ash tangled hair,
So soft and pleasant in my caressing fingers.
Gold sun falls on us through the towering trees,
Hold me love, I want to feel your heart beating;
I never want to leave this place where marigold grow,
Oh, dream, please, can I have a moment longer.
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March 10, 2016
Poetry/Romanticism/Colourification
Copyright Protected, ID 16-767-107-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, United Colours: Colourification
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
Do you remember those sunny days
When we flew our little kites
You busy on your terrace
And me soaring on another!
We drifted with each other’s names
And all those dazzling colours
I think back to those days
So small we were but our dreams
were flying so high, love entangled
Praying that every dream that I could
Never reach found you instead
If paper kites could speak today
It was you and me following the other
Strolling in those vast blue skies
The wind holding us up forever
And when we reeled those kites in
It felt like we were reeling
in our hearts together!
16.9.2021
Contest: A Lovely Memory
Sponsor: Regina Mclntosh
It is the only gift,which is given
only once by god to us.
It has all the ingredients for
making it perfect dish of
sweet memories,bitter exoeriences.
The sun shines,bird chirps and
the day starts with a new hope
in the heart.
The fire in the heart and soul
to reach the zenith of success
keeps one moving on in life.
Hurdles are beautiful blessings
disguised ,and pain added to
it as a decorative.
A beautiful and splendid red
rose which is symbol of love is
always with thorns.
Just as rose,life has some grey
shades to it,which makes it
perfectly beautiful.
Nothing splendid can be
achieved without any hardwork.
Let the thrown stones at u
be the garland around ur
neck of success.
Success will be chasing when you
have the determination to reach
skies and the courage to swim
across the ocean.
Let the hurdulous waves be the currents
to take you to the shores of achievements.
Make the love failure of ur life be the
beautiful lesson taught to you,
to fall in love with the entire world and
not a single person alone.
May lord grace upon you, and
wish you find the rearest of the pearl and largest
of all the diamonds.
Let that joys teach us that life has
more pleasantaries to offer us in store.
The best critic in the world is your
enemy who always finds the flaws
which not even best of best friends can find,
be thankful to them.
bounce back with extra energy ,when
encountered with a failure.
life is a sail on the ocean,which has many
tides yet reaches safely to the shore.
be like a lion which takes two steps
aback only to leap forward with greater strength to
reach the goal.
enjoy all the moments of life equaly
as everything has something to teach you.
life has all the colours along with black &
grey which has their own beauty,
so love life to the fullest!!!
Where do dreams go from here
Where do they travel to
Will they turn back
to where our paths met
Or will these dreams be blown
by tomorrows wind
where sleeping thoughts own colours
in the darkest labyrinth.
Where do dreams go from here
Will they drift along night streams
To discover new lands
Where we could have danced
Where we could have been
Before We set sail out of eachother's way
to a blurred horizon without destiny.
Where do dreams go from here
Where do they travel to
As I listen to my heart
My spirit lingers far
As He listens to his heart
His spirit lingers far
Far to a star, a star that will guide us
to find out who we are.
Maybe we would know
between our worlds over the blue
Against the glowing moonlight
There is still a me and you
Maybe we would know
between our worlds over the blue
Against the silver stardust
Our love was never true
Where do dreams go from here
Where will they travel to
Our dreams will go on journeys
into the unknown
Our dreams will grant us joy
Our dreams will steal our sorrow
Our dreams will build us castles
on a pillow they will show.
seeing is looking through your eyes
and having a picture in front of you
we all see something very different
but to each of us it's personally true
We have a special gift
two eyes through which we see
so much to make them precious
for more important than your knee
All the colours of the rainbow
we see them all right there
what beauties does behold us
it's so lovely not having to glare
But some are not so blessed
they are folk blind from birth
others also by accident or other
to them it is no mirth
So be always in remembrance
consider those not blessed as you are
having eyes to see all around
even up above to the highest star
“Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.” Rumi
Oils from my lantern of longing still burn,
as mamma constantly calls for you.
It's raining in mournful melodies,
serenading sorrowfully under moonlight melancholy,
as my tears reflect in a plethora of painful puddles.
In desolate darkness, all I see is your face.
I can still hear the echoes of your last goodbye,
where you asked to come and see you soon.
I resemble the mood of the moon,
but my innocent illumination remains intimately inherent.
I will never forget auburn autumn leaves lingering,
casually covering your granite grave with fresh flowers.
I could sit here forever,
waiting to hear you call my name.... One more time.
If only we could return to your abode,
walk along that cobbled path and then
sit in your verdant veranda full of vibrant colours.
Savour a cup of tea and listen to all your tales,
because the birds still arrive, wondering where you are.
How those people used to come from afar,
now all that's left is emptiness and silence.
From nothing you built your own castle,
despite so many obstacles placed in your way.
You won the hearts and respect of so many,
with your compassion and sincerity.
Your hands would nourish the sweetest fruits
and the most delectable, perfumed honeysuckle.
But now they too seem to have wilted away.
I'll always suffer from the pangs of loss,
but I know you would want me to smile
and always spread joy and compassion.
I wonder one day when we meet again,
will we plant pretty petals in heaven's garden.
Often, dark and grey; sometimes dark-grey; then, as black as coal
In the shadow of the sunlight, gloom seems to be the soul.
As shades of Banyan trunks fall on yellow-green carpet grass
A broken self, knocks at the collapsed castle's doorpan glass.
My inner self, which gets mingled with the shades of rainbows
It grows fast until it resembles gold-red volcanoes.
After a cold blooded murder, is black blood poured like dregs?
The head is mixed with hands. Corse amalgamate with the legs
Self, like a dwarf, walks, runs, sings, and dances behind broad busts.
Sand streams, like whirlpools, seem to flow all through dissension's crusts.
Scenes change. Colours, like strip lights, fail to expose the faces.
Each creature is condemned to involve in cutthroat races.