Long Concluding Poems
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Note: With some modifications I will be posting it soon on my Music channel 'RavindraKK1' as a Song also.
I have seen the feelings of Love
Concluding part
In such an aroma of the fragrance
The mingling smell of Mango flowers
Pumps and rises the waves of passion
In every loving heart.
Even at the cost of getting
Scattered and lost
The hilarious sea waves
Goes up and up in humans
As well as in animals
Touching the rocks and sky
So that it may reach
In the sweet embrace of its lover.
.
And the joy of love and passion
Rises higher and higher
When the soothing moonlight falls
On the eager loving hearts
And the fragrance of night flowers
Make it more than an intoxicating art.
In such an aroma
Of sweet smelling flowers
The Koyal* too began to call
Its soul mates lost on some other tree
Far away from the Mango flowers
Perhaps lost in some diminishing jungles
These melodies of the immortal birds
Purify the air everywhere on earth
So that the bitterness of hearts
Can be dissolved to some extent
Which empowers the mind
To make follies
Forgetting the sweetness of life.
The Koyal* spreads the magic of love
While flying from one branch to another
And refresh the air and the surroundings
By filling it every time
With its sweetest sound vibrations
As its last fighting attempt to save
The fast diminishing Natural surroundings
From out life and hearts
These melodies flow all over the Earth
Wherever the trees are still in existence
But these can only be heard by those,
Who have enough love in hearts
And a passion for such sweet singing birds
Which are slowly at the verge
Of getting extinguished and lost forever.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 16th April 2013
*Koyal - The singing bird of India like Nightingale
this veritable unknown bad man in the mirror
would likewise beat it behind the mask
ben writhing in pain to feel best of joy
for (i can't make it) another day without billie jean
in this
black or white
whirled wide webbed world
whereby hypnosis breaking news
like dangerous butterflies effects
ben tormented thus this earth song
time and again experience ye that doth
give in to me
sans like a loved one
gone to soon
but my spirit does want to heal the world
for tis only human nature
to feel claustrophobic shuttered in the closet
all a jam and smothered
yet...please keep the faith
and keep your head up
for tis much to soon
to erase off the wall
memories
that perhaps one day in your life
pretty young thing
would will remember the time
happiness did roll and rock with you
like a rockin' robin
though now ye rankle
like a stranger in moscow
concluding supposed guardian angels
they do not care about us
minor bit players on the global stage
self reflection finds me wondering
if this is it
blinded by unasked for fate
to be blinded in the limelight
haint no thriller
cuz...honestly, i wanna be startin' somethin' fresh
like...paris in springtime
then upon winter of moi descent
into the dimension beyond life
wondering if you will be there.
I need to open up a case
And let my heart investigate
Why it feels gladder than
All the years it's ever been
I will open up a file
And start with your happy smile
That lights up when I walk in
The second item I'll begin
To talk about will be your eyes
Always holding a surprise
When they stare so lovingly
Like I'm the only one you see
Let's make this list a little longer
With your arms that have been stronger
That will hold me tightly through
The times I am sad and blue
Number four I can't describe
It comes from down deep inside
A feeling that is new and strange
But something I would never change
The next step is number five
It's what keeps my heart alive
With each beat your love will pump
A tune of thumpety thump thump
This list is starting to get large
Like the big energy charge
That zaps me when I am near
And tells me you'll always care
I love the great number seven
Always taking me to heaven
When your voice whispers so low
"I could never let you go"
Up ahead is number eight
Feeling there's no mistake
This relationships in motion
Moving along with devotion
Down the track of this love line
We're now reaching the clue nine
That are fingers soft and gentle
Driving me so very mental
Concluding this crime list is ten
Taking me right to the end
Of searching for something true
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To repeat all of the time
This fantastic list of crimes
There's a cloned avatar of the mystical moon
for dreamers in search of a beaming wave
amidst alienated alliterations,
waltzing in zig-zag within my cyborg mind.
I still find neon lights,
that teleport rhyme-less runes
to a realm of subtracted sorrow,
concluding splitting seconds
within divided despair.
Yet, when midnight melancholy multiplies,
murky minutes turn into jumbled jargon.
And Venus emanates clusters of sparkling rays,
flipping letters into endless equations
with amethyst auroras.
So tonight, I'll dance like a flying saucer~
to the magnetic tunes of swirling sapphires,
cosmically cruising above the cyber
canvas of accelerated dreams.
Grateful to God* for deliverance from anosmia
I praise Him for the pleasant breath of life
midst jubilant smelling optimization
oozing with wondrous delights...
On a restful day of redolent vibrancy, my nose is greeted
by minty scent of my special child's shampoo
with citrus body wash along bubble gum-cologne
and refreshing baby powder after his bathing spree...
Oh, I enjoy the aroma of steamed breakfast rice
sizzling barbecue, creamy chicken-vegetable soup
with mango yoghurt while allowing hot chocolate
to blend with the smell of toasted bun midst peanut butter.
Concluding my morning festive flavorsome meal
my olfactory sense is welcomed by serene balmy room
verily therapeutic as I immerse for writing pursuits
gripped with the lavender fragrance of my own perfume.
*In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
September 12, 2023
2nd place, "Five Senses (Smelling Emphasis)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 9/13/2023
*** TOMORROWS ***
These thoughts begin composed
(“adagio ma non troppo”)
With a happy, a peaceful heart’s tempo,
Assured the nature of
Imminent or distant tomorrows,
Is woven in vibrant colors to allure
— Very like inspired verses,
With a soul’s knowing, a soul’s melody…
For even God,
The holy I AM
Kept His days —
His proceding creativity’s paced plan
…With its tomorrows held
Open for His any needed intervening
Powers and graces
(“allegro”)
Behold!
The days come. They come
Over horizons
We live and witness
(“allegro”)
……..Thence, too,
According to God
— By many miracles and through
His covenant concluding
The Great Flood….Showing
His promises in a rainbow’s arched reach
Across the sky…And,as in our time,
(“crescendo”)
A thousand ravens hover
And we imagine they wait to prey o’er each
Of our tomorrows, but they stay distant,
Unseen.
— For humanity, as time continues…
With its tempos’ flowing
Of rising sun by day and moon
By night…The dawns stir
Fully into tomorrows.
In Asia, “tempos” may mean,
“(brought or gone via) 3-legged carts,”
(“largo”)
Which might well define
My own aged years’ decline
As I greet
Tomorrows: with
Breath by faith…
And new days with actions of meaning.
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Matthew 6:25 “…Is life not more than food. and the body more than clothing?”————————-
*** Written inspired to pen my annual Birthday Poem, as i age & i am more thankful, while much more challenged.
(c) sally young eslinger 1/5/2023
Thanks be to God…
just behind my eye's
under my eye lids
sometimes tinkle
two tears
armed and fully loaded
ready at any notice
to spring forth
and fall out
one soldier for
each eye
a voluntary army
set to
moisturize
at a moment when
ears may hear
or eye's see
or thoughts confirm
that sadness will occur
for sadness is a war
one has with one's self
concluding that
there is no hope left
no way out
tears come forth
with scream and shout
my soul has been angered
and cries out to it's God
eye's telling secrets
concealed by the tongue
deep in a soul
a bell has been rung
signaling soldiers to
run soldiers run
you have a sacred duty
to both soul and self
go tell God, tell God
tell God
By John H. Loving III
Colorful bombs light up the sky
Honoring the day America said goodbye
Like a Father letting go to his daughter
Freedom was the groom on the other side of the water
An investment in searching the unknown
Ship sailing centuries setting an egotistical tone
Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria were together
As per Spanish- Italian royal contract agreement letter
From the banks who put up the money to make humankind better
No one dropped off the earth
Only discovering a new land and giving birth
Risking lives
In studying the native active hive
Maybe taunting them when they arrived
Soon exploring took control
Europeans acting very bold
Surviving the warmth and the cold
Intellect stepped in
Too smart at home deciding to escape their sin
Accepting to start something new
Sparking guerrilla warfare style feuds
A civil ending
Breeding the national anthem in the defending
Soon a quick mending
South then separated from the north
Country was trying to go forth
Being a mixing pot
Everybody who wanted giving a shot
World proclaimed US a super power
Idea goes to our heads blooming like a flower
Two international wars and police actions
Tested the technology driven generated military attraction
Today there is an invisible enemy
Challenging trust from the buck to the penny
Silencing the sporting life
Entertaining spectacle that played like a fife
Waiting and hoping recreational gaming finds its social contribution
Subtly dealing with anger issues as a solution
Canned fans now make a sound
Probably the excuse television executives found
Reflection can be made
On the athletic trade
Concluding with reason
For every year having a season
Elusive pursuit endeavoring to craft a great poem
I (analogous to a rolling stone)
confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder
what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax, et cetera
semblance of reasonable poetic rhyme
despite modesty regarding
ably linkedin words for others to ponder
more often than not experiencing nonresponder,
nevertheless share mine writing
with folks cyberspace out yonder
or aliens occupying
beyond the pale of outer limits
amidst the twilight zone,
where dark shadows
looming near the edge of night
hint of spooky forebodings.
Without lofty literary ambitions,
more so stream
of consciousness abandonment,
yours truly rests content
to cobble, gamble, noodle... courtesy
swifty tailored stylishly harried element
mild mannered modest gent
bumbling along boulevard of
broken (po' whet) dreams intent
far less superman than Clark Kent
exercising mental cogs and wheels meant
merely to liberate momentary overconfident
zealous spontaneous inspiration,
albeit ordinarily quiescent
ex post facto concluding
equals time most salient
direct object lesson learned
lame, insipid, feeble resultant
effort generates undercurrent
aghast how rapid
(think lightspeed) went.
Yours truly his own worst critic ad aware
how avast mein kampf replete with bare
inducent to tap into latent fledgling clear
propensity to express creatively, I declare
bonafide potential to join pantheon excelsior
reserved for established authors within their
respective canon, genre, league...,
nonetheless an obvious flair
seemed evident perhaps coalesced
when in utero biological gear
yielded wiggly, ugly, scrawny,
quirky Harris heir
(sole son and second of three offspring)
an older and younger sister,
which introverted brother bullies
did constantly jeer
token scapegoat suffered
one after another kingly leer
pushing psychological state near
precipice off into dock side of moon,
who sought
(wharf far art grim reaper) to pier
without naked qualm evincing
one very bony rear
without sympathy for the devil
merely spells severely
pockmarked psyche therefore
impossible mission to set tattered self esteem
tacked toward in opposite direct where
dark shadow of doubt doth not veer
me into apathetic, horrific, pathetic...
suicidal mental state of yesteryear.
rain’s paean is played
with lover’s tender kisses
cold breeze sways with grace
water on the ground
symphony of crystal drops
kisses warmth their heart
moonlight smiles with glee
dark clouds shower them with bliss
thunder drums so sweet
one heart and one soul
unselfishly shield, no fear
rain’s concluding hymn
May 26, 2013 7pm
Note Bueno
Haiku 1 is for pictures 1,2 & 3
Haiku 2 is for picture 6
Haiku 3 is for picture 5
Haiku 4 is for pictures 4 and 7
First Place
Contest: Kissing In the Rain (Haiku)
Judged: 5/27/13
Sponsor: My loving sis & greatest poet, PD/Linda