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God allows some nettles among our flowers,
And as we encounter these days of frown.
From the far horizon, a confluence of showers,
To retain life's garden from remaining brown.
Periodically we see our vitality shattered,
As eternal sleep beckons those we love.
We clutch God's hand as days are tattered,
Thistles fixate vision on the throne above.
As we yank at nettles we find seed scatter,
We cultivate and dress our flowers with dung.
The lesson, if learned, only Grace will matter,
Not our slight of hand or glibness of tongue.
On sunny days when universe seems bright,
God discerns we're once more at our best.
Exposed thistles disappear amid God's light,
And He awaits to assist in our next life test.
Marriage turning into a menace, the couple craved for a riddance.
Through a divorce, finally got freed of their alliance.
Months passed on without any occurrence.
Slowly, into their solitary lives began to creep silence.
The songs they heard, no more had any cadence.
The sunsets, they watched didn't have any brilliance.
Deep down, they felt deep annoyance,
And longed to seek shelter in each other for deliverance.
It was then that they met at a function by coincidence.
Though a chance meeting, it turned out to be of great relevance.
In a tone of deep regret she told, she was all repentance.
Both felt, most of their notions on marriage were sheer nonsense.
They, henceforth decided to live together in mutual acceptance,
Seeking shelter in each other in every turn of life with consonance.
That night with the stars peeping and all anxiety kept in abeyance,
They embraced each other, consummating their joyous confluence!
Nevertheless, we hold one another accountable, every fertile, confluence, pre-term,
Me and mine, you and yours, words in, rhymes and reasons, and every Dum-De-Dum
Blue in tranquil blue
Clear and pristine clue
None but the eternal one, standing in witnessing time,
seven verses, in recitation, long
Prestressed condition is not something enjoyable in life,
if the reinforcement is not strong.
Yet, time will heal all,
through tests and trials, to mean more,
for a better world, better song,
And , the sky will ponder there too,
in the coming morn,
as this serene moment will prolong.
Picture courtesy : A relative of mine.
Address: Blue Lake, Purbachal, Bangladesh
Thrice a coin did flip in the air
methodology affixing this state
located Latitude: 45° 31', North Longitude: 122° 39', West
heads and tails two early settles did blare
Asa Lovejoy and Francis W. Pettygrove respectively
knew after two tosses of copper or silver piece
name of newfound Pacific Northwest settlement
would be a synonym for stout liquor crystal clear
said namesake t’would be epitomized
and accepted by former resident of Maine to win the bet fair
despite a brilliant columnar luminescent shaft
which beam of sun created a near blinding glare
guaranteeing observant native creatures
camouflaging in the verdant undergrowth shielding and attentive hare
despite sitting stock still just a hair breath near
seemingly clasping paws in the guise of a prayer
synonymous with other natural phenomena
like the indigenous fauna and flora never before seen and rare
to these newcomers settling along the confluence
of the Willamette and Columbia rivers
whose present occupants now approaching the two hundredth year!
Is passion a warm feeling
or a cold asset?
A uniting vision
or a fragmented virtue?
Or is passion both
mutually held motions
toward
and away from
curious
courageous
contagious active hope
and incapacitating despair?
Is personal knowledge,
consilience of feeling
touch
taste
fragrance
sound
sight
confluence of all sensory receptors?
none dissonantly denied,
co-passionate
when confirmed by even one significant
transparent
vulnerable Other
Or denied,
neglected,
abused,
shot at and down,
defamed,
commodified,
enslaved,
reduced to vacuous utility
of thought
without roots impassioning warm-blooded reality
of feelings.
Could holistically embraced knowledge
grow any virtue less than compassion?
Would wisdom's wealth
promote dispassionate autonomy?
viciously fragmenting crumbs
of former health.
“Sundar means beautiful,” the natives write—
The mangroves of south dance beneath daylight
With the flair of a gypsy drunk and bold
Swirling her skirt of salt. And callous gold
Prowls the swamp after trotting prey in flight.
The sentinels of south guard through the night
And push and pull against the windy might;
Behind their sieving shields, beliefs still hold—
Sundar means beautiful.
The men of south venture without invite
For honey, wood and fish into the plight;
The wives, like fortune, wait at the threshold
Praying and cursing gods foreign or old,
As sleepless children scramble to recite—
Sundar means beautiful.
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Form: Rondeau
Date: 13 / 11 / 2016
Sundarbans ( Literal Translation: Beautiful Forest) is a mangrove forest on the delta formed by the super confluence of the Ganges, Padma, Brahmaputra and Meghna rivers across southern Bangladesh and Bengal. It's a swamp land that belongs to tigers, crocodiles and well, millions of people who live there and earn their livelihood from the forest. The environmental importance of Sundarbans is colossal as the mangroves protect the coastal areas from erosion, surge storms and tsunamis. In my opinion, without the forest, the human history of this region would have been a completely different one.
please lemme know and honestly profess
if profusion of words create a lingual Loch Ness
(when hens canst come home to roost
especially, encountering
the following conglomeration
in matthew scott harris patois).
He readily admits writing inventive
attempts usually ten tubby a literary mess,
thus finding innocent cyber cruisers
Angle fishing for Saxony fundamental fluidity
courtesy of Freudian stream of consciousness,
gabbling gibberish, muck not done on purpose
and certainly less
to impress.
Gnome hatter intent toward
cogency, fancy ingenuity,
levity, the inevitable
resultant wrought gobbledygook
fascination for Lingua Franca
feeble endeavor splutters, splinters,
and splatters Asia Yukon guess.
Paramour status analogous with twenty six letters,
sans En gull Lush Mother tongue confluence
finds me submerged (as an Arctic Monkey)
swimmingly enervated
via erotic laced sentiments
perhaps finds bravely daring soul madly
hollering, gesticulating floundering,
(in close proximity to Davey Jones's locker)
to avoid drowning at sea
perchance comprehending passionate influence.
Upon espying a signature poem of mine
forces one pre ponder ring lurking predilection
tib hush anonymous re:
dears (dares) adventuresome mettle
taking him/her to the brainy
(briny) deep brink
Icon fess
this (NON FAKE) pretense, why
aye metaphorically express
(via medium of ordinary Anglophile
alphabetic wanton soup,
or figurative egg drop bub
bling broth (el) doth brew)
pronouns Sibyl affectation
affliction sans plethora,
where each ladle full adrip with
richly flavor Verdana Font lee
and sincerely textured vocabulary.
Pluperfect mortals beings undoubtedly feel
(blindsided, how this hunger stricken author
suffers said sesquipedalian syndrome
particularly expectorating flashy
hoping tum bark on successful literary quest)
hyper aware aspiring paperback writers wannabe
might stoop to conquer, cheat, cadge
vis a vis plagiarize plethora
amidst storied plentiful English droppings.
Rather than succumb pretense feigning paucity
temptation to bask exultantly,
professed glorious unrequited love
announcing required sworn vow,
(el lye ding) avowed consonant covenant.
Form:
Long Thin Blade of Weariness...
gloom of daze parries the long thin blade of weariness
metaphors adjust frequency matched patterns of
interwoven connectivity through mirrored meaning...
sameness, a variation of conformity, eventuates in
perennial lack for something notable to
be rendered as an attendant distraction...
corsets laced tightly although furtively hidden...
armatures support long in the tooth masses of
wobbly flesh and bones devouring kindred signs of desire...
levied endowments of netting bespoken quietly
as their whispered confluence of thoughts,
still wet from their birth, makes for an interesting
Sunday brunch as served by some, received by others
halve to have not - who says who scrapes the salt
from the mines of harvested beingness?
who doth say anything at all?
2024
Seraphic phlox in a falling fluorescent flicker
pixie dust was cloaked in a raucous, auspicious.
A leaf of the halo tree, a gem of an airy slicker
My soul is coated with quiet-luring narcissus.
Pixie dust was cloaked in a raucous, auspicious.
flung over stale chatter set in iridescent gloom. .
My soul is coated with quiet-luring Narcissus,
cascading in a confluence of redolent doom.
Flung over stale chatter set in iridescent gloom,
a gamboling glance at the yore library's courtyard.
Cascading in a confluence of redolent doom,
The spirit had shaped the wailing moon in this regard.
A gamboling glance at the yore library's courtyard,
My sentience was unorthodox and yearned to grow.
The spirit had shaped the wailing moon in this regard.
The aurora borealis swelled my sprouting glow.
My sentience was unorthodox and yearned to grow,
a leaf of the halo tree, a gem of an airy slicker.
The aurora borealis swelled my sprouting glow,
Seraphic phlox in a falling fluorescent flicker.
Written: November 25, 2022
A tree breaths out
into spring budding leaves
and in through deeply engaged roots,
a respiring inspiring system
of organic confluence.
Yet each leaf
also supports dialogue
inhaling carbon
and exhaling oxygen.
This tree,
wiser than me,
does not internally debate supremacy
of diverse incoming powers,
nutrition nurturing opportunities
multiculturing
Which is most important,
producing leaves
or producing oxygen?
Which is most significant,
short term recreation
or long term ecosystemic health?
Producing leaves
producing oxygen
producing water
producing fertile soil,
producing trees...
An ecosystemic relationship
breathes out into budding spring
of organic ego-minded leaves,
equally supported by one trunk body
inclusively imported through interactive root systems
Born of Earth
and light
and water,
Cerebral power
and flowing natural nurture
Sacred wind
penetrating
seas of opportunity,
Root empowering systems
not substituting unrestrained egocentric growth
today
for healthy eco-maturation
tomorrow.