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The northern wind sweeps away with the arctic gale
the swathing grandeur of my mesmerizing garden.
The pallid patina of the distressed florid petals
freezes beneath the withering frost of discontent.
Seraphic spring saunters in the air with ripples of rapture
from the garden of Eden up above the veil of blue.
The spectrum of hues cascades in splendored shower,
as the latent beauty blooms in a rose of my listless garden.
From its verdant vibrancy flows with scented fervor
the musical resonance of the serenading breeze.
Its captivating cadence set in harmonic congruence
hinges the enticing fragrance of rose in dulcet dawn.
The self-obsessed free will dormant in floral exuberance
envelopes the blooming mind with an unreal veil transient,
obscures the ordained pathway God’s benevolence paves,
that l need to travel for it’s designed for me at His will.
The unseen glow of the omnipresent light
floods my possessed essence, but I don’t discern,
for I formulate life’s tenets encompassing the ego
in the ignorant realm of fantasized self-deception.
After the ill-conceived venture the errant mind
finds the gloomy path of introspection lightened,
as the secret door of the inner sanctum opens,
where suffused with divine light the lotus blooms.
Unshackled out of the dark abyss of despair,
I take the inward journey through consciousness layers,
perceive the radiant fulcrum of divine beacon in the soul
illumine the corridor, leading to the abode of bliss.
When people speak of relationships,
So much springs to mind!
What do you think of when you hear this word?
Is it the connections made by being kind?
Perhaps you think of family -
Parents, siblings and such.
Or maybe you imagine a new romance
Where love will grow so much.
Another idea of course
Is that special bond with pets.
You worry for them as you would family
When they have to visit the vets.
A relationship can also be
The connection between two things.
It can be the awe that beauty inspires
And the joy this often brings.
When history seems to repeat itself,
A congruence of circumstances,
The results are related to the choices
We make when we take chances.
So whatever relationships mean to you,
We see them everywhere.
But I'm sure all will agree that the most significant ones
Are the relationships that involve our care.
Written 24th September 2021
For the Relationships contest
Sponsor Robert James Liguori
"Poetry comes from the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow" -- AP J Abdul
Poetry in it pure gold medallion well refined is choice
Forced on individuals based on circumstances that paint emotional influence
Where its affluence set out the pale ink a voice
And with accurate battle with the mind troubled cent congruence
To bless thy grace that peel off the time's invoice
Poetry is the view that capture wonderful clash with flashlight
Its lyrics are girls' auto tunes that ease her plight
Of beckoned scenario captured for memory lingers on vital reference
Its referents pour out a layout well planned sketch preference
Poets reflect on its life's tempos when he had alight
Have you ever hung on a cross
metaphorically
Have you ever had too many
lines on the mirror
too many labels peeled of
bottles at dawn
cones that wreak
seen monsters
come out of waves you surf
eleven in the morning
Can you relate to this
attempt to catch
my attempt to
prompt you to think
without indoctrination
without malice
with empathy
congruence and
fidelity
but
by quoting
have you ever hung on a cross
I have failed.
And He has conquered
In this sub urban crucifixion
Of the mind
Have you found your crossroad
You know, the one where
Everything hangs in the balance
And your decision is a paradigm shift
Or is this where it ends?
Along the glass of a lazy stroll,
The jar popped open the doctor,
Or so I thought, ‘cos attachment,
Honour and protection was proctor.
Amis of gel, congruence and ear,
No disk did move my larynx clear,
Undue was the throat inside instead,
Which elongated my sinews head.
The cerebral hemispheres dance,
To reason’s sediments glance,
The axiom nuclei of radius fodder,
Taxonomic from a cooling splatter.
But my chair collapsed, was rejected,
And my sweated foot bounced unsaid,
Four legs not two around about, head
Their arms detached from pout affected.
Oh the seventies did collide and mix,
With solemnity’s roles and grades,
Under the blankness of the stare,
Came the tare that ripped unaware.
Contingent upon my father’s books,
Magic cards and imagery games,
My piano, pencil drawings, TV flicks,
Starwars did not renegade flames.
Not continent upon the bible black,
Therefore not continent upon the kin,
So not deluded or emotional, gone,
Won the neighbours hearts, pimm, grin.
Silence comes upon the beholder,
Not upon the glancer to extract,
When friends and lovers folder,
The broken heart that stays intact.
Knight the darkness, loon the light,
Put the bedding out into the light,
Bring the muscle into view as stringy,
To by the pound shift the loofah pingy.
Medicine’s chalice guilds the sweep,
Of the dopamine in inner scales,
But when the neurones skirt fit ham,
An ombudsman should call it maam.
blurring
fluidity
spontaneity
unmeasured
form to
process
!yrical impulses
a
rising of the
heart
paradoxes perceived
transitory
pinpoints
echoes
flowing
of the now immediate participatory
conceptions
congruence
contemplated
unique
of this moment
never
to repeat creations
in blindsight
interactions
events
happenings
one time only
WRITTEN AS AN ASSEMBLAGE OF WORDS TRIBUTE to AL KAPROW
Apprenticed to enamoring aviary, Love's cerebral chords to refine
To interpret the alluring tones in each, captivating line
Overhead, a snow white dove in the pure light doth shine
Innocent libido's inhibitions to illumine
On silted ground, turtle doves in beautiful harmony fealty bine
Every silky neck strand in seamless congruence to twine
In enchanting Lilac tree, song birds in melodic chorus rhapsody pine
The titillating rhythms of amorous romance to define
On fibrous pulp, wood peckers their virile aspirations sign
Artfully tracing each groove on hull bared and supine
In golden pond, nubile swans in tantric dance align
With graceful movements gently stirring the foamy brine
Hovering , humming birds' wings vibrate o'er suckling vine
Then with salivating tongues on frothy nectar dine
At dusk, Nightingales' guttural groans in palpitating soliloquy whine
The moonbeam's enticing spell on unwitting lovers to assign
Ebony-caped crows bellow bewitching chants o'er listless ravine
Each ingratiated soul with lustful thoughts to incline
Stealthy hawk with piercing eyes each svelte fiber doth divine
Then with dexterous agility swoops down on silky ermine
As the northern wind sweeps away in the arctic gale
the swathing grandeur of my mesmerizing garden,
the pallid patina of the distressed floral flourish
freezes beneath the withering frost of discontent.
Seraphic spring saunters with ripples of rapture in the air
from the garden of Eden up above the cauldron of blue.
The spectrum of hues cascades in splendored shower,
as the dormant cerulean beauty blooms in my ashen garden.
With their spikes of untamed cobalt swaying in the crisp air
lupine is the florid insignia of the spectral spring.
With their upward soaring spears of indigo and amethyst,
they stand stout like ornate sentinels against squally winds.
As the palmate leaves of pristine emerald motif
design the jade lattice on the stem to embrace the sun,
they turn from much maligned wolf-like entity into catalyst,
enriching the soil with nutrients through their deep roots.
As from the yonder cops flows with fragrant spring fervor
the musical resonance of the serenading breeze,
its captivating cadence is set in the harmonic congruence
of enticing sapphire sparkle with the shimmer of dulcet dawn.
In the surge of chromatic glimmer of the sunburst morn,
floating on the fervent flood of the silken azure hue,
your aura drifts on the yearning wings of a butterfly,
embraces the lupine rhapsody in the garden of my love.
I open the jar of poems like a bottle of whiskey on a long night,
where the poet's whispers are raw and direct, a course of love in four acts,
obsessions and (un)blamable loves writhe like cigarette smoke in the room,
and we laugh blue, like ink spilled on a dirty table.
I swallow the silence like a bitter shot,
place spring in my steps, like a season crucified on the pyre of colors,
we find ourselves in the sea of rediscovery,
where weeping brushes shed their tears on leaves,
and frowning clouds mock the horoscope of coming days.
You propose a love-test to me, like a diagnosis of a weary heart,
a surgeon of emotions searching through the darkness of the soul,
and a concert in two begins softly,
a symphony of love with rebellious strands and stellar amalgams,
when you smell of stars and drawings come to life on the dusty sidewalk.
We invent seasons, my breath becomes freckles in the rhythm of love,
a tangram of mad silences, a puzzle of existence,
each piece of tranquility fitting into the chaos of the everyday, like a lost day.
The spiriverse carries us into a world of psychospirituality in verses,
a universe breathing and living through each harsh rhyme,
lessons flow like venom sold at life's corners,
thoughts like iron filings sneaking into the night,
a radio suspending its melody at the corner of silence's mouth,
lights struggling to break free, words parked at destiny's traffic light,
where is the congruence in a world where death is the color of chestnuts?
Dreaming becomes a refuge in the realm of revelation,
Nefertiti chases us through the desert with helium thoughts,
the galaxy sleeps in an octave of love,
let me love you to the depths,
let's step out of our comfort zone,
running through subtleties and handicaps,
seeking our place in a universe for just us two,
a universe waiting to be discovered in every verse of brutal reality.
Depression, like the pits and ditches of my heart,
With clear water, like that of blood, does life impart;
Adorning the environs like valued jewels,
Dear lake, how clearly clean cool water in you pools...!
Treasures of art, architecture and ancient tales,
Cultural congruence is hidden in your veils;
My valor, values, and vibrant vivacity,
Draw their vitality from your mortality...!
Within your chilly waters I cheerfully play,
Like an elephant or hippopotamus stay;
Within your womb are ponds, streams, springs and glacial mass,
Serenity, calmness, and composure en-mass...!
I swim, row boat, aqua cycle, and kayaking,
I refresh my bored life with soul-skiing, sailing;
You bring within me optimism, love for nature,
Capable, confident, and love for each creature...!
How I wish to visit countries highest in lakes!
I desire to relish these and forget my aches;
Tracing, transfiguring, and transforming, our drives,
O lake! Perpetually you prosper our lives...!!!
16 March 2023
Writing Challenge - 'L' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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