Long Consonance Poems
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Two hearts,
Brought into consonance to beat as one,
I’ve envisioned these moments, woven in my dreams,
In a villa carved boldly into the rocky cliffs,
Overlooking sapphire waters, vast and eternal,
Engraved in my thoughts like whispers in the wind,
Those forever portraits of you, bathed in a golden haze of ivory silk,
At the water’s edge,
Lost in those icy blue eyes, piercing straight into my soul,
As the breeze, soft as silk, runs its fingers through your golden tresses,
Provoking a shiver, goosebumps rising,
over the warmth of your porcelain touch.
Without a word, I pull you close,
Our bodies entwining,
Scorching through our veins these celestial vibrations,
Unbreakable, like the radiant pulse of ruby-red diamonds
Dancing through the vastness of a distant nebula.
All of these feelings, these precious sentiments,
Transcending the very bounds of love,
Turning heart into imagination,
Propelling my ambitions, igniting the inferno
That once burned fiercely within.
Like a sea of prismatic crystals refracting
The fiery glow of a tiger-orange sun,
Rising to herald yet another season of summertime’s sultry magic.
In my kitchen's grasp, where spices hop free,
Whispers of our memories, in each recipe.
Khichdi's humble grace, a bow to our roots,
In grains and lentils, tradition assent.
Herbal notes linger, a fragrant ballet, a scenic design.
As generations gather, in love's display.
Grandma's hands, a harmony of care,
Amma's gentle touch, flavors rare.
Papadums bloat, tales of old flames,
In every fold, history takes flight.
Black tea's warmth, with Tulsi's caress,
A sip of time, warm embrace.
Amma's pickle, a tangy delight,
Mingling with Khichdi, in consonance light.
Handpicked mangoes, memories unfold,
A dab of pickle, a story retold.
The Great Indian Kitchen's embrace, ceaseless love
(Nakshatra is Sanskrit word for constellation of stars )
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A midnight canopy diapered in silvery dust
glows celestial light into massive vastness ,
where rapturous brilliance of pearly crystals
celebrate a prismatic festival of ballet dance.
Burning perpetual...no past present or future
nebulous monarchs smatter restless glitter
with a googol of planets, paisley patterned
in consonance of orbits a galaxy of stars.
A furnace of plasma pulsating it's womb
caverns of heart ignited in gaseous amber.
bedimmed in shades of gold, reefs of fire,
in endless desires, profusion of argent hope,
Emitted aeons ago, a journey of light years
to a luminous supernova of ash in black hole
sprinkling white frost, blazing black velvets
phosphorus catching fire flicker only to fade .
Looking down at Earth, in unleashed dreams
Do stars make a wish on their Zodiac signs?
Concealed fate in coalesced constellations
Nakshatra* nights saturate , dead or alive?
In Enlightened world, is an epiphany born?
there's too much light, a universe of fulgence.
Yet, surviving destiny, darkness everywhere,
a white flower blooms, so bright, and so fair.
He came holding a trumpet, dressed in white, with a glowing face that illuminated my shadow of doubts.
His smile was a catalyst of butterflies in my stomach, an awe feeling that left me in the cocoon of his charm.
He was soft-spoken, words with a resounding consonance, each word an arsenal that took my guard down.
His lips, made of French kisses, driving a frenzy of spine-chilling sensations, my longing grew by the tick.
His hands, soft with a gentle touch, planted goosebumps of affection, unleashing emotions that drove me wild.
His well-endowed body oozed masculinity, a combination of "Zeus" and "Hercules," an eighth wonder in my world.
His existence was a prophecy of the one who would blow the trumpet, signaling the end of my traumatic love experiences.
In its yonder days, it wasn't just a story of love; it was "love" in its living form. Love was in the air, and I loved the "aroma."
The chemistry was "covalent bond" strong; the feelings were mutual, and the commitment was lifelong.
How fast does a chameleon change its colours? Well, he was faster.
Call it being gullible, naïve, or crazy, or maybe call it love.
I smiled through the red flags; is red not a colour of love?
Perhaps my optimism led me to the slaughter. I helped laying the bricks of deceit, while he built mansions in the sky.
How did the savior, "a man of the Cross" in a believer's eye, turn to be the cross I could not bear?
In the blink of an eye, the "Songs of Solomon" came to be the "Songs of Sorrow-Mourn."
seal with a kiss ...
a love song
at first glance
of song and dance
his eyes caught her twine
she was more than divine
at first glance
of song and dance
she, a different bred
but he liked her lead
she was tomboyish
all over than lavish
at first glance
of song and dance
she was bikes in mud
more than perfume in suds
polyesters and tank tops
than finer dress shops
at first glance
of song and dance
she, a bowl of country soup
a little of this, a little of that
she could outdo your lips
without any slips
at first glance
of song and dance
she had look and providence
rode the island in consonance
she had a chime and a chant
that can make men pant
at first glance
of song and dance
in his dreams he took her hand
together they stand
bare backs they scratch
an egg is hatched
at first glance
of song and dance
love is in the air
package with care
seal with a kiss
swim, swim in bliss
on the horizon
of song and dance
two little seals swim
windless of cares and whims
freer to be as one
happy that life begun
on the open sea
of song and dance
there the seals be
volleying a ball of glee
like words, from noses to noses
in the end, words turn to roses
on the setting sun
of song and dance
the first glance, a spark
a chance rose from the dark
together they sing along
to morning dawns
connie pachecho
1/30/17
Whether you are autumn sun or monsoon moon
is not much significant for me now
Will you stay the same in your intransigence
or you will turn a receptive river
that is the point, she said
Now you exult you love me and I you
Just as the breeze fondles the dense forest
Though I am an atheist and you a dogmatic Hindu
Will still the moon be shining as we move ahead
Along the road of snow and sun,she sounded doubtful
How can I shun my faith
Though we are in deep love
Isn't it weird in my wings both love and sadness flapping
River or hills which I should prefer I am not sure
I said while my chin on my knees
Rocks reek intransigence so do mountains
Boasting their grey insolence
Scoffing at the accommodating plains
Just look at the sugar maple calling the sun for shadows
Do they hold an intransigent rock as faith
She sounded logical
Come let’s be a receptive confluence of two rivers
Pruning the garden of our thoughts and beliefs
In consonance with the changing time and its changing values
Nothing including the sun and moon is absolute
She was assertive
I looked at the contour of a girl in the lake
Afternoon passing into evening
A flower closing its petals
An ambulance toward the hospital
Sounds of dew setting out
Not an iota of intransigence
21 July 2019
Intransigence Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Finely chopped Basil atop red tomato bisque
A soup as fine as a sweet kiss from tender warm lips that risk
Licorice scent adorns lean beef and carrot stew
Like sweet surrender to a love that recently renewed
Green glowing chopped chives dancing in butter alive
Alluring adorable lover dance 'pon motion thrive
Tasty heavenly honey mixed with Cajun spice
A little sweet with spicey desire sexy sugar nice
Like food love tempts all senses and brings to them life
Romance steps softly to lead the way to taste spice twice
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: Alliteration, Assonance, Consonance Couplet Alphabet
Written: December 12, 2013
Couplets in Poulter's Measure
12 syllables first line/14 syllables second line
"The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul."
Narcissus woos a butterfly; waves strong,
Genteel stages filled pages; memoirs sound,
Earth graces life faces, pleased heaven bound,
Wrens and bluejays consonance their birdsong.
Lively swamplands prep and hopped air aloft,
Rising field beds here bells spread Heather mound,
Climbed rose still impose fragrance all around,
Dragon fly whiz bye, hunt or naught so oft,
Dogs yapping; cats hissing; a bit delayed,
Gardenia's much scents nice touch unwound,
Wintry Holly, cool Heartsease, best are found,
Ants are sprinting up an anthill; dismayed,
Mountain rams straddle rock hills, not fall down,
Forget Me Nots in flower pots, e'er crowned,
Baby Breaths pleased nearby Sweet Peas, basks ground,
Beavers build damns, scrams, otters like a clown,
Eagles and hawks birds like rocks, circling sky,
Morning Glories backed stories bloom foreground,
Lilacs possess purple hilltop spellbound,
Antelopes will elope grass field is nigh,
The desert, plains, steppes, mountains, and jungles,
Lily pad ponds, chartreuse fronds, all year round,
Daffodils glow star; crowd-pleaser astound,
Rural, suburbs, cities, the Earth humbles.
2022 August 07
*2nd Place*
Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form
~~Constance La France: Judged 2022 September 01
*Enclosed Rhyme
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!
The following reasonable obsolete rhyme
verst heard in my faux class (sic) lilting brogue
courtesy coronavirus (COVID-19) rogue
wrought approximate sixth month academic hiatus
nevertheless September 1st, 2020
signals resumption of school year back in vogue.
Challenges abound as millions of students re:zoom
trudging off to..., yet another bus comes by... vroom,
whereby administrators establish
virtual and/or actual room
adapt to delegate assignments as reported by newsroom
facilitated by yours truly,
a bonafide married, yet unbridled groom.
Though mind boggling, death defying,
and harrowing scenario daring to crisscross
(dangerous information highway road)
will confront those most qualified to teach
impressionable minds to overload
nevertheless I envy those learning
courtesy high tech mode.
Golden (gated) opportunity
spectacularly presented to bridge,
kickstart, and buttress young minds
immodestly excited and
amenable to learn online
one old googly eyed
aging pencil necked geek
makes his poetically cameo appearance
crafting awareness about severe complication
hash-tagging those best equipped to teach,
which alternatives pinterest me
linkedin, trumpeted nsync with
tried and true methodology
(think white/blackboard
with markers and/or chalk respectively),
who by the way never got chosen to
clap erasers outside,
fold flag ditto after said
emblematic sanctified cloth unfurled,
nor serve as safety patrol.
Though born within baby boom generation,
I horrendously (nobly) struggled
to acquire cognitive consonance
floundered like a fish out of water
forever barely achieving passable grade
He readily attests de facto failure
if hypothetically enrolled in kindergarten today,
I would get demoted to preschool
(a slight bit of hyperbole),
thus both laments abysmal track record,
whereby attending conventional
schools of hard knocks
(situated within Lower Providence district)
emotionally fracturing psyche
until this very waking moment,
and moost likely mine
remaining tenure on Earth.