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There was a silver tree
Which shimmered under a moonlit night,
And eloped coyly whenever the sun wanted to kiss it.
Spring was every night
When the sky became murky blue,
The labyrinth of the gaudy leaves,
Would intrigue a palette to purge itself through a painter’s eyes,
A blind one indeed,
Since the hue of the dark
Could not be known better.
Once there was blue, green and blood.
And all the passions of a relentless being,
But through the tentacles of time
Obscurity and Obsequiousness burgeoned,
Rain and snow scraped the rainbow
The branches wrinkled like a serpent slumber.
If I had a starry night of my own,
I would sleep under the silver tree,
The stars, peeping through the intricacy,
Imposturous but magnificent,
Would let me see, what nobody else could,
In the quietness, like glittery smiles,
Flowers on my silver tree..
As searching eyes met from across the room
while mingling at the spring celebration;
her soft, tender smile caused my heart to zoom;
her body language was pure flirtation.
While mingling at the spring celebration
I slowly made my way across the floor;
her body language was pure flirtation;
her sparkling green eyes I could not ignore.
I slowly made my way across the floor;
she coyly told me Debbie was her name.
her sparkling green eyes I could not ignore;
in my dazed soul she ignited a flame.
She coyly told me Debbie was her name;
her soft, tender smile caused my heart to zoom.
In my dazed soul she ignited a flame
as searching eyes met from across the room.
On the shadowed banks of river they sat together
Adulating setting sun quivering in rippling currents
Where golden filaments shimmered on blue water
Forming and breaking ephemeral circular motions
Undulating amber rays on eve’s buoyant emotions.
Her dimples smiled upon her visage of royal poise
Enticing him to probe her cheerful, enamored eyes
Mesmerizing as yet un-blossomed amatory dreams
As they raved of college, friends, late nights carefree
Exploring coyly maiden impulses of mature themes
Inflaming seductively, untrodden clues of fantasies.
Alas! those memories now~ dulcet still, but empty.
Never he saw her again on her side of the prairies
Strolling nonchalantly, engrossed in birds chirping,
No one standing there now to steal his glances slyly
Hiding behind notions of secrecy, at first meekly,
Though later, quite daringly, wantonly, frequently;
Elevating him unlike anyone else, before, or since.
Her last letter to him was cryptic, yet informative:
A rustic farm house, cow moos amid clucking sounds,
Boy and a girl, flower beds, and a dog named Duffy~
A simple life on landscapes lauding ancestral heritage.
He remembers well~ saying it, genuinely meaning it,
As movingly she indulged in life that could have been,
Awkwardly dropping hints, soon she’ll be married.
Yet, here she is now intimating, she too so loved him~
Validating his belief—though offering a mere fig leaf--
A vain gesture to convince him she honored his dream
Memorializing secret pact, living life in his blueprint:
Boy and a girl, rustic farm house, a dog named Duffy.
April 12, 2022
Poem of the day on April 14, 2022
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 11 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Fig Leaf
Sea shells in a child's hands get snatched away by the sea waves.
Long-earned wealth, in cash and kind, is stolen by the burglars.
Kith and kin, who have been in thick and thin, end up in graves.
Love songs sung coyly turn into knells and death bell murmurs.
My precious spouse, my innocent child, and my valued friend
Death has snatched them all. Who will ever replace them? With what?
I, too, am moving gradually towards my grave's end.
Though my soul has flown, I should, in the coffin, remain shut.
Like the messenger of death, is my sadness a warning?
Does this tell me that the zeitgeist is not favourable?
As this isn't monsoon, is the weather, for me, mourning?
Should I search for solutions - solvable and saveable?
Does sadness yet spare anyone, whether they're young or old?
Does it discern whether it's summer's heat or winter's cold?
How can I convince you that I love you?
Shall I climb the highest freezing hillside?
Shout that I love you as my voice echoes?
Feel my love burning with desire inside?
Shall I search for you across the wide world?
Perhaps I'll walk along the horizon.
I do not know exactly where you are.
Find you at sunset or at sun rising?
I would rather meander along paths,
Where wild nature is at its finest best.
Am I dreaming, or do I see you there
Under the willow tree? Now I can rest.
I amble towards you and ask for love,
I'll be faithful, a promise from above.
She smiled coyly, asked me to sit near her.
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Strolling Nungambakkam’s dusky evening street,
The serpentine vehicles queues hold them as each other they coyly greet.
Ina foreign tongue they converse, so mystically sweet,
Melodies tingle in my ears with rhythms upbeat.
Chennai ladies, Chennai Lasses………
Ear stud to ear stud,
Between it , their smiles nestled on their faces like an unfurled bud.
Ear ring to ear ring,
Their faces are lyrics that bards like me yearn to sing……
Dazzling bright saris of kanjeevaram silk draped around their waists with utmost care…
Velvet layered oiled dark braids interwoven with cymosely clustered jasmine laden hair.
A smile lying await to erupt from their lips,
As they gently walk, gracefully rocking their hips.
Perched on their nose, ring of gold they boldly show,
These jeweled motifs setting their face aglow.
A near a solitary maiden my eyes behold!
Her eyes so brown and skin reflects shades of weatish gold..
Lucky silver trinkets clasp gently ankles
Between the ground she trods and the edge of her bold sari pleats, all silver sparkles.
Her beauty so immensely rare,
She stepped afar into the alley without worldly care.
She by far is for me the fairest,
Her fragrance she leaves behind that floats to my nostrils is one of the rarest.
She does not know my name…
But does it matter all the same?
Beauties of Chennai….. beauties of Chennai
From my eyes reach now you slip away…
smeltering a soveriegnty sent forth from the center of 2 + 2
and branding beliefs with the benefits of interstellar iron,
smoke waving wakefully from flesh feeling fresh from a firefight with Freedom,
unlatching the lock of Liberty with endurance elegant & unabashed,
could Moses manackle my motivations with a burning bias,
would Augustus Caeser cruxify me for minting my own coin,
does the Magna Carta make men Subjects, represented labor,
do government classrooms train Citizens coyly
to kiss the whip of the wealthy, pledge to be collateral,
truth my Tribune, empathy my educator, ability the enabler,
decisions are for me to regret or applaud, keep your mind cuffs away,
I reserve the Right not to consent or comply with a jurisdiction outside of myself,
Right to Acquisition a promise in my purview, might the arbitraitor,
when unable to house the white fire of Spirit
I shall receive the roadway to the great Law of Consequence,
finding friendship in the Unity of immaterial community,
that campfire where sensativity to sadness stokes a heat of healing
an exodus from the conflict of passions,
an entry into natural oblivion, membership to complete comprehension -
J.A.B.
Sure there’s love in splendor of budding rose
And scent of fragrance in garden of spring
And banks of meadows where the river flows--
Where soft winds whisper and the Blue Jays sing,
When you appear in the sight of full moon
Cuddling my heart in embrace of romance
Evoking plum desires as heartbeats croon
Enamored in trance of your loving glance,
Seeing my smile in allure of your eyes
Mesmerized by thrill of enchanting glee
As you come closer beneath starry skies
Showing me coyly how dreams answer plea,
When hymn of your soul lets the music play
As intimate rhythms seductive hearts sway.
November 25, 2019
I want to fall in love with a sonnet poetry contest
Sponsor: Melani Udaeta
Placed 2nd: Your best sonnet July to December 2019
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placed 3rd: Strand special 6 by Brian Strand
Promising never to be apart
I never knew at the time if it was the right thing to do
If so much of my budding life truly belonged to you,
Yet I proceeded demurely to let you hold my arm
And decided with some trepidation to coyly tag along.
Our life together began so aimlessly unpredictable
Not knowing the directions to a successful endeavor.
Tenuous were the links of love young and immature,
Unprepared to face obstacles potently formidable.
A clash of our aspirations and untenable ambitions
Soon brought about forces of immutable conditions,
As the portrait of young love cracked under pressure
And soon we broke up, bereft of romantic pleasures.
That was some fifty years ago as we now recall fondly
For the interlude of our separation lasted only briefly,
And we began anew to enjoy a triumphant relationship
Cracking the code of life to raise a wonderful family.
The sketch of our being hangs proudly in our hearts,
Never giving a second thought to our wary shaky start.
Brittle bones now foretell life remaining is quite short
So we make the best of it, promising never to be apart.
Placed 5th
November 2, 2017
Eight Word Challenge
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Eureka - a love song Tanka series
~ art by Edward Burne-Jones ~
It's a fair question:
as you smile that smile, you ask
how much I love you…
"You are constant as the sun
...and I am Copernicus"
As you close your eyes,
you ask how far I'd travel
to show I love you:
"Love, you are the seven seas
...I'm Ferdinand Magellan"
"Why do you tell me
I'm the apple of your eye?"
you wonder out loud.
I say, "You are gravity
…and I am Isaac Newton"
You furrow your brow
asking why I pursue you.
"It's simple", I say,
"you're 24 karat gold
…and I am Howard Carter"
You crinkle your nose,
"Why do you never give up?"
you ask me coyly.
I say, "You are a light bulb
… and I'm Thomas Edison"
You get somber and
ask if loving you is such
a good idea
to which I say "Eureka!"
… for I am Archimedes
written 29 Jan 2022