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For the boy who had gone through his first crush.. wrote by Mrs.Madhavi
First Crush: Crushed My feelings forever!!
Her epitome of innocence and virtue made me sick.
Friend around me suddenly pricked.
Scene from the titanic in my mind clicked.
I lost somewhere else and she squandered the opportunity.
Crazy girl, You clinged my heart!!
She was suffice so as I.
Looking at her radiant smile, I was blessed.
My feelings blushed on my cheeks.
God had postulated the first law of love.
Was it the infatuation?? Was it the love??
Crazy girl, Your face is glued on my heart!!
Blue whales diving down deep into the sea.
Molluscan shell in her arms, holding the glittering pearl.
Sun and moon playing the game of hide and seek.
God showered the ecstatic divineness.
Love arised from both the ends .
Her expression occupied the quadrangle of my soul.
Crazy girl, Your adorable persona sticked on my mind!!
My friends tagged her as my Queen.
But it was just a mystery.
I waited till last..
But She didn't rebelled the three precious words.
Desperately waited for the moment.
But When i saw her with his boyfriend.
Crazy girl, You killed my heart!!
Getting goosebumps,
Just left tears in my eyes.
Each and every memories of mine are fragmentized.
Just left with the ashes of moments that we shared together.
Life just can't stop without being you.
But you are the luckiest one to be remembered for life time.
Crazy girl,My crush,You crushed my soul!!
I am broken-
my soul fragmented,
my muse flattened and crushed;
these wings beaten and fractured,
I am suspended in time with no future . . .
laying in a hospital bed, waiting for some hope.
Is this the end? Oh sorrow! Oh sadness!
The poet in me is humbled and lost, weeping,
but slowly, slowly bits and pieces are meeting in my mind;
inside of me a strength is burning,
and I pick up a pen hesitating . . .
and start writing faltering, halting, I write,
and my wings unfurl-
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June 30, 2017
Poetry/Verse/Broken
Copyright Protected, ID 17-916-809-0
All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Broken
sponsor, Lewis Raynes
Sixth Place
...A poem dedicated to a character named Koreen Mae Garson (a lady, not a man)...
Your love smokes me like a worn-out cigarette
Your love blemishes me with bite marks
You brush aside the crumbs…now I’m stomped on all over again
Your hugs are constricting like a serpent
Your hugs loses its passion…my fury vigorously sparks
You abandon me cold-bloodedly, now I choke in harsh punishment
Your treachery strangles me…you don't consider my screams of importance
You snatch away my humility and leave me with the crumbs of shame
Your arrogance plants a grave in me…you don't notice that I desire your radiance
You ditch me with senseless remarks and you make me feel game
You ruin my modesty
You stole away my heart’s virtue
You bruise my sustaining dynasty
You complete me with rue
Your conceitedness intoxicates me…
Your arrogance underwhelm thee…
You unscramble my remains and insert me with the liquid of corruption
Your self-confidence leads me to never-ending fate…you disregard my joy
You handle me with maltreatment/enchantment and smudge me with your provoking expression
You crushed me with your cunning plans, now you made me hunt after my prized boy
Your hatred penetrates me with lush, crooked trace
You swap me onto the floor, now I’m smashed into smithereens
Your smiles lose its splendor...your enlightenment gains disgrace
You disown me carelessly…now I spilled your moldering beans
You’re imprisoned by the chains of infuriating heat,
Feeding off the crumbs of deception
Iron Balloons Concrete Skies
(PART 1)
Florescent plants fill up the planet in green light
The gigantic world found us before we found it
Colliding, taking our ship by tonnage to the surface vast and wide
Strong gravity powered by shear mass that dragged us down
Ten billion light years from our home, simply to explore
Out there to investigate the void
Memory succumbed by encumbrances of weight
Crushed thoughts by pressure grave embraced
The crew senses loads intense, alien in nature
Landscapes fade into black open space
Cast against a backdrop dotted, twinkling white
So far away the tiny lights go out of sight still fixed in place
No sun or moon to fill in the surrounding emptiness
Space explorers hover in the artificial rocket light
Release submersible submarines in dark
To reach the surface of the alien sea
Night springs eternal heavy on the shore
Trees of liquid mass punctuate the distances
Tall on horizons belly swaying pink with fluids
Yellow translucent branches dip into the atmosphere
Touched sticky, viscous, stretched to their limits
Limbs distorted long in elasticity bounce back to shape
Laws of nature break from too much weight
As strong and thick as this planet seems to be created
Light does not escape from black hole pressure
Planets pull apart one segment at a time to their own fate
Infinity looks on a foreign veranda strange
Wide visions on the vista compromised
As far as the eye can see
Fathomed, reflected on, in the absence of dusk and dawns
On enormous lands looking gigantic on the cosmic storms
On stars born that stay alive as best they can
Cast against a black backdrop far away
Dotted, twinkling white
So far away the tiny lights go on into forever faded
Soft buttered views below the solid alien ocean emerge
Clouded sights of sinking submarines appear
Permitted to be discovered by visitors but not touched
(Part 2 of this poem follows on next post)
Mexican Petunia purple blossoms in the garden
Invite butterflies to visit and drink their rich pollen.
Herb's crushed scent lingers from gathering for dishes starred-in
Maximilian sunflowers' brown seeds stand out and are starred-in
Goldfinches' meals served from our small herb garden.
Bees and butterflies enjoy both of those flowers' pollen.
The first frost soon will destroy all the glorious pollen.
Herbs from our garden will die and the dishes starred-in
Will change to fall and winter plants from our garden
Butterflies gone since no pollen, also dishes that herbs are starred-in from the garden
Finis'
Jacaranda Moon
He had always been a wannabe hippie at heart
been crushed though by reason and unsolicited
fear while booze was no misguided answer no more
In defeat shattered retreat advance rehabilitation
Kai succumbed to steps into an unknown world
After praying to the Sun God of yogic proportions
the word love flowed out scripted in Jacaranda
petals in soil underneath the tree of life and a poet
tree in motion of change and growth they flowered yet
unknown and unfolded from scraps of bark and design
‘This is so funny’ a fellow struggler pointed out and in
‘there was a woman here some weeks ago’ a beautiful soul
who spelt the word love on the grass in same purple petals
One day adrift she appeared in now famous blue dress
and like an arrow and bee to the honey he
approached the stranger whom he must have known in
some previous life ‘You must be Tai and we have
something in common’ out of the very same blue which
adorned her beautiful body and beautiful mind
Against all odds they made even and love in heartfelt sense
and all senses drawn painted and joined on the hips ever since
‘If I could I would fetch you the moon on a spoon’ and spoons
scoop moons in the Universe which has become the
greatest gift ever bestowed for soul mates and lovers in hottest
pursuit of Sun Goddess showering violet dreams from above
In a flash in skin on skin and memories shared they
eloped together guided by the moon and its many meanings
Tai and Kai are flying 'Taikaiwe' together to the stars and beyond
on height and highs of love ‘Taibelle Mountain’
pushing and pulling rising and shining in serenity and passion
One day a couple of petals a present out of absolute nowhere
recast and transformed life’s story retold and reformed
shines lavender lilac union unimagined but real
13th February 2017
The chair sits empty, yet it breathes,
A ghost of warmth the silence weaves.
The pen lies still, its ink long dry,
But I can hear his lists nearby.
The bed is hollow, sheets grown cold,
Yet stories linger, quietly bold.
The voice is gone, the laughter hushed,
But echoes rise where time has crushed.
I miss the hand that held my own,
The anchor lost, the light outshone.
Yet every wall, each room, each space,
Still carries fragments of his face.
He is nowhere, the world is bare,
Yet everywhere, I find him there.
In memory’s weight, in sorrow’s art,
He lives unbroken in my heart.
A single white rose,
stark against the scar,
left on a plinth—
pale,
pierced,
and pared.
Air drips with heavy dew—
a heady sip,
thick nectar stung by wind,
a bitter elixir on the tongue.
The faint decay of autumn bloom rises.
Petals—
crushed,
capsized on iron.
Ensnared.
Entombed.
Rusting deep in the split stone—
iron teeth gripping the grim root.
Under the rust,
a secret scarlet pulse.
White thorns wake,
weaving through the wreckage.
Wild shoots shatter the cage,
rising—
raw,
radiant,
and reborn.
For deep under the bitter stone,
beneath the winter's heavy blow,
lies the silent, secret seed.
It waits for the solstice's soft sovereign warmth,
to wake,
to break,
and build the bloom anew.
A thing possessed wriggling in sordid clutches of desire
is no longer an object inert and inanimate,
a life unsuspecting and falsely secured
the hot desire melts insanely,
flows like bleached blood in the shrunk veins
and drowns the shattered heart.
The numbed senses crushed and thrown in the wind
can’t return home for the home is plundered.
A body pillaged by vile instinct of desire
is no longer a body animate but turns a debris
for a pried object poached defenseless
crumbles disgraced, the shamed soul sinks.
The object called life cared and adored
the heart safeguards to display with pride.
The life turned an object used and ravaged
the heart rejects to save the soul shamed.
If time doesn’t lift the spirit of dignity out of the ruins
and the power of self-preservation can’t heal
the wounds of the bruised psyche
the courage to face the world would make
the object of shadow a human of substance again
and life would rise from the dust reborn.
December 8, 2017.
drop enough words
on the universe
you might crack
something open
you might
find your way–
–I don't know
when
a boulder
hits the atmosphere
it becomes a fizzle
a morning glory
radiant splendor
shut tight
before your
morning cup
maybe enough
weight falls through
to touch
your heart
and there it sits
its precious metal
undetected
for years, decades, centuries
how many words
have fallen
nowhere
how do words
that find us
find us
is there more
inspirational insanity
than Poe
more
insightful introspection
than Emily
more
enlightened epiphany
than Keats
I don't know
words illuminate
my darkness
find my way
sing my song
I'll drop
a ton of them
and be crushed
by more
fizzles in the night
at the right time
in the right mind
help me, guide me, show me
hey...
meteorites happen
my heart's
been conked
a time or two
maybe this time
it's zapped by you
who knows
staring up
at the sparkles
and the moon
I want something
to strike
clear through