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LAST MEET
Fading twilight bade by allowing dusty dusk to merge in. The park got
desolated. Me sitting on bench. You were loitering. Suddenly with thrashing
momentum you stood in front of me. Our eyes met vivacious, but you
voiced no syllable.
that was our last meet,
the destined silence of life.
lost my lilac love.
07/11/20
Second Place
'A Memory' Contest by Line Gauthier
" fairytales a million tremble at us,
Love does outshine with flickering light
they know how our –love doth shine right
sounds of swift ivory doves cry out,
I am but a man and I shall love you
For fleeting into the ebon
Bound by love and affection"
My alleviation found
Black ravens plague this existence
never cursed or full of deep blight;
for our love loses not insight,
I embrace you…you hold me tight
Saturated in loneliness were you- night;
I sense your essence in the breeze;
Or yet you stay with me, longing for my hopelessness to cease,
Descending onto my grateful knees-
I knew the pain of loss and despair you carried with ease;
Your genuine adoration still sustains,
the wind blows, and gusts prevail;
You, my beloved…eternallyI am but a man and I shall love you
Craving to be near you for all of eternity-
Intense obscurity of the calamity I faced before you attains-
emerging from the dust I was found
weeping in the forsaken land of my desolated heart’s remains;
As the tempest rages in warm rains;
and I shall feel this pure affection
and... in perfection-
Sweetheart, you are my perpetual connection,”
I am but a man and I shall love you
I am but a man and I shall love you
9/8/19
Lu's Poem Switcha-roo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lu Loo |
The Desolated Greatness
ABAB
The brooding copse of archaic place,
where many stories lived and died,
rapturous and dismal both interlace,
to charm all, as in thousand hearts it resides.
Where peacock fawn, to win the mate,
and nightingale sing surmised
and where brown-recluse spider wait,
and search its life disguised.
The echoed heaven, with multitude
of songs and cries,
of birds in solitude
or in group as they flies.
The squirrels jump and pop around,
and enjoy the april scene,
as all of them ecstatic found,
with all hearts eager, all eyes keen.
The fragrance was in the air
of full blown flowers and old
which drops here and there
cries, hopes and become cold.
The winnowing winds of adjacent field,
ruffles the hairs of indolent calves
which nothing now can yield,
but deplete the fodder to halves.
Pinkish flamingoes grace the lake
which dips and uplifts
its beak in serene water, and take
the required and drifts.
The trodden path midst this greatness
reminds us of its splendid past
and also of nature's creativeness,
which is only left at last.
-:AKASH SANGWAN
I can't recall
how long I have been desolated,
and rejected by all,
living within these cement walls,
emanating wishes unheard by anyone;
staying indolent and thoughtless
with this soul gnashing:
so futile and drawn...
Too long
protected by loneliness,
too soon
to think of an incursion
and reprimand myself
of my impudence
for having been so inadvertent;
a reputed dreamer
demanding impossible things
to bring them to a conclusion...
Too long retreated
and secluded to have distorted thoughts;
and not to recite this pious prayer,
instead of an useless outcry...
Too deviant and improbable
to follow a straight course,
fight for something desired
to finally hang
my flag of victory
on the tallest pinnacle...
Too long
protected by loneliness,
too unfeasible
to undertake fear and be responsible;
my hopes are fraught with feebleness,
and my phantom
always wanders past a wan dream:
never to feel the emotional warmth of a hand...
it was such a dark and lonely night
that no star in the sky nor the moon in the sight,
when he approached me and whispered in my ear
with the sound of slow and heavy beats of a heart
it was such strange and silent moment of the day
where no bird flies or twittering in the valley
nor the color of flowers seen in the plain,
when he held me in his arms to return to the beginning of time
it was a day of dead silence,
with no sunlight reflecting on the tree
nor a wind passing through the leaves,
when he left me after a long and deep sigh without a word
it was a dusk with full of a melancholic air,
the river did not flow in the gathering darkness
nor the waters surf to shore in the desolated beach by the sea,
when i gazed him from behind, the enervate image crumbling to fall
I embrace you … you hold me tight,
sounds of swift ivory doves cry out-
fleeting into the ebon night; for our love loses not insight,
never cursed or full of deep blight;
a million fairytales tremble at us,
they know how our love does outshine with flickering light . . .
black ravens plague this existence,
saturated in loneliness were you-
yet, you stayed with me, longing for my hopelessness to cease,
descending onto my grateful knees;
I sense your essence in the breeze,
I know the pain of loss and despair you carried with ease . . .
as the tempest rages in warm rains,
the winds blows, and gusts prevail-
emerging from the dust I was found,
weeping in the forsaken land of my desolated heart’s remains
your genuine adoration still sustains
intense obscurity of calamity I faced before you attains . . .
sweetheart, you are my perpetual connection,
for I am a woman craving to be near you for all of eternity-
bound by love and affection
my alleviation found in perfection
and I shall feel this pure affection for you, my beloved eternally
and . . .
oh . . . my beloved darling I have tried so hard,
to go on without you in my life -
but you call my name each night over and over and over, you call me;
so, I stand with a dagger at your eternal tomb,
ready to thrust it- into my broken heart . . .
_________________________
September 8, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Shattered Love
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1179-372-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Lu's Poem Switcher Roo
sponsor, Lu Loo
Second Place
When the rain comes in blunt despair
With swords of Thor's thunderous wield
The clouds drape darkness everywhere
As light surrendered, as hope kneeled
Where desolated gloom revealed
A drab landscape that once was fair
Limbs barren in deserted fields
When the rain comes in blunt despair
Drowning sunsets in silver flares
Tomorrow's rainbows lie concealed
In mazes of charcoal nightmares
With swords of Thor's thunderous wield
This is where all your heroes yield
To stars laden in disrepair
Where souls sink, murky and congealed
The clouds drape darkness everywhere
When suns are lost and moons are rare
The mornings cut apart and peeled
The sky is strangely unaware
As light surrendered, as hope kneeled
When shelter remains unrevealed
And the horizon appears bare
Allow me to become your shield
Against the snare of sharpened air
When the rain comes
3/11/23
We stay in this underground fortress
will it be our salvation or our tomb
Can we survive the pending onslaught
is this a heroic suicide
that history will forget
the vanquished are damned to be erased from the pages of history
Three months earlier we knew
Jupiter had fallen, but how
She was as large as the moon
had impenetrable shields
She was our last hope
of our earth's race
We wait
Those who could fled, thousands so many thousands
those who can't wait, hundreds just hundreds
Can we be undetected
or do they know
Are we betrayed
No one is coming to save us
No one will ever return
to a planet scorched and burnt
by a power as strong as seven suns
A quiet unity combines a thousand souls
buried deep within the earth
A sonic boom shakes the earth
faceless souls tremble
They are here
Slowly I peel away from the masses
Up the steep slope I climb
I open the barrier seal door
and lift it up to reveal
an deserted earth desolated and empty
bone dry with the dust of ashes from once living things
I left up my arms and walk into the wind
embracing the spirit of my mother earth
Slowly I am joined one by one until the underground fortress
has empty of it's thousand, men, women, children
Old, young, healthy and infirm but living
We are alive, we are survivors
They passed us by, not worth their time
and pursued those who fled
Why would they worry about a planet deem dead
Why bother with a tiny blue sphere
insignificant, unwanted and thought exterminated
I place my arms down and smile relief
a steady breeze wisps away the ashes
green blades asunder are revealed
In the horizon a flash of lightning
a clasp of thunder, the sweet smell of cooling rain
People embrace, people cry
Jupiter has fallen, but we still stand
We won after all.
" sounds of swift ivory doves cry out,
they know how our love does outshine with flickering light-
a million fairytales tremble at us,
fleeting into the ebon night;
never cursed or full of deep blight;
for our love loses not insight,
nor does it fail to do what is right,
I embrace you…you hold me tight
saturated in loneliness were you-
yet you stay with me, longing for my hopelessness to cease,
black ravens plague this existence,
discouraging me with such persistence,
I knew the pain of loss and despair you carried with ease;
descending onto my grateful knees-
I sense your essence in the breeze
the wind blows, and gusts prevail,
weeping in the forsaken land of my desolated heart’s remains-
emerging from the dust I was found
intense obscurity of the calamity I faced before you attains;
your genuine adoration still sustains,
as the tempest rages in warm rains
for I am but a woman (*or man*) craving to be near you for all of eternity-
giving you of myself from the depths of my sincerity,
and I shall feel this pure affection or you, my beloved…eternally.
and...
sweetheart, you are my perpetual connection,
a whisper of tenderness giving me direction,
my alleviation found in perfection-
bound by love and affection"
September 7, 2019
Lu's Poem Switcha-roo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
Famine preys upon a desolated civilization
Dying out the old breed new world awaits
What makes one soul defile goodness
The heart, as if it does not feel
Is mankind just a beast of nature's mix
Devouring the lamb like wolf's they are
We are farmers of the nations growth
Sow a seed, pass knowledge not the buck
We depend upon the other to feed world
Kids killing kids,as adult we kill our own
Lead by example, they strip God from belief
Corrupt being of evil's greed run deadly wild
Fight good and evil rumbles the house
Who runs the temple, they fill us with hate
Of their own demise their thirst is quench
Evil of one's heart bleeds its color
Do us good, I think not future at hand
But tomorrow I may not see sun rise sky
A bird in a bath, youngster at play with no care
Tomorrow could end today while love carries on
Give to society what's better, not evil's desire proclamation
But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy
nation, a people for his own possession that you may
proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light