Long Diffuse Poems
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Blessed are the peacemakers
A great source of joy in life
They are a great blessing
Amidst life’s battles and strife.
We have one such amongst us
Who is quite capable
To diffuse any situation
To bring peace he’s able.
He knows how to calm the rage
When anger is raging high
He brings peace and calm
When the sparks seem to fly.
His mind is all at peace
When others see red
He restores normalcy
When sanity hangs by a thread.
He devotes his life to prayer
We hold him in great admiration
The world he makes a better place
He is truly an inspiration.
Dedicated to Bro. Stanley Cherian, our friendly and esteemed neighbour
Quote: "May, queen of blossoms, and fulfilling flowers, what pretty music shall we charm the hours?"
- Lord Edward Thurlow
The jazzy arched blossoms with vibrant hues
Bouquet boutiques and the scent they diffuse
The terrain seems as an embroidered piece
God's stretched hanky as the Eden of peace
Nonchalant vibes of nature's musicians
Organize a dais for auditions
The carolling tunes make it a dreamland
All become a part of this music band
The redolence and the trills in full swing
Forging May stellar as the heart of spring
Place: 2nd
Celebrity
Star people
dance on ripple
of public opinion flow.
Stars diffuse or glow
as public wish.
Stars dazzle bluish.
Royal blue, Royal Stars
Gorgeous glamorous
on stage on TV
or in movie
perform, show magic
mesmerizing public
yet seldom
get freedom.
Star persona displays
loose gossip to portray
starry image.
They can’t outrage.
Star people are bound to
be controlled by public view.
Our love must never have a sunset,
Become cold as the sun in this sea.
Thus, hold tender vows without regret.
Dearly contemplating word and deed,
Heading along the bridal marquee.
Cadre of witnesses stands agreed.
Borrowed scarf erases mirthful sobs.
My elder's poor brooch fastened loosely.
Blue garter buckles, groom later lobs.
Launching fresh bouquets of baby's breath,
Superstition ignites fantasy.
Unbridled guests wrestle unto death.
Their hearts strive from unsettled desire.
When seeking love's prize, wisely tarry,
Arm steady flames, diffuse reckless fire.
"In a nascent world of life, a poetic soul forces in cool sea waves that ebb and flow,
the infinity of breadth." Quote by poet
Breath and vastness of the briny deep blue,
hidden universe on the ocean floor.
The largest and deepest of Earth's
five oceanic divisions.
It snuggles west of the Americas,
a world of profound mystery.
She tightly wraps her brine around
an extensive ocean basin,
a kaleidoscope of sea life, from plant-eaters
to meat-eaters, both great and small,
and a maternal, indulgent mother.
The ocean's rich mosaic floor
is constantly self-shifting, moving, and shaping.
For some marine ecosystems, a mere
dawdling pace is crucial for survival.
The temperature of the water drops.
Susurrus in the deep, in quietude
upon the feel of the poised wind against the waves.
The sounds and sunlight shower with a soft,
diffuse glow, leaving no trace in the deep.
Take me where the ocean rolls bigger than the pain in my
soul. Let me lay upon shore sand and hold its grit in my hand
while the ocean claims ground again, so sure of where it
belongs to begin its own fated end. Let ships on the horizon
remind me how small I am and how little I understand.
My pain seems so very grand yet it, and my heart bearing it,
will be gone long before this sand, so small, so mere in tiny
bits, but more earthly significant than any of me I have to
give. I have no distinct pain, all I hurt once ached another
name that millions could easily claim.
I do not want to feel love's sentiments anymore. I do not want
emphatic care blood in my core. My worn bruises need the
confusing wave cycle to diffuse. My heart wishes to comply with
my soul's voice, housed within, as it does whisper of peace should
I let go and fling the heavy pains my emotions have overlong
nourished and sustained.
God, let me tuck my aches inside a shell, please allow them
to only there dwell. I promise, I will sail the shell by my own
hand to swim the ocean depths. Allow the sea to free my
stored pain in deep, endless, salty motions that I may be
free from more tears of lame devotion.
Dissolving in Ecstasy
I take leave
facing Awareness alert
showing flowery way Homewards
diffuse rainbows riding fast
a whispering shoreline
blood becomes water
bones skin nails hair lips
Spirit sailing soars
I lived a full life of laughter
all praise to God’s Great Love
weep not for me
now or evermore !
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Music Box
What melody is it
that the turn of the key
allows the music box to quickly play
then slowly hesitate and stop?
There sre no words that come to mind
only some familiar haunting song.
This one spins hypnotically
with a telescopic lens
that looked within displays
a kaleidoscope of diffuse blended colors.
My ears recall the tune
but my mind cannot recall the name.
Other music boxes are set in varied places,
on the dresser, shelved with collectibles
which remain untouched
and infrequently played.
Simple gears and rotating mechanisms
sing out and call out memories of gifts and holidays.
Alas, the song escapes me still
but is full of feeling, friendship,
love, hope and companionship
locked safely in the music box.
Women, how can I make you a fair definition?
You have nurtured 6 billion live children
So, you are the mother of the human
On every piece of land on this planet
They, with fine wisdom and skillful hands
Arranged, the order of time and
The dimensions of tolerance
Giving the air the direction of love
Making the clouds Elegance and
The moonlight flow like a stream
So, you created miracles
I remembered how you grew up
Like flowering trees, jasmine, peaches
Apricot, or plums...
In the wind of spring and
In rays of the beautiful sun,
You are stretching the branches joyfully
And releasing the growth happily,
I can also hear your voice too,
As you are flying in the air, like the thrushes,
The swallows, or the Orioles...
Or like the sparrows jumping from branch to branch
So, you are broadcasting graceful music
When I'm near you, I can also smell your breath
The fragrance is somewhat with sweet,
Like the jasmines, the cloves, or the camellias...
And when I'm away for a long time from you,
Many times, my heart will become noisy
And my thoughts will diffuse
And hard to maintain a mindset of a scientist
And whenever this moment comes,
I know it will be more hard to define...
So, I must go outside
Facing the flowering trees and
Dazing
* To International Women's Day
Joyous Day At The Train Station
A most absurd thing happened while I made my way
to meet my morning train one sunny, summer day.
While walking on the path I saw the engineer
I see most every day when traveling, but near
him was a box of sorts all covered with a sheet.
He quickly called to me and said, "please come to meet
this stray, a golden-orange tabby cat I caught
along the tracks. A little irritable and fraught
but genial, and he emits the sweetest mews.
His fur is smooth and excellent; bright eyes diffuse
green glows of iris; he's a beauty with no home."
I bent and peered inside, he looked so all alone,
but kindly met my eyes with such a generous
meow and then moved over close to where I was.
Not minding one iota when I picked him up,
he fit so sweetly in my arms which I did cup
and did appreciate my holding him so near.
He tucked his head beneath my chin, and it was clear
in order to make him my own, there was a kink...
a costly act...skip work today. Then, in a wink,
I called my boss, and 'knock on wood', he said okay.
An unplanned meeting with my new-found pet this day
gave me a special joy, and with a hug sincere,
"an admirable kindness," said the engineer.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Make A Poem
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 07/12/2016
Couplet Form using Iambic Hexameter: 12 syllables and 6 feet per line
21 Required Words to Include in Poem:
Absurd, appreciate, admirable, cat, caught, costly, emits,
engineer, excellent golden, generous, genial, iris, iota,
irritable, kindly, knock, kink, orange, over, order
My poem took about 3 hours to
compose between two writing sessions:
evening of July 2 and morning of July 3.