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In the dawn, bewildered the grey sky,
whether to opt the light orange
or the scarlet red or plain blue.
But then cogitating of the arising sun
the golden yellow dress, she dons
With no vehicles' noise
and gadgets' sound around
even the breeze chooses
to blow in silence.
Amidst the stillness,
I barely stand on my terrace,
accumulating magical energy
from the rising sun,
consuming immaculate smell
of the half bloomed flower
and immersing myself
in the heavenly tunes of silence.
And when my soul develops seeds
and when I am about to disperse
awakens my senses,
the mystical song of robin.
Mar 26 2021
“Know all instruments of perception to be like ethereal space. Know all objects of perception to be like ethereal space. Know this pure One as neither bound nor free. I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky.”
To play a game, we frame some rules,
which repeated practice then schools
but in truth we are always free,
when we see bondage is for fools.
Our luminous Self is carefree,
yet dons form for a jamboree,
in the matrix of time and space,
as a leaf bound to the mind tree.
Our origin we may retrace,
in tranquil silence, by God’s grace,
to whose presence we are threaded,
known when we slow down our thoughts pace.
Oh hermit, where are we headed,
amidst demons who are dreaded,
as dream forms we have created,
to whom we seem to be wedded?
When we wake up, as is fated,
all darkness is decimated,
whence on reuniting with source,
our freedom is celebrated.
Ceasing striving, using no force,
we can choose to shift our life’s course,
by power of bilocation,
when ego cravings we divorce.
In rippleless meditation,
in the vast void of cessation,
animating our attention,
we entwine with God’s creation.
The summer swan song suffuses the autumn romance,
clumps of cloud caressed by the silk of the sapphire sky
wait for the northern wind to hold hands to dance
at the edge of the kaleidoscopic horizon before they fly.
Drenched by the departing summer’s last spell of teary spray
the twilight sky burns in the setting sun’s sinking flare,
from the amber canopy of forest all the birds soar away,
the shadow of tinged foliage floats in the rippling crisp air.
The garden path braces the blushing trees facing the fall,
wilted golden leaves weave the tapestry of blazing hue,
the autumn music resonates in the rustle as they crawl,
reclined grass of cinnamon meadow dons the crown of dew.
The fountain flow of mesmeric moonbeam floods your face
like pristine pearls spreading on waves of amorous sea remote,
the whispering autumn breeze wraps you in ardent embrace,
as I yearn for your love in stardust sequins I see my dreams float.
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November 29, 2021
Contest : "Y" Contest, New Poems
Sponsor : Constance La France
When twilight sighs blushing cobalt skies
And evening dons purple on sienna brown
As rainbow colors sprout blazing horizon
And scarlet winds echo intimate bird-songs
Beckoning sensuality of two loving hearts;
Meet me my love, doting illuminant stars--
Let passions waltz in music of romance.
When night adorns constellations above
And moonlit desires glisten your aura
Arousing titillation of your sensuous eyes
Hold me in bliss of your hypnotic trance
As you come closer invoking Shangri-la;
Greet me my love, seducing my response--
Let passions waltz in music of romance.
As fantasies blossom in odyssey of dreams
Seeking sanctuary in paradise of ecstasy,
Courting our story in flirtatious melodies
When you strum beats of fervid symphony
Enunciating words to lyrics of our revelry;
Kiss me my love, crooning tunes of its ballad--
Let passions waltz in music of romance.
Satiated now, snuggling bosom of dawn
Gladly we rejoice its affectionate applause
Pleading longingly for these feelings to last
Igniting their flame for one more glance
As we woo fervor of enchanting euphoria;
Cuddle with me my love, answering its call--
Let passions waltz in music of romance.
June 28, 2020
Poem of the day on June 30, 2020
Placed 1st: Sensuality poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Courtesy viz (g)natty Thrip Pest...
This client (Matthew Scott)
availed himself at behest
of following counselor
who bares his chest
to Stephanie Dodds
(maid 'n USA name)
taught technique to minimize
ruffling feathers lest
the missus aggrieved
spending her nest
egg, thus self and missus
live destitute oppressed
as two basket of deplorables stressed
nearly every day envisioning
castles in air pipe dreams
when getting undressed
preparatory to dreams
within illusory shut eye
yours truly dons fancy vest
believe me you sold by Kanye West.
DEAR MAN skills
(feeble attempt more daunting
versus scaling Mount Everest)
embraced with zest
supported and blessedly underwritten
by loan granted from Univest
Bank ohm my dog to mitigate electric
resistance while no resistance
against kool psychological aid acid test,
whereby this husband espoused,
to help him recharge, (re:volt if necessary)...,
which endeavor now poetically expressed
concerning contentious gripe(s),
she would concur challenges we contest
beat within mine (possibly her) breast
unavoidable series of parallel events
disallows me to experience respite
as ye correctly guessed
impossible mission until
death do me part heavenly blessed,
meanwhile to maximize insight woke
involving DEAR MAN skills
with following example I attest
triggered food for thought
countless years gone by, no jest
which behavior even
eldest daughter did detest
specifically oft time ebt -
Electronic benefit transfer
i.e. food stamp money addressed
when wife spent lion's share
in one fell swoop, I did level best
to communicate while pride
hide hid ingest, wife acquiesced
yet without fail repeated offense
whereby mister diplomacy here
explained (with diminishing patience)
allocated funds sole comestible expense
then included four family members
issue got heated more emphatically
groused at my sidelined request
invariably spiking discourse
else... I threatened to divest
and stow card in wallet (mine),
yet invariably relinquished said item,
perhaps first will and testament bequest
if imposed, enforced, adhered...
would have nipped in bud
finding yours truly less obsessed,
nee furious every month
the vicious drama cycled
smoldering resentment did crest
into shouting tense match,
thus body electric lamely fleshed.
Frozen rain comes misting down,
Forming frost and crystals.
Sparkling like diamonds,
On the trees, the grass, the thistles.
It ushers in the winter snows,
That blanket all around,
Weighing down Fir branches,
Though they make not a sound.
No pitter patter as the drops,
Fall on my window pane.
No tap, tap, tap upon the walk,
As with the summer rain.
Harvest time is over now.
The fields are frosted white,
As Jack Frost covers everything,
In glistening sheets of ice.
Soon the mist turns into flakes,
That gently float to ground,
Making all a pristine white,
As the Snow Queen dons her crown.
Revolving season’s ever-changing sensitive frontage
dons nature designed apparel in an ambiance new.
Fall’s fiery foliage bursts with colored mélange of collage,
as the wilted leaves shimmer with the last golden hue.
Northern wind’s chilled whistle in the crisp air they hear,
as they float in the rhythm of their rustle’s frozen phase,
composing the swan song melody of winter resounding near,
while the sapphire sky is shrouded by the seamless grey haze.
The splintered edges of the brittle winter’s arsenal sharp
split asunder the dim demeanor of the ashen glacial sky.
From the congealed recess of the spatial void’s humid warp
frozen flakes of the arctic moisture descend as snow and fly.
After the cold sun sinks spent in the twilight mist gloomy,
the stilled night’s speckled shroud falls with frozen flair,
the frigid fragments of autumn’s charm lost in time’s debris
waft like feathers morphed into spinning snowflakes in the air.
In the blowing blizzard the twirling slant snow’s design
shapes your frosty face emerging from the clasping cold.
The whisper of buoyant flakes reminds me once you were mine,
beckons me to reach out for your warm hands to hold.
Across the snow contoured flashing white flattened meadow,
the snowflakes swirl to dance in the silver tinge of twilight.
I follow entranced with the wind your floating frozen shadow,
sculpted by the ivory flakes drifting away from my sight.
We're made from stardust, I'm told.
A sparkling constellation of consciousness.
Battling one another, sniffing out the jugular.
Swirling toward the blackest hole.
God is out there. somewhere.
Kneading another star into form.
Tilling black skies, sprinkling seeds.
Watering the sprouts so perfectly.
Are we the forgotten ones?
The orb of cannibals and lambs.
Set ablaze in a pond of id and oily greed.
While hope turns its golden head.
Setting fire to silver seas.
Now the stardust is sprinkled in blood.
The scent blasting the nostril of God.
He rises slowly from the potter's wheel.
We've thoroughly reddened the eyes.
He dons a shawl of tiger stripes.
With one grand swipe, he separates the lavender of love.
From the chain of gnashing lies.
When Shining Spring Sets In
When shining spring sets in,
The earth takes a new birth
Sheds all its snowy screen
Dons itself a new dress
To boast as a queen;
When shining spring sets in,
Let`s welcome it with thrill
With its carpets of greens
On the bed of all hills
Which every eye can glean;
When shining spring sets in,
Trees cloak in newer veils
To court singing sparrows,
Eye flowers in full bloom
And vie with their halo;
When shining spring sets in,
Human heart swells anew;
With the warm breeze of spring,
The spirit beams with joy
And souls with bliss do swing.
Gloom blooms as more bombs boom;
Even saints are tainted by crimson stains.
Fears tear through cradle-cries,
And withered blood floods the clustered gutters.
A prowl of projectiles surrounds their bounds;
Wounds whine on a round ground.
Pleas fail to heal the skin’s impetigo—
As silence stains the lens.
Then violence dons another garment,
While silence lies dormant;
Cries from festered wounds pry the dry, wry air,
As echoes crawl along.
All goes to soothe egos,
They boast with coats of loathes in floated boats,
In self-conceit concerts,
They celebrate nothing, noting no woe.
Wicked wicks don’t wink weak,
They sow discord and spit splintered discourse,
They supplant hate as baits,
And their words plunge the world to more dangers.
Peace peeks through a bombed hole at round tables,
Yet war speaks through their mouths;
Those who would quell the spell still sow their guile,
While skies scold, souls lie cold.