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Are you symbolic gesture that
summons strange new lands?
A magnetic vortex adjoining,
spaces between, with frequency
band.
What gives you the office to officiate journeys,
advertising your prowess
like a slippery judge-attorney.
Jury at a trade show, bending attentions,-
threshold.
Sprawling out like a rainbow on Earthen gurney
-then,
standing like a giant hero
midstride into miracle.
Doorway?
Mystical?
What gives you the Authority?
Is it Spiritual?
Metaphysical?
Like an antenna wed to the Earth,
morphed into a wedding ring yourself;
what gives
you the anointing to do both?
Christen, glisten and weigh the berth.
Only the Lord, only.
Plus, He listens, He knows our hearts,
and gives YOU all your power of
ceremonial worth.
You are a fraud, masquerading
as a Golden Eye of God peering through a window.
Give the credit where it is due and bend the knee.
Carnival slideshow.
Herein among the furrowed rows
sun ripened cucumbers and leek
twine the grape upon their stakes
tender shoots of produce grow replete
Where honeysuckle alongside jasmine
with tendrils climb the rocken wall
rainbow pigments a mosaic
like earthen shades within the fall
Fair beauty ministers the grounds
drifts perfume of plumaria and rose
wafts lavendar with scents of cardemom
with limestone pathways for barefoot toes
Here garlands do adorn the gates
though there be no need for walls
with granite stairs her entries are
alabaster benches for setting calls
Marble waterfalls and fountains
grace the garden of all delight
where jasper pillars support the arches
and fires light a collonade at night
Here the courtyard is cultivated
to entertain the compnay of Kings
but its fillagree of crowning beauty
is what the humble gardener brings
So like that blooming garden
your fragile grace has captured me
so captivated and entranced
my heart be taken to slavery
Now the gentle breezes coast
there is shelter from all storm
where pools reflect a light so clear
to birth a personality new born
To turn its soil with planted seeds
care to tend upon the fertile crop
whose cornucopia in depth does please
and treasured views will never stop
One Archetech this courtyard built
next to the castle temple grand
spans the torrent river valley
where the trees of life do stand
This is the garden of Gods healing
here the taught do love its sight
where tender hearts can bloom and grow
nothing dangerous here to fight
Lay hold upon the real life
for far better things for you are planned
but only Jesus can lead you through
the final weeding of his land
sources Is 11 , 35 , 55, 65
Apocalypse 21 , 22
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
This love's chalice brims with passion's pain
from cracked hands now clenched within your mind
its wormwood draught is less then bile that stain
you spill and cleanse the earthen floor of time
the rapture of this life now cleaves my soul
as it bleeds deep in darken realms of shade
you drove the knife that cut the rose once whole
release my suffering heart as death persuade
this flower keeps no breath within its bloom
now drifting dark beneath the setting sun
flee from this world whose shadows I consume
as my heart dies, its death already done
a crumbled love lies dead inside my heart
buried beneath the lies as you depart
Light a Deep of Happiness or Hopes
Light a Deep of Happiness or Hopes
Today is Dewali,*
Light a Deep* of happiness or hopes
in your life,
Even if, you are not celebrating Dewali,
just wait a little more and
Light at least a candle of hope.
If, no hopes are visible all around you,
Bring a smile on your gloomy face,
and wipe all the tears from your eyes,
as your hopes are bound to bring your dreams
sooner or later close.
Today is Dewali,
Light a Deep* of happiness or hopes
in your life,
Even if you are not celebrating Dewali
just wait a little more,
Light at least a candle of hope.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 26th Oct. 2011
*Dewali. The Indian festival of lights based on Indian culture.
* Deep is a Hindi word means an earthen Lamp
From the miniscule, to the grand vestibule,
Balancing forces are summoned to equate.
Where one seems to create more distance,
The other looks to attract and deflate.
Just as water in a vessel
Seeks to find its very level.
There's gravity about humanity to
Wrestle, among God and the devil.
Constantly pushing and pulling,
Recognizing difference while being the same.
While maintaining anonymity,
Avoiding any credit or blame.
With a powerful nature to compare,
As if a regression to the mean.
It looks to a level playing field,
That's righteous and clean.
So as we hold all of our heroes,
High above the earthen mound.
Knowing the praise may be short-lived,
If there was no equal ground.
NATURAL, FEMALE she is poetry's core
A ROMANCE of the ages, now burned
But SEASONED SAGED to see what's in store,
New PAGE turned, lessons returned
She longs for the spew, the geyser's might
MA-GIVER of FIRE and true desire,
Soft as a woman holding the light,
Wet with the dew of the Amazon's pyre
WATER breaking, making draughters
To currents of talk, a blue blood stream,
Flumes flow below where futures expand
A broad expanse, a waking dream,
NECROMANCY on shifting sand
RHEOLOGY charts the change we know
MIDASOREAL touch, a golden sting
PUNCTURING darkness where seeds now grow,
NANOBOOMS echo as life takes wing
BIOLOGICALCOLOSSUS starts to creep,
BURROWING deep, the pulse we trace,
ELECTROGRAM where secrets sleep,
RAPIDPHOTOSYNTHESIS finds its space
A RUFFLE then a CHEW_SPIT, GUSH,
NANO_FISH swim, then ANALYZE we must,
IMBUE the worth that can be found,
DRESSED TO THRILL, returning dust to dust
EARTHEN MOUND, humblaia, mistress,
MATRIMONIAL HONEYMOON SEASONED ROUNDS, RUSH IN, the BY and BY
in a birthritten trust, where variety abounds
WHERE WE ARE FOUND,
EarThen Eye OfMined
Alabaster streaks of warmth
in its dewy first glow,
tepidly stirring the senses, as
my gaze roams to the
trickle of ebony beads;
in the distance,
chimes of granular dustings,
with fragrances rich in
mahogany earthen grounds,
shaking the last of the
quondam night’s moon specks,
as life’s poignant rays
seep deep into my sights,
coaxing myself out of
hibernation,
longing for the first sip
of sunshine,
basking in the early beams of
balmy dawns and
sepia sunsets,
blessed to
start and end the
sands of time with you—
upon my soul’s sanctuary,
my lucid dream ablaze.
"God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste"
ARTISTIC RHYTHM OF LIFE
Days painted in lavender,
dancing to the rhythm of life,
the staged sphere is my canvas,
the feet is the double-egded pen
as steps rave in blurred tones,
see the moon-walk in my sunset
like MJ sliding on to stardom
gliding with each stroke.
Dancing to the rhythm of life,
shoes tangle around different angle,
breakdancing to break forlonity & my gloom
falsified by the brightness of light joy brings,
Table turns as the fire in me burns
and inspire in me a lyric;
Arts, music, dance...my cave and clinic.
Therein lies a universe of joy & power,
a kingdom that surpasses imaginations.
Dancing to the rhythm of life,
though challenges welcome you in,
but in victory you exit through doors:
We enter as humans but left as gods.
Dance as the edge of brush glides through canvas,
tirelessly moving in rhythmic spirals.
Though your labour may endure for the night,
your joy will come in the morning
and brings fearless living not careless dealing.
Dancing to the rhythm of life,
sharing love and not telling-off,
dance like lillies in the woods;
visions will come, inspiration beckons...
Powers expand & comes understanding
to teleport from battles to the throne of heaven,
where Judah Himself fights for you
then you become a mere spectator
in your own earthen Battles.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © July, 2020.
Radha’s Song- A folk Song of India 2/2
Prelude
This folk song is based on the childhood incidents
of naughty 8-10 years old Krishna, who use to
please everyone of Gukul village, Gokul is the
place where the divine Krishna was brought up
by his foster mother Yashoda.
O, Please tell me, what should I do,
Speak a word, to extinguish my worries,
I cannot live, without seeing,
The alluring face of our naughty Krishna.
O, please tell my friend, how should I manage it,
What plea and excuse dear, I can tell in my home,
How to go back to home, without Gagariya and Chunri,
Even without water, which would create only difficulties for me.
Stunned and mesmerized, by the magic of our Krishna,
I stand here only, in a state of being sweetly robbed,
Instead of searching my Chunri and Gagariya, O Sakhi,
I am trying to touch his alluring image only, in the water.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 26 10 2010
(Protected under copyright provisions of Poetry Soup)
Clarifications:
*Radha. Radha was the childhood friend and was one of the most beloved Gopi of Lord
Krishna. She was the beauty, power and aura create the ethics of love. None of the
scriptures consists of the power to verbalize her beauty, for it is clear enough that when
beauty of Sri Krishna makes several hearts leave their boundaries, her beauty is so
mesmerizing that it makes Him loose consciousness.
*Krishna. Krishna is often depicted as an infant or young boy playing a flute as in the
Bhagavata Purana or as a youthful prince giving direction and guidance as in the Bhagavad
Gita. The stories of Krishna appear across a broad spectrum of Hindu philosophical and
theological traditions.] They portray him in various perspectives: a god-child, a model
lover, a divine hero and the Supreme Being.
*Gagariya. The earthen pot used still in Indian villages to collect water from river, pond
or wells.
* Chunariya. A long strip of cloth to cover the beauty of a woman. It normally hangs on
the bosom to cover them.
Punghat. Is the word used for a place from where water can be collected by village women
of India.
*Sakhi. Hindi word means female friend
Beside another, recent lain
Dug before the morning rain
Laid in rows midst flowers and grass
Where hand-carved marble speaks of past
Blackbird seeking worm or grain
Eyes the earthen mound again
Whence abundant morsal found
In spoil fresh dug from sacred ground
Brief cessation of the showers
Sunshine gifts it's warming powers
Somber, dressed in wispy shroud
Whispered calls to every cloud
Dampened grass wears tinsel glister
For mother, father, brother, sister
Whose Mourners silent walk the drive
Parting as the cars arrive
Handshakes, kisses, reminisces
Comfort sons and little misses
Gather, solumn ’side the grave
Adults tearful, children brave
Casket edging from its hearse
Nature opts to show its worst
Heavens open, pours torrential
Mourners stoic, reverential
For Gran and Gramps met in the war
Chance encounter Indian shore
Oft to tell despite the warm
Danced till night beneath a storm
Then beneath a leaning palm
Neither heeding risk of harm
She succumbed to young man's wishes
Shared the first of many kisses
Lowered now to Grandpa's side
Grief outshone by family pride
As Grandma grasps the binding tie
Of he in whom she feared no lie
One love, his wife, his children's mother
Never danced with any other
Ever gallant went before
To guide her hand to heaven's door
And like that storm of Asia past
Sun tames cloudburst near as fast
Wispy mists of dampness warmed
Dance ethereal, barely formed
Vapours of the afterlife
Moonlit glimpses, man and wife
Romance colours all our thoughts
Of Gran and Gramp's eternal waltz