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Will you allow your lovemate to go after you've misunderstood yourselves?
You need a dream whilst the feelings in your heart is dying,
Every checks made of you suggests a revival,
Thinking you know best for yourself,
The road even to your home can't recognise your feet,
All that brings you hope is that face of your lover,
Thinking much about the past moment in the sun,it opens the clouds to pour down tears from your eyes,
I wish one day you understand the promise you hold to each other,
How effective it becomes when you try to close every senses against that partner,
It illuminates all around you,making the stars wonder,
Thus when you can afford to take a glance on the hourglass before your lover return with a banter,
Already,nothing tells you of happiness and smiles at the end of the day,
Whereby I don't see your efficacy in what you say,
Because you now feel alone by the way,
If you sleep who do you see in the light of your imaginary mind?
Hoping one day that lover will be at your side,
Patience is giving you the picture of forgiveness this night,
So listen to the music of the spheres as you dites,
Since your lover wish every petty misunderstanding dies,
That's what you really need on this ride,
Because it only proves what impells you to meet each other again in light.
With expectations to what excites.
While going away from you these thoughts came impromptu
I love you my lovely chicku
Your purity and purity of holy fire are akin
You are the most cute and innocent face I have ever seen
I can listen to your jabbering gibberish more attentively than any discourse
You are my happiness's unfathomed source
From now on I will breathe in two bodies
One is mine and another is yours
In stories I have heard that some wizard had her life in a parrot,
but my life is in you
I love you my lovely chicku
I am a poet
I can untangle the most sophisticated subjects without destroying its efficacy,
but I am unable to understand the analogy of this bonding and intricacy per se
For which all words are insufficient Going away from you means- Subterranean trickling tears, pangs in heart, an uneasiness ineffable.
Form:
Glitters of the waters of a mountain lake were turquoise blue
Showing activities of various fish swimming through
Exultant duck families were floating with efficacy that was graceful
Magical displays of reflections showed mirror images of surrounding views
A narrow dirt trail was weaving through thick green woodlands
Giant rocks and peaks were standing tall with widely open arms
Varieties of massive firs and pines had packed nearby land
Delicate wild floras had sprayed colors on adjacent path
Immeasurably rich magnificence of Mother Nature was in charge
Welcoming visitors showering them with her gorgeous charm
Atmosphere was bursting with sweet melodies of birds songs
A smile poured in and silenced all thoughts
An elderly man I knew ,
( who had no issue)
about fifty years ago
was well known among the local
and neighbouring residents
for his knowledge of the native pantheon,
evil spirits, and ghosts .
Often he conducted rituals
to ward off the ghosts and evil spirits
from the homes and
individuals possessed by them
and to cure people of the illnesses
primarily attributed to sacrilege.
One day, his wife fell ill;
yet, he did not call doctors,
but performed traditional rituals,,
sought guidance from the deities
in his somber dreams.
Of no avail ,
she died after prolonged illness.
But he did not grieve for long.
"What can we the humans do
if God already destined her fate ? “
he asked.
The old man lived a long life,
cared for by a close relative.
He never consulted a doctor
nor took pharmaceutical drugs,
as he did not have faith
in their medical efficacy or sanctity.
(The poem dramatised under the title FAITH, PAIN( Latter rechristened as Thajabagi Cheina) by People's Arts and Dramatic Association ,and directed by Laishram Randhoni Devi was the Second Best play in the Creative Directors' Short Play Competition 2022 organised by THEATER CENTER under the aegis of SANGEET NATAK ACADEMY,NEW DELHI.In all the play won seven different awards.Among the notable awards are Best,Director,Best Actor,Best Actress and Best Script etc.)
Sharp teeth incising my neck,
It's uncontrollably going on trek,
Intimate vampire whom can't be seen,
From his wounded mouth slowly drip my flesh and blood,
Assasination pinned to mortify the efficacy of an elite,
My heart is gradually tearing from its position,
Already,my fore limbs are choped off by his sharpened dagger,
His enlogated nails are pluging off my eyes,
"Return no more",
The assassin said within an uproar,
"I'm February 13th from stapled territory crowned to cause demean,
Ruling with hatched and mingled sin,
Tyranically subbed to configure false traits,
When I'm done with you,...you'll be left a constraint,
Your intenstines would be taken out through your palms,
And you'll respect my day before the red day comes.
Well,my speech is less painful than my well boiled harms,
So take it fast before life in you is gapped.
See you later when I return with heavy club."
I am humble, He said
But what of being honest?, another asked.
I am gentle, He yet professed
No, what anent honesty,
That shapes one's integrity?
He was again questioned.
I am friendly, He proudly said,
Seeming to have the world by him accommodated.
No, are you uncorrupted to them,
And corrigible to all men?
The other retorted.
What got I to do with corrigibility? he queried.
For none could in any way be honest perpetually;
So we do have to compromise at times.
No, no, no, that is wrong! the other began.
Honesty is the best virtue
In which all other virtues prevail
The evidence of man's generosity.
For an honest man is an hundred times better—
Than a benevolent man in wonder.
He pays Peter in Paul's coin
And steals from a man and do it a good to another.
What if the world were only generous,
With no sign of honesty,
Would it stand it?
For it brings the worlds to a world
And peoples to a people.
But many lack this golden efficacy of life.
Yes, with it all other virtues prevail!
Appalachian Mountains for hiking so awesome
Beauteously inviting while snow-blanketed…
Carpeted with ice, Niagara Falls stop cascading
Delightfully stunning along frozen water display…
Enchanting hot springs in Japan offer healing efficacy
Fascination-sites as macaques soak themselves fabulously…
Grand Canyon midst snowflakes shines radiantly gorgeous
Hoisting hopefulness for trekking, never hampered…
Interesting glaciers in Alaska with roaming moose’ impact
Jubilant indeed, along aurora borealis spectacle, wondrously joyous…
Kindled with serene ambiance is Swiss Alps of gorgeous viewing keys
Lake Geneva offering panoramic scenes likewise…
My birth province, blest by God* with garden terraces’ marvels
Nourishes Winter virtual vacation with gladness along nostalgic nurturing….
*1Peter 1:3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.
January 16, 2022
"Modified Double ABC"
8th place, "Winter Wonders Within Nature" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by M. L. Kiser; judged on 1/23/2022.
In their celestial separation of almost two decades
My parents’ “till death do us part”* vow survived various blockades
With Mom’s “sudden” flight to heaven due to cardio-respiratory arrest
Leaving Dad in anguish, enclosing her warmly, momentarily in his breast.
By God’s grace, Dad miraculously handled his widower status
Moving on life’s journey with cheer midst times of lonesome hiatus
Believing that soon, his glorious reunion with Mom is blissful forever
Sealed around eternal love’s triumph, not anymore to waver!
Now… Dad’s departure from his mortal body is marked with wondrous serenity
He’s welcomed by the Lord, commending his fidelity…
Afterward ushered to my Mom who’s waiting in eagerness’ radiance
Sweet meeting beyond romantic elegance, blest with delight’s extravagance!
Looking at each other’s countenance with “missing you” intimacy
Eyes of faith radiate their longing, sufficed by their warm embrace-efficacy
Then joined by brethren-saints, they all exalt God in Hallelujah praising
As one joyous family, freed from long distance relationship, so oppressing!
Beholding them together in the Creator’s everlasting paradise
I praise and thank the Lord for His design, perfectly wise…
Dad and Mom are together again in their endless unity ties
Exploring perfection’s beauty, reminding that godly love never dies!
*Matthew 19:6 Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.
January 25, 2019
9th place, "Writing Challenge 2, November-A Poem Meaningful" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode; judged on 11/20/2019.
I am humble, He said
But what of being honest?, another asked.
I am gentle, He yet professed
No, what anent honesty,
That shapes one's integrity?
He was again questioned.
I am friendly, He proudly said,
Seeming to have the world by him accommodated.
No, are you uncorrupted to them,
And corrigible to all men?
The other retorted.
What got I to do with corrigibility? he queried.
For none could in any way be honest perpetually;
So we do have to compromise at times.
No, no, no, that is wrong! the other began.
Honesty is the best virtue
In which all other virtues prevail
The evidence of man's generosity.
For an honest man is an hundred times better—
Than a benevolent man in wonder.
He pays Peter in Paul's coin
And steals from a man and do it a good to another.
What if the world were only generous,
With no sign of honesty,
Would it stand it?
For it brings the worlds to a world
And peoples to a people.
But many lack this golden efficacy of life.
Yes, with it all other virtues prevail!
Those days.....
When men didn't attempt to cage the lion,
Domesticate the cobra or try to play god
Those days when men didn't dog breed, cat breed,
Moon walk or day dream
Nature wouldn't bark so violently
With climate change, earth quakes and Tsunamis
Those days when men knew the value of palmwine, kola nut,
Utaba and it's efficacy...the insidious aroma
Of smoked yam, dipped in palm oil, pepper and salt, rattled
Our air pipe under the comfortable thatch
Of raffia palm and Bamboo sticks;
Chop sticks were alien to us
Those days.....
When a hunter would not dare return home
Empty handed for fear of being labelled efulefu
Those days when loin cloth wrapped around our sacred neck;
Gray hair, bald head, and silver stricken beard
Oozed wisdom, knowledge and understanding
Those days.....