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Holidays
halcyon, luxurious
elating, inspiring, cheering
feasts, beaches, rustle, holistic skills
worrying, depressing, startling
arduous, laborious
workdays
Written Mai 2, 2021
Spring or Summer Diamante Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Your face in the wind
hair unbridled, squally swirls
lacing the forehead in alluring motif
trapping the charm, lest it blows away.
Your face in the wind
hazel eyes closed, eyelashes twirl
bracing the wings of adorned butterfly
enclosing the sapphire hue, lest it fades away.
Your face in the wind
pink lips vibrant, smile flickers
flushing the petals of blooming rose
planting luscious touch, lest it withers away.
Your face in the wind
tender cheeks caressed, dimples blush
painting slice of color of sunburst horizon
holding the image, lest the beauty flies away.
On wings of zephyr you came to me
made in my life a rainbow of rhapsody
drifting away you said “ in spring I’ll return”
elating me, that was resonating music to my ears.
February 14, 2019
As night time sets in, my arms wrapped around you, waiting
Feelings of warmth I share with you, mine inside totally are elating
A field of darkness springs from the horizon emanating
Star seeds infinity planted throughout it, germinating
I hold you as still water surrounds us, your beauty without debating
You exceed all expectations exceptionally in a word, obliterating
My unhappiness that was brewing and percolating
As you enjoy a dozen red scents, twelve times more happiness, I wish for you than I'm relating
Your enchanting, extraordinary, respecting you even after those growing stars no longer radiating
'lasting for a very short time':
You went to a college,
graduated in flying colours.
Was drunk with the vapour
of distinction
In the higher level's age.
Knowledge was your cage.
Even you obtained certificates.
But death pursued your breath:
Bethroted to Ephemeral.
Groomed by the best clown,
elating glottis,scolding eyes.
Gone to river of rivers
to fetch.
Caught sharks,whales and leviathan.
But health got you tied:
Bethroted of ephemeral.
1)Education is ephemeral(though proving he's a sage.)
Profession and his wife are ephemeral(though boasting around wealth).
Sickness is ephemeral(though often scaring away health.)
All strive to stay,
But they would not stay.
Drown in the dread
of unseen phenonmenons.
Ephemerality is not all those things up there:
It's you:
Even you that doesn't know who you're,
You that gets intimidated easily,
For you'll last but for a very short time.
"Life will not give you what's right,if you're mute."
EPHEMERALITY!
17:1:12:14:17
Written in the Honour of my dear friend: Robert M Smith
“One’s Journey on Earth is sacred. Not to be handed to any drug, including low frequency love. Ego, a temporary illusion needs an illusion, need itself is an illusionary arising, like any drug.” Poet
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soul needs no drug, remaining pure in stability
unbounded in unconditional love
FEAR rises its hydra head flavouring
itself with euphoria, craving followed by
withdrawal then relapse ~
Love hijacked in purity becomes
diluted, polluted, contaminated
an enchanting play of neurotransmitters
depressing, stimulating, synergising or
antagonising ~ all food for cognising
low level love aligns with drugs
addictive chemicals arise in brain as thugs
escaping pain, suffering not for soul gain
low level love experienced as moving
sensations nothing but preconceptions
ego sabotages Love in octaves low
drinks it brave like liquor craves
taste so intoxicating becomes addiction
elating, escaping from objective reality
one sees only density pulsating
love is drug when personality cannot
act independently from object of love
becoming tame dove - hesitant, petulant or penitent
when love is defined by rules or regulations
it sails like a hidden battleship, unseen whips
no free will equals damnation
low level love like any other drug curtails
freedom of decision making
often of movement becoming nail to jail
presents as safety net, y’all bet
imposes itself on Being of another
a drugged attunement, insipid inducement
love is drug when service is obligated
when connection not mutually beneficent
incompleteness rise in absence of other
resonating artificial, superficial
love is drug when other becomes reference point for action, evolution or satisfaction
dependency darkens energy of object and subject underlined by need to feel safe
this equals no faith
as L O V E ascends its octaves into
independent
S O V E R E I N T Y
it stands in courage serenity trust
no need for low level love
concoctive as a humbug drug
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Placed 10th : Premier Contest
Sponsor : Rob Carmack
‘Great Wonder to watch Winter's shiny show of snowy charm strictly speaking , a splendid
splendour,
Since born, staying only in summer zone,
no idea of natural beauty in snow.
So far tasted only ice cream cone.
About snow fantasy how could I know?
Debut of snow flakes in chilled attitude :
on my first meet with serene snow scenario
in a tourist spot on high altitude.
Me slandering up, clouds floating below.
Hanged icicle stalactites with pointed tips
from roof of our hotel ! A great wonder
We two to enjoy honeymoon trip !
Snowy charm whelmed me ! Sheen splendid splendour !
Shiny snow elating whiteness over slant path-
Skating on silvery slippery snow downhill
Fun in throwing snowball and jogging in mirth
We ventured sliding on sledge on amorous thrill.
I can reminisce fantastic snow fantasy :
Metaphoric mirage drifting on dazzling ice !
Enchantment of glossy massy snow turned classy.!
Danced delight : Divine numinous noble nice.
The Retuning Smiles
i see beneath pairs of almond-shaped, green leavess
On white fabric, flowers set with four heart-shaped petals,
The color of sun-kissed blueberries,
Decorating the smocked sundress of the pig-tailed toddler
.Hanging over the crook of her mother’s arm, and
With her dazzling, black eyes looking all around
For some reason to be let down
Just as I was passing by,
Happy to see a pretty little child. and say, “Hi!”
The way any older woman might,
Wishing to receive a second’s gift
From the beauteous youth of the child’s smile.
But, she leaned into her mom’s chest, shy, seeing me
Stand there, one hand eagerly waving along with
My saying, “What nice flowers all over your dress,”
Diverting her attention from me down to what she wore
— The bright hearts scattered over her knees,
Causing a slight smile as her head lifted,
Which I shared, showing her my own happy,
big, slightly giggling smile,
To which her mom leamed in to kiss
Her darling girl nose to nose, thus blessing
Away the shyness…so the little girl
Shifted to sitting tall on her mom’s elbow
To seriously size me up
for herself, eye to eye —
For some moments —
While I almost lost hope.
Until at last her creased lips started to part.
The corners of her mouth rose, showing
Her several front, white baby teeth,
Set to share her smile,
Elating me, so I announced loudly,
“How pretty you are smiling!”
But when i lifted my eyes to see
Her reaction to my gleeful words,
There was no child, nor mother there. Even
Gone was the street I assumed
I’d been walking along…
And neither had I been dreaming, but
Speaking as I had into the air beyond my bed.
I’d been hallucinating. Another instance lately
That comes out of the blue, while wide awake,
Likely caused by the prefacing of exhaustion and
horrid pain I sometimes feel
Crossing my sight and mind with a
Boosting interplay with people who’re likely to smile ~
Who come, then go.
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(c) sally young eslinger 2/25/23
Thanks be to
God…
The Odd Bus Takes The Odd Way
Here we go, the earth crying As
His Foot matched her heart:
The day was thus hectic,
That to go home earlier,seem as a magic.
Lines of vehicles hung together,
Here and there,the line longer and longer.
In haste to cut of the cord,
The usual law,the driver before us,made void.
Then he took the odd path,
Sending the righted away from the path.
---Uhhh!
He went through.
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And since he was successful in the odd,
Our bus did also the void.
Following the traitor from behind,
Elating his heart: tricky way did find.
Because the former took the wrong path,
Those not make it worthy path.
That you're following the wrong way,
And people with you,tend astray.
Those not make it what's not:
What is wrong is wrong not right. Wrong!
18:03:28:17:32
Form:
Bending beneath the shadows,
In soft silhouettes,
Rhythms whispering grace,
Falling like heavy rains,
Gentle yet incessant,
Prayers prayed by the pines,
Music breaking through branches,
Silencing the tender leaves,
Erasing the darkness,
With stirrings of light, soft
Knowing the whimsical nature
Bold and trembling with an invitation
To beauty, staring softly through the
Breathless rain, calling my name
Like tears call the heart and dew calls
The dawn, reassuring these moments
When sunrise is waiting to burst forth,
There will be a silence coloring the skies
In hues of promise, hope that stirs rainbows
Hanging tomorrow on lines of grace,
Wonders and love that will last,
Beyond the morning, well into the memories
Completing the soul’s victory
Just beneath the shadow of yesterday
Endless stories blaze beneath the autumn,
September remembers the flames,
Blazing shadows in shades of mysterious scarlet,
Aching amber and glorious gold – whispers
Caressing the moments in melancholic
Blurry eyed dreams, hastening to the heavens
Starlight kindling glow, intense
As the poetry from breathless promises,
Poetry restoring the truth,
Awakening the amazing – alive
Like the fires of imagination,
The gripping in stargazing, elating
Hearts who see beyond the flavors of yesterday,
The autumn’s crisp truths,
Into the everlasting wonder,
Bewildered by its second chance
To always – forever – bequeath hope
To the endlessness, the eternal
Rising to meet the misty morning
With ethereal wings of peace,
Released on the feathery grace
Just beyond the shadows,
Abiding in the heart’s halo,
Remaining in the soul’s sensations,
The impression – praising
Him who never ends, Him who is forever
And Him who will finally gather
All His children, His believers – those
He gave His life for, so shadows
Can never have the final influence…
Yes, it is love that will finally end the story
It is love that makes the soul completely whole
It is love that never stops erasing the shadows
Have seen an utopian lane, amidst the thicket, latent In the abode of the clouds, in the lap of the tranquil wilderness, far far away from the mundane mist!
A wheezing sparsely inhabited hamlet, Khonoma, a centuries- old settlement, so green, so serene!
Its' pristine unsullied views, lush wilderness, verdant bushes, aromatic wild blooms, resplendent orchids, rippling rills, are untouched and sacred!
The Angami tribes, the thorpes' dwellers lead an uncustomary simple life, crammed with ancient, timeless traditions and practices, with nature's absolute accord!
The unique panaromic cultivation practice, terrace farming, sprawling on the slopes makes the very sight elating!
Look, the remote richest biodiversity region is twirling with the endemic scented native flora and fauna, the boscage are cramming with untamed wild colourful fruits!
The revered cultural bird, the grey-billed Tragpon, is intoning from the bushes, making the milieu frolic!
Myriads of colourful birds are migrating to nestle in the sacred bushes of the mystic rills!
The pellucid drops from the misty mesas of nearby cascades are playing with the colourful pebbles!
Far from the pandemic, the cherubic hilly terrain is bustling with cerulean rills, shrouded by tropical rain forests and stepped paddy fields!
How finite are the rustic folks' wants and needs, the primitive shanties to dwell, the crystal cascades to quench, the crops of the golden fields to feed the mouths, the vibrant fiestas with nature's changing seasons to celebrate!
A paragon of men and nature in absolute harmony, is lying placidly, the transcendental picturesque tableland, Khonoma, the wheezing green hamlet, an utopia untrodden to bless the naive natives of the far flung highland!
" Sometimes in quest of no man's Utopia, we may miss the existing unleashed Utopia in proximity, yet untrodden " Quote by poet
November 11th 2021
Contest: " U" contest, New Poems Only
Sponsored by: Constane La France