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Seeing positive results
Sprout out from the happy ground
It grows as fast as tomato plants
You're no longer lost, but finally found!
Dreaming of you
Is falling in love with fiction
And it doesn't sound right
This heartfelt desire is merely an infatuation
I will remain mild like a mama panda with her beloved cubs...
You can rely on me to share with you hopeful delight
Free from the chains of utter pity
Are you alone and blue?
Put out the blue fire that devours you
It shows that you're a man of bountiful bravery
You're no longer lost.
You are found for good.
You have good luck that gives you the guts to run the extra mile
dreaming of you
is kissing fiction... but it's so sincere
so genuine and precious like a redstone
you are more precious than an emerald stone
I will stick to you like a magnet
I love you, so still no regret
I hope to be your compass when you get lost in the forest
just try your best
try your best
you can depend on me to present you with hopeful delight
or should you some hope in mind
I wish you and I could thrive
in the future... we will engage in awesome adventures
if you can keep up with me! Hah!
observing unique auras
blooming out of the blue
Out of the blue
it catches my eyes like fireworks in the midnight sky
you are no longer lost, love...
But you will be found in no time.. my gorgeous dove
make me drink in your undefinable honor
plant in me your nourishing friendship
it reveals to me your robe of jubilance
your rope of eloquence
you're so mature and so articulate
you are no longer lost,
I found you like treasure underneath the ground
I dug you up like gold
I mined you like gold...
you're that important to me
let me give you a gift
a gift that's carved by my love
I hope you gain hopeful delight
when you see me damasked in beautiful light
I would want to be the honest investigators' Book of wisdom
That can cheer hearts against life’s boredom
Enabling them to bask in peace-driven freedom
As they regard God’s blissful heavenly kingdom*.
With my truth, the wanderers can find the right way
Since they are guided by my illumining ray
Toward triumphant path where they can stay
Overcoming the witch’s deceiving “yea” and “nay.”
As I’m consulted by seekers with sincere diligence
I pray that by faith, they accept my counsels’ persistence
Along my good, gracious, and great revelation’s prevalence
Enduring over skeptics’ doubts and critics’ eloquence.
For such assertions, I declare my request
That genuine wizards of goodness would study me to the fullest
To lead others to the Supreme Ruler Who's the wisest
For them to be transformed, creating another great story's zest!
*Matthew 6:33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness...
Personification in Rhyme
November 17, 2018
2nd place, "OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 12/5/2018.
You and your pliant touch lit me up, there my diva, morn.
After the shower, your wet hair and your braid, in trying untangling
Humble effort, down to earth
I rush to thee, my open palm , water soaked paperspace, and
Eyes soothing a time, comforting chime, a return to home, shalom , or even nonetheless, Perhaps
Surrounding you, an empty space,- blossom in eloquence, in me, lingering stay of mine
You and your subtle touch, where you end your earring duo,
Untie your necklace, wrapped around your neck
Time eternal, travels there through the ecopark, a fragrance of hibiscus rosa, pairing me, in pairable , impeccable dwelling reverie
Kiss met there , through a song , as unsung as a morn, unlearned, long gone
A boon of maturity outfashioned the old one in style, dancing diva, the present
In my metamorphosis , silly me, minuscule viral being, touching your eyelashes , gently swing in glum and glee
Of everyday, nitty gritty
A mourning lover , I cry in my delicate tragedy
The saree wrapped with the edge was my inevitable end, wishfully
I stop my chariot of time and wait there, in the third act
To perceive your duo, decisively
Hopeful you to find yourself, wherever you reach
Enthusiastic me is available there. There.I open my palm ,
my tragedy of emptiness, missed the world, nowhere to find thee.
Nothing is complicated
It's only exaggerated!
Regardless of what it may be,
Whether bound or free,
Large or small
Short or tall!
Save the Daisies, my love!
If you must question love,
It's not sent from heaven above!
So, set it free, let it fly like a feather-winged dove!
Waste no more of your precious time
Plenty are the goals to achieve in your prime!
It's either you want me or you don't!
Either yu will or you won't!
It's either you can or you can't!
Either retain silence or set-off a rant!
You see? It's NOT complicated at all
So, what you are sweating is awfully small!
We often make mountains out of hills
When we withhold truth - for lies do kill!
So, be true to me - be true to you
You owe it to yourself to be true
'Lest you bury yourself under piles and piles
Of unlimited excuses often wrapped in lies!
Nothing is complicated
But, many things are embellished
And exaggerated!
Rid yourself of arrogant elegance
Keep simple with truth's galant eloquence
Never adorn a lie nor harbor an excuse
If it's heartaches and hertbreaks you seek to reduce!
It's not complicated
Things are just exaggerated
When we, ourselves, complicate it
A trade for lies mixed with pity
When truth is proclaimed with a wink of the witty...
The rye mustard field, glowing with a morning diva, faded in colors within afternoon
The river runs just beside ;
“O reverie! What shall the song be in the chanting verse, unsung in me and thee!”
The branches of the oak tree , trace upon chest of yours, whence
The tree shade adores you in blue
Patsy sounds in farther and farther a try, follow through
These for having an echo in those stalking sounds, whence together , sounds cry
Was there ever a river meandering nearby?
“O reverie! What shall the song be in the chanting verse, unsung in me and thee!”
You , my soulmate, a fall to befall in shape, mine to undermine
The farther I run away to shy - you trace me back there with your toddler efforts to intertwine
I hear your foamy shore, sounds of me with my child, daylong, a silly whim to be around awhile
Enchantance overflowing with eloquence (seemingly so)
Eloquence and ongoing eloquence never a bit tiresome
This very river
A flock of fishes rainbow colors on the river chest
The herd of flamingo , white lilies the remotest oasis around the deepest river basin
Men did not intervene, as these, are never to be seen.
Written: September 29, 2025, for contest sponsored by Tom Wood
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I) Sojourn of the Alabaster Mind
I careen through a world of chatoyant light,
Each step is a mirror of halcyon lore.
The pavonine sky and a chimera flight,
Projects sage shadows on an Elysian shore.
A clamor of atlas, a ductile tickle
Elixir of wonder, still need to fickle—
To pursue the penumbra, to not be blind,
And a sojourn for the alabaster mind.
II) The Necrotic Hour
I maunder across the clangor of despair,
A stertorous breath in the stygian gloom.
No nepenthe soothes within egregious snare,
Each cough is a pyrrhic echo in my room.
The airhead mocks my once-mellifluous breath
My Oculus dims in sudden fever death.
No eloquence lives in this loathsome abyss—
My nemesis: the sickness can't be sheer bliss.
A genuine word bouquet~ the gift I give you today
Embroidered in chapters of benevolent language
Bound in book of life, memories fondly resonate,
Ornate in blossoms of passion heartbeats convey,
This gift I give you today, a genuine word bouquet,
Serenading our union says: I will love you always;
As candles of your affection within my heart glow
Worshipping life’s covenants we wrote long ago
Affirming those bonds still remain true and strong
Where bells of compassion in rhythms of love toll,
Wrapped in this uxorious gift are promises forever
Beaming glint of contentment in blessings eternal
Conferring everlasting upon goodness of evermore
Invoking feelings grandeur from halo of my soul
Strumming eloquence in oratory of requited love
Enamored in its presence, cajoling at its behest,
This gift I give you today, a genuine word bouquet,
Serenading our union says: I will love you always.
July 2, 2021
The gift that I give you poetry contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Since I have seen your smiling face in that vivid dream,
and you spoke to me in that gentle sphere of realm.
We walked at different shores by circumstances tied,
wanting to cross over in shared dreams of a far away land.
In that solution we find that love to abide in its essence,
holding communion in her visible presence.
Providing all eloquence of beauty,
by many smiles and joy in magnificent duty.
So utterly complete and fresh in bliss,
this forbidden eternal fill of a kiss.
A space between esteem it’s deem to might,
when lovers have the honor to touch that innocent light.
Confined to that circumstance of magical blind,
only the best to allow and find.
Undeniable spectrum of wondrous mind,
is that the image of heart for the righteous kind.
Dare to venture,
when that picture becomes alive to enter.
Kindling to the language of the soul to consume so quite,
to build a temple of our greater almight.
Death means, leaving your loved ones,
but floating like clouds in their sky, falling like rain,
flowing like a silent river through the forest in their heart.
Death means, leaving this earth but lying on its ground.
Death means, leaving our one life and maybe finding another.
Death means, after all those sweet reminiscences, one day oneself
living among the memories.
Death means, after a lifetime of eloquence, now silence.
And the death of a poet means, he left his poems and went away,
but remains eternally in his poems in such a way,
like Rabindranath walking, with his hands clasped behind.
(05.10.2022)
Heroes and Heroines (In Honor of Park Center Outreach)
Today, I stepped off the pedestal of important footsteps that leave no impact, to a world
of kindness and brutality, and I felt alive.
Today, I stepped off the pedestal of eloquent words with little meaning, to a world of
tears and violence, and I felt alive.
Today, I met a man who beats his wife and comforts her in kindness, who fears the sting of
rejection and embraces the compassion of small things,
Today, I met a hero gone mad, gone sad, full of shame and rejection, who beats his wife
and comforts her in kindness searching for a reprieve from voices of derision and his own
violence to the peaceful sound of rushing water,
And I saw heroines who understood his complexity.
I tell you, I know heroines, who doubt their own beauty, who doubt their own narrative
because the days are too long for reflection, and the broken hearted need them now!
I tell you, heroes saving heroines, heroines saving heroines, and heroines saving heroes,
I saw it all. I saw a man who saved my soul, for through his battered brains, he found
the strength to tame the rager, and now he speaks with soft spoken eloquence,
Today, I stepped out of the horror of a world without meaning, of a world without
tribulation, of a world without joy, into the teeming torrent of bittersweet euphony, and
I FELT ALIVE!!!