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She's quite an intellect
A beauty skinned in fair reasoning
Clothed in fumes of rationalism
Her eyes were made up with eyeliners of 'what's your next plan'...
Her face was polished by the sixth sense
At least, so she thought
She spoke eloquently to me
Stole the show in my heart
And drove away my sense of risk...
Decades slipped through my fingers like snow flakes
Opportunities drained off through the years
While stagnation clutched to my skin
Just because I am dating this lady
She calls herself 'being rational'
Many know her as 'what if this option fails?'
But I'ma call her with her real name
Scared of the future (SOTF)...
I had a 'lone time' last week
And all I accomplished with her was 'lost time'
So I thought to myself
What if I had less than a decade to live
And before I say goodbye
I decided to walk through my hall of fame
I'm certain all I'll see is a dark brown wall staring back at me
And the next generation would refer to me as
'the guy that dated SOTF'...
So today I've decided to break off our relationship
Yea, I'ma dump you, darling
It's not me, it's you...
I've always been amazing until I met you so...
It's best if we let each other go...
I'm not sorry...
I hope we don't cross paths again...
I'm too good for you...
You don't deserve me...
You've been the worst thing that's ever happened to me...
This is me breaking up with you...
Ooh! You wanna cry? Mmmmm... Meh!??
Form:
Or flag has turned upside down
In distress our nation's found
A one world order at liberties loss
Forgotten the soldiers that paid our freedoms cost
Burning parchments from the past
That held the wisdom of our founding fathers path
In God we trust has been forgot
Something must change
This has to stop
Warriors treated as criminals, cons
And terrorist talked to like leaders, Gods
Our Presidents a cowardly man
Eloquently twisting what is truth and forcing his demands
Executive orders
With all disregard
Brutally welding power against
The constitution and people he swore to protect
Given chance after chance to prove
His good intent and heart
Your all soon to be imprisoned and disarmed
Brainwashed armies
Forced to follow
Obeying orders
To kill the innocents
And fellow Americans
Out of control our National debt
It's time to stand
For what is left
Propaganda all around
Purposely staged to cause chaos and confound
Leaving our people in fear and dumbed down
Slowly they sell America's shores
Someday the enemy will come to collect
At our children's doors
Pushing hatred
We must make hast
Not falling for a disillusioned war
Between each race
Listen friends
Look the liars in the face
They wait, like a thief in the night
To inflict marshal law
For control of our life
Destruction and injustice for all
With honor we must answer the call
Clip the beasts talons
Cripple the demon, relinquishing its claws
Hinder the heathens
That desires to watch
America's fall.
Form:
She prayed like an innocent, ready for training,
Prepared to obey his command,
Committing her soul, and all that she was,
To all that he would demand,
And he embraced his potent beautiful might,
As he held out the black leather belt,
Slowly, eloquently, wrapping her throat,
Constricting her while she still knelt,
With her eyes tightly shut, her hands by her side,
Her hair put up in a plait,
She was bound to the side of the dark wooden room,
In this powerful dominant act,
And she loved every second of her subservient night,
She loved being told what to do,
She loved letting go of all self-control,
Of living a night of taboo.
One glorious, sun-drenched, thirsty December day,
I sat, numbed with the agedness of a visitor, and
Fumed eloquently with joy for the benefit of the
Seine – the ointment of Paris.
Somewhere along the gritty line laid bare by sere weeds
Of winter,
A restless tranter eulogised:
“Ce est Paris!”
From the whistling, grating metro to the navel of
Elevated Eiffel, the tall, metallic maiden,
I saw frantic beauty.
I inhaled the peace of the atrium, sighting
Our Dame....
“Ce est Paris!”
The voice, girly, and with the earnestness
Of chivalrous youth, came again, cold and soft,
Just the way of a sprightly winter.
Turning, I saw Paris in full nakedness of her beauty, like
A priceless fresco hanging from the sky.
“Do you need company?” The tranter anglicised her French.
In one gulp I swallowed the pride of Paris.
“Hmmm!” I grunted, wincing loudly from brio,
Counting my woes should I plod away to the red light areas,
“Give me Shakespeare and Company”.
Oh sapience of musings, oh savior of poetic art!
How longingly I seek you out to inspire my ballad
When lassitude of the night envelopes my mind
And grimace of dawn darkens shrouded in fog.
Oh lyrics of melodies, oh harmonies of music!
How eloquently you speak in articulate dreams
When wordless melancholy poignantly echoes
And voice of emptiness confiscates my themes.
Oh redeemer of words, oh language of feelings!
How musically you evoke rhythms of symphony
When broken phrases languish in depleted ink
And haze of confusion subjugates my euphony.
Oh oratory of wisdom, oh intellect of vocabulary!
How metaphorically you divulge motifs of imagery
When ineptitude of simile diminish comparability
And wordplay disappoints in misplaced analogies.
Oh allure of meaning, oh enticement of literacy!
How singularly you elevate cadence of my poetry
When decaying thoughts linger forever miserably
And creativity encounters nothingness of drudgery.
October 5, 2020
Placed 1st: When there is no inspiration poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
A small poem “Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love” wrote by Mrs. Madhavi.
“Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love”
Seating nearby valley side,
Astonished by seeing a nature's serene beauty.
Amidst Grassy hills,
zigzagically mounted on the stupefying homeland.
Pristine Water, Sliding from the highest peak,
Flowing in its own way,
Wondering about its challenging destiny.
Love the way you are.
I owe you for myself!!
Wind's whispered, Cheering in its ain way.
Chanting of music beats,
Recited with a soothing intonation.
Birds speaking eloquently..
Dazzling due to marvellous rainbow..
Love the way you are,
I owe you for myself!!
Amazing and enamoured environment aroused my emotions,
Feeling Shy to express.
Missing my dream person,my Mr.Adam.
Versatile persona where are you?
Come here and hug me.
Fuel me up with spirit.
Gift me a smile.
Until forever fades away, Endure me.
Love the way you are..
I owe you for myself!!
Finished dropping stones in water.
Gladly waiting for your arrival.
Testing patience is all enough now.
Wanted to feel the gist of love.
Desire to fulfil wish with pure heart and soul.
Auspicious moments provoking to capture
Love the way you are,
I owe you for myself
by Madhavi
Galileo made his elegant telescope with wood,
to discover Jupiter's moons, which were four in all;
and he saw with amazement what we see today.
Galileo's creativity and intellect changed
the definition of science and expanded its scope;
and his touch of genius intrigued even a curious Pope.
Never before was Man able to gaze at the wonders
of the unreachable Heavens with the naked eyes...
he allowed us to admire them and praise them eloquently.
And with the superb creation of his Galilean lenses, he shortened
the distance of the galaxies, planets and dippers that had existed
even before civilizations claimed dominion over the earth's rough terrains.
I would have ensued the same cause that motivated young Galileo to choose
a path encroached with many risks and trails, and be the bearer of change;
powerful war machine he invented when the city of Florence was constantly under siege.
He defended the Copernican Theory and was found guilty of heresy,
and while on trial, his innocence gave him more audacity...
that everything he had created, would have honored him with some recognition.
Morning Gradually Gives Voice
The morning has woken sedately,
soft as a whisper, it tiptoes around
the tall, narrow waisted house,
encouraging a slight slip of a breeze
to tease and giggle in trying to push it over.
Above, the polished porcelain sky
appears delighted with its early spring clean
while the sun swims nonchalantly into position.
Near at hand, the clinging, coastal road
has been brush stroked onto the landscape
and now tape measures itself into the distance;
there outlying hills appear to have been dug up overnight,
reimagined, they shyly cloak themselves in purpled heather.
In the garden, shivering trees stand like coat hooks
set at different heights, awaiting spring's green foliage
while sprouting flowers huddle in friendship groups
knowing their colours will soon be switched on.
Big Boss, the large oak, overlooks each and every,
standing eloquently in its settled silence.
All feel its presence radiating reliability;
strength of heart, truthfulness of trunk.
The morning gradually gives voice,
birds scribbling their melodic morning songs
to drift through an obliging crack of window.
Unfortunately, mondain thoughts knock at my door
and sadly…. they find me at home!
I crustily rise and move towards the window,
stepping back as a slate tumbles from the roof,
turning into a pigeon, off on a food flight
while in the dappled distance,
a train stretches for a destination;
a marriage of carriages chattering along
forcing a hare to panic the long weave of grass,
bulleting its energy into the embracive vista.
Ian Souter
Silence in your voice
After the episode of wistful romance
You called to say sorry but you just gasped
And all I heard was unfamiliar parlance.
On the periphery of unintelligible noise
You spoke eloquently of a beautiful evening
As it lingered through our candle-light dinner,
Looking for a dialogue of romantic endeavor
When you alluded to virtues ardent love cares
And once again I let you seduce my desires.
Then you heard the call of an unknown rival,
Embraced with me but embroiled in her dream
Sunken in anguish of sudden sweat and fear.
In your tidings I heard more than you spoke
As tone of your voice made obscure sound
You heard my question but didn't respond.
I got my answer when you wheezed for air
Though you didn't say it, I heard your sigh
Silence in your voice was loud and clear.
December 20, 2017
One day seemingly out of nowhere
After my father's untimely passing
In the depths of my despair
Tortured crippled wailing praying daily
Blaming him for never stopping leaving
A miracle quite obviously too me occurred
As he must unto and through me
A one final last departing gift impaired
His ohh so defining voice and choice of words
That distinguished him so eloquently
Above and beyond the everyday norm
As at his feet , gaze and presence you reveled
Attentively into his knowledge and wisdom
And I being nothing like he unfortunately
Is the reason being why I have now
Come to believe that miracles do occur
Simply due to the very fact
I am hereby able now to write
What I am writing to you all about now
Because it wasn't an ability I possessed
Previously or at any point in my life
So the where and how it came from
To me is proof beyond a shadow of a doubt
That somehow or other through me
My father Gerard Vincent Flaherty
Is still very much a part and alive
In sprit and soul and relevant today
As that fateful tragic day he sadly passed away
And a miracle of miraculous proportion
Came to pass enabling a part of him to stay
Behind enveloping my mind