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A tepid breeze delicately descends,
embedding a sphere of embers engulfed in saffron flames,
but intrinsic illuminations cannot soothe somber sorrows.
Splashes of persimmon and periwinkle horizons,
turn indigo, before twilight disappears into ebony hues.
Nocturnal pondering drifts to magical memories.
In the middle of the night,
when butterflies dance to the moon's song.
A plethora of elegance surrounds,
as a million fireflies prepare a path of crystal fragility.
Fate has little sympathy for forgotten symphonies.
In the mysterious music of tonight,
pearl in the sky reflects in scarlet shades,
moonlight shimmers like blood on distant tides.
Strings of sorrow serenade in stentorious stings.
melancholic mind moves like a funeral march,
yearning for veiled daylight behind mute mists.
There is an ache in absence,
a despair in distance -
reflected through lamenting eyes.
If only we could smash this cocoon,
that prevents us from floating free -
but majestic chic wings remain in chains.
My lips are like velvet petals,
forming the grandest golden sunflower,
confined behind onyx structures of frailty,
vulnerably yearning to be healed,
by tender rosewater kisses.
Painful palpitations from a pomegranate heart,
bleed in bitter shades of black.
A hollowness only separated souls silently sense.
Hope can be hidden behind
a canopy of Cimmerian clouds.
To create a rainbow,
love requires sun rays and rain drops.
To weave an eternal pattern,
where beloveds ascend in peace and harmony -
forever.
I am trying to sleep
Noise outside seeps within
Despite fingers plugging all the holes
Wanton intruders banging on my being's door
Embedding bedlam blasts beneath the skin bellowing bleats and bangs
Squirming like bed bugs screaming and squiggling for blood
Fracas and racket, make caterwauling jangles that rattle within
It's 'Bye Bye' to lullaby, 'Hello' to 'Hell Raising Commotion, Pandemonium'
Noise a personal affront, up front and confronting
Must be quelled and dispelled
I'm up now, angry and fired up,
So look out!
Noisy shout, yell and scream, rage and anger, bang and uproar, screams fit to wake the dead
Shut Up, Now! Stop the Noise!
The only way to stop noise is with noise
For noise blots out calm reason which fails
Only noise on noise cancels the noise out.
Mystique mist shrouds the penultimate path
to the future, fading away in obscurity.
In twilight hour the sunset swansong resonates
the echoless tune of forlorn somber life,
silhouetted against the faint skyline of longing.
The threads of turmoil weave
the blue motif with sadness mold
in craving satiation, riding the sensuous storm
to the blank mindscape of frustrated desire,
once embedding the fervent fascination for repletion.
The shards of splintered hope adrift on buoyant flow
of cascading memories of the lively times
bring back the flavor of the old spices of life.
The remnant vibe of rejuvenation returns
within the sanguinity sphere of listless life.
A woman’s love is soft
Rounded…smooth
Soft like her body
A blanket of gentleness
Her softness covers
The edges of a man’s soul
Making him feel warm
Whole
Nurtured
Fed
A soft pillow for his head
Her breasts
Soft
So so s o f t…
Her arms
Dreamy clouds of comfort
Around his shoulders
His angular frame
Covered
His roughness softened
Gentle, soothing
The love of a woman
Reducing him
To the child in the man
In need of love....
The knowledge that she’s there
An added softness to his rugged world
Of madness
A woman’s love
Is a soft embedding
Of his hard strength
Lost in the warm depths
Of her soft
Soft
Love
A woman’s love...
A man’s soft salvation
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Inspired by the poem by Richard D Steal (WOMAN)
Leaving her blue salty home,
she emerges from the sea
changing her fish tail into human legs
within the times of the full moon.
Her bare figure exposed;
long auburn tresses swaddles her frame
as she walks silently on the sandy beach
to dance like a maiden of charm.
Reaching out to touch the wings
of the seabirds as they cry
breaking the silence of the moonlit night.
Embedding and feeling every grain of sand
between her toes, as waves ebbs, and flows behind;
she waits in the hopes to purchase a glimpse
of her lover not knowing within the ocean depth
he and his ship rests at the bottom of the sea.
9/22/2019
A spirit of dreams
I haunt subconscious
wells. Alone in the vast,
unconscious realm of man's dreams,
I heal. Mistily, floating in moonbeams
I spell love and truth.
These are my essence and dimension,
no intervention. My dust reveals all.
Down the twisting spiral
of minds I go, touching each chamber
of mood. Nightly, embedding crystals of hope,
I span eternally good.
My hair holds the fragrance
of all the worlds’ flowers,
my breath is the mist of miracles.
My voice pleads to soldiers in battle.
My grief fills earth's oceans with tears.
I am the comfort of mothers.
I am the keeper of fears.
Infinity cannot contain me,
for, I am the Messenger of Peace.
Written October 1999
116 words
For Laura Loos Free Verse in 150 or less words
Are we tedious, given the camera's dexterity?
Requiring what our reasons tell us to escape.
The topic's dualism generates disparity.
Using these subjects to symbolize "reshape"
I'll dig them up and bid farewell, verity.
Desire and aversion avert the soul's clemency.
Cynical evil hinders delight from spreading,
You foster anchoring and hedonistic tendency.
Happiness shrinks as expectation embedding.
If you're an oddity, then bear the pendency.
The realm of light is infinite and over pure.
Ethical glow would rouse delight and bliss.
Lack of egoism defines the core of the cure.
Aversions and desires give a lead to the abyss.
Wants are sheer unless mingled with body lure.
Being selfless is fun, and it's fun to be free.
Life on earth grants a test of love and fear.
Freedom is devoid of craving and worry.
What drives sadness, fear, and smear?
Desire only fuels a broader wishful story.
Written: September 24, 2022
Desire And Aversion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
The Month of November Glum
Late Autumn bloomers, mums galore,
Crowd the mantel with Fall décor,
Filling one’s heart with warmth and timbre,
In the glum month of November.
I watched her pick them one by one,
To place in a vase of chrysanthemums,
Of beguiling colours and scent,
Tempting romantic engagement.
My eyes stretch the fabric of time,
Embedding this vision of mine,
My love’s rapport with chrysanthemums,
In the month of November glum.
***
Note:
The month of November’s birth flower is the lovely Autumn bloomer, chrysanthemum, aka mum. Chrysanthemums display the many colours of Fall. They represent friendship, honesty, and happiness, and symbolize joy and beauty.
Kindred in bound twine,
inseparably free by fiber,
torn by the heat from dual flames.
Chase and kick outward,
indiscriminately,
spiral—undone.
Bystanders are able to face blame,
even though disconnected from incident.
A Bastard those still may be,
if the case is taken up for them
like it wasn’t for our sake.
A landfill of waste,
a place where grace spoils
under a soil of turmoils thickened
by crude oils.
The semi-conductor to
man’s moral coil.
Unchanged by full or semi-sweet molasses mixtures.
Only taken on tour
and touch torch to name,
shining in a spanking light.
Change.
Limos stretch far past
The Vanishing Point.
Ethereal Limbo.
There, in decomposition,
In their lair.
Laughing down at the idea of fact,
which he protests to thee,
threatening its way
past thy door threshold.
With sand kicked up,
irritating the corneal scale
embedding deep within fine carpets
oriental pattern's detail.
CONCEPTIONS
fashioned
originality
freely
conceived
&
acclaimed
in
considered
dimensions
the centrepiece
&
the
highlights
of
a whole
potential
&
overtly
&casual
contradictory
in a more
rounded way
a core focus
&lifelong
interest
beginning
by encounters
sharpened
&embedding
a concern
to try
out
ideas
a new impetus
to take
risks
with
with
what
comes to hand
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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