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Written: November 15, 2025
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I am no feeling thing—
a moribund pastiche
of dulled mornings,
threadbare in soul,
writhed into silence.
No reason.
No why.
Just the torque of transience
grating against my sacred sapidity,
a palimpsest of vanished warmth.
Someone—
pinch me past this paucity.
I need your touch,
your rubicund ripple
to resile my wilted mettle.
Let your finger feel
be my panacea,
a seraphic catharsis
to evanesce this numb imbroglio
where even grief feels distant.
Come—
at your behest,
I will abase my hubris,
prowl through the seraglio
of memory’s panoply,
and rake through the riparian dusk
for one scintilla of you.
Let me feel again—
not the panoply of pain,
but the luster of being,
the emollient ache of presence,
the dulcet burden of love.
Written: October 23, 2023,
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A staunch surrender in a twilight embrace.
My mind is a hammock, swaying in the space.
Dictated dream and lingering shadow.
Petal radiance with an evanescent shallow.
A passion fragrance, an aroma elixir.
A dulcet mellifluous flavor floods flicker
My heart's cynosure, an angelic sanitorium.
With lissome poise, a sublime emporium.
In the depths of my soul, a radiance glows,
Scattering impressions as the wind blows.
Reminisce on the whispers of crumpled stars,
Silently sprinkled across the night's memoirs.
Emollient whispers of a forbidden dance,
Furtive and fleeting, a forbidden glance.
I fear the allure of this elixir spell,
Yet the felicity it brings, I cannot quell.
The flavor of surrender, fraught with desire,
A taste of ecstasy, a blazing fire.
Akin to fugacity, it lingers on my tongue,
A fleeting moment, yet forever young.
Written: October 22, 2023 For Dilly Dally Tritina Contest
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Blooms swell akin to cynosure elixir
Emollient radiance scattering fragrance
Evanescent breeze enlivens a dreary day
Furtive forbearance fearing a fresh day
Swiftly lifted the hold of nostalgia with elixir
Felicity flavor fraught fugacity by elysian fragrance
Halcyon ease exudes of this gossamer fragrance
My mindset is primed to tackle another day
Seraglio lissome lagniappe mellifluous elixir
Elixir fragrance has sanctified my esoteric day
There lives a touch of the Divine inside my soul tonight
and as I surrender to its peaceful ways I begin to awaken gently
I am a wayward soul in need of Godlike essence,
a Seraphic beauty that unties with every silent prayer.
My heart allows the inner flow of the Divine to intervene,
as scented thoughts penetrate and perfuse, I meet my Divine
muse;
In this quiet paradise for one I am connected to all beings
and all beings are connected to me, through love.
Tonight the incense shall burn inside this ancient kiln
"Yarim Tepe"... softening the edges of my emotions,
like a Divine emollient, and turning me to softer shadows;
The sound of inner peace shawling, I breathe
and as the soul meets the night, my dreams take flight
In this Divine journey of discovery, I am content
to co-exist, aside its beautiful liquid golden light.
UNCANNY RELATIONSHIPS
an outward
fantasy of
coexistence
the gulf
revealed
in a cosmic breath
a contemplation of
ground & sky
carved
& chiselled
with indigenous
knowledge
a glimpse
of wilderness
kept at bay
a wry evocation
motley
emollient
at its simplest
existence
serves
it own purpose
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Her name was Anarkali,
an eloquent carnival of legendary beauty.
a dancer in the court of Emperor Akbar.
Deep russet rouge blushed her red,
a silky smile on her rosy peach cheeks
rich, sensual and seductive...
With the sweet scent of jasmine, and
festal moonlight of crystal starred sky,
the damsel danced her way to Salim's heart.
A charmed Prince reverberated in her dreams
in rhythm of a daisy swaying in his breeze.
Entranced in her emollient ecstasy
Captured in the cage of her beautiful eyes.
Love blossomed like a dazzling wildfire.
But a sinister callous world, was eager to kill.
Passion handcuffed by shackled royal ego,
Anarkali was sentenced to be entombed alive.
Behind a wall of stones and prison bars,
Blood still throbbed her myriad unseen scars.
As vibrant colors of a sunset blurred,
An enslaved moth danced to flames of death.
As chimes of Ghungroo* muffled in mutenes,
An enslaved soul emancipated in darkness.
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Anarkali in Urdu means Pomegranate blossoms
*Ghungroo is an ornament of bells worn as anklets by dancers.
The love story of Prince Salim ( Mughal Emperor Jahangir) and Anarkali is legendary.
Anarkali, also known as Nadira Begum, was a courtesan from Lahore in modern-day Pakistan. According to one of the stories, Anarkali had a relationship with the Crown Prince Jahangir and the Mughal Emperor Akbar had her enclosed in a wall where she died.
4th July 2019
Sponsor John Hamilton
Contest Name : Slave to love
A true writer when consigned to their virus induced self-isolation
Might want to consider turning over in bed for hot contemplation
Passion cannot be subdued by staying at home for an interim stay
But once you have bedsores you can’t even shop for emollient spray
If you are lucky to share undercover mission with a like-minded soul
Change perspective paradigm and position but don’t fight for control
Poetry is no competition but a contagious need for sharing and caring
Sharpen your quill and be receptive because two scripts make a pairing
When words fail lie speechless and gather momentum for further action
Of mind soul and body until figures of speech gain metaphorical traction
Epic love stories aren’t written in one short night on an immaculate sheet
And when the curfew curtain draws longer do not refrain but press on repeat
28th arch 2020
Towards love we will go to where it is soft
to touch the perch on which he lays his heart
perhaps I'll meet him in the Holy loft
up on that place where lovers never part
Beside his soul I'll hover still as tree
without a sound to break the spell of love
my eyes will speak of tender poetry
to him, who woos me like a turtle dove
I'll bellow out and sound like a kazoo
and he will surely hear my mating call
approaching from the heaven's oh so blue
a paramour of beauty five feet tall
I'll meet him in the sky so tender oft
inside this dream of old impassioned soft*
Inside this dream of old impassioned soft
the beating of my wings against your chest
we must arrive no matter what the cost
inside this Shangri-La of joy and bless
To press my cheek against your velvet crush
and run my fingers through your ebon hair
to whisper words of love until you blush
beneath that sweet emollient moon so fair
For when our souls begin to journey on
to where the stars are shining their own light
I'll be the luster that will heal your qualms
and bring you to me like a shining knight
when hour is shorn and we are born again
we'll be together like, one last Amen*
We'll be together like one last Amen
and live as dusk and dawn by ocean view
we'll soar like angels in God's glistening den
then you will know for sure that I love you
we won't be needing food or clothes or drink
I'll be a Rose of Sharon in your hand
inside this special place we'll seal the link
forget the world out there, its simply grand
when lovers meet beyond all space and time
there is nowhere to go but deep inside
when lovers love with pure hearts so Divine
the bells of Notre Dame are on our side
so let us be the ether of loves waft,
towards love we will go to where its soft.
My soul had long been troubled...
by hatred,
dejectIon
and contempt.
They were the poisons
that flowed red in my veins,
burning like wildfire from my head to my toes,
as if this world were inhabited by demons:
that have teeth instead of fangs,
tongues instead of flickers,
and take delight in loading tears with sorrow.
But from that day you responded to my greetings,
the heavy burden life placed on my mind...
was lifted by your single show of love,
such that I am full of smIles,
joy and grace.
Your love is the lubricant:
that greased the torpedoes
fired from the mouth of haters...
the balm that soothes
the wounds my foes inflicted...
a calm for all my affliction.
You became my protective shield ~
that the fashioned weapons of enemies
became like blunt sticks...
landing with no impact,
no pain,
no repercussions —
more of a toothless bulldog.
My machine needs more of your lubricant, sweet baby,
be my lifeblood,
giving a kiss without a hiss,
that invisible driver
that rolls sorrow into the abyss,
needing no assist to resist ~
evil over good —
an emolument as my emollient.
I can't just be insouciant
to your love being my life's lubricant.
It is like trying to recant
all the toxicants
that hatred had previously injected in my life.
So let the lubrication
brought to oil the machine of my love
never dry,
let it run through my system:
cleansing every trace of hatred left behind.
Reborn my soul.
Redefine my purpose...
my eternal lubricant.
Written: December 1st, 2023
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Colors waltz in a rainbow kaleidoscope
cynosure of sun sparks steel drum teams
Emerald elms embrace periwinkle sky
among fragrant spikes of purple lupines.
Monet and Van Gogh are arm-in-arm
spin a diaphanous color wheel off charts
starry night, yellow circumduct swirls
over white water lilies on mirror ponds.
Consider both humanity and nature
emollient color splits and multiplies
A flamenco actor will kick and clap
Hot crimson ethereal feeling whirling flies.
Gold and yellow dance to evocative music
downpour is brought on by charcoal gray
rain and brightness dance across earth
awaking felicity from fugacious winter sleep.
Akin to a roulette ball of a gossamer color
gambling my emotional imbrication away
winning when the ball stops in blue
dancing sea and sky arouse my day.