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alone, leaving the hospital in the early light
he could feel his blood pulsing
as he dove deep into his conscious thought.
it was like him to wallow in self pity. she was his paid companion.
she would smother him as if he owned her and he did.
this sunup he would have her strip him of his last rag of dignity.
soaking wet in his own shame she neatly placed him in her mouth.
he would gaze into the abyss of his own ineptness
his shaking hands hanging on unsuccessfully.
still he forcefully tears
the clothes off of her non existence
alone and chaotic he ran her through a series of perverse acts
and cleansed his flesh and bone of all evidence of human sanity.
he could feel his intricate
and complex network of exposed capillaries and veins melt.
his naked carcass enrobed in the stench of his own pathetic existence.
all along he fed on the salt that flowed down his
cheeks and found their way to his tongue.
his head lowered. his shoulders bent.
his pelvis indented. his legs unsteadied.
what was once meant to be a man now plodded
to the cadence to the progression of a soundless beat.
reaching his car he turns his keys.
he hears the hum of his engine
as he heads for the safety of his home.
what?
he wonders as he hears a voice.
as he hears his name
once. twice and again and again
he tries to ignore it but his eyes slowly open
a nurse. a bed. he is trapped. he is still in hospital.
what a cruel joke. he was sure.
he was sure he had heard the hum of his engine.
In the cathedral of eternity, where time itself kneels in reverence,
Where stars are candles burning on the divine altar on high,
There Jesus, Savior and Sun-giver, makes His presence felt,
In the hearts of Christians - a living temple, an ark of salvation.
Their ocean of faith, a mirror without shores, unforeseen,
Upon its waves, only the Ark of Incarnation glides in peace,
For those who sail aside, compass-less, without Jesus to anchor the tale,
Navigate in false galleons, dreaming of a ray that embraces.
Here, in the palm of Jesus, souls gather like leaves in the wind,
Beneath the lofty dome, where the echo of grace is both melody and hymn,
He, the bread of life, the wine of salvation, shared on mine and your altar,
A sacred bond, transmuting the heart into an ark enshrined with mystery.
In Jesus, walls of the soul rise, surpassing imagination’s hold,
The living stones of His faith, an institution unshaken in purity,
Even in the howl of the tempest, Christians find shelter under reconciliation’s wing,
For they have The One, enrobed in the dawn of deathless love.
In the Gethsemane of other hearts, a prayer fades into whisper,
A shadow, seeking the light, in the maze of a vast doubt,
But Christians dine with God, they know Him by name,
He, their Shepherd, on the path to heaven, and in each shard of dream woven in name.
In their life, each step, a frame of iconostasis where God resides,
The ineffable made flesh, in Jesus, where heaven and earth in a dance are enjoined,
Their altars are hearts aflame, an eternal burning of the terrestrial angel,
In Jesus, the key to liberty, in a sacred chant - an everlasting mysterium.
How I weave fancies around my dream date
If time could satisfy some of my whims,
I would, like a sprightly fawn, hop and jump
Jubilant, jocular, joyous, and juvenile!
Between the departing day and the descending night
If it suddenly rains as a bolt from the blue
With no umbrella to shield our heads
How I wish to walk with you
My hands twined around your waist,
With no one else but only you and me.
When the sun hides behind the Western ghats
Bleeding red and waxing pale
How I wish to ramble hand in hand
Along the seashore under the canopy of the sky
Sharing silent thoughts and counting the waves
Lost in our private world, just you and me!
On a bright clear day when the Southern Bay
Like a voluptuous maid lies draped in blue
And its placid surface dotted with sailing boats,
How I wish to get into one
And drift afar to some unknown destination
With no one else but you and me
Somewhere in a sheltered nook,
Screened from the buzzing crowd with a river winding by
And the clear waters snoozing on the white sand,
In a small, sequestered cottage,
Where nightly winds flute on the windowpanes
How I wish to spend a night with only you and me
There as we stand in a tight warm embrace,
When your hot breath falls on the nape of my neck,
And as you pant with passion and call me ‘My love’
How I wish to get enrobed in your mystery
And sail down to the abyss of an unknown experience
When nobody else matters, but only you and me!
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Feb.7. 2023
~ Placed First~
My Dream Date Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anoucheka Gangabissoon
" As I sat beneath the nightsky, is all I could see...revel in its entirety,embracing the soft, warm breeze!"
Yet another long, tiring day comes to an end,
And here she comes, once again;
Enrobed in fine black silk ;stretched into a long flowy ball-gown,
Adorned with sparkling diamonds and jade;
Sapphires, emeralds and rubies embedded as though tailor-made.
She makes her way down the horizon before reaching a standstill;
Then glances slightly upwards, instantly hypnotizing me with her magical spell!
I stand there speechless and spellbound,
Staring shamlessly with jaw-wide open; before making a chivalrous rebound!
A little smile illuminates her sweet face,,
A daunting beauty; with impeccable grace!
No words were exchanged between us; the silence grew,
In the unfathomable silence however;
Something wonderful and innocent began to brew
The clock had stopped ticking; the world stopped spinning,
The spaces between us seemingly ceased to exist,
And a surreal ecstasy; embraced me like a mist
Never had I known a feeling more beautiful than this,
For filled with vibrant zest, I suddenly exclaimed- "This is bliss!"
What we shared in that moment of time,
Was nothing short of truly divine.
And as though guided by a mysterious light,
I chanced upon an unusual sight;
" A shooting star!"; I cried with glee,
Overwhelmed, I bowed to thee;
Wishing this moment could stretch into hours;
As I just stand there, gazing at the beautiful stars!
6th winner at the " Faith Healer contest" hosted by Kai Michael Neumann
This was not written for or entered in a contest, but I was inspired.
~~~ "We are all petals of imperfection sharing the same sun"
~ Silent One ~~~
Enrobed and enveloped is the tender bud, slowly unfurling,
near bursting into beauteous bloom, petals unfolding, uncurling.
Each one a frail and fragile flower, swaying on delicate stems.
They stand vigilant in gardens or meadows as jewel toned gems.
Vulnerable to tenuous dangers of brisk and abusive weather,
as susceptible as humans to being tossed about as if a feather.
Rain can rip their velvet coating like teardrops falling on a cheek.
Both stains of imperfection though both are innocently meek.
We worship the sun for giving us warmth and a growing nature.
But we can be burned by its heat just like words in nomenclature.
Manhandled by Mariah, as her winds blow with turbulent power,
and humans are as assailable as the delicate stems of any flower.
We are both penetrable, skin and petals prone to bites and stings.
Flawlessness is unattainable, even if we were adorned with wings.
We should not seek perfection, for it was never meant to be for us.
We cut flowers, let them die, petals withering, 'fore turning to dust.
They are pressed between pages as memories to look back upon,
drying like our skin with age, scars deepening with each new dawn.
Let the sun shine spectacularly on flowers and humans it holds dear.
Imperfections of both are renderings, gently written by a sonneteer.
Cloaks of Presumption
Three Steps to the Bench. Three steps.
Enrobed in black, as though to mourn their sorry role,
The Judges Ascend
Somberly attired, as if grieving their dastardly work,
The Judges Ascend
In the most solemn garb, as if wishing an epitaph to their horrific duties,
The Judges Ascend
They are charged, with a terrible task:
To decide the life of a man.
How presumptuous!
How utterly unjust!
To dare suppose that one man may hold himself-
As the skies hold themselves over the earth.
As the mountains hold themselves over the plains.
As the trees hold themselves over the grasses.
As if one man may be endowed- by yet other men-to execute an impossible role.
To be appointed to the august role of arbiter of life and death.
To assume, in all its omnipotence, the job of Providence.
An impossible task to fulfill.
Under those black cloaks rest not the administrator of Justice, but rather, the personage, in all its horror- of Satan.
Holding themselves as a welcome respite from cruel tyranny-
These men are in truth even further sunk in the abyss of injustice.
To enrobe oneself in the grand tapestry of Democracy, all the while being as detestable as a nominal despot.
These solemn robes-stained with the indelible guilt of a thousand lives-incapable of being judged, shroud those who shall soon, in all their invincible omniscience, issue the verdict.
Somewhere, a gavel bangs.
The Trial has begun.
Form:
A VISION
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The raw reflection, she is
The silent mirror of my soul
Who in her stillness channels deep
The sour secrets that stain
The dying hopes that drain
The heart of their keeper
Her dreamer's dream, like dice
Enfold in the fist of his hand
With rapidity, restrained
Unreleased to disband
Raveled, like the white lit stars
Secluded from the searching eye
Enrobed inside the night's dim sky
So was his love for her, emotions deep
Possessed, but never a prize
Displayed of him
The glamour hind the golden gates
Her city, there within resides
The glow of glory and my eyes
Like lips of lovers quick collide
Encumbered, closed inside a kiss
A soulful duet, sung
With power, undeniable
With passion, indescribable
Bowels of intimacy, in love
The bride/groom,
This ethereal, intimate scene
My eye beholds
Yet with heart of hearts
I withdraw and withhold her
Though so ever wise,
She's shows herself
Her wisdom, infallible
To myself, I say
"Be wise, take heed!!!"
For I know from my mind
The famine shall flee
Understand!!!! Understand!!!
Your will, to hers, yield
For your fate, in her hand befalls
"A wrong direction," she assures me
"Never should you know of fear"
For this angel, sent to you shall guide
And oversee you through the ever
Deep and dark divide
Between the distant realms
~Poetra Jah~
awoken yet still dreamy
i float towards the window
by which i wait
by which i dream
peering through the fog of reality
i think of you
how I love you
face to face
peer through those incredible eyes
you expose only to me
completely transparent
deep as you are;
gifted,
singularly unique
the sound of your voice
more intriguing
wind - tiptoes the dense forest greens
the flutter of the one butterfly’s wings
caressing the jade blue of the morning sky
my name flying from you
like angels playing their golden harps
crave Destiny’s Child
“Say my name, say my name”
their music bouncing around in my head
as i wallow in the true of you
i love you face to face
your fresh
out of the shower
complexion
my eyes are yours
surely all of nature embodies you
and i must be made of steel
you the magnet draws the beat of my heart
breaking through my ribs
to sync with yours
face to face
enrobed in your thick locks
my fingers mapping every strand
bury myself in its scent
found in the meld of us
i love you face to face
Exhortation to the Night
What breaths fill this night?
Exhaled by things that shun the touch of light?
Accept the burden of pressing dark?
Face the Abyss to read its Mark?
Down in the blackness
We dance and drum,
Exhorting the Unknown
To Manifest and come.
We wheel through the Void
Between the stars
Accepting its taint and all it mars.
We the believers in Divine Disorder,
The ones who prowl on reality's border
We bearers of an Alternate Truth:
The universe was different in its youth.
Back when the stars had just begun to burn,
The Watchers formed and began to learn
The evil secrets locked in space,
The musings of gods that have no face.
Enrobed in darkness
We writhe and turn
Wanting to know
Fearing to learn
The awful truths
That bend the mind
That separate us from our kind.
Ours the breaths that chill the night.
Ours the eyes that shun the light.
We accept the mantle of the dark.
We behold the Abyss and feel its mark.
Chocolate Fountain Abuse- for the lover
How easily I forget I'm allergic to chocolate
I want to dip the exquisite kosher in a Spanish brandy
Sweet, sweet, cavity tarnish boxes of chocolate
At a store window; a dried up chocolate fantasy goblet
A taste of spoiled milk, nothing dandy with this candy
How easily I forgot I was allergic to chocolate
Snickers Bar, melting under the spotlight for-profit
Not edible, waging unassertive words like a pansy
Sweet, sweet, cavity tarnish boxes of chocolate
Chocolate pop, a candy bar coming out of the closet
There was not much bandy, about this candy
It's easy to forgot I'm allergic to chocolate
Stubby nuts, stomachache, bucket of vomit
Butterflies, flipping when I hear a faucet of cocoa candy
Sweet, sweet, cavity tarnish boxes of chocolate
Enrobed with small nuts, it dwells under the pocket
Caramel and peanuts American walnut vigilante
How easily I forgot I was allergic to chocolate
Sweet, sweet, cavity tarnish boxes of chocolate
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7/10/14