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I float as a leaf on my reverie in your life’s scenic stream,
until I reach the sea on the ripples of your love I’ll remain.
You won’t ever bring in the feral flood, break my dream,
for in your arms my heart wants to lie again and again.
I fly as a bird in the azure infinitum of your seamless sky,
when the sudden storm surges with clouds, so assured I feel,
you won’t let it wriggle my whispering wings soaring high,
for I’ll ascend your adoring heart's fervent firmament tranquil.
I sparkle as a pebble draped by pearls on the waves of your sea,
as they spread on my coast and I roll, your touch I’ll enwrap.
You won’t let the surge of rainstorm abandon me in the debris,
for on the shore of your yearning my heart will be on your lap.
If the tides of your time shatter my longing you’ll see in surprise,
picking up the splinters of love for you my heart will again rise.
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February 5, 2021
Contest : Sensual
Sponsor : Charlotte Puddifoot
Under your cloak of stars, the restlessness is soothed,
A wave of gentle enchantment caresses my quivering soul,
Whenever your shadow flees from sight, I enwrap you in secrets,
I lock in my canvas of thoughts your smile that reflects within me.
You are the path that bends between playfulness and yearning,
In your arms is the world, sown with wind and rediscovery,
Like a leaf in the play of the wind, I let your spirit carry me,
In the twist of fate that embraces cords of strength at its chest.
On the beach of eternity, my love, you are the storm and the fleeting dream,
The two of us, silhouettes in dance, sing the melancholy of passing times,
In us, silence is an ocean that separates and unites us clandestinely,
Our love is a temple in ruins that rises gloriously in dreams.
Soulmates, in the bitter chess game of the infinite, we were placed,
Unsquashed, always quenching our thirst in relentless searches,
Our pulse is an odyssey marked in echoes of stellar breath,
We love, tossing petals in the wind, without flight to be restricted.
Now I hold you, capturing your essence in me, for later you might be missing,
I lay upon you the hope that tomorrow you will laugh as you do this day,
Every farewell will resound like the cosmic echo of a heart in agony,
And every fiber in me will bleed for every moment without you.
Oh, woman, a wreath of joy and sorrow in his often weary hands,
When you are a sculpture of crystal, then a visage of bizarre pain,
In your odyssey, like a spring, desires will shiver,
The violin minstrel of destinies plays its score on the dance of fingers.
So remain, in the frame of the dream, in this our portrait,
Like the seal upon a metaphor of our ever lively and fervent love,
Take my hand and let's enter the dance, on the meadow of the most beautiful myths,
Woman, in my carousel, with magic and melancholy sweetly interwoven.
Inspired by Glenn Hughes song "Why don't you stay"
The sparkling dawn veneers
my heart’s horizon with hues,
spreads the sunburst tinges
of my timeless yearning,
paints gold garden in heart’s canvas,
blooming with luster of my love,
unfurls the unfaded facsimile
of your astral floral face, I adore.
As the patina of radiant roses
flushes your cherubic cheeks,
glitters with seraphic grandeur
of resplendent pearls of dew,
rhapsody radiates relentlessly
in mesmeric meadow of my mind.
Your remote heart becomes mine,
in the ether of euphoria, I float.
The moist meadow of my mind dries,
parched passion cloud doesn’t float.
Let your receding mystique shadow
enwrap my morose heart with hope.
My halcyon horizon will wait
for the southern wind to waft,
bring from the smoky sky of longing
your charismatic clouds to me.
With the surge of emotive rainstorm
my desire in deserted mind will blow.
In the vivacious vale of my heart,
configured by contours of your charm,
as I carve an ardent conduit
of earnest yearning to reach you,
the fervent cloud of my craving
melts in a torrent of emotion,
makes my lingering love for you
a cascading stream where I swim.
Flowing in the captivating current
of your magnetic attraction,
my possessed passion sails
to the moonlit bay of bliss,
where your elfin image embroiders
the constellation of stars in my sky.
In my sanguine heart the stellar shine
of the enthralling sequins I preserve.
Wandering listless in wasteland
of the waning memory of longing,
my tear drops roll on dismal path,
I pave persistently anew for you.
I hear the enchanting echo of songs
you used to sing for mesmerized me.
You will never know how much
I miss you when you are gone.
Amidst the bright light and the sumptuous summer sunshine,
Why does the beam gleam of the thin rays of darkness enwrap?
The sturdiness of our bones fails, as though we've lost our spine.
Our inner sanctum is erased from our location map.
Blood clotted, mouths unable to utter secrets, we pine
With hopes and hopelessness, like eggs in a single basket,
Fate and destiny, playing their roles as per their design
We store our unfulfilled desires like gems in a casket.
Tracing the trails of the 'if you can't beat them, join them' route
Like challengers and the challenged, we tread on trodden roads.
Have the bubble, we've been blowing, a permanent pursuit?
Pessimism, through each lane, like an atomic bomb, explodes.
The closed doors of impending expectant dooms be disclosed.
Feelings of friendliness even to the foes be enclosed.
Her wings enwrap me whenever trouble is near;
She whispers reminders of morality, softly in my ear.
She helps me see the goodness in others when I am weak,
And guides me to avoid anger and turn the other cheek.
Her beauty I see reflected in the faces of the young;
She ensures only nice words escape from my tongue.
She reminds me to thank God for the things that are good,
And encourages me to help others when she knows that I should.
Without my Angel, the guardian looking out for me,
Temptation could corrupt me so easily.
When I pass through this life to heaven up above
I will owe it to my Angel and her guidance of love.
The emerald forest uniquely so mystique
spreads far and wide the shroud of surreal stillness,
I enwrap floating on the rippling scented breeze.
Its charming cadence enthralls my suffused essence
with the servile sense of absolute surrender
to the inventive creator of serenading solitude,
who builds within me an innate arcane acumen
to gauge the depth of the dense tranquility,
compose music for the soul with the sound of silence.
The designer gives me the magical power inherent
to weave in mind the lattice of light and shadow,
as with the resplendent rays of the morning sun,
the flushing foliage creates on the calm canopy
for me to immerse in the spectral ambiance of bliss.
As I walk on the forest path meandering merrily
around the tilted roots of the twisted ancient trees,
the clumps of amber leaves that fall desiccated
from the dry stems at the end of the destined time,
my footsteps crumple them to make the melody
for my enchanted journey unfinished within.
From the forest I saunter onto the verdant meadow,
undulating on the jade waves to the hued horizon.
Soaking the drizzling colors of the twilight glimmer,
I traverse the last mile on the time-track of life
as a lonely traveler to the sanctum of serenity.
February 17, 2021
Contest : Open Poetry 2
Sponsor : Charlotte Puddifoot
Across the wandering life’s changing dynamic landscape,
I traversed following the footprints of destiny
the tortuous pathway in the undulating topography,
that winded for me, tracking the trail of racing time
to the amorphous future, taking the ordained shape,
Many streams in spate I had swam with passion
across the waves of somber squall.
With the buds of nascent hope clutched close to heart.
I chased butterflies in the blooming valley of flowers,
with dreams flying through the rainbow archway.
Drifting with the whistling wind in the forest,
the radiant rays from the sunburst sky
seeped in to enwrap me with ecstasy.
Navigating the wasteland at night I found your arms,
I saw love glow on dew in my meadow at dawn.
The spent sun sinks at the edge of the twilight zone,
across the disappearing trail of the time past,
marked by the fading footprints of fulfillment.
Walking the last mile, I’ve reached the point of no return,
the weary footsteps can’t take me back.
“The fervent garden grieves as the frail flowers called love
enwrap the shards of broken heart” – Quote by poet
The rhapsody of rainbow morphs into morose mélange,
bleeding colors bleached from the twilight zone clouds
that rainstorm daubs as blemish on dilapidated essence
when the shades of grey paint the frayed linen of love.
The requiem of roses resonates in melancholic medley,
the petals pine for dripping tear drops of mourning dew,
desiccating in somber sunshine in the deserted mind,
while the fallen flowers make frail bouquet of passion.
Cacophony encapsulated in the cauldron of mute melody,
chaotic symphony dismantles on the discord waves of desire.
Strained smiles sneer the scarred scenario of the senile life,
music turns to convoluted noise echoed by the battered soul.
As you drift away blowing a devastating storm of apathy,
my fervor is fragmented to lie in the debris of ecstasy.
The lattice of life seen through the languid cynic lens
magnifies into the crooked contortion of decrepit heart.
I think there’s magic left still in today,
To change back pink near sunsets ominous;
Where colors viewed assemble midnight gray,
Staining soft skies with reckless wantonness;
Daffodil gardens peer out from long weeds,
Hoping same may enwrap their blossom’s flight;
For seen are buckets of poisonous seeds,
Sprouted tomorrow that grow overnight;
I believe wise dragonflies yet exist,
With wing-ed strength to stir warm meadows cool,
And put out fires where smoky plumes persist,
Returning power to the golden rule;
In forest scenes a rustle heard from trees,
Says first for all I must ask heaven please.
On the turning wheel of time
the seasons come and go one by one,
and I discern them enwrap me seamlessly
with the distinct images they bring,
painted on nature’s changing canvas,
where the unique motifs they etch,
indelible on the landscape of my life,
I call the mindful meadow of sensitivity.
The simmering summer slips away
on the sun’s vanishing fiery trail,
turning the arid pasture splintered
into dry slices of auburn wasteland.
In the swathe of whispering woods,
where the tinged trees stand shaking,
I now hear the chromatic footfall
of autumn in these October days.
As the gold-plated leaves adorn
the latticed splendor of autumn,
the tawny tree canopy embraces the sky,
glittering at dawn’s sunburst sparkle.
Walking charmed on amber garden path
I seem to float on the fervent flow of air,
rippling in sync with the divine cadence
with the rustling leaves as they fall.
As the setting sun blazes the edge of sky,
makes a surreal collage of celestial panorama,
under its crimson radiance I wait transfixed
with the enchanted spirit soaring high
to greet the grandeur of the stars sprouting
in the pellucid autumn night’s crown,
I long to be suffused with mesmeric moondust,
drizzling the aura of the creator’s magnificence.
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October 1, 2021
Contest : October
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh