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the air of our quiet breathing
the bower bounce on which to live
outlasting all the blooms and bells of time
sweet to inhale in fresh woods and on sunflower hills
in an ever-changing dance
come ruins of unseasonable change
from bending heat
from lightning strikes
to flame the forests
particle showers like white fire singed
twinning thin air with a polluted cling
overhanging smoke
for cities in a gray-grind swim
just an environmental blip say some
not the change that threatens human kind
this smoke field as vast as all the world's disorder
what's salvageable?
a will to cherish crystal air that skims our wings
like a New Year's revel
soulful comfort
were we wiser once?
before fire choked the passing clouds
before the cauldron bubbled
the air
atmospheric anchor
vessel of our calling
imperiled necessity
once floating idealism
the changing sails of what we own
Poetically sees the night, an overwhelming depth of a moment
Divine palm scatters the fullest moment, prayer beads lament
And, shining stars twinkle. The moment of an earnest spree.
Illusion of a mystic mirage, touch the deep water, flowing free.
Lonely mountain standing tall like the giant of the myth, silent
Lights touch the shadowy image in a solemn cry. Vivid, prudent.
A lonely soul standing on a lonely rock, a rock lying there quietly
All wrong words fix in tune there, in a fading song of melancholy.
Every accomplishment has a darker side of pain and a lonely drift
The enigmatic stars in the sky glitter, with the ever-changing shift.
Life touches at a junction in time, and we are never the same
A cherished memory, a treasure in heart, in the traveling realm.
What an extraordinary urge to reach the beloved, an outrageous one!
Are you loving an ever-changing me?
Or are you loving an idea?
Or do you love what cannot be?
Or do you love in fear?
What is love?
You know a past, you struggle a present and know not a future
An invented word for proven worth
To be masters of old yet new an amateur
I have seen how the world change
I have seen how love don’t accord
I have seen how stubborn the world remain
How much shorter can a life afford?
The word love has depreciated
It’s no more then just a value of living
Because we are all dedicated
And tired of serving
Is there someone you hear?
A loving someone perhaps to be...
There was an idea
Can you yet love a changed me?
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12/12/2019
The family tree
On this day we will plant a tree
To symbolize the growth of our family
For long ago seeds were planted
After time you had roots of your own
Root by root you nurtured each one
With a mixture Of support and a sprinkle of love
After countless hours of understanding
Our family tree was quickly expanding
Like the seasons come and go
The tree branches continue to grow
For life is ever changing nothing stays the same
So on this day, we plant new memories
In a whole new domain
Beneath the tree, we plant life's precious moments
Like all my children so far away
When the wind blows they all find their way
Soon I know they will be on their way
Back to the tree
Where dreams of today
And memories of tomorrow
Live on day after day
Some time was before
An after was the end to see
Was there a moment simply to recall?
Yet to remember was there no memory…
Those of all being left untouch
That of which goes unheard
A moment is all to leave as such
Forsaken even, without a written word
Perhaps blinded it be all to the sane
Achieving insanity might be the way to deliverance
Will focus strength be deprive, to let wane?
To be prized the ultimate evil in rejoicing renaissance
Because is cause to cause an older age
Was it an age older, or simply of stubbornness bolder?
Isn’t life a book we sought to flip another page?
To seek tranquility in ever changing time of forever
I guess time isn’t to be found
Much like ourselves which never was meant to be
A moment silent itself is afterall a silence sound
Before was after the end to only see…
I cannot be a monk, for time's elusive flow,
No today exists, no tomorrow in the past does show.
In this transient realm, where moments swiftly flee,
I seek solace in the present, where life's essence be.
Yesterday's echoes, they whisper in my ear,
Yet their tendrils fade, as new horizons draw near.
No dwelling in what was, no dwelling in what's to come,
For the now is the vessel where my spirit finds home.
The chant of yesterday's prayers, a distant lullaby,
As I dance with the present, beneath a timeless sky.
No robes of solemnity shall adorn my weary soul,
For I am a wanderer, embracing life's ever-changing role.
No cloistered walls confine, nor rigid dogmas bind,
Instead, I wander freely, with an open heart and mind.
In the fluidity of moments, I discover my own grace,
For life's truest treasures lie within each fleeting embrace.
So, I cannot be a monk, in realms of distant dreams,
I choose to be alive, where time's eternal river streams.
No today to mourn, no tomorrow to forever chase,
I find my purpose now, in this enchanted space.
Written: October 09, 2023
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There are no blooms to snuggle in the twilight
No promise that it will ever reach the zenith.
Either the sky is clear or a cyclone is brewing
Unpredictable, akin to the whims of fate.
Life sheds its brimful aura and amorphous shells
No longer a folk-waltzing performance,
But an aphonic and agrestal appendices
Shifts sustain, the skin splits and slides,
Revealing the vulnerability beneath,
A skin split that resonates in the heart
Where forlornness resides, tearing at the seams
In this ever-changing world, seasons shift.
Some souls only shine once a year.
Or twice, if they're lucky, reaching even higher.
When you least expect it, or in the spring,
They decry what bestows them delight,
Appreciating the winding road of life,
Finding beauty in the midst of anguish
There are no blooms to snuggle in the twilight.
In verdant refuge, I've concealed,
Whispered of your grace, in veiled tongue.
Unveiling passion, dread abounds,
Sleep flees, with love's throb throbbing.
From the instant our gazes met,
A nexus formed, ethereal thread.
Emotion's haze, unsure, elusive,
Yet, within, a fervent ember.
This liaison, steeped in enigma,
Deeper essence, all must fathom.
Thus, humbly I descend, knees kissed,
Propounding queries poised for you.
If you acquiesce, divinely concur,
I'd transcend, paramount suitor.
Allow celestial grace to drape,
Your form, the heavens adorning.
Though your heart may veer, astray,
I beseech, will you grant?
Through love's threshold, grant me passage,
Journey as one, fate entwined.
Reveal the cryptic enigmas hidden,
In whispered echoes, affection's code.
Untangle the tapestry, our destinies,
Intertwined, two souls harmonizing.
Let us waltz amidst love's sonata,
Symphony resplendent, hearts entwined.
In twilight's embrace, serenade whispers,
As constellations witness our ardor.
Unveil the tendrils of desire,
Lush petals unfurling, passion ablaze.
Euphoria's hymn, sung fervently,
As time surrenders to our unity.
Shall we etch our tale,
In ethereal ink, love's manuscript?
Within the labyrinth of devotion,
We'll script a tapestry, everlasting.
Allow your essence, an elixir sweet,
To intertwine with mine, inseparable.
Through tempest's gale or tranquil seas,
We'll weather love's ever-changing tides.
With you, the hours dance,
In harmonious rhythm, souls enmeshed.
In your presence, serenity finds home,
A sanctuary, where love's embers glow.
So, let truth unfurl,
Unlock secrets, desires untamed.
In this waltz of hearts, entwined,
Shall we embark on love's voyage?
Speak, and in your words,
Shall the universe sway, hearts aligned.
For in your answer lies my solace,
A symphony composed, love's opus divine.
©Otieno Elvis Gikoi
THE ELO’S????
ArtFromHeart
I welcome the rising sun from the comfort of my aerie,
Surveying my domain - the mountains, streams and verdant prairie!
I preen my feathers and flex my wings for another day of flight,
Soaring o'er God's vast creation cherishing everything in sight!
Ah! To behold the ever-changing panorama unfolding 'neath my wings!
Ye mere mortals can only dream of the magnificence of such things!
Shimmering lakes (from which later for lunch I'll snag a trout)!
Below, herds of bison and groups of deer with fawns gamboling about!
Heard are dulcet hymns of water rushing o'er stones in meandering streams.
Distant snow-capped mountains glistening in the sun's radiant beams!
I settle atop a Colorado spruce to rest and muse upon my situation;
I'm so honored to have been selected as the emblem of this great nation!
With the people of this land, I share vigor and farsighted vision.
Even with its flaws, democracy will be sustained - this is what I envision!
I take time to gaze at the grandeur of the sun settling in the west,
Another glorious mural by the Master Artist so beautifully expressed!
I soar on gentle breezes back to my aerie atop the mountain tor,
And fold my wings and dream of soaring to greater heights once more!
Won lst Place in PoetrySoup Contest - Jul 2020
The Dawn
The Dawn, with enormous slowness, penetrates
Chasing darkness back behind his gates
Where, displaced, he will a while reside
Forced to retreat before the crimson tide
That creeps across the land until she frees
All from the night, she moves by sure degrees
The orange glimmer runs to thinnest blue
And on to black with ever changing hue
The heavens bow, the stars they disappear
One by one, until the sky is clear
The golden dome erupts and light she spreads
To encourage all to leave their beds
The moon decides it’s time to slink away
Out shone by mornings colour filled array
The welcome lamp arrives to please the trees
The creatures of the day, the flowers, bees
The birds awake and then begin to raise
In raptures to her glory, songs of praise
Once more the spectre of eternal night
She breaks and gives the Earth her wondrous light
Then man knows best his insignificance
Looks on in awe at her magnificence
Alone he stands upon this modest hill
And prays she comes each day
And always will.