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Premium Member The Amazon of the East

Dihing, adjoining borderline with Arunachal,  on the foothills of mighty Patkai, 
In the encircling mesas of terrestrial plains of high altitudes, 
lies the Assam Valley's tropical wet evergreen forests, 
Named after its thick density of  trees and profuse diverse ecology, 
the Amazon of the East,  the Dehing- Patkai Wildlife Sanctuary. 

An abode to the myriad of endangered species, copious floras and faunas, a hotspot, the zone of world's richest biodiversity.
As amazing as Amazon's tropical forests, dark and dense:
The country's lungs like last lowland the evergreen rainforest. 

Where the tallest of the tall trees with creepers  are competing
 for the sunlight forming greenish lavish canopies. 
                    There, the animal kingdom awakens, whoops;
                     When the light falls, fathoming the density, filters in        
The floras with the exotic species: orchids,  lianas, epiphytes, are sparse and unique, 
The faunas endless, the sole quirky reserve in the country with its' lush evergreen ecological system. 

Nestled amidst the most picturesque valleys and hills, 
Is reclining the lungs of the congenial climate for survival, of the region
A celestial abode on earth of the rarest IUCN red listed, on the verge of extinct species, 
TheDehing Patkai, the richest part of the Sub-Himalayan region,  a major carbon sink ecosystem. 
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 The Amazon of the East, with its sacred biodiversity hotspot, 
is apprehensive of it's extinction 
As the relentless injudicious mining and digging, 
Has taken away the pulses of the oxygen feeding lush terrain, 

Imagine a world devoid of rainforests, where we need to carry oxygen tanks, the most unfortunate substitution! 
It's sending signals after signals not to play with its' immensely diverse tropical bio- canopy region;
To save the last remaining unparalleled foliage, affluent lowland from excision! 
As no amount of wealth will be enough to save us from the impending outcomes of  destruction, 
        Pivotal to rescue and redeem the Amazon of the East;
the tropical evergreen Dehing -Patkai reserve, the richest rainforest of the region!


Premium Member Life's Mysteries

Lingering marvels in life do prevail
Ironies along paradoxes reign
Fears midst love, pain with bliss while tears assail 
Expressing faith above logic for truth gain.
Surprise attack, suspense shock, skeptic doubt
 
Magnify mysteries’ enigma-sense…
Yonder realities in their known route
Seek settlement upon strong truth defense.
Trials with triumph, turmoil against hope
Ephemeral versus eternal clash
Reasoning by proof of experience-scope
Invites heart and mind accord without crash…
Exposed to myriad wonders, I’m so blest
Safe in God*, fathoming best from the rest.

*Proverbs 29:25 The fear of man bringeth a snare: but whoso putteth his trust in the LORD shall be safe.

December 15, 2020

Hybrid sonnet in acrostic form
Rhyme scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF GG
2nd Place, "Life's Mysteries in  Hybrid Sonnet in Acrostic" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 12/31/2020.
Form: Acrostic

Forbidden Fall

—The Gravity Newton Did Not Measure—



Beneath the apple's fall, he marked the ground,
and read in its descent the law of weight;
from that brief wound where heaven touched the bound,
he drew the occult grammar of our Fate.

Had he observed us with that fathoming eye—
the hand withheld when mercy sued for bread;
the father schooling silence, lest the cry
of what he loved arraign the prosperous dead;

the man who heard a stranger's final plea
and found his inward kingdom void of voice;
the prince who minted grief into decree,
while living names were forfeit to his choice—
he might have measured, under civil skies,
the altitude where human uprightness dies.
Form: Sonnet

Pull It Together

I can choose to be the way I am, okay?
I pray you don’t lead me entirely astray
Stop calling my intricate telephone
Yet, I feel numb and all alone
Walk in my shoes…
Sing not the blues…
Pull it together…
You’re my forever
You’re my endeavor
You increased my fervor
Sprinkle salt and pepper 
Upon my distasteful flavor
Do your thing,
My everything
I would rather say nothing
Hard to do my fathoming 
I need to pull it together
But, I’m a drifting feather?
I can choose to be the way I am, okay?
I pray you don’t lead me entirely astray
Stop calling my Father's telephone
Yet, I feel numb and all alone, 
But not on my own, on my own

License For Violence

Fascination rodeoed on Jacob's face
When Grandad related battle tales
from his years fighting Vietnam War
Distant fathoming is fantasy implored
Rough ideas imagine a glorious place

With regal intention, Grandad faithfully gifted
his jungle enduring life saving switch knife
Italian stiletto, retained in top condition 

Jacob thanks Grandad with astonishment 
The fine strong blade with honour he polishes
Keeps it safely stowed at back of drawer
Its service integrity seemingly assured
Responsibility entrusted, Jacob acknowledges 

Two years pass, horrid puberty hovers
Revealing sections with strange offers
Teenager by curious cruelty besotted

Living overseas after parents divorce
His Father, Jacob's blame directs towards
Though Mother and sister sympathise
Depth of his heart's injury not realised
Concept of vengeance dangles reward

Rejected by fast forging peers, villified
He arrives at midnight to party uninvited
Logic abondons him, seething survives

Beer drinking back yard teens, Jacob's target
Blade illuminates license available in pocket
Adrenalin aids the yank of sitting enemy by the shirt
Veins driven to violence feed voice strewn with hurt
Frenzied Jacob in chaos grabs weapon, then drops it

"What the Hell, man!" shirt fronted spits, appalled 
Reality oozes in Jacob's ears, vengeance withdrawn 
Quick onlooker obscures blade, blind inside handle



         17th June 2020
Form: Rhyme


FLAME OF ASCENSION

FLAME OF ASCENSION
 

No-one can escape Flame of Ascension 
           a glance, a glimmer, a gestalted shadow
ghosts or gestures guarded Hearts to
       genteel progress on a path

It nightmares numskulls and nuns alike
         coffins cords, corners chains conniving 

Thumb tips touch those of Serapis Bey
          tippling white Flames in quantum space
as he passes with poignant eyes

“Where must sparks sagely sail now
           Great Chohan of Central Sun ?”

“To those with neptunium nerves 
                those who have mastered their minds
who stare over lambert lagoons
                                                 lbis eyed
those who will not hasten to 
         taste Tophet flesh, toxined tongues 
                  or squirm to struggle stormy seas
who live on one orange a day 
            from oozing boxes to city sites

Let Ascension Flame sparks fly fivefold
           to those who chore by candlelight 
in basements cold  
        gather guinea-fowl feathers in damp 
dawn to create wise woman wands

to those who forgive an impoverished 
                    rapist in a fitful farm hut
fathoming his fishtail hands

Let Ascension Flame sparks sail to those
            who embrace Polar Bear spirit
stirring soup for a repentant soul
          covering it with furs 
flasking it’s folly !”


No-one can flee Flame of Ascension 
someday it fleeces all spectroscopically
            pay with sweat of your sweat
palsy, petty or posh
            breath upon baptising breath 
no strut or scintillating stumble 
            skin to self-assuming skin 
spectacular sundew sing


Flame of Ascension extracts due fuchsia
       fragrance from filament files 
                 harp harmonies heightened to
a hastened hypnosis from an inexplicable 
                                  white heart field

Come
       Let Flame of Ascension flower 
fiddling fingers into interlinking 
intercurrents of Infinity’s intimacy ! 


©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song

Magic Letters

I'm dropping a path, run past my eyeballs rolling
Catch my camera holding seconds and fight the moment
Lifes an ocean, fish in this sea are gonna be caught
Death loves us all loads, but he wants to be yours
My phonics reward me with lines that form sentances
Pure strength but might not rhyme when they're said 
I stem from messages I've heard, and then became
People who leave you, and therefore can't be named
My arms are plagued with chances to carve them up
But the opertunity not to, didn't seem half as good
Most won't grasp the stuff, I just said, nuff said
But if there's those who do, is that a plus? ..yes
I must stress because stress is more than pressure
And I feel the weight, and this ain't sport or leisure
Of course I prefer to write nice things, happy thoughts
But if I'm doubting everything, what am I asking for?
I laugh that your probably not fathoming this rambling
Honestly, its not postponed, your canvas is cancelling
I am a king, amoung words, and writting abilities
Dumb jerks, none of the ideas you bring are ill as these
I'm spilling speach, flowing fourth with a tidal wave
A magic carpet of letters, and everyone rides the page ..
Form:

Premium Member Sorcerer's Doom

Deep inside where shadows lounge
True love was lost no magic found
That fleeting thought run now it's not too late
Never fathoming his deceptions so great

The magic once encompassing both
not knowing how far afield he'd go
One content with passions flash
The other forever chasing **ASS**

Both now knowing somethings not right
Could it have been his continual lies?
Trust in her he failed to do
That lack of such - he respected few

Passions dimmed and flames went away
Both responsible for the path they lay
Question, curse, fight till dawn
The demons inside released for none

The trick to regain the Sorcerer's touch
So simple even wee people would gush
Stop seeking that which you should not attain
The searching causes both great pain

Be humble and love that one you have
Or all for naught be forever sad
Stop looking seeking far afield away
Or else true love will fade away.

Premium Member Divinity

Prizing self entails being true to who you are.
There are flaws and candles that ignite the air.
Man must determine his trifles and vision.
to be known for his victory, not his omission.

Everything vibrates and breathes with vitality.
"Life is the mind dwelling in a false reality."
Nothing can prevent fiery existence spread.  
Life creates a graveyard amid careless dead.

Ponder the angel's conception of the woods.
Only a keeper knows where ring-dove broods. 
Glad chirp feels cute; finds the angel happy.
Success is alike heaven; our steps are snappy.

In search of that mysterious, all-curing elixir.
Life is fleeting and puzzling; forewarn the mixer.
It is a force of its own that does not move time.
Hinting at and fathoming Divinity, life is sublime.

I revere you with a modest and cheerful smile.
Across words, I'll praise you with gaze for a while.
Fruitful awareness sees but can't touch the trees.
I worship you as a beauty that flows and foresees.

1st place contest winner

Written: February 06, 2023

Writing Challenge - D Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Glum Yet Grateful

Here comes the dawn
of a thoughtful Mourn. 
Month of the desecrated demise
of a Monumental personage.

Unpleasant feels beclouds the air
I consume,
My structure reconciles itself
to the dreadful wake of the dawn.

Hushed his grief within,
As though He counts it less.
Burdened the hearts become.
For the weight tears apart within.

Boundary with her,
Was the sweetness of existence.
In a tick of misery
Hard to lug

Uneasy to let slip
Oh Death where’s thy sting
So fresh is the love of the parted soul
Mourning till an afterlife

In her two gems he rejoices.
As life gives succor. 
Though Growth he beckons
For an extended home, before night falls.

Life’s unplayed cards
Relinquishes-daunts my being
Fathoming its depth
Again and again

Glum yet Grateful
For the Supreme One
Alone knows all and the why
We seem still within ourselves.

Three Decades plus Six
Yet I breathe 
To make proud
This Monumental Personage.
Form: Elegy

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