Long Flamboyance Poems
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Close to the window of my room
Stands a tree called KRISHNO-CHURA
In our mellow Bengali tongue
Flamboyant is now in full bloom
Two months ago it was naked
Just hundreds of grey skeletons
As hard and harder grew the sun
Feather like leaves gladly crowded
And now in the heat of hard May
It is a breathtaking beauty
Cascade of red and red cutie
Spreading soft shade in a cool gray
I look and try to understand
How at a certain point of time
A friend of mine had lost all rhyme
Disaster shook his existence
The difficult sun of struggle
Grew shade plants leaves and juicy fruits
Fresh household with lyric and flute
Guiding the house rise from rubble
Today in his psychic garden
KRISHNO-CHURA in smile always
Many a door in the hallways
Himself a tree for all persons
My window is all flamboyance
Leaving me in clairvoyance
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A Murder of Crows
A Shadow of Jaguars
A Flamboyance of Flamingos
A Mess of Iguanas
A Congregation of Alligators
A Crash of Rhinos
A Band of Gorillas
A Thunder of Hippos
A Pot of Water Buffaloes may wallow away,
while A Wisdom of Owls roost for the day.
A Battalion of Falcons would indeed prey,
upon A Horde of Hamsters if that horde came their way.
A Tower of Giraffes galloping by,
while A Caravan of Camels migrate close at their side.
A Conspiracy of Lemurs,
A Court of Kangaroos,
A Harem of Chimpanzees,
A Nursery of Raccoons,
A Shiver of Sharks and A Fever of Stingrays
compete to survive beneath our oceans' waves.
A Pride of Lions,
A Prickle of Porcupines,
and that's today's lesson in animal group classifying.
With empty capacious cauldrons
the living entities arrive arrogant,
and depart organically desolate.
In between they turn into
instinctive greed slaves to snatch
the unearned fortunes,
getting sucked spellbound
within the abyss of cravings.
In the innate inferno of
corporeal passion temporal,
the frenetic flare laced by luring lust
debases the fervent feeling
of platonic pining dormant,
but in the blooming garden of love
it can sparkle sublime with elegance,
emitting the patina of penchant.
The chase of the migrating mirage
in the desert of deceptive ego,
etches the fragile footprints
of delusive dominance transient,
trails the sandstorm trajectory,
but the surging squall of strife
over the dunes of dwindling life
subsides in the inner space
of divine latent love configured
with the lattice of self-aware surrender.
In the blazing realm of connived conflict
the sane senses of sobriety
turn into consuming cinder,
flaming the fiber of prudence,
but the shower of sagacity,
spurting from the fountain of love
with divine flamboyance,
douses the fire of disdain,
and with the allayed ashes
fabricates the framework
of cordially congruent fabric
of blissful epitome of existence.
As the pristine petals of conscience buds
of my serene soul unfurl
in the subsided swells of stimulus,
and bloom the divine lotus of bliss,
I’m overwhelmed by the shower
of His graceful gift benevolent
of hope and contentment bestowed on me.
The beauty of idyllic life I then perceive,
blessed by the bequest of the supreme,
suffused with the ecstasy of salvation.
My volatile mind wanders in fanciful cauldron of emptiness,
floats on the fairy flotilla in the sunburst cloud’s recess,
makes a fascinating painting of formless fantasy
on the synthetic canvas in the museum of memory.
The remains of rustic passion of sensual impression,
reflected from the mirror of childhood imagination,
entice me to take fantasy flight swirling in seamless sky,
where I follow entranced the trail of beguiled butterfly.
As the reverie buds blossom, I drift in its latticed wings,
flutter in the melody of illusion, whistling wind brings
from the flamboyance of the fleeting rainbow hue.
In mystic spectrum of silence I find the beauty of life anew.
In the sunrise sky emanate the colors of daydream,
my dismal mind soars to the realm of radiance to gleam,
where in halcyon horizon the aura of timeless bliss I see.
I then imagine I can fly in the magical air of ecstasy.
The flight takes me to childhood picturesque dreamland,
looped by sparkling river flowing like an ornate garland.
In childlike trance the mariner me sails paper boat happily,
that glides to the distant sea to dance on waves of fantasy.
Scintillating smiles spread around,
Extravagant gifts of colors abound;
Prosperity of raining joy seems endless,
Triumphant month fall is here to bless.
Exuberant rainbow lays its wide carpets,
Mesmerizing leaves in flamboyance pirouettes;
Brush of nature shows a non-stop painting on
Exquisite landscape where kids are playing,
Renders its great masterpiece for you darling.
Feel the gentleness of breeze as we dance with glee,
Ambiance is great at gardens and under each tree;
Leaves are life’s showers of hope, believe me.
Lovely deciduousness always opens all doors,
Surprising us all of God’s more graces and favors.
My mind ascends high in the lonely emptiness,
floats on the wisps of crimson cloud,
makes a fascinating painting of the fantasy dawn
on the unfurled blank canvas of desire.
Outlined by the tinge of the celestial hue
at the edge of the sunburst horizon,
on the grass of your verdant meadow,
I imagine I’m the radiant pearl of dew.
I soar in the seamless reverie sky
to the halcyon height of infinite freedom,
saturated with the aura of timeless delight,
I imagine I can fly.
In the space of the boundless void,
the charismatic canvas of cobalt gets rolled out,
where in your firmament of fascination
I imagine I’m a beguiled bird flying free.
The bank of the cascading crystal stream,
cradles the gorgeous terrace reclined,
where in your luring rose garden abloom,
I imagine I’m a flittering butterfly.
I float on its flapping latticed wings,
with the ripples of the whistling wind,
across the miasma of drifting dreams
to the flamboyance of your rising rainbow.
Under the star-crowned amorous sky
you come through the indigo moonbeam.
An entranced poet I write a fervent lyric for you,
as the muse is enticed by the sparks of imagination./center>
I reminisce, I miss my youth spent on the lap of blue hills,
rolling down from the hazy horizon with the carvings
of meandering streams, thriving thicket and emerald vales,
embedded in the flamboyance of my juvenile exuberance.
My memory floats on the wings of the indigo birds,
soaring on the distant cerulean sky,
like my colored kites that flew at the fringe of fleeting clouds,
in their drifting enigmatic shadows sweeping the meadow
my freak fantasy used to take nebulous shapes.
I now marvel wondering what those forms meant,
for they were so artfully expressive
in the intricate lattice of interlaced light and shade,
like the patterns smoky sunbeams created
as they pierced the foliage in the forest where I ventured
chasing the motifs of the flitting butterflies,
or like the dancing design the trees made
with their lengthening shadows quivering on the ripples,
rolling on sailing swans’ wake in the pond at sunset.
The infantile images deeply engraved in the young mind,
trampled by the footsteps that have walked me so far away,
on the undulating topography of life,
lie buried defaced under the dust of time.
Now at the edge of the falling night,
following the outline of the faint footprint trail,
I reminisce, I miss the frayed tapestry of my youth.
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April 8. 2021
Contest : I Reminisce I Miss
Sponsor : James Edward Lee Sr
True feelings concealed craftily
beneath the sheath of surfeit psyche,
fragile fantasy of self sanguinity fostered
by the colors of chameleon skin,
evoke emotions surreptitious,
pretentiously paraded skillfully
away from the edge of reason,
epitomize cleverly the camouflaged ego.
The chase of mirage
in the deceptive self-esteem desert,
etches the frail footprints
of delusive dominance
with scathing sandstorm trajectory,
but the squall of strife
over the dune of dwindled life
subsides in the inner space
of latent devotion configured
in the conceded cauldron
of self-less surrender,
where the shower of sagacity,
spurting from the fountain of love
with heavenly flamboyance
fabricates the fluid framework
of cordially congruent epitome of existence.
When in anguished awareness
the flimsy frame of self-image breaks,
it sinks within to reach the soul
at the depth of prudent perception,
attains the sublime state of consciousness,
feels the divine connection with God.
The devout mantra of the sanctified soul,
intoned in the temple of the heart,
resonates with the symphony of sacred spirit,
transcends the self-seeking perimeter.
The cosmic creator of echoing silence of eternity
makes my awakened soul proclaim
the divine decree, I am the reflection of the absolute.
Serenity pervades amidst sunset radiance
Subduing pressure-gripped day’s torturous gloom
Setting good night sleep for tomorrow’s faith-bloom
Sweet respite from vexing worldly flamboyance…
Spirit of mine seeks* God for strength’s solace
Sails toward His shelter, haven for the hopeless...
Serenity pervades midst sunset radiance.
*Psalm 105:4 Seek the LORD, and his strength: seek his face evermore.
October 7, 2019
Rhyme with alliteration
Honorable Mention, "STRAND CHOICE 10,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/30/2020.
“In chaotic times the madness of the drifter mind
follows the footprints of the vagabond dreams”-
Quote by poet
The blue hills cascaded down the verdant slopes
in the rhythmic ripples of the tinted topography,
cradled the charisma of the humming hamlet
that once harbored my home and my dreams.
With the sliding shadow of the cotton cloud,
scaling the halcyon heights of the cerulean sky,
my gallivanting dreams soared up high afloat
with the colorful kites I loved to fly in the blue.
The sparkling stream flinging up the fluid pearls,
flowed with flamboyance with my roving reverie,
girdled my teenage landscape in embracing loops,
set in vagrant meanders of gliding garland of fancy.
The paper boats I made with the motif of my dreams,
drifted away in the current of the stream’s silver trail
to the distant dreamland destination unknown,
and on these I perceived my drifter fantasy sail.
The surging storm swept across my turbulent time,
the capsized boats sank, the snapped kites flew away.
I turned into wandering driftwood dislodged from root,
searching the itinerant mind for the vagabond dreams.