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open the golden door of heart
open the silver door of eyes
open the metal door of knowledge
open the loving door of acceptance
give the love wisely
lavishly spread the aroma of knowledge
sing the song of spring-time road
Valentine comes to enjoy
Nightingale whistles for the blue life
Phoenix flies up from the ashes of amorous grave
I'm reader, come for you
to digest all words
either you love or not
I'm evergreen on my flying path
Screaming holiness
It's freaking mind of love
to save the face of body
where time flaunts flamboyant lust
the biological desire on the name of love
on the realistic hatch of ultra-feelings
we are human; we have feelings
happiness and sorrow -
these two are prime fact of our mind;
when we grow up and our youthfulness shows us -
the path of enjoyment the life thru the biological desire;
like the fire it burns our inside igniting love flame;
but we take disguise shelter on namesake holiness!
09.10.2020 Chattogram
Don't cover me with a mantle of glitter
For a circus parade that flaunts
A pretentious kaleidoscopic dream,
Where I am tricked to enchant an audience
Paying hard-earned bills while I roll on a tyke--
Or use my ivory as decor for varnished tables,
Chests and even antique inlays on narra beds:
And my furry skin you peel, turn into
Stilettos, even haute- couture labels designed
Only for those vain magnates...how impertinent!
I am the spirit of the wild forest,
The towering giant of peace on a roam
Where my ears listen to children's fables
As they mount on my back through a landscape
Bathed in night's purple glow... a mystique
Setting a ride into a dazzled starlight,
While we strut away, unmindful of how
dense mankind can be in this journey
Soothed by fresh murmuring of a breeze...
If I were an elephant, let me rock, indulge
On a sacred place made innocent
By the gods who created playful, grassy trails.
For Rob Carmack's Screwed XV1 Contest
Submitted 3/01/2017
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Originally Written 12..13..2016
Off all the skies, mine is not infinite
Not fit to aspire for when with a limit
It flaunts no sun or a polestar
Just dark, foreboding clouds by far.
Of all the oceans mine is most restive
Serene or stormy it is but quite tentative,
Not fit to surf, cruise or sail
with lolling breeze or boisterous gale.
Out of all the Gods mine is different
Not a pal or a foe --just indifferent,
Not fit to enshrine or worship
to form a religion or a fellowship.
Of all the lives mine is quite curious
Seriously funny or jokingly serious,
Not fit to tell or write about
with no mystery or labyrinthine plot.
Of all the desires mine is unique
It pacifies a little but revives quick,
Not fit to long for in just a trice
When no God or life seems to suffice.
~Meraki contest by Silent One.
Ocean (Circe)
Clearly an abyss,
you paint your lips blue,
adorn yourself in light's zirconium-hue-
masquerading as some golden gem, laden Queen.
Lying in your bed in waiting,
offering the possibility of adventure,
of hidden world's of retreat.
Your magic mesmerizes and flaunts.
Teases with possibilities imagery.
Endless font.
Stories to sell.
Corrupting your fools, licking your taunts upon their feet.
Mermaids minions in seductions reflection so
demure.
Reflecting the sky with their tails.
You are a sourceress,
a prostitute and a street, storefront sign purely forged in a spell.
A true window to your soul and it's keep, that rolls like a dungeon on the back of a Great turtle.
That of a corrupting changeling,
unpurely-changing with every phase shift of swell.
Your great alchemy is fusing illusion with serenity's false sleep.
With your ambitions that run silent, and run deep amongst that subsiding pillow.
Your platform for your maelstrom of sinking- through Azurine- dreams.
Your quicksilver beads above the morpheant sands that flows so easily,
like the lies that lie beyond men's reach.
Behold the splendor of another magnificent fall!
Every tree is adorned with a resplendent shawl!
All the trees have shed their abundant foliage of jade;
Umber leaves now - they once provided welcome shade.
The ancient Harvest Moon flaunts its ever mellow glow,
Inviting intimate tete-a-tetes for romantic souls below!
Frantic squirrels scurry about hiding their winters' fare,
Unrelenting in their quest since winter frosts are in the air!
(Lawns are carpeted with gold and crimson leaves to be raked!)
Flocks of geese wing their way south by the multitudes,
As they seek friendlier climes in the southern latitudes!
Limbs bereft of leaves lift arms beseechingly as if in prayer.
Lyricists, tho' gifted you may be - describe the beauty of fall if you dare!
Entry for John Hamilton's " Beautiful Fall Poetry" Contest
(11 September 2018)
The stately ash by the fence that provided welcome summer shade,
Has exchanged its sheltering leaves of opulent jade,
To don an elegant golden robe for a few short-lived days.
Its brilliance is enhanced by the sun's mellow autumn rays.
October winds took their toll exposing bole and limbs so stark,
Revealing uplifted arms as if in supplication from its wrinkled bark.
Where once upon my emerald lawn, frisky squirrels skittered,
Now, with a golden carpet, my sloping lawn is littered.
A wizened "hooty owl" has claimed the treetop as its aerie,
Silhouetted against a harvest moon, creating a scene so eerie.
Mellow moonbeams caress the tree forming a delicate shadow,
That creeps across the lawn as the moon flaunts its nocturnal show!
A family of robins that nested in the tree providing me with delight,
Have long since departed on their annual southerly flight.
Sturdy limbs where chattering finches put on a grand show,
Will soon be adorned with glistening garlands of snow.
Tho' each autumn the foliage from the ash will disappear,
And its outstretched limbs now present a picture so austere,
I'm confident that the ever-caring Creator this coming spring,
Will again adorn my tree in green for another season's fling!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
FANCY-FREE INNOCENCE
fancy-free with poetic slippers,
zoetic zephyr on tippy-toes.
a ballerina schemes in untouched colors.
words pop, revive,
undaunted,
untainted.
streamers of ink with charismatic truths,
crown of free spirit, unfeignedly pulsating.
a poet whose heart glows in the dark -
an enigmatic spark, she’s a blue flame.
she’s like the teasing wind that rustles the wheat.
the virgin flame dances through black and white.
her full skirt flaunts a dynamic rainbow halo -
this enchanting paradigm, gypsy of paradise.
her hem never touches the ground,
hypnagogic hues transcend the soul.
Does the poet surrender her fancy-free innocence
to authority’s chains that long to claim her prize?
the autumn leaves, blow beautiful, o’er ground
she floats on zero gravity never landing.
5/22/2017
For Fancy Free Contest
He is a European giant on interesting heels;
one of the champions of its domain and lords abroad;
the most visited geography in the world
which also enjoys copulation more than any other;
maybe, it’s no wonder breast and pussy are names of places
in the corners of its large pelvis
This mega super star isn’t shy of superlatives of its own
as he globally flaunts the tallest bridge
and his road bicycle race
being more globally recognized than any other.
Mont Blanc sitting above all other points in the continent
but unfortunately beats the rest in depression.
The Louvre is so known, that it is currently married to Mona Lisa
standing tall as a monumental pride is the most visited tower.
His identity is garnished with
interesting history of his monarchs
as one ruled for only a thousand and eight hundred seconds
while another survived two and thirty death attempts.
All these events give a chuckle to really ascertain that
he’s truly a historic, monumental, political and economic giant.
Life is a three-ring circus
Thrice around and around
The jolly merry-go-round
Fun the ultimate purpose
Mesmerized at this and that
Laughter for every age
Exotic animals in a cage
Used to being stared at
Rides speeding up and down
Through hoops and loops
Joining dancing troupes
Circumventing any sad frown
Lining up sideshow freaks
Presenting a two-headed man
Sexy dancers doing the cancan
A bearded lady that wreaks
As he flaunts treacherous highwire act
Ringmaster shows off painted elephants
Clowns making fun of fake elegance
Big top forever designed to attract
AP: 1st place 2025
I love the browns in Tahoe’s nature,
I cry from the beauty in each acre ….
I have seen many parts of America,
savored each region’s unique flavor,
yet I am now a mute and awed appraiser.
In Tahoe, nature and enchantment neighbor.
Deep inside me, emotional tribute waves
gather, build and then rise in praise.
I feel the fuel of my soul’s veneration
as it revels in my Father’s creation.
My head and my heart harbor no doubt
that God comes here for any timeouts.
The oldest, tallest and most sturdy trees
are the lakes and mountains strong trustees.
Each flaunts an assured, confident attitude
for they have long lived their attributes.
I watch these trees with my soul’s eyes
as each nestles clouds in lazy, velvet skies.
Trunks reddish to dark brown are superb.
Such huge trees dwarf mankind into a blur.
Ancient brown trunks are divine to behold.
I give thanks man left them undisturbed.
I would love to dwell in this forest’s folds.
A simple cabin would serve my fantasy.
Each day I’d visit a different brown tree,
absorb them one by one, most happily.