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In a tranquil trance,
admiring elegant swans,
flowing along stately streams,
I rested my wearied head,
upon her soothing bosoms.
Her subtle fingers pacified
melancholic tones within the
chambers of my misplaced mind.
Warmth of her ethereal embrace
together with the early Spring sun,
dissolved the protective glacier,
shielding my dormant somber soul.
Under serene sapphire skies,
her eyes like unique emeralds - sparkled,
charming each beat of my heart to murmur.
As we reminisced about childhood memories,
an isolated tear escaped from my eye,
innocently immersing her silken skin.
Captivated by her angelic aroma,
I pondered if she was an angel,
cradling me within a citadel in heaven.
As twilight ignited merigold radiance
through silver violet clouds,
her succulent lips whispered
sweet musings as they caressed mine.
The taste from her last sensual kiss,
still lingered as she ascended to the heavens,
as I pleaded;
"Take me with you."
To which she replied;
"It's not your time."
Simple Musing
Silent One
22 March 2018
SHAPE OF MIND : WATERY
Water existing in three natural forms
shows three different shapes,
as liquid to fit in shape of container.
When water freezes, comes in solid state:
Ice, glacier, iceberg, snow, hails appear in varied configuration.
Water turning vapor escapes in limitless contour.
Mind resembling water exhibits three patterns.
Being affirmative, assertive, gallant, aggressive,
envious or revengeful mind solidifies in stern attitude.
Rigid mind in solid texture showing dynamism,
acts harsh if needed.
When compassionate, kind, jovial or rippling in love,
mind melts drifting in dreamy stream of emotion.
accommodating and welcoming like liquid water flow
Transcending to sensual spiritual mode
mind entwines with soul soaring high
in ecstatic vapour of ethereal glow.
Wonderful water initiating Life.
Marvelous mind controlling life- long journey.
Both run in same three styles flashing human profile.
If not polluted, stands sterile.
06/24/ 21
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 26
Contest by Mark Toney
Heart of mine
Cry and feel again,
oh thou heart of mine heart.
Afford me peace of mind,
be moved and beat once again in my depths;
for a dream within me, that happiness will yet save ye a dance.
Am I still unchanged short of you?
A change of heart, a change of mind?
Now my dry but once passionate heart;
Old and cynical my once young gullible heart
The wineskin remains young still but within,
through trials of strife i´ve long matured
and i am very weary Cynicism now my gullibility.
A pyre for my humour.
A change in order and value.
Second guessing my heart; so now do I love with mind?
Thoughts askew, muddled with hurt.
Emotions buried deep down the chaos of my present state.
Shot circuited, disconnected; woe thou my little heart and rue the day you broke; for now mind teacheth ye cold reason.
Loving you and hurting.
Knowing that you hurt so much.
I groan trying to squeeze out that tear, I writhe in pain; I will cry yet.
Already missing you; I will break that age old glacier and cry with a heart that truly lives.
I must find strength to love and let go?
Well what doubts we had; doubt is a double edged sword. It hacketh both ways.
Live once again for those whispers and dreams, the dancing shadows of a candlelit fire.
The dreams we shared, Pesky dreams and big dreams alike.
Finding reasons to stop crying. Finding reasons to laugh at cynical humour; finding reasonable reasons to Love with both mind and heart.
Does this end?.....
Oh! Thou Heart of flames
Cry and feel again,
Blaze oh thou heart of mine heart.
Afford me peace of mind,
be moved and beat once again in my depths;
for a dream within me, that happiness will yet save ye a dance.
Between frosty cobalt-cliffs, cruise-ship hesitates to pause,
Amidst ice sculptures echoing cheers of spirited applause,
Mesmerizing enthralled sights evincing awe-struck trance,
Lauding vast gelid expanse, hypnotizing eyes of romance.
Buoying on inlets, flaunting aesthetics of sculpted designs,
Dark blue glaciers rise for miles, as our ship gently aligns,
Watching seals resting lazily, ruminating on blocks of ice,
Empathetic of frightened sparrow decrying the crowd-size.
Gracefully ship circles around, as if staging a festive dance,
When in enamored glance, caressing hints of romance,
We praise motifs on water~ floating white cotton balls,
Where shards chromatic fall from frozen-tall bluish walls.
Miles of crystals adorning yonder, glinting cerulean blue,
Stack mounds of white contrast on distant emerald hue,
As Glacier Bay begins to fade retreating in rearward view,
When ship's whistle blows aloud, bidding a fond adieu.
A journey we treasure now in albums of cherished past,
Where moments unsurpassed, coveting-forever last,
Embracing precious memories evoking paradise on earth,
Glamorizing place-idyllic, luxuriating in cadence of mirth.
May 28, 2023
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 18 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: I Know A Place
Glacier Bay National Park and Preserve lies west of Juneau, Alaska and can only be reached by plane or boat. Glacier Bay was declared a UNESCO WORLD HERITAGE SITE in 1979 for the spectacular glacier and icefield landscapes.
LOCH NESS
Nestled in rugged lap of Scottish highlands
A sprawling lake, the Loch Ness, swerves
In blue hills of old metamorphic rock bands
Lost glacier melt of the ice age it preserves.
The times of huge dinosaurs have long gone
There’s a rustic belief of mixed pride and awe
Vestige of extinct reptile species survives alone
They fondly call Nessie, its age they don’t know.
In mystique nights when the supermoon glows
Struck by the lightning the silver clouds flicker
The lake weaves a tapestry of light and shadow
That’s when they say Nessie swims in azure water.
If you ever try to explore the mysterious lake floor
You may not discover the secret abode of Nessie
Even if you don’t believe in the highlanders’ lore
Lively play of aquatic shadows on water you’d see.
January 1, 2018.
A glazed view, as through a glass that magnifies
Between the granite banded with blue and umber
Cruel paths of glacier, ancient swords of hunger
Deeply carved a threshold one can hardly grasp
Each turn of compass, leaves a gasp
Forever brings our talking to a halt
Green rivers whipped to white by waterfalls
How gaunt the pines climb high upon the ridge
Itself, a place exempt from time
Justifies belief of Godly kind
Keeping watch above a valley floor
Looming monoliths of ancient lore
Morning bright of shimmering brooks that flow
Next brings winter breezing through the mind
Ours the privilege of beholding
Past and futures coming here together
Question not the overwhelming wonder
Relished eyes behold the truthful splendor
Saturates the heart and soul forever
That if one stands too long within such glory
Under white peaks and folklore stories
Varying degrees of speechlessness and thrill
With sun above, and human form so small
Xanadu is not of fiction, it is real
Yosemite, this place, this land of royal grace
Zenith, this land of majesty, my eyes and heart embrace
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Inspired by Deborah Guzzi's contest: "Do You Know Your A B C s?"
Dedicated to My Dad....Where he spend his childhood
Supine ink sea spreads far searching for the skyline,
shore’s sheen allures the curling waves to adorn
the sun-soaked blonde beach with strings of pearl.
Surfing winds surge, can’t whisk sands from my hand,
I build castle on the shore, I’m not a far off island.
Windows open on the wide visage of the world,
each new sunburst day comes in my life tinged,
turns to silvery stream of dream in full-moon night.
If you search for my sunk love flowing you past,
you’ll find my heart afloat, I’m not an opaque recluse.
A bird of rhapsody, I fly in the seamless smoky sky,
soar on the winter music of the frosty wind.
I can still see the shining slice of sun in my heart,
melting my chilled passion that cascades on you.
You can hold me, I’m not a frigid glacier.
Turning times’ insane show has not ended yet,
spotlights glare on the transformed facades of fraud,
finding fake place to survive in the archive.
I walk confused in the museum of masked figures,
a mute misfit, I’m not a wooden antique.
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Written August : 9, 2019
December 30, 2022
Contest : A Freed Verse
Sponsor : Brian Strand
A pristine lake in the high Himalaya
spreads its arms of stillness wide
on the flanks of the serene glacier
that creeps silently with a load of ice
down the bare rocky carved out valley
melts on the sliding floor in gushing surge
and feeds the Ganga chilled ancient water.
The water the lake drinks to the full
distilled through the untainted rocks
is blue as the noon sky without spot
transparent as the truth universal
and pure as the morning dew
for it touches and washes no sin
people carry to the mountain.
The lake touches the feet of the mighty peak,
the Shivling, the symbol of God,
that pierces the sky with the snow trident.
The lake spreads a blue canvas of deep silence
and in serenity it paints a picture of divinity.
On my trek up the mountain track
I stood awhile by the lake.
The slanting sun warmed up the mountain air
and mirrored the Shivling on the water.
The lake held us together in a picture
with God reflected by my side.
A bird flew low over the lake
in the thin air of the high
the wing flutter didn’t break the silence
but rippled the water in gentle flair.
My face merged with the Shivling
I saw me dissolve in total surrender.
August 14, 2017.
UNISON WITH OCEAN
From mountain glacier melts, slides, glides, slips:
Spring springs up waking from dormant dream,
falls free frolic hitting stones, tumbling pebbles
cascading in opulence.
Slim stream flows, goes, giggling gaily.
Little brittle ripples dancing up and down in rapture
Slender narrow stream turns wide broad river
choosing zigzag spiral path on plane land
propagating waves on aqua dynamism.
Vivacious river attains vigor in fervor.
Showers of blessing as wealth of alluvial deposits.
Flora-fauna, habitats flourishing in diversity
on fertile riverbanks.
River flows ceaseless forever, turns back never,
unidirectional way to Sea.
River reaches its final goal losing identity,
aiming unison with vast boundless ocean.
07/25/20
First Place
'Strand Completely New (13) Contest by Brian Strand
Self-Interrogation
by Odin Roark
How carefree the traipsing inward
Responsibly free
Charging capsules
Poured golden or clear liquid
As acceptable excuse
Yet once inside
Accountability rears its head
Or heads
Never doubt guilt’s pernicious way
Whether alone
Engaged in barstool profundity
Or slumped against an alley wall
Like a magnet to the tongue
One purges
One releases
Realities better left buried
Yet
Extrication involuntarily weeps
Yesterday’s measured and careful calculation
Now but a melted glacier of ill founded confidence
A flood that will ultimately evaporate
Or find an estuary of temporary repose
One’s next morning
Via aspirin or not
Consciousness relives
What might be remembered
As progress toward…
Perhaps
For others
The hours and minutes
Seconds and milliseconds
Will be counted
Come sundown,
One’s glass is full again
Such beings peer languidly
Through reflections
Swirling memories
Determined to sip tenuously
Wanting to merely understand