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Under the oak tree
I sit, tracing the sea
of innumerable stars,
all like golden bars
reflecting off horizon shores.
The lull breeze,
like your arms once,
held me tightly in its embrace.
Tho, bragging to the stars;
the last
time I saw you-
you were still as handsome
as the first day I laid eyes on you.
The last
you held out your hand,
touched me,
sent me whimpering
as I melted against you.
There is no other
who compares to you.
The last
you left me
without so much of a farewell,
but before the dawn
I came back
to your side
to get
the last
kiss.
11/29/2018
The silent wind from the realm of the storm
Went gliding by through the lonely night
Collecting scattered pieces of dreams
A sensual flower it espied
Dancing in circles around it crept
To whisper a sweet kiss on the petal’s neck
Gently caressing the dew wet shine
As red mingled into orange
A fire rose from within
Embracing the sweetness of the nectar
Quenching its thirst, worshiping her soul
When the golden rays touched the clouds
The scarlet flower opened to the world
Mesmerizing, mystical bloom
The wind rose above her with delight
The perfume of crushed sensuality filling the garden
By- Tahera Mannan
20/8/13
For Nette’s Softly Sensual” contest
The little girl’s mom Tila,
worked hard to save enough money
It was her baby girl’s birthday,
how she loved her miel, her honey
She saw a Barbie doll that stood
in the window at Catarina’s Boutique
Wearing a traditional dress embroidered,
flowered details so unique
Sugar skulls glisten
a crown of marigolds adorn her hair
A Mexicana Barbie with long dark braids
nothing would compare
Complemented by a golden yellow flowery headband
The dolls face and body
a beautiful color of ochre, tanned
Spotted by the little girl
on their walk through the city
Calling out, que bonita!
Mamita she is really pretty
Maria Barbie printed on the box,
like hers, it was the same
She knew she had to have her,
when learned she shared her name
Tila rushed home to put the order in on the phone
The line went dead, there was a muted tone
She prayed the order went through that day
And hoped it would be received
on her daughter’s birthday
Because of the power outage in Pueblo,
a small town
The Barbie doll was gone,
lost and could not be found
Tila was sad when she told her miel
it was the last one of her kind
Don’t cry mamita, I already prayed another
little girl Barbie Maria will find
If I had just one breath
Just one more to take
Before I find myself
At the golden gate
If Just one poem was left
Burried deep within my soul
Trying to express my heart
This my last and final goal
I'd tell my Mother this,
Thank you for your love
Since I wont grow old on earth
I hope I'm just like you above
I'd tell my father this
Please be good to her
And in case you didn't know
Your daughters love is pure
To the little sister
I hold so very dear
Keep your dreams at hand
For they're so very near
To the oldest one
To whome I've kept so high
I've always seen your beauty
It's on the in and outside
The one who has brought,
So much knowledge to my life
If it wasn't for you, Nanny
I would still have pain and strife
To the one I love
Forever mine you'll be
But please carry on my dear
I just want you to be happy
As I drift away
on my last breath
Learn from my love
My joy, you can attest
My life, it may be short
Here, in this place
But don't worry about that
My soul is now with grace
our hearts were once joined,
now apart the degrees
of separation are burning,
my wounds are weeping
there is no other day
judgment came yesterday
Autumn leaves began their journey
as my night was laid to rest
the walls started falling down
scattering the Rose of Sharon
a bed of flowers to die in
a place to lay my weary head
I can no longer go walkabout
black smoke is streaming
a signal, all is not well
there is only one reality, now
tomorrow has yet to come
yesterday is already history
I must savor these last
moments, sucking in each drop
in desperation I prayed for hope
for the will to fight again
but also for the strength to let go
my fingers slowly lost their grip
creeping my purchase crumbled
sinking ever deeper
becoming an automaton
I am going through the motions
watching the lights extinguish
along with my last grain of sanity
the cloudy waters of my heart
dream poems, writing of the light
I can surf the stars once again
the lip curls, it is folding my heart
and creasing my mind
sanity has fled on golden wings
as sleeves of soul sway in the breeze
Mirrors Of Our Souls
For just a while I close my eyes
Waiting… waiting for thoughts to devour me
Too much truth voice the hidden lies
And a sudden befallen wells tranquility
What lies aforth, I’m only to know just as well
The creature of death, shall be arriving soon
An unholy desire of the inevitable dwell…
And the silent spirits sang for darkness to loom
At the chime of the thirteen hour
The ever darken blackness seduces the fallen angels
Time statues unmoved by unearthly power
And I saw the ghostly green of the iris crystal
Never a calmness blue, never an angered red
Only of a depthless green
Subtle as dew on ancient lake
Endless in its inspirit eyes of dreams
“As it appears, you seem cleanse of troubled thoughts!
My presence seems unnecessary, or is it not?
Voice one’s heart for your sorrows, I shall feed
Be it grievance tear to water one’s yearning seed
Hence the enchantment of time stands the dark and the light
Where there is one there is the other, of day and of night
Laughter is of happiness within the essence of sadness
For one never rejoices if one understands not the sweet bitterness
The knowledge of pain reveals the path to comfort
To feel, to heal, can one’s destiny be acknowledged forward!
Grace be the divine, waste be the devil
Mystical wonders wells both the heavenly and befallen angels
These few of many proverbs, bears true to its words
They are but two, yet voice only as one to be heard
No less, no more, a string there binds with never a knot
For since the forgotten rules, sacks not a penny for a thought
Scripted as one sees, for what lies as a woven bond
Either to be denied existence, then neither of us will belong
The balance atween our worlds, towers the Golden Gates of reasons
Yours as the ‘Mortals’ and of my the ‘Ancients’
Sunlight exposes herself
In long, narrow, afternoon shadows
Gold dust is shed from upon her skin
Typically unnoticed, typically unseen
Her wealthy abundance is embraced
By afternoon's luxurious kiss.
Her sleepy, twisted and tangled thoughts
Float in upon the tiniest and lightest of pleasures
Always there, but having gone unnoticed
Except on these long, sun-filled lazy afternoons
When love's embrace of these golden hours
Is no longer imaginary, but now unhidden.
Sunlight's eyes have exposed the hidden
The treasured magic in afternoon's shadows
The lightness of her being, is now exposed for all to see
Dust is made of dust, Lust is made of lust
Love exposed can no longer be
Hidden in afternoon's shadows.
(January 25, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
A forest soldier still armored in golden chain
guards the Canadian Shield from brooding vines and
horizons gray
In November's wind, it holds its yellow needles
like comrades clasped in feeble arms of wood
This tree, an x-ray of late autumn's soul, glows
with its ocher pins,
deaf to bids of meddling snow.
Soft sounds, these falling fibres
beating war drums
'gainst an early winter foe
Protester at the gate of cold
tamarack's ramshackle yellow
As shouts of autumn's glory
still
Poem composed 2020
Revised: February 1/2022
When love wraps around you like a rain of falling stars,
The world melts into a story of liquid amber,
That gaze, a window to unseen infinities,
Where I become the shadow dancing on the edge of time.
The thorns, crystal spiders, weave the silk of an embrace,
The fire transforms into a rainbow of embers, living warmth,
A sanctuary in the chill of the night born from darkness,
There, I lose and recreate myself with every moment.
Passersby, waves of wind, call him mad, the one who smiles,
But he, a dreamer of the world, listens to a single whispered name,
Words floating like an echo of stellar longing,
A music of spheres entwined in eternal mystery.
Love, a golden butterfly, frees the soul from its cocoon,
Binds it in the beats of a heart, a blood-red moon,
Life becomes a symphony of pulsing comets,
In the rhythm of a sky dancing in spirals of dreams.
Standing at the world’s edge, asking the deep silence,
Is this madness or the beginning of a new galaxy of understanding?
In love’s tumult, I rediscover the shape of my destiny,
And the story flows like a river of light, without end.
mama took sick one day i remember
it got so bad she just could not go on
then mama she died on the 10th of september
and floated to heaven in the pretty beyond
she walks streets of gold and thru fields of flowers
one thing i know is that shes not alone
shes gone and left this old world of sorrows
she traded this life for her heavenly home
she left this old world of suffering and sorrow
then she climbed aboard that glory bound train
then in the twilight of the great new tomorrow
mama was seen there in gods great domain
shes walking those hills and shouting in glory
saying praise god im here to stay evermore
then she seemed to say oh family dont worry
im saving a place for you on heavens shore
tho mama is gone we never are slighted
because her memory is here evermore
one of these days we will all be united
up there with mama on gods golden shore