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Incensed Shadows
My silent quest for light through incensed shadows,
The first gift to creation by Omnipotent radiance,
Crusader seeks an astral beacon to rise above wooden rows
Unblocking healing springs of ambient deliverance.
Refraction’s womb, sunbeams float in puddles of colored glass
While all my harps on Babylon’s willow boughs lay silent
My regret cringes in deep twilight’s murkiest morass -
Out on a ledge, can’t face another sunrise to repent.
My harsh words cut into tenderness like sharpened curses
Then slashed their way to the guarded marrow of my bones
Bruised inflammation spills into unquenchable thirst
Escaping feathers in the wind left my heart abandoned - alone!
Breath of grace, this hermit’s plea to the cloudless eternal Word
Renew the clarity of my deafened eyes and blinded ears
Aura of the everlasting love - your renewal not blurred
I see with lacy joy when the joy of joy reborn appears.
Lo a rose now blooms in my winter’s frigid night
Appearing through my labyrinth with graceful union
Burnished solace in cherubic tinted twilight -
New perfumed dawn – gracious warmth - healing reunion.
12-16-20
Contest: A Rhyme Story
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there is no ending of words
is there anything that may be called
the end-word
let the words make questions
let the words give replies
let the words shout
let them battle among themselves
i can’t understand
why is there so much endeavour
to take me into that chaos
a plant of small white flower
is enough to make a garden itself
even-then
an assembly of
the rose the jasmine the tuberose is made
to increase the rule of the garden
after picking flowers from those plants
my wife puts them to the feet of the god
to worship him
she has a drinking-glass a plate
a hand-fan a throne
for her god
all are like tiny-toys
among them
the throne
is very important
till today
in many of our houses
there is a throne
but it is neither for accession of men
nor for making themselves king
i’ve already said
the throne is for our god
that means for our lying on
there may or may not be
even a broken cot
but for our family-god
to provide a throne
is a must
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on that day
when once i had gone into the
myself-man
i saw
that the government and the opposition
both sides were gheraoing one another
in the same pace
they were reciprocally
quarrelling threatening rebuffing abusing
thus there was running
a fine piece of democracy there
it gave me enough pleasure
then i again came out
of that myself-man
in the outer-world
i saw
bypassing the stones and the hard
the roots of the trees
going deep down in the dark
in search of soft soil
and their branches are taking bent
towards the sun-light
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of late
my intelligence seems somehow
to become slippery
there is so much pollution
in the myself-ism
it seems
even in collision with my shadow
some dragon-flies are killed every day
why do my eyes see so little
why do my tongue speaks so harsh words
to whose custody has gone
those rain-drops
those lemon-blossoms
there is the glittering of dew-drops
on the cob-web
the evening-worship
is sinking into the barking of dogs
as if the wings of the parrots
become van-rickshaw
as if the moon-light were
gradually retreating
in the enlightened city-life
I have nightmares every night
It's so hard to find the light
In the darkness haunting me
It will never set me free
Years and years inside my head
I can't shake the words you said
Cutting me inside so deeply
Every single night they keep me
Awake--my eyes always open
Why were many harsh words spoken
Between you and I that night
Causing such a deadly fright
Couples can fight and debate
But before it was too late
WE would work it out together
Even in stormiest weather
But this time inside your eyes
Was someone I didn't recognize
As I tried to fix what's broken
On my part--harsh words were spoken
You cut me off in mid sentence
As a ranting raving vengeance
Came out of an angry face
I couldn't find a single trace
Of the one I love as you
Found the strength to push right through
The door where I tried to stand
Reaching out to grab your hand
I didn't want to let you go
You pulled away turning to show
The blank so very scary
Then rushed off--I had a weary
Feeling deep inside so strong
You're gonna do something wrong
Never answering your phone
I searched everywhere you'd roam
No text messages and mail
I tried hard never to fail
Our relationship at all
Then one day I got the call
They found your body full of drugs
Lying on a motel rug
Your world has ended--mine has too
Now heaven has taken you
Whatever made you lose the grip
On life causing you to dip
Into such bad turmoil
Alone leaving you to fall
Into a place so secret
I couldn't help you out of it
The sweetest words
Love is a sweet word
but there are some that are sweeter
There are some words we need to hear
‘I love you’ some crave for,
But not for me in, not a million years
There are some words that can hurt
others that can heal
Some words cause us harm
Some words we physically feel
Four letter words can cause us shame
Others cause embarrassment
Harsh words heard - who is to blame?
Soothing words written, a subtle message sent.
The sweetest words I ever heard
Were not of love they were just a question
The simple words meant more to me than any possession
Are from the one I thought I lost
Asking me ‘Are you an angel?
GG 2013©
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With minds as clean as slates,
In queues, kids go to schools
To ascertain their fates.
With their colourful ties,
Clad in distinct dresses,
They look like butterflies.
Not knowing their races,
They make friends with others,
With smiles on their faces.
So soft are they as clay,
Take whatever the shape
You give to them today.
So subtle are their hearts,
Break them not with harsh words,
Let them play their own parts.
Give them freedom to grow;
Like gems they spread their glow.
I waded through the waist deep snow
Lost and forgotten where no one would go
Evading failures and faults of my own
Cleverly hidden but now I am grown
Expectations of Love and forever more
Unreceptive misgivings always close a door
And as I am so lost inside here I am free
In open unjudgemental ecstasy to just Be
Reservations unchained harsh words gone
My journey begins like a sad lovers’ song
Forgotten unloved pushed till I broke
They sat there and laughed to them a joke
A dog at my side a stick in my hand
A prayer on my lips no map of this land
Stars as my guide dog as my friend
Walk on hopeless soul till the journey ends
I wrote a letter to myself today,
asking for forgiveness,
of suffering caused I had much to say,
of anguish, tearfulness.
years of stress I caused again and again,
chasing my earthly dreams,
of wealth, accolades needed to be vain,
hoist of our social beams!
forgive me, I said for what I have done,
for robbing your freedom,
for denying many moments of fun,
to build my own kingdom.
times of playground sports that were lost to work,
of days in small closed rooms,
harsh words in anger to self, how berserk!
filling your days with gloom!
I ask in all earnest to forgive please,
for stealing you from yourself,
your forgiveness will give me much release,
so I can live with myself.
thought for a while as I read the letter,
it’s time to draw a line,
everyone should have chance to be better,
so does this self of mine!
wrote a reply in a few simple words
that’s all it often takes,
I forgive you! and no spite I shall hoard,
for our good old times sake.
I awoke the next day like was reborn,
fresh water in new lake,
the feelings of guilt and hurt were all gone!
difference, forgiving the self, can make!!
Take a moment and forgive yourself,
you are as worthy as anybody else,
throw hurtful past from memory shelf,
feel your life, it has healthy new pulse!
Written 22/05/2022
‘A Brian Strand Premier Choice’ contest
for many who live in self guilt ignoring their own inner needs!
- rhyme with 10,6,10,6 syllable count except the last two concluding stanzas!
Your harsh words
Your morbid silence
Your dirty looks
Your dark violence
Will bend me
Will bend me
But I will not break!
Your stinging sarcasm
Your childish spite
Your evil meanness
Your brutish might
Will make me flicker
Will make me flicker
But I will not go out!
Your cold indifference
Your devious lies
Your stubborn pride
Your sad disguise
Will make me wither
Will make me wither
But I will not fall!
You may bruise me
You may abuse me
You may taunt me
You may haunt me
You may strike me
You may dislike me
You may wonder why
Though so hard you try...
I will never
I will NEVER
Lay down and die!
Be thou kindness, ruler in my heart!
Shake any evil from my quill.
No harsh words to depart,
To soil another poets will.
Let rays of sunshine beam from every line,
To brighten another poets heart.
My humble heart with theirs entwined,
In a gardenia scented poetic cart.
Oh, let me be humble at my best.
And see their talent in all its fine glory.
Put me to the Muses hardest test!
That I pen a poem, never to be sorry.
Above all, save me from my own pomposity.
For 'tis too easy, with pride to be bent.
Save me from thoughts of my own grandiosity.
Sitting alone in pride's lonesome tent.
February 24, 2020
11 am PST
We all possess this innate urge to leave our mark:
sculptors grasp the chisel;
a dog raises its leg.
Uncertain is the way - the night is dark.
Passions often fizzle.
Both fertile and futile describe an egg.
What is the force that drives this existential urge?
Answers surely varied
as whorls within a print,
and so we race to beat that mournful dirge.
Haunted, driven, harried,
our heads down, burning fuel in a dead sprint.
To be the first, the most, the best, or something more:
it is a lonely way
along a thorny path,
and none are there to help us with the door.
We keep the world at bay,
and those who offer help incur our wrath.
For those who only seek a fellow’s word of praise,
depression lies ahead
far more than times of joy.
Crushing disappointment heavily weighs
when harsh words roost instead,
dashing false pride and seeking to destroy.
The motive I think best is simply to be known.
Immortalized? Ha, no!
A rock may make a splash,
but afterwards, it sinks and is alone,
lifeless, nowhere to go,
forced to look up and watch time’s daily flash.
To walk in someone’s shoes while shouldering their pack,
to bear each other's pains:
indelible, this ink.
For though you will soon walk divergent tracks,
bound up, though not by chains,
each takes along the other now, methinks.
Beloved, notice carefully what has transpired:
indelible indeed,
imprinted on them both.
So when you’re feeling hopeless, downcast, tired,
and very much in need,
receive their helping hand and aid their growth.