Long Inlets Poems
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Shell like and thin,without and within,whose surface naturally co-incide.Straight rays from the eyes,horizontal,perpendicular,grace with beauty personified.
Simplicity,intricacy uniformity .Quanitified.inlets of beautyevident,entertaining the eye glutted with variety.A plainspace,pleasant to see,scroll and volute in symmetry,surprised by mimicry to avoid regularity.Simple,distinct enjoying with ease, in cone form or pyramid will ever please.Allegory,riddlewhere angles amuse,magnitude ill-shaped,adds greatness to grace,a broken line to enhance each face.Lines entwine,twistingthen un-wind.Serpentine,well composed adds variety to art,waving,dotted or straight,elegantgrace in our eye will impart.
“Love can change a person’s life, leave him breathless, either building him or breaking him”~ By Poet
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Cupid the great archer,
Shoots his arrow heedless!
On some, it cuts through the heart.
On some others, it only scrapes through.
On a few, it misses the target.
Once shot down, it leaves one breathless.
Heart trumpeting, shifting from one beat to another,
Rhythmically, making it pound quicker.
Opens in one the inlets of pleasure.
It makes one ecstatic and foolish,
With thoughts disjointed, emotions running amok.
Spirit confounded and compounded.
It is madness, a pleasant kind of madness!
It comes and goes, leaving one breathless.
Guts highjacked by anxiety or ecstasy,
Always in throes of a pleasant ache,
Making the heart run a race, keeping one on his toes!
Love starts differently in varying intensity,
But it ends in a familiar way, in the same manner.
The sweetness ends,
infatuation dies,
sour taste lingers,
boredom persists!
humidified life
nourishes a thirsty mind
like poetry it settles
on a leaf of emotion
transpires ideas
while insects feed
on nectar
and manna
from somewhere appears
on reason and feelings
inlets and outlets
cascades of poetry
set free and
captured in the moment
another droplet
lowers the guards
hangs on to a twiglet
for weaver birds
to build a nest
to rest and nurse
the young ones
a web of inspiration
such ambrosia
I would not trade it
for a pot of gold
a quiver for arrows
ink for the pen
a fountain of inspiration
a well in motion
nature’s tear of joy
just a drop of water
In the folds of night, as a wave, you came
Charioted in a filmy dream
All night you were with me
In love’s uncharted land, we roamed
You sang to me sweet rhymes of love
Echoing the lore of romantic lovers
Your voice choked and moist with passion
Overwhelming me with an ecstasy so rare
You fondled me with infinite tenderness
Opening in me all inlets of pleasure
Our hearts with divine furore filled
And we knew love’s sweet benediction
In the seclusion of that silvery night
Looking into the corners of your love lit eyes
I saw an ocean of rising and receding tides
And took a dip in the whirlpool of love
All night I inhaled your scent
Knew the warmth of your breath
Siphoned the sweetness of your lips
Alas! With dawn, you faded away like dew
INLETS OF BEAUTY
Shell like and thin,without and
within,whose surface naturally
co-incide.Straight rays from the
eyes,horizontal,perpendicular,
grace with beauty personified.
Simplicity,intricacy uniformity
Quanitified.inlets of beauty
evident,entertaining the eye
glutted with variety.A plain
space,pleasant to see,scroll
and volute in symmetry,surprised
by mimicry to avoid regularity.
Simple,distinct enjoying with
ease, in cone form or pyramid
will ever please.Allegory,riddle
where angles amuse,magnitude
ill-shaped,adds greatness to grace,
a broken line to enhance each
face.Lines entwine,twisting
then un-wind.Serpentine,well
composed adds variety to art,
waving,dotted or straight,elegant
grace in our eye will impart.
From Hogarth’s Analysis of Beauty
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read this phrasis of mine on youtube under the name of icthyschiro
Amidst these inlets and islands
Lies a land of a patriot nation
Where clans decree their might
Together in mixed relation
From the Lowlands to the Highlands
Family names of a forgotten past
Deliver us to their present
For these surnames are here to last
Sunrises and sunsets have so greeted
Many a morn and an eve has been seen
To be born into such a nation
Through their eyes, you see just your dream
For to be born on the land of the heather
Through Glens of bracken and fern's
Birthed into one of their clans
Your first breath you have duly earned
Amidst these inlets and islands
Lies a land of a patriot nation
Where clans decree their might
Welcome to Alba, the ultimate creation
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/ed-unitsky.php
some words wound and some heal
some words seeping down, hearts steal.
some words hit hard, some deeply cut
some meant to praise, but some to insult.
some stay inert, dead on the lips.
some cement cracks, but some widen gaps.
some serve as balm to those who are broken.
some, to beautiful relationships, new doors open.
some words comfort, some are aimed to assault.
some, hit hard and pierce like a thunderbolt
God, help me utter words that uplift
use right words at the right time, a gift.
I know words have the power to heal n' hurt
to bring joy and tears alike in other’s heart.
Lord anoint my lips with grace to utter words sweet,
so that, in others, they would open inlets of delight.
In the hush, hush silence of a twilight eve
Heard the gentle crooning of a dove.
She was nestling close to her love.
What thrill its lingering echo did give!
It opened in me the inlets of delight,
When my heart was longing for love.
My blues, it did instantly shove,
Illumining my heart with blazing light!
The sight and sound of those birds in love,
Roused in me a throng of lovely sensation,
Making my heart and spirit rise in elation-
A presage of love’s fruition from Heaven above.
With their merry crooning that resounded from far,
In my heart, hope’s flame began burning bright.
I felt like swimming in the sea of delight,
At the thought, I would soon have my love near.
He makes me feel safe even in the storms of life.
In the thoughts of his presence, my heart takes flight.
When he holds my strings, I am like a well navigated kite.
As far as he is with me, I come through life’s every strife.
In every adversity, it is the hope of his love,
That pulls me and gives my heart a buoyant lift.
With the warmth of his love, from life, all dark clouds drift.
How I wish to be nestled close to him as this happy pair of doves!
Below earth, streams release the arteries
of the undersea teeming with precious
abalone, granite and shells,
as a roulette of lotus defies gravity
soaking on the chlorine of a wind
only piles of sand can bestow…
and gentle the wavelets murmuring
hymns of serenity , somewhat delicate
as ocean mouth is to fish lips in the moist pulse
of swelling spaces for wooden fleets
to beckon the blue.
Like so, guardian of water observes the cruise
of a ship rustling a masthead…
intrusive vessels are aliens
to the underworld: greedy eyes, black hands
that rake mothers of pearl and babes of dolphins.
Fierce dugongs roll along, shaking the basement
of hunters’ boats on inlets
to pound doors of Neptune’s bed,
reflecting mirrors of an island scented
with coconut and tresses of women
bathing along coasts of such innocent gulfs.
Below earth, a divide between friends and foes
is honored; that beyond words,
a sea keeper rises to acknowledge
the kindness of strangers,
if they are kind enough to respect the gift of privacy.
10/2/2015
Chase Trevi's Contest:
Open Sea - Sailing, Creatures, Treasures
inspired by The Platters song, ‘Ebb Tide’
Rise And Fall
Salty tears ebbing away on moon’s tide
as whispered love echoes on ocean waves
across caramel sands where hearts reside.
Coves of sheltered inlets harbour veiled caves
that glistens with laced, seaborne aqua foam
as whispered love echoes on ocean waves.
I caress the shoreline where oft I roam
under wistful, silver of shallow sky
that glistens with laced, seaborne aqua foam.
Footprints merge upon sands of time as my
lover waits with arms of open embrace
under wistful, silver of shallow sky.
Bodies cling, like sea to shore, face to face
with the rise and fall on ocean’s tipped crest,
lover waits with arms of open embrace
and I wander no more at peace to rest —
salty tears ebbing away on moon’s tide
with the rise and fall on ocean’s tipped crest
across caramel sands where hearts reside.