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when light faded out
and darkness descended
when all over me
the icy chill began to creep
I slammed the windows and doors
tightly shut
and like a child crawled
into my padded bed,
while the winter gale
was still raging outside
you broke upon my thought
as a euphonious melody.
when I longed for your warmth,
you knocked upon my feeble heart
as your voice trailed across to me
louder and louder,
I woke up from my languorous sleep
felt snug, the chillness around me, swept away
and a strange desire,
coursed through my nerves
I could feel the heat
of your tumultuous passion
the soft touch
of your caressing hands
the musky odor
of your fragrant breath
the warmth in your almond eyes
you stood before me
as an embodiment of grace
you opened the windows to let in the light
not leaving me grope in blinding darkness
you took me to the seas
of shore less delight
you enlivened every atom of my being
kindled in me the fire
of amorous desire
swept me off my feet
by the inundating tide of love
I felt my sleeping passions
suddenly set ablaze
Alas, with my senses lulled to sleep
leading me into a state of serene calm
through the door ajar,
you faded out like an evanescent dream
leaving me so stupefied....!
Placed First
Feb.20. 2022
Winter Love Poetry Contest
Sponsor- JCB Brul
The essential constituents of captivating charisma
align with the fabric of consuming sincerity,
find the adornment of internal beauty
spread invisible film on deceptive external ugliness,
remove the distressing doubt that it can’t be irresistible.
An overwhelming humane faith fosters the faculty
of being aware of depressing deficiency of the being.
The demonstration of the cherubic charm
expresses the life-force that tows the tide of lure,
inundating the landscape of deserted hearts.
On the seraphic shore of the sublime soul,
the supreme designer makes the destined inner circuitry.
The pattern creates innate magnetism of divine beauty,
attracts the consciousness essence of mortal elements
to the emancipating aura of amazing bliss.
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October 25, 2022
Contest : Our Innate Magnetism
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
February 5, 2023
For Brian Strand's Your Option Contest
My heart and mind don't align
I yearn for dreams to yield but vegetate
Putting off things for the very next day
My willpower is always at its lowest
Laziness floods my habits and goals
Until I drown in unsuccess.
The bed, so invitingly soft
It tempts me into a languid slumber
While a half-finished coffee mug
Sits cold on my window sill
My mobile phone, a dangerous distraction
As I scroll hours through social media when awake
Squandering my precious time away
My mind keeps dwelling on the past
Inundating memories of joy, sorrow and regrets
Serving no purpose
Then I slid into an eternity of pleasant thoughts
Of how to spend the next day of my life.
eventide drizzles
rhythm of colors
dancing as dainty ballerina
with twilight tinsels
transient
of ripped rainbow rinds
captured at golden fringe
of cloud clumps
coalesced
as heavenly hues
descend at crescendo
of cosmic ballet
at ebony edge
of onyx night
squashed sordid sky
enwrapped embellished
by the last sunset tinge
waits in somber seclusion
for rain-rinsed pliant petals
to unfurl unsung
aurora of afflatus
to embroider ecstasy
on halcyon horizon
with lattice of luminance
splendorous
juvenile smile
sparkling sapphire
of innate innocence
configures purity
integral
cascades as crystalline stream
in verdant valley
finite
of fleeting youth
for a yearning while
with ageless naïve aura
inundating self-effacingly
pristine plateau of
unsullied face
immaculate
flash-flooded with fantasy
consumed being
at the edge of time
waits unsure
at doorstep of destiny
wipes dense obscurity dust
salvages fossilized smile
of petrified portrait
on crumpled canvas
of buoyant senile life
sanguine
Noise
Life is so full of noise.
Perhaps, even before the moment of birth
the noise, the sounds of living begin
inundating each second of our becoming,
into our very existence and life.
Tears and crying, pain and heartache are not the start
those moments at conception are not lost to us,
it lies in our DNA almost irretrievable
but still there waiting to come forth.
Noise of every kind initiated us to life.
Some hear a joyful, passionate and loving noise
that giggles, tickles, laughs and breathes joy
while others face it with doubt, hesitation and fear
holding back then coming forward unsure, methodic, logically.
Despite the noise and its particular sound
all come forth at a specified moment
taking their place amid the noise of life.
I'm trying really hard to catch my thoughts
It is rather tricky
As I have them , non-stop
Silence is deafening for me
I don't even think I will have peace after my
Brain waves are seen
On the electro -en- ceph - alo- gram or EEG
Its last recording will read and mock this very thought - quite vividly
Sometimes, I wish I had an off switch
Though let's face it
It wouldn't make a difference
I'd figure a way to trigger a wave
Return life to this overcrowded thinking skin cave
Forcing myself to again just think think think away
Silly rabbit, always running late
I don't think carelessly
I think with control; willingly
I am in control
Or at least that's the thought I had been
Trying to believe
Previous thinking has made this thought something I aimed to always have and a goal to achieve
Now learning I can just be present
Without inundating my thought space
Future tripping on
My past, neglecting my present
Inevitably continuing this cycle until when?
There is nothing left of me or my thought space is miraculously empty?
I'm not in control of what life has planned for me
But my thoughts they are mine, except sometimes I am not sure what version they are of me
Ultimately, they are mine sometimes just not the current me
So I'm learning to teach my brain to recognize past versions and present ones regarding my thoughts and their escape from my thought space and skin cave
Its challenging
I wore many masks in my past
Some seem to have more than the last
They seem to always lack one thing
It's the presence of silence and just letting things be. This is progress for me
Acknowledging, I am the problem but also the key
Is a mind-blowing realization
I'm happy has finally come to me
When the sun set, and night descended,
When the day with all its unrest quietly fled,
Feeling tired and sleepy, I closed the door
And languidly got onto my cozy bed.
At an unexpected time and hour of the night
You broke upon me as a euphonic melody
In the wee hours when I was in deep slumber
You barged into my thoughts as a sweet memory
Your voice trailed across to me
Waking me from my lethargic sleep
Sweeping my indolent languor away
Filling me with sensations deep
I felt the warmth of your tumultuous passion
The soft touch of your caring hands
The musky odor of your fragrant breath
And the gentleness in your adoring glance
You opened the windows to let in the light
Not leaving me grope in blinding night
You took me to the seas of shore less delight
And hovered over me like a heavenly sprite
You enlivened every atom of my being
Kindled in me the fire of desire
Swept me off my feet in inundating tides of love
Setting my sleeping passions into flames of fire
Alas, with my senses lulled to sleep
Leading me into a state of illusory calm
Through the window lying ajar
You faded out like an evanescent dream!
Again, when you come, stay longer with your charms
To gently wake up from sleep, enfolded in each other’s arms
October.9.2022
The Mystical Dream Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Wrapping me in plenary comfort with your loving arms
Heartbeats, yours and mine, beating in unison. Your...
Amorous glance that makes my happy soul dance
Telling me how much you love me, and vice versa
Being loved by you unconditionally
Loving you unconditionally, in return, warts and all
Inundating me with your passionate kisses, your charms
Seducing me hopelessly with a dazzling, bewitching...
Smile that never quits your face. Darling, its like sunshine!
Imagining paradise with just you and I in it
Spoiling me rotten with my favorite things
Submitted for...
Strand Choice 4,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: 3rd Place)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 01/23/2020
Date: 07/20/2019
Have you ever felt bombarded by yourself, like you can’t help but keep inundating your brains cell with messages that no longer serve you well. Sadly it’s this path you in the past paved, whose entrance and exit still lead to and from hell. It's obvious there are parts of you that you have lost within one of those past versions of yourself. Recently I genuinely feel like Jack and Jill, like I’m falling down an endless hill. Passing all the hurdles I previously overcame while climbing up life’s hill. It’s always an emotional roller coaster, when you take a step back and look down at the sharp turns and loops life has had. I’m just supposed to shut up and sit back. Just be still and zip past without evidence of the goals I reached, limits I surpassed. That ride is evident there was nothing decent in those versions of me I played in the past. Still just expecting the next lead, while I understudy me, the main role for the next cast. Which coincidentally is written and directed by yours truly. The amount of non existing acts I often incorrectly predict, should be a tell tale sign of all of it. I am bombarded, but I am also the cause of it. Accountability is the obligation to accept responsibility. I am accountable for the construction and repairs, but will that start the mend of all the old tracks in there? This is where good ol faith needs to be your best friend, even if it's a challenging mindset to befriend. It takes trials in the past that you overcame, to give you strength and courage in moments of possible future disdain. So thank you for flooding my past paths way. For forcing me to start a new course with more possibilities that outpour positivity within this new brains channel wave.
"Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher"
William Wordsworth
With the rhythm of his passionate poetry,
rolled the silver-crested wave of romanticism,
inundating the shore of English literature,
where he emerged as the seminal figure.
The beauteous natural world
imparted didactic quality to his poems,
finding correspondence between nature and soul,
and between self and matchless imagination.
The color, fragrance and sounds of spring,
shine of autumn sky, sparkle of sun-soaked water,
made lasting romantic impression in his mind,
influencing the growth of his poetic genius.
He had firm faith in the magnificence of nature
as the prime source of true happiness and joy,
that could enlighten the kindheartedness,
and enhance the spiritual awareness.
A worshipper of nature, he eulogized its charm,
captured the flushing splendor of the landscape
when he felt he “wandered lonely as a cloud”,
to be aptly christened as the poet of nature.
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January 16, 2023
Contest : Beloved Poets
Sponsored by : Regina McIntosh