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A STUDY IN VIOLET
This treasure house of objets d’art
Littered with plots and storylines
A room encrusted with jewels of history
Inviolate – and undisturbed.
Over there, a military tunic
Blue – and in such fine condition.
Pale lapels perhaps too remote or innocent
Of its vile ‘let them have it’ past.
Here, an abandoned symphony
Black notes pebbledash the page.
Written for that ancient violin, no…
Viol. Late Belle Epoch I think.
That leather book I recognise
An ancient asset register.
And with such work of reference
Identify - a little more.
A philtre or monk’s cure perhaps.
Or poison, used to sway an empire.
Something forensic science may analyse
This phial – let it keep its secret.
Here, a scroll. Homeric tragedy?
Greek, according to the words.
Those old strange symbols, faded now
A ‘Phi’ or letter ‘P’ – I’m sure.
I cannot touch nor be considered
A robber, loose in a dusty tomb.
Caught in the torchlight, gold in hand
Say ‘Fie!’ – or let him go.
This treasure is too much for anyone
To really own. To hide away.
Bequeathed to me but never really mine.
Something Auntie Violet always knew.
The Watch Maker…
Let me be, leave me alone, I'm Him, I'm alone.
I'm in pain; let me be, let me be, on my own.
All the time, every night, I see their vanished sights.
Let me be, being alone, tired of silent nights.
In this world of darkness, I feel pain and sadness.
Nothing there in my heart only beats emptiness.
In this sad cave of time, I suffered from my crime.
I suffered with this pain; pain is there all the time.
Time is pain; I feel trapped, I cannot face the fact.
Who am I? Watchmaker, I don't know how to act.
Fault me not if I did what I did on my own,
I am here, lonely nights, sleepless, all alone.
What I did in my mind I made it partly blind.
I made it for my sake, what I hoped yet to find.
I have dreamt of the sun; shining sun seemed like fun.
No more fear, no more fright, a good deed I have done.
With the light, I can see a luscious land full of trees,
shining jewels, red and green, dancing with morning breeze.
I made birds fly too high, no more pain, no more cry.
Rainbow near, out of clouds, oceans there in the sky.
I made grapes; I made wine; holy wine suits me fine.
I made drunks; I am drunk; drunks, to me, are divine.
I gave love; I gave truth to all men's sins of youth.
I gave life, I gave death, I gave all reckless truth.
I shall sleep all night long to have dreams of the light.
If I wake up tonight, all your days will be night.
I need you more than I; if you live, I don't die,
Who is it? You or I; if we're one, both can fly.
Am I drunk, maybe mad? Let me be, I'll be glad.
Don't wake me. I'll be mad, knowing that you feel bad.
12/7/17 Haloo
The painting is called The Watch Maker, it is acrylic on canvas...
This unhappy man in the midst of opulence,
lived like a discolored pale precious stone
in a box of rare jewels, and was always sad,
like a dry wood in the lush verdant forest.
He got up one morning more dejected
than he was the morning before,
threw the flower embossed curtains
off the crystal clear window open to the sky.
Looked out to see, maybe for the first time,
the crimson sun rising in the flaming horizon
that painted an enticing fresco of rhythm
on the lilac flow of the meandering river.
As colors of dawn touched his pale heart softly
like the petals of the full-bloom spring flowers,
he heard the murmuring beckon of the river,
drifted to him on the wings of rustling leaves.
With a delightful sensation he never felt before,
he walked with his face flooded with purple sunshine
to the bank of the river where he saw a sand bar,
its golden slope cradling a small tree, its boughs dancing.
The enthralling scene he thought was the expression
of happiness and joy that he never knew existed,
that the lone tree could generate as it grew free
in an isolated barren bed of dry sand bar in the river.
So, he sailed across the beautiful blue coral sea
to a distant barren island made of silver sands,
and like the tree on the sand bar let his life take root
in the desolateness of nowhere under the azure sky.
The dawns ascended for him at the edge of horizon
with pristine display of chromatic colors to cheer,
in the midst of gorgeous sunset rhapsody
the sea gilded his mind with tapestry of liquid gold.
But he couldn’t spread his hands out in delight
through the embracing air toward the sky,
the way the boughs of the forlorn tree did in joy,
because he had made himself a barren island.
(Inspired by metaphorical imagery)
February 11, 2020
Contest : Let The Pens Flow-Narrative
Sponsor : Jenish Somadas
12 BROTHERS BEARING GIFTS
A Mother weeps, her child is born,
A Father poor sits all forlorn,
The wind howls through their shelter rough,
The wood for their fire is not enough.
And though no gifts can they bestow,
Of riches and of jewels that glow,
12 brothers bearing gifts of joy,
Arrive for the poverty stricken little boy.
The first comes, gliding down the panes,
So fresh, so quiet to fill the lanes,
The tiny babe’s cheeks are pink, and bright,
The air is cold, and all is so white.
The next seeps through the crack in the door,
And fills the hut in a might roar,
The little boy giggles, he thinks it’s fun,
His folks light the fire their day’s work done.
The third brings winds that cloud the sky,
And all around migrant birds begin to fly,
And the fourth heralds the April showers
Preparing for May and Spring-time flowers.
And with June days, the Summer starts,
Cold, rain and snow now all departs,
The sun is smiling, its rays spread about
Children playing happy to be out!
October brings Autumn, which in it’s height,
Is out in the country a magnificent sight,
The wool is woven, the crops are in store,
When will Winter, come knocking at the door?
The 10th makes the heavens open wide,
So all the animals scurry to hide,
Leaving behind a child full of thought,
That the richest of parents couldn’t have bought.
And the next leaves the trees looking so bare,
But the child doesn’t worry or give it a care,
For the woods look so pretty in their Winter glory,
And the wind whistles gently whispering its story.
And now that Christmas is almost due,
All poverty is forgotten, it’s the parents cue,
So out, come small savings in bright coloured coffers,
To celebrate the goodwill that this brother offers.
And what of these, these broken-hearted fools,
who lust within the silence of disdain
play in a lover’s game that has no rules
no potion to relieve them of their pain.
Skewered by the sword of passion’s lie
lashed by lingering memory of lust
condemned to live each moment with a sigh
while harboring the seed of love’s distrust.
They persevere and muddle through the maze
of who it was that let it go so wrong
realize that it may have been a faze
a lingering phrase from an old hit song.
They fail to win love’s true treasured jewels
and what of these, these broken-hearted fools.
©5/11/2022
Orphan Sonnet Poetry contest
Sponsor – Emile Pinet
Checked by Howmanysyllables and rhymezone
The Paper Clip
They were such a lovely couple
From a very very rich family
I was invited to
The birthday party
She was all of three
Adorable and soon ever more sweet
Once the candles were blown
That huge cake would be such a treat
Now the presents were a plenty
Clothes, jewelry, toys
Dolls, doll houses and bikes and more joys
I was somewhat shy, mine was not so grandiose
I had wrapped in an old cigar box
Another box much smaller
Inside a third box even smaller
Inside that me gift
A small piece of paper
Folded with a bright red paper clip
A wee little poem
That said these simple words
You are a treasure
Hidden inside these many boxes
So beautiful and worth the discovery
You are the jewels of life, you so lovely
I had drawn a pretty princess
On the paper fine in pink redress
I read her the words
From the bottom of my heart
Her eyes lit up so bright
I got the hugest biggest hug in sight
She ran away with a paper clip and
Three old cigar boxes
In a child’s happiness and
Pure delight
I sighed
The gift was so just right!
An afterthought from ancient times
The Poetry of Wine
Gifts that come from the heart
Light up the soul
When you gaze into a starlit sky
Count the millions of gifts from the heart
Their goodness shall shine
Upon us mortals
You may think that I speak about robbers
who wear masks when they’re pulling a job
Or the one who’s in charge of the driving
or the loan sharks who work for the mob
But these criminals are a bit different
they have bastardized all of our laws
Given power by most of the voters
they’ve exposed our system’s great flaws
Some will argue that Trump is the problem
but Republicans hold all the cash
They’re betraying their oaths and democracy
throwing both of these jewels in the trash
As the GOP votes for its donors
and gets richer with trading of stocks
Undercover of legalese, lawyers twist laws
then strut through all the courts like game cocks
Now the People must rise and start fighting
for democracy stands on the edge
As they say, freedom doesn’t come easy or cheap
it is time to fulfill our Pledge
THEY SAY THE EYES ARE THE MIRROR OF THE SOUL, I MUST AGREE THATS RIGHT .
HAVE YOU EVER SEARCHED THE EYES OF A PET DOG OR CAT WHEN THEY ARE
STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU. LOOK AT THE LOVE THEY IMPART. HOW
GENEROUS THOSE LIQUID EYES ARE, HOW UNDERSTANDING AND GOOD.
WHEN YOU MEET SOMEONE FOR THE FIRST TIME DO YOU NOTICE THEIR EYES.
DO YOU LOOK FOR THE UNIVERSAL MESSAGE THAT IS HIDDEN INSIDE.
WHATEVER STORMS INSIDE ARE BREWING, THEY ARE SURE TO SHOW IN THOSE
SOULFUL WINDOWS. IF IT IS JOY THE BODY FEELS , THAT TOO WILL SHOW.
WE BLINK WHEN WE SEE TOO MUCH LIGHT, WE SQUINT WHEN IT IS TOO DARK
WE CLOSE OUR EYES WHEN WE CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE, WE OPEN THEM WIDE
WHEN WE ARE SHOCKED OR SURPRISED. SEE HOW SENSITIVE YOUR EYES CAN
BE. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES. CAN YOU PICTURE THEIR SHADE IN YOUR
MINDS EYE? NO MATTER WHAT COLOR CREATOR GAVE YOU, ONE THING IS
SURE, WE ALL TALK WITIH OUR EYES. THE HEART CAN DENY MANY THINGS,
IT CAN LIE TO ITSELF BUT THE EYES , WELL, THEY NEVER LIE. NEXT TIME SOMEONE
SPEAKS TO YOU, LOOK THEM STRAIGHT IN THE EYES AND SMILE. YES EVEN SMILES
CAN BE SEEN THROUGH THE EYES, IT IS NO SURPRISE TO US WHY WE WERE GIVEN
SUCH PRECIOUS JEWELS. THERE WERE GIVEN TO US SO WE COULD TRULY SEE ALL
THE BEAUTY THAT THIS EARTH POSESSES, AND SO MUCH MORE...
Our destiny may reside in the distant stars
Reflecting the path our journey takes
These celestial jewels from afar
Give glittered guidance to the steps we make
Sometimes beauty's jewel lies within our sight
Yet we linger not in the prism of its light
The time may come when only the glitter is left
As a star fades away in the flames of death
A diamond's remnants so far away
Streaks across the sky in stardust glow
Within a bejeweled galaxies array
Its demise in perfect rhythm with the universe's flow
Through the stardust glitter descending like rain
Beauty echoes through the remnants with sweet refrain
LOVER AND FRIEND
Relationships are precious, like lover and friend
Cherished much longer – built on trusting love and care
Hence, losing one: melancholy – a tragic end
Why have to lose one? Is life really that unfair?
We are best friends, till death us part is what we swear
Horizons shift from dark to blue on sprawling sand
Through thick and thin, the solid bond will halt despair
Relationships are precious, like lover and friend
Stars and moon converge setting a happy trend
Our dreams and goals pave one everlasting affair
To each other's side we stand firmly to defend
Cherished much longer – built on trusting love and care
When eyes behold not just a friend but even more
The carefree feelings change and deep emotions blend
Will it be worth the risk that surely is in store?
Hence, losing one: melancholy – a tragic end
The battle rages like wild tempest right inside
The urges unrestrained are there to give, to share
Like burning lava hot to handle or to hide
Why have to lose one? Is life really that unfair?
The jewels’ sparkle has to last and never fade
A lasting sacrifice is one that leads the heart
To rise above the pains from which true love is made
Lover and friend must aim to play a lasting part
Relationships are precious.
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Your Best Poem #2 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
~~~3rd Place~~~
Relationships - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
~~~2nd Place~~~
PAUL CALLUS and OLIVE ELOISA GUILLERMO
5:14 pm, April 14, 2014