Long Kismet Poems
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12/7/2023
No more am I your sweet little girl...
I am far past, brown braids and curls.
No shopping now for dolls and toys,
Remember when I first liked boys?
You drove me to and from school each day.
It was not close but a distance away.
You made sure my Mary Janes were clean.
I wear gold ones now, that happily gleam.
Daddy, you sent me to top schools only.
I learned God’s law, to never be phony.
You taught me top notch manners ,too.
We had raucous fun at Brookfield Zoo.
You also presented me as a debutante.
In your tails, Daddy you were so gallant!
In long sequined gown, and white gloves.
You and I waltzed as most graceful doves.
You later, fell in love with my baby girl.
Cradling her in your arms. like a precious pearl.
Your grandson, Edward, you never met.
But he is named after, you, true kismet.
My friends and I you treated like petite queens.
Presents were a welcomed, year-round happening.
And now, Daddy, I find myself as old as you.
But ‘tis not a thing that I rue but just verily true.
I will drive to meet you at the Pearly Gates.
In your gift, the red convertible, what a fate!
A girl could not have had a better Dad!
One who loved her, with all in his heart, he had.
Merrty Christmas, Daddy,you raised me ridgt.
I wish I were in you lap, this very, wintry night!
I don't need an astrologer
To find what's written in the stars.
I don't need an astronomer
To see that you're my guiding star.
I don't need no fortune teller--
I've known for years that you're 'the one'.
Seeing you, I see forever,
Even more clearly than the Sun.
There must be some explanation
For all the sentiments I feel.
Maybe like reincarnation,
Our love keeps cycling like a wheel.
Did we make promises before,
In some eternal spirit plane?
Exiting the Well of Souls' door,
Hoping to find us once again.
Whether we've loved a thousand lives,
Or forgotten endless desire,
There's something in my soul that drives
Me to you, like a moth to fire.
Our love is unavoidable,
Like destiny, kismet, or fate.
Since our love's inevitable,
Let's embrace it before too late!
The oracles and the prophets
Would certainly foresee:
It's foreordained and predestined
For you to be with me.
I think our love could be the love
That spans both ends of time.
That's why I'll always think of you
As my 'Forever Valentine'.
"a heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation”
O, ethereal emperor of my poem,
read me... as my initials shape the cosmos ,
the energetic essence of this eucalyptus heart
and I spill stars on the perfumed pages ,
that never leave the diary
of d i v i n i t y and d r e a m s ...
there is no sacred warmth without the sun,
thus, on the lips of the sky, I sleep with hope
~ in my humble honeysuckle heaven ~
listen, karma-reapers, sipping sins from kismet
life is a yoga, my meditative muse,
and I yeild no jealousy from the yarn of jewels,
that soaks not the silence of my soul.
I have no confession, no explanation,
I am answerable to the amethyst starlight,
that sleeps in the kundalini of loyal truths
for, what remains in the silhouette of the spirit,
if not something, inked with empathetic elixirs
breathless ... ageless ... limitless ...
boundless in the bonded petals,
like the blizzard of bougainvillia butterflies ~
the one born from those blessed brushstrokes,
where, unfurled within fluent flames
by a sage-spun saint, I am a saffron soprano ,
a line of l o v e ... laced with the last star
I am that I am, but I am no more ~
because all that lives has a pulse of light,
but I a m o n e with the source
a feeler, fond of the alchemy of Almighty ...
and his elysian flower-fused footprints ...
I met her in an International airport
we both chose to reach for the same magazine
at the same time.
Hubs can be vortices, either
you make your connection, or you don't.
Delay can lead you to travel different ways.
It was a 'Nat Geo' publication
so naturally we fell to talking
about our best catches and the ones that got away.
When they called her away
she hurriedly told me she was heading for Venezuela
for a photo shoot but lived in Seattle.
I told her to look for me in London nest time
she was there.
Time past. The connection was lost,
bad signal, bad timing, low energy-waves
in the stratospheric miasma of kismet?
Years later I saw her work in an article;
lizards, snakes, and exotic birds
but none of her.
I drove to Heathrow Airport anyway
just to feel again how close
distance can get.
The hands of twilight amble through glazed clouds
Soothing my emptiness, a heart’s debris,
Although one longtime wish rattles aloud
Warm is the breeze that flutes in symphony.
Soothing my emptiness, a heart’s debris,
Ripples of time explore true north’s hourglass
Warm is the breeze that flutes in symphony;
As life seeks a reaping from time’s compass
Ripples of time explore true north’s hourglass
When in a gush, drizzles of kismet pour,
As life seeks a reaping from time’s compass
Oh, pennies from heaven open sky’s door!
When in a gush, drizzles of kismet pour
Drenching the thirst of love’s rebirth, joy flares;
Oh, pennies from heaven open sky’s door,
I taste once more a blooming warmth so rare.
Drenching the thirst of love’s rebirth, joy flares;
Although one crumpled wish rattles aloud;
I taste once more a blooming warmth so rare.
The hands of twilight, wander through glazed clouds
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* Oxford English Dictionary:’e. pennies from heaven:
unexpected benefits; also (in sing.): a windfall,
a godsend (rare).
*A song, Pennies from Heaven, was composed
in 1936---‘ don't you know each cloud contains
pennies from heaven’…
Rhonda and Cyndi’s Penny Pantoums Contest
by nette onclaud
My kismet seemed to have arrived long ago,
With love at first sight.
So long ago, I invited her to see a film.
There in the darkness of the theatre
I was mesmerized by a tune.
A prince, disguised as a gardener,
Sang of his love to his princess.
“Take my hand, I’m a stranger in paradise.”
How true I thought. From there I sat
With my newfound date, lovely as a rose.
Dare I take her hand, would I be in paradise?
We were not in wonderland, a garden
Adorned with fragrant flowers
And peacocks displaying their white
Grand feathers, nor were there exotic trees.
But I dared and took her soft warm hand,
Gave her a tiny squeeze to show I cared.
Then we were in paradise as we softly kissed.
She kept her promise to meet me the next day.
Soon the wedding bells rang and chimed their tune,
And happily, we pledged our vows. This was our kismet.
Such a long time ago, but the song always
Resonated in my mind, “Strangers in Paradise”.
Oh we had our ups and downs, but
Together in full love, we lived in happiness.
Not even death can change our life
Until we will both be in another paradise.
Then we will be strangers no more.
Written: April 29, 2024
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What a riddle our love was!
we embarked on an ariose trip
with balmy stride, we undertook
Elysian and Empyreal it was
a blissful encounter
an idyllic peace is meant to be,
a serendipitous path
crystal levels of azure size,
our spirits entwined
before we ever knew
we're infatuated now,
It rings with truth.
One's pulse quickens
In every kismet,
I never expected to feel this way
I have proof of that now,
In your grip, my soul resides,
and I will hold on forever
my love is growing stronger,
you are aware of the flow of time.
Our love is euphoric,
every day, I express my felicity,
for love unforeseen,
I was bestowed with a gift,
you unexpectedly invaded my life,
It spun my world around,
wreaking pandemonium
While we were together.
In awe, my heart soars, spellbound.
love is unexpected and divine.
everything came to fruition
you delight me and warm my heart,
our hearts beat in sync.
Written: May 12, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Quote: “Set yourself on fire and seek those who fan your flame.” By Rumi
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I sliced through the strings
that thawed my dreams in shadow,
tossing them into the time tiara
of celestial orbs and supple styles.
Periwinkle-plum dawns defy time;
Bright blooms grow in cosmic cracks.
Dusk falls on barren land, esoteric embers;
With an aching heart, I walk alone,
serenading with blue lotus meteors.
The wand of Kismet gleams akin to stone,
as cinnamon-glazed magic unravels.
Each shift is a fascinating fight—
light-flecked drape, lyrical elixir, elegies;
curling mulberry-leaf marrow fades.
After the kernel, I strive for clarity
without crash or catharsis, without pain.
A lovely wind touches my smile—
In the pulse of erased promise.
An impending divorce is stipulated.
In echoes of exquisite and ubiquitous,
lavender-sequined crystals of shift,
I sail beyond the rhyming reefs to embrace divorce.
Cut wistful strings, salty lines, diving into rhapsody...
Torn uncanny links below heavy waves,
free to explore unmet routes
amid vanilla plankton tears.
May I find solace in every crooked teal smile.
O, if sepia pearls and reverie state a split,
I release and love what is not meant to stay.
Even with moon megalomania, using past wisdom,
the plants wide wings amid the warm sky
and herbs flexed with a deceased breeze of joy.
I sip in the glorious, gold-and-cherry air,
Clouds of bewilderment have dissipated.
In a captivating cosmos, clarity clings.
Hunger, turmeric-tinted roses follow an idyllic climb,
and whispers shout boldly—unafraid, Nix!
Ominous night glows appear as we fly across the sky.
We claim our position under brilliant beams
and the rose-glazed moon,
while myths merge across endless twilight.
Heartbroken after its fateful odyssey,
among the stars, free from a fixed kismet.
I will sleep calmly, wishing for plum rings
to create a pearlescent paradise.
The Estuary of Esoteric Embers
laces my home with soul-searching chimes,
whistling away in flavors of forgiveness.
Written: September 09, 2025, for contest by Edward Ebah
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She was born beneath a waning moon,
a beautuous whisper in the tohubohu—
intertwined with chaos,
yet lithe as a zeugma in a poet’s breath.
Her name lost to the fog of forgetfulness,
her kismet sealed in a miraculous pact
with Fortune’s flexible fist.
The stars, agog, offered a panoply:
a pavonine tapestry of beauty and danger
a palimpsest of pulchritude and peril.
She danced through the swarm of youth,
filled with forgetfulness,
her lungs a stertorous hymn to breathing,
her heart a riparian ravel of love and myth.
Fortune, affable yet fiendish,
bestowed a dubious crown—
spurious laurels woven from flapdoodle and fard.
The world, a compilation of excessive praise,
sang stories in hackneyed tongues,
while she, a rebel of her own ilk,
resiled from the solace of admiration.
She grasped the gadzookery of glorification,
It's tarantism of desire
It's ischemic hush beneath the applause.
Each accolade is a hollow victory,
each smile a jussive mask
in the penumbra of reality.
Then came the cacophony years—
dyspnea in the soul,
ergophobia in the bones.
She wandered the maelstrom of memory,
a collector of regrets,
her dreams tinged with blood,
Her mornings are packed with petrichor and paucity.
Fear clung to her like fard,
a superstition woven into her identity.
She improvised hope,
but the light grew dim.
Even meliorism, that mellifluous myth,
felt like flapdoodle on the horizon.
Yet still, a spark remained—
a zoetic pulse beneath the shadows.
She started to create new stories,
flexible as a pavonine breeze,
slender as a summary of sorrow.
She found coolness in strangers,
Love in the ductile moments,
and in the petrichor of failure,
a panacea of purpose.
Now she sits beneath an ancient tree,
in harmony with the wind,
her story a palimpsest of ransom and release.
Fortune, that impetuous nemesis,
no longer holds her hostage—
but dances, melodious and mellifluous,
in the ripple of her breath.
She is not free,
But she is no longer bound.
The Age of Summer Love Was Kismet Kissed:
Our summer love began in Gemini
with sultry eves of wooing escapades,
and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh
my lust you stirred with strumming serenades.
Romance as rich as black queen tulip skies
adorned with precious gems of bijou light,
before they’d lose their lustre to sunrise
you’d shower me with diamonds of the night.
Impassioned kisses filled my sails with love,
a rhumba full of rapture neath the stars
with rhythmic teasing, undulations of
unbridled flame of Venus and my Mars.
The time of Libra brings a cool to days ~
still, autumn love sets aging leaves ablaze.
Our Ageless Love Was Kismet Kissed:
Yes, my love, our joining was truly Fate
for immediately we both just knew,
hope had bellowed it is never to late
my destiny was love and life with you!
Love, ours glistening rubies and pearls
hot-love feasts served upon long golden trays,
memories, night love bathes in heated swirls
greatest treasure my soul embraces today!
In paradise my heart sought your soft touch
sweet embrace and curves of your luscious lips,
non-stop, crescendo was almost to much
on this earth, we took such heavenly trips!
Our fated romance proves that true love stays~
through it all, thick and thin, sorrowful grays
Susan Ashley
May 15, 2018
(a sonnet duet: an inspired response to “The Age of Summer Love”)
'Our Ageless Love Was Kismet Kissed'
Robert Lindley
May 19, 2018
*(Black) Queen of Night Tulip: a velvety deep maroon-black tulip*