Long Lamp Poems
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With empty sacks we arrive and depart.
In between, sucked in the abyss of enticement,
metamorphose into compulsive slaves of greed to grab,
forget love gives heavenly satisfaction of giving.
In the inferno of temporal passion corporeal
the flare laced by the shimmer of luring lust
debases the depthless feeling of fabulous fondness,
but in blooming love it shines as lustrous petals.
The chase of shifting mirage in the ego desert
etches the fragile footprints of false domination.
The storm of strife over the dune of dwindled life
subsides in inner space of love through submission.
In the blazing cauldron of connived conflict
the sane sense of sobriety turns into cinder,
douses the fire of disdain by the shower of sagacity,
spurting from the love fountain of divine embrace.
In the fragile realm of blatantly opaque lies
deceptive life can’t conceal what it really is.
In the ultimate perception of existential actuality
divine love defines the domain of truth transparency.
In the flicker of the creator’s lamp within the extant
love illumines the awareness of unity in divergence.
As life on cradle of devotion swings in flipping time
innate impulses cause the rotation of realization polarity.
Silently you smiled from far peeping me
Smiled silently with mind of lonely
Smiled from far seeing me
Peeped through the chink of door
You’re looking what I had done
Smiled with luscious lips of bending new moon
You smiled on my wearing lungi on fatty belly
From far you smiled soothingly
But when I wanted to be closed on your smiling
then you moved away other side,
You’re smiling on my activities that-
what I’d been eating, what I’d been drinking,
what I’d been watching, what I’d been reading
You smiled and peeped always me
when I wore official cloths
then you smiled,
when I got out to office
then you smiled
smiled an innocent fair smiling
from far silently
When I came back to home from office
I found you staring on me with adoring smiling,
You looked at me through window sash
How I’d been changing the official dress
How I’d been refreshing myself
How I’d been showering by tube well water
You stared me standing under coconut tree
Lamp of evening lit up in your home
Also my mother lit up the candle light, hurricane
Over the sky, God also lit up the evening light
by the full moon and twinkling stars,
When I went to your ingenuous staring
and said on that true light- I love you.
You left me without reply by smiling
This was much known to me
and you went to your own home of mind
By course of time- All moments had been passing on,
passing on the day, the week and the month.
You, only, gave smiling,
Smiled on me with lovely face, graceful lips
This immaculate, flawless, graceful smiling
I loved very much,
I said on uncountable true lights,
on flawless shining of sun, many times-
I, only, love you. Do you love me?
No answer you gave me without silent smiling,
without sight of mysterious eyes,
without hypnotizing power of dancing body
on your went back zigzag path of smiling
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-October 31, 2018 Chattogram
the night is dark
man in the moon disembark
awful chilling and spooky
b o o , b o o ... soupy
no one in sight
even under bright
old street lamp light
daunted and stark
black cat in the park
old owl yon hark
melodies meadow lark
jet siren echo
chirping geckos
along the eaves
full of wet leaves
in the distance
coexistence
lethal bald eagle
loud in gleeful
ever peaceful
frogs and doggies bark
leave a soggy mark
scarecrow in stitches
monsters in britches
broomstick hurls its witch
over devils ditch
ghost do boast
bats hang undermost
thumping pumpkins
dancing munchkins'
ugly and mean
all convene for Halloween
10/31/2020
Children Story
Happy Halloween Soup Friends
I sleep for minutes at a time
And wake up with more on my mind
It’s not enough to be king of it all
When you see how quickly you’ll fall
Can you feel the weight of the sea
As the waves crash and the wheel weaves?
This silken home can’t comfort the past
The weeds have dug too deep to last
Violence paints a red streak across the walls
It taints our thoughts and beckons our calls
Bits of dreams are stripped and dashed
As shells of humans line the paths
What’s my purpose?
Tell me now I need a reason
What can I stand for?
I feel too weak to stand for something
Can you tell me at least
Am I a man or a beast?
I can’t tell anymore
As we both slam the door
I’ve lost my mind through a lifetime of self abuse
The gaps through my mind leave a trail of excuses
I can’t find a way out of this darkness
A lamp and a map can’t span the emptiness
So I’ll cut off a limb for each mistake I’ve caused
I’ll leave nothing but a black spot on our walls
My last piece of art is left at its best
Your broken heart inside my bleeding chest
Listen to my song of hope,
my pen flows, it's that river
seeking the calmest sea;
will God hear this plea?
Disunity causes great fear;
no, heart I won't grope
and stumble on untruths,
that's what I truly despise.
It's harmony that
makes us sing,
it's togetherness
that thrills our spirits
to do amazing things.
Listen to my song of hope,
speak up of you disagree;
in this mirror I see clearly,
morality advices
and guides me.
I reject hypocrisy
in all I do and say,
God is behind me:
He's my shield;
I'll avoid a slippery slope.
You are free to do what
you will, I obey my Lord:
He's the lamp in darkness ,
that thunder that sends
shivers to each spine;
fear Him when it strikes,
stay calm, get off cloud nine,
no sky ever remains calm.
Listen to my song of hope,
this body is the creation
of His hands: take care of it,
its a fact, every lesson has its scope;
avoid sin, choose salvation.
I know the living room shifted
when you visited—
lamp there, easy chair there,
the half-scrolled—
her scrib—
turning its face.
Why
Your soft hand in mine—
a broken latch—won’t… catch—
a backdoor
left open
for someone who never comes—
him… maybe—
Your grief leaks through me,
ghost…draft—chills
I can’t—
My pink blanket—
was it here—
was it—
your voice… somewhere—
I am the ho— home… was… I—
you grew up in.
The lintels groan.
Loose.
The basement—bins—boxes—
blue wedding al—
satin ribbon—faint of wet cedar—
faded—
bleached walls—
dark… pond—
seeping up through the floorboards
your felt-pen on the wall,
small shoes on the stairs
the widow’s candle—winnowing—
the garden gone to weeds—
fresh bread Saturday mornings—
I smell it baking
though I can’t—
I am not.
Not yet.
But something is slipping—
through me
past me
hiding
out of reach—
out of touch—
olly olly
in—
free
Come… find me.
Get me.
Please.
Before the living rooms dissolve
and forget you—
my big girl—
my—
my tears
fade with them.
warm… buttermilk—
You’re—
whose…
daughter
Transcending Time
Or even space
I read your words
I see your face
I see a quill
Within your hand
So many words
I understand
I see the lamp
Beside your bed
And sunlight
On your gardener
Head
Gentle and small...
And powerful
Written words
In day
Or night
Emily's Pen
A
Sheer delight
A quiet weaver
On the loom
Of poetry
In times
Far room
And here you share
You share with me
The glow of sweet
Humility
A private
Gaze
Humanity
With Light that filters
Through the pain
I ponder so
Again, again
The I-thought arises, then disappears,
so the practice is to get hold of it,
before we’re hypnotised and ego leers,
that lamp of awareness in heart be lit.
Blink and we’ll miss it, so hold firm focus,
examining the I-thought’s very source,
which lies far beyond the space-time locus,
cognised in silence, without use of force.
The Self when polarised becomes the ‘I’,
to navigate this earth life’s harsh terrain,
where heart feeling limitations does sigh,
when it chooses to wear the ego-chain.
Freedom or bondage, is for us to choose ~
As both dreamer and dreamed, what’s our excuse
Words: Use the following words in a poem. Pretzels, shout, threshold, pine, now, sulfur, ladybug, percolate, cap and lamp
Let’s give a shout out
to the one who eats hot
salty soft pretzels.
Who holds a pine scented
lamp that sputters and flares
in the darkest night.
While they watch gooey
black tar percolate from
the bowls of the earth.
A cautious ladybug creeps
across the felt cap of
of the pretzel eater.
Now is the time to swat
the nefarious ladybug
as she steels across their cap.
Smack! The ladybug is
no more as a sudden soft scent
of sulfur permeates the air.
Beakons of Hope
Free my will finally at last
Reasons unknown
God keep me from being destructive to myself
Highly sought is your Favor, to keep me from despairing in my lonely thoughts
I have at night
The Devil doesn't know it, it's his own foot that is caught in the snare
As I seek your guidance and look to the stars to find my path
What is known, it all depends on You
It's all in Your hands
What the Future brings, Oh! my God I hope to see you there
In Heaven where I store my treasure
I only hope to see your face
That I smile and put away this put away this gloomy feeling that I have
As a lamp your word lights my path
As I observe your Holiness
It's the example to my eyes
Help me to realize what to do at the moment I cry for help
Let it be as a reminder to all those who have been in a jam