Long Lissom Poems
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A seed lays on the ground
by and by it sprouts
clawing into the soil
digging in deep its tap root
energetically spreading its roots
from its husk a stalk emerges
growing fast it reaches up
harvesting the sun and rain
in stature it climbs skywards
jaunty petals blow in the breeze
kicking out more stems it flourishes
lissom blooms begin to sprout
magnificently they turn to flowers
nurtured by the rich soil
opening they dazzle with colour
quaintly, shyly showing their faces
radiantly reaching for sunlight
soon all too soon they will fade
turning brown as they dry
until the pods open and spread seeds anew which
venture forth to form next years flowers
wise nature sowing her harvest of
xeranthemum flowers that keep their colour
zany in vases retaining their shape for years
I thought and thought. In all the world
Three things touched me, my heart captured:
Sugarcane derivates,
What poet’s pen creates,
And lithe limbs of a lass
That stir, in breeze as grass.
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Translation |24.10.2024| sweet, poems, lissom lass
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. The poet here says, ‘I thought and thought and three things touched inner precincts of my heart: sweets made from sugarcane, penmanship of poets, and a lissom lass’ lithe figure’. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Sanchintya sanchintya jagat samastam,
trayah padaarthaa hridayam pravishhtaah |
Ikshho vikaaraah kritayah kaveenaam,
mugdha-anganaayaa anga tarangitaani ||
Written: February 19, 2024
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Loving with a lucent locus is Lissom,
mooring a mystic's sibylline moves
as Felicity finds me, I float forward,
fusing both fantasies' fused yaws,
a rendezvous with time
rejecting zigzag of a jigsaw mind
love acts as a "kinematic" spark
your pulse kept me vibrant
a wave of love washed over us
yet, venom was tossed onto me
without my love, you won't survive
I am an artist shaping your fate,
our bedtime talks are ethereal.
Your loving bird of paradise
flies from earth to sky.
fuchsia fragranced feathers.
beauteous bliss, priss-phobic parody
enhances mental sensuality.
rain sings a warm tune tonight.
I'm trapped by my heartbeat calm.
I find serene places akin to cascades.
lowering my long-standing anxiety.
I unleash angels' shadows.
who redeems me from deceit?
Fulfilled fears, ritualistic romance,
split subtlety spreads semantics
true, clear steps to achievement
love: related to "pretend" and "extend"
means can indicate a cease
where symptoms swirl
honest answers might seem harsh
watch a wild waltz; wind is winsome,
reconsider before choosing
the dynamic nature of love
is subject to a sporadic storm.
Her heart longs for a reunion,
Ignore grayness of twilight
drifting in scented love letters
crafted on the smooth seashore
stored in translucent glass vessels,
featuring ageless verses
the jars shall traverse estuaries,
that brought her to his hallowed Isle
dotted with perennial blooms
gemmed shells evoke tropical muses,
tomorrow, she'll be by his side,
held by harmless sun-kissed kalon
I sense your silky swell serenading me,
fleeringly, with feeling
your imagination has created me
a vivid version of amethyst and deep sapphire,
voicing in verse, vibrant verve unfetter me
Your intriguing muse has a bright spirit.
If in the flushing garden path you walk entranced forlorn,
the purple sun of the dawn’s seraphic sky embraces you,
you’ll see my heart in the crimson lines of cloud up above,
there you won’t be lonely, for I won’t ever leave you.
If on the waves of the desert dunes you trudge desolate,
trace the melting mirage to the sundown hazy horizon,
you’ll reach the verdant oasis sprawling in my olive heart,
there you won’t be lonesome, for I won’t ever desert you.
If on the golden sands of the satin beach you pace alone,
the rolling waves adorn pearly lattice on your lissom feet,
you’ll feel my heart’s cadence in the cascade of moonbeam,
there you won’t be lost, for I won’t ever forsake you.
If on the surging stream of boundless love you float adrift,
meander the unanchored life on the plateau of yearning,
you’ll hear in murmuring ripples the symphony of my heart,
there you won’t be dismayed, for I won’t ever disown you.
June 18, 2020
For Brian Strand Contest : Completely Your Choice (14)
Written: May 29, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Brian Strand
2nd place contest winner
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Renaissance style of Botticelli’s Flora and the Zephyr painting?
I weave my garland, fragrant, fair,
around your lissom, radiant frame;
my whisper joins your answering air,
a hymeneal wind, aflame.
I wrap you in the zephyr’s breath,
that stirs your bewitching grace;
my swelling tide, your supple depth,
rise radiantly, leaving no trace.
You swell with gratitude and song,
to my opulent lullaby;
your crimson vestal, festal strong,
my flowered liberty.
The bloom I lift, it quivers light,
its pulse a tremor, soft and shy;
silken whispers surrender bright,
to spring’s eternal sigh.
Enchanted echoes link and flow,
no gate in holy clasp withstood;
from the seeds of vow florets grow,
never deny your silken hood.
Your splendor sparkles, Flora, bold,
our forces paired in flame;
woven warmth the west wind holds,
and breathes your blooming name.
Coupling offers both spring and wind,
Profoundly linked, empathetic, and divine.
Fates forge ties with the affluent and kind,
Flora and Zephyr an intertwined sign.
In the flushing garden path
we walked entranced,
the scarlet sun with the spectrum of dawn
held us within the sequins of sparkling sky.
You saw my heart contoured
in the crimson curves of cloud,
but not for very long,
for the rainstorm melted the sky,
I disappeared beyond the rainbow arch.
Over the waves of the desert dunes,
we trudged with rhythmic exuberance,
until I melted away like mirage.
You reached the verdant oasis,
sprawling with the pulse of my olive heart,
swept away by the desert storm
of yearning lost in opaque oblivion.
On the silver sands of the satin beach
we traced the entwined fervent footprints.
The rolling waves adorned
the pearly lattice on your lissom feet.
As the tide of time erased my trail,
you now walk with poignant impulse
through the miasma of cascading moonbeam
that has dissolved my nocturnal essence.
The dazzling dawn of desire veneers
your heart’s horizon with halcyon hues,
spreads the sunburst tinges
of my timeless longing for you,
you remember blushed aglow
your emotive epitome long time ago,
painted the panorama of golden garden
in your heart’s canvas,
blooming with the luster of lost love.
Wandering listless in the wasteland
of the waned memory of belonging,
your tear drops roll on the garden path,
wrapped with bronze leaves of the fall.
Their rustle echoes your songs for me,
long lost beyond the still shore of silence.
When in the seraphic spring
you’re embraced by euphoria,
you will never know
how much I miss your world
where I do not exist.
In the flushing garden path
we walked entranced,
the scarlet sun spreading the spectrum of dawn,
held us within the sequins of the sparkling sky.
You saw my heart contoured
in the crimson curves of clouds,
but not for very long,
for the rainstorm ravaged the sky,
I disappeared beyond the rainbow arch.
Over the wavering waves of the desert dunes,
we trudged with rhythmic exuberance,
until I melted away like mirage.
You reached the verdant oasis,
sprawling as the pulsating tapestry
of my olive heart,
swept away by the desert storm of yearning,
lost in the miasma of opaque oblivion.
On the silver sands of the satin beach
we traced the entwined fervent footprints.
The rolling waves embroidered
the pearly lattice on your lissom ivory feet.
As the tides of time erased my trail,
you now walk with poignant impulse
through the mist of cascading moonbeam
that has dissolved my nocturnal quintessence.
The dazzling dawn of desire veneers
your heart’s horizon with halcyon hues,
spreads the sunburst tinges
of my timeless longing for you,
you remember blushing aglow
your emotive epitome fossilized long time ago,
painting the panorama of golden garden
in your heart’s canvas,
blooming with the luster of the lost love.
Wandering listless in the wasteland
of the waned memory of belonging,
your tear drops roll on the garden path,
wrapped with the bronze leaves of the fall.
Their rustle echoes your songs for me,
long lost beyond the still shore of silence.
When in the seraphic spring
you're embraced by the ethereal essence of euphoria,
you'll never know
how much I miss your world
where I do not exist.