Long Lotus Poems
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In the domain of dainty dawn gentle zephyr flows,
rippling the lustrous facade of the placid lake.
On the lap of the silky lotus leaf floating lonely,
rolls restless a dazzling drop of water.
The sparkling rays of the rising sun
transform it into an opalescent pristine pearl,
that the leaf embraces with love lest it falls,
but doesn’t get attached to its possession.
As under the sun the lake water simmers
within the cauldron of the scorching day,
the lotus leaf singed by the burning heat
scrunches up to see the end of its time soon.
As destined, the water drop wistfully dries up,
freed by the unattached longing of the leaf,
and disappears with the drifting air to obscurity,
for it’s a transient entity, never possessed.
On the wilted leaf in the twilight of my languid life,
floating on the ebbing tide of the consumed time,
my essence turns into a drop of elixir I embrace,
as it glows detached under the divine light.
Enveloped by the patina of permanent peace,
my soul lies within the fold of sublime serenity,
waiting to be released unpossessed,
to merge with the absolute one in the eternity.
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November 5, 2022
Contest : Writing Challenge-Unburden A "U" Word
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Sitting on the cusp of dusk and evening
Placidly he ruminates where life has been
When she still believed in vibrant springs
And exulted dawning of purple mornings
Echoing exuberance of seasons’ calling
Fragile, yet colorful, as autumnal leaves
Delicate, aesthetic, as snowflakes falling--
Until she chose to surrender her dreams.
Oh! how fervently she cherished streams
Zigzagging ebulliently on their property
Digging lanes through prairies dark green,
Giggling, rushing, curving, on life-journey,
Pointing zealously, how to redirect destiny
Hosting daydreams of daffodils, milkweeds,
And tranquil bliss edifying lotus sanctuary.
Pity, neither did he feel her zestful appeal,
Nor could he allay those spaces left empty--
Between life as it is, and life that could be--
Saddled by incongruence defying harmony.
Lonesome he wailed tracing her footprints:
Cheered birds singing, doted stars twinkling,
Breathed-in her air scented with jasmines,
Buzzed in moth-passions of nocturnal winds,
Gazed deep woods where moon was rising,
And found her there, but not her meaning.
Yet, she came by, reminiscing through time,
Staying long enough, scanning the night skies--
But much as she tried, the Venus didn’t smile,
Alas! when she left, that was final goodbye.
April 28, 2021
Poem of the day on April 29, 2021
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Forlorn Hope
Guys, please lend me your pointed ears , The happy new year brings new beginnings, Try to forget the past sad events, peers, Believe the new year and new innings. Listen, monotheism is very very strong, Where there is the practice of polytheism, Monogamy is mighty in society so long, Where there is polygamy idealism. A deer lives happily in the meadows, Where there is a wild tiger existence, Lotus can grow well in pond's ooze, And it doesn't change its consistence. The world moving towards religious fanaticism, It is dangerous for a successful democracy, Identity is not better than humanitarianism, Citizens should go against autocracy. We have to face up to the upcoming challenges, They may be different in each and every country, If wage war against economic imbalances, Then only humanism will grow earthly.
Simple is the way to be free
Know we are soul, not body-mind
Leave all fears and desires behind
Unshackle soul from our mind tree
Thoughts bisect whilst heart unifies
If heart’s quiescent, ego dies
Make head and heart with love agree
Resolve all conflicts in love’s womb
Witness then our heart lotus bloom
Be at peace, joyous and carefree
For life’s merely a lucid dream
Frolic with joy on love’s moonbeam
Use soul’s eye, mirrorlessly see
Our true Self is pure living light
Always drenched in bliss beat’s delight
Simple is the way to be free
Unshackle soul from our mind tree
Make head and heart with love agree
Be at peace, joyous and carefree
Use soul’s eye, mirrorlessly see
Mantis eyes magnetised her sister’s heart
felt its imprisoned glint of gold
willed it to enlarge into a
lotus leaf upon a sea
It floats on a lake of blood before
dawn turning hot burning blue
heat of her own blood
gold of her own heat
‘Let her not drown in
bloodied gold of red
running thick and deep’
So she murmured, so they did
To a shore of soft sand
Heart sailed escorted by
obsidian lidded dragons
gloomy gold unshackling
Guts, throat, tongue
puddle, pond, lake of
blood transmuted to turquoise
gold and blood morphing
Cupids created decoupage dishes
with bloodied dollars gold
called for another stint
to alchemise pentacles cold
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PUBLISHED: Edge of Humanity Magazine
September 26
Springtime facade shines
in embellished topography,
embroidered enshrined on
Monet landscape,
luminous
in effervescent elegance
with sparkle of blue lagoon
in dreaming ebullient eyes,
entranced,
and with lustrous lotus petals
of luscious lips
fervent,
painted on silken canvas
of magnetic countenance,
carved with narcissistic contours
of innate pride
with dormant Dorian Gray syndrome
subdued.
The sands of time
roll over wrinkled canvas,
winter twilight spider weaves
webs of facial furrows
of creased contentment,
empty eyes gaze,
forlorn
at weathered wasteland,
the lips of faded flower lose
passion patina,
enticing once,
hedonist psyche refuses
to gauge the grief of loss,
trapped in transient notion
sanguine,
for what is a face
if not a metaphor
for proclivity panorama,
the enduring snapshot
capturing mesmeric moments
in timeless frame
of concealed charisma,
contained.
Like a sage rock in gushing river stream,
like a lone hawk gliding the fast storm winds,
like a baby asleep at mother’s breast,
let in calmness the mind rest.
Like lotus leaf that rain drops do not wet,
like a still axle despite moving wheel,
Like central pole that holds merry-go-round,
Let serenity abound.
Let the eyes perceive the events around,
Let the noisy sound waves bounce all around,
Let not life be a chase of hare and hound,
look within soul, peace is found!
Written 09/02/2021
Joy Continuum poetry contest
Unseeking seeker
10,10,10, 7 three stanzas
rhyme sequence of last two lines of first two stanza
and all the lines of last stanza as mono rhyme.
a different form attempted.
I am a six foot blonde from your township,
my high heeled naked long legs men worship,
my pretty face is fair as the lotus,
am contesting to be your next POTUS!
you are wondering If can do the Job,
half the past senate have been my heartthrob,
had the pleasure of working under them,
know the hole from where their policies stem!
first I shall recolour white house to pink,
all staff will be trained to whistle and wink,
tight latex will be official dress code,
business as usual in new abode!
shall shape the economy like my rear,
pink, smooth, firm, rounded, attractive and fair!
foreign policies will be like my bust,
big, attractive but false silicon dust!
have launched more rockets than any other,
so for your space program look no further,
am better than all presidents before,
I shall screw the country till you are sore!
6th placement
written 25/02/2021
Matt Caliri sponsored
If I was President contest
20 lines 10 ayllables each line
The tributes keep pouring in and my heart is singing a wonderful hymn
The lines are getting longer and the passions are getting stronger
They stormed the streets in a hundred thousand throng; people of all color and creed, husbands and wives holding hands and little children marching along with flowers tied up in bundle to express their love for the diseased queen. The flower memorial is swelling on every corner and the barricades are everywhere giving a touch to the social order.
They come from Europe, the Middle East, Australia and North America. They come from Latin America and the Caribbean; they come from Asia and Africa with gold and silver to show their respect to the queen. The airports are crowed and the hotels are full, all roads lead to London, by air, by sea on land and on foot. They come from France, Germany Italy and Spain, they are all there. The crowd is getting bigger and the passion is growing deeper and my heart is singing a silent tune
The procession began at balmoral estate when the Landrover suddenly broke through the gate carrying the body of the diseased queen and her only daughter accompanying her on the long journey from Scotland to Edinburgh and Buckingham palace in London, cruising through villages and town, farming communities and breakaway cities and the anxious crowd gather in the street showing their love for the queen. The Face of love, faces of pain, somber face, faces that have nothing to gain watch the procession as it journeyed through the winding street to its final destination. I could hear the whispers and the cries and now and again she pulled out a handkerchief to dry up the falling tears.
A sea of flowers converged in the square with a powerful message from the heart. I remember the queen from the start I can see her dainty smile and I imagine sitting with her for a while having a cup of tea. Just yesterday she was with me talking about her family and I am sitting here bearing the weight of her coffin. The dignitaries are coming to town, and they will meet at West Minister to pay homage to the queen. Everyone will meet at west minister Abby to pay the final respect to the queen and so the legacy of the daffodil lives on and the story of cactus hang on the window is showing its sorrow, And the lotus is dancing in the stream.
Nothing beats the summer breeze
The memories of the ones who leave
Lotus flowers smile at me
Saying this will pass, you’ll come to see
Walking in a forest with my shoes in my bag
Wishing I were leaving the town that I have
The year is almost over, and I’m still lying on the grass
The year is almost over, and I still step on broken glass
Pop another Valium
To soothe the attacks
My body’s stiff and stagnant
But now it’s turning back
I just want my mama
She levels out the sad
Wanna go back home
I miss what I had
I miss what hurt me last
My bedroom feels so rotten
As I lay on my stomach
I pray, I pray
For another
Just another solemn day
Oh, how I pray
For the world to spare some change
Please, lord bless my name
Question my camaraderie
Yes, I’m still attached
My mind is always cluttered
Still thinking of the past
I just want some stability
It lets me stay intact
Wanna go back home
I miss what I had
I often fantasize about the year
That left me cracked
Left me bawling tears
Getting high every day
Beach trips and smoking
Some ty friends
Who urged me to stay that way
It was nice while it lasted
Oh so fantastic
I thought everything would be okay
Everything will be okay
That’s what I say
That everything will be okay
That’s what I say
Now that I’m losing my faith