Long Lovelorn Poems

The nanosecond bad a** to risk romance

Twenty first century technology
allows, enables, and provides
instantaneous virtual unconsummated love.

Within the course of a texting or sexting session
one lovelorn lad (or grown man)
can fabricate a faux impression
with the young...

Read More

Mythology Revealed:
Endymion was a mortal man, perhaps a shepherd, 
who had a countenance of sheer beauty. He was fond 
of the mystic moon and her aura of light. This was a 
love affair between a...

Read More

When the sun hangs low
by scarlet-threaded silk, 
you'll find my soul
waltzing in the womb of woodland
like a viking warrior, 
where I'm rooted ~ 
beyond decaying diamonds, 
as life unfolds a watercolor symphony
falling from the canopy...

Read More

I stopped to stool siphon sip on a cool blue 
circumstance in the means between the in 
times loath listening to complacent
poetic prostitutional practice of stir my friends 
ego echoes doing the same f. u....

Read More

Based on the famous linguist, poet Humayun Azad Sir's poem "SAB KICHU NOSHTODER ODHIKARE JABE". However, it is not an exact English translation from Bengali. Edited in different places with tense. Apologies for any mistake...

Read More

The nights are cold and days are so long
My life’s passing just writing a song
Song for the girl I’ve loved so true
From bottom of my heart and through



That’s only way to express my feelings for...

Read More

DORMANT DREAMS, INTENSE - THEIR YEARNINGS

The night has erupted 
in a thunderous bedlam. 
As it comes crashing, 
an unrelenting downpour,
volcanic its intensity, 
lashing out its love—or 
Is it lovelorn fury—
in sheets of slanting rain

It’s a...

Read More

Colures transposed orbits closed whence derive the rains of rose?
Across million mileage magic and magnitude are striding
O'er holistic horizon svelteness and smoothness are sliding
Meridian framed parallax tamed whither swash the rains of rose?
Spray by spray,...

Read More

We were once a pair of flying, floating, diving doves
Warming on wintry days under weathered wooden eaves
We swayed and swirled with ecstatic, electric pleasure.
In synchronized steps to the rising and lilting measure, 
	
We meandered down...

Read More

Correspondence 

©? 2024 Karianne Gabaldon 

(Verse 1)

It’s an itch impossible to scratch
Tears too unfeasible to cry
Skin too thick to bleed
A fabricator that just cannot lie

In a broken, haunted courtroom 
The lawyer called this a case...

Read More

Platonic Relationships

Look at the 1st quarter moon of the 7th
Day of the 7th month in the naked sky.
Japan celebrating Tanabata festival
There! The two stars Vega and Altair
Vega neglecting her weaving and
Altair allowed the cows to...

Read More

She slips in late, almost every day,
begins her work, though it’s mostly play,
first catches up with her office mates---
every detail, her loves and her hates;
each story repeated several times or more,
to everyone passing her wide-open...

Read More

Supine, his fathomless eyes fixed 
     on clusters of grey clouds suspended above him.
       He's busy licking festering wounds of regret.
    ...

Read More

Look at the 1st quarter moon of the 7th
Day of the 7th month in the naked sky.
There! The two stars Vega and Altair
Blinded by love like Yaksha & his beloved
In the Bard Kalidas’s epic poem...

Read More

Tanabata
Look at the 1st quarter moon of the 7th
Day of the 7th month in the naked sky.
There! The two stars Vega and Altair
Blinded by love like Yaksha & his beloved
In the Bard Kalidas’s epic poem...

Read More

(I am with my published four books of poems.)

I breathe poetry wielding a tool, mighty, 
mightier than either the sword or rod.
I reign as an Empress in Fancy's domain,
sketching life in ornate motifs and mode.

I...

Read More

                                  ...

Read More

My favorite word. . . now what could that be?
To choose it, I have to think so carefully.
If I choose by its meaning, I simply can’t find
one word most important; this boggles my mind.

My favorite...

Read More

Could it be the state of tranquility 
Despite the times they are being loquacious
Or this event of serendipity
For meeting this person quite so gracious

Is it his presence is a sweet lagniappe
Or their bond that caused...

Read More

Krishna grew up in Gokul town with foster parents. He was not only the darling of his parents who pampered him, but the whole township, caught in his charms, loved him. He won the hearts...

Read More

“What Does It Take to Win Your Love for Me?”       
A golden oldie’s lyrics—soulful, sad—
blend with my thoughts on love I thought we had,
but I saw only what I...

Read More

Here in Bolehland, one video clip is making its viral round...
A staged episode of how talking to strangers can be far from sound...

The power of black magic via touch or suggestion...
Must be serious enough to...

Read More

Oh, Ravi Varma, you are a legend! 
When I look at this Indian postage stamp 
(brought out in your honour),
a miniature of your self-portrait 
with the inset of your painting 
of the legendary Damayanti 
with...

Read More

I turn and run down to the wet places where fawns remedy  their 
thirst from the waterbrooks.  Panting, I fall to my knees and gather buttercups, 
crowsfoots, hellebore and peonies and grind the...

Read More

I am deserted aged man,
Searching something,
Fills my lonesome life;
Sitting in chair outside bungalow,
With 4 luxury rooms and 5 maids;
Surrounded by virgin mountains,
All greenery exhilarating view;
fluttering cool dancing lake,
making vibrant teasing sound;
birds sitting on tree too...

Read More