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From among the poets who fired my imagination
whom shall I choose, can’t bring myself to pick
and place from dozens, just one above all the rest!
With all romantics in line, the one who has touched
my heart chords most, is none other than John Keats
In my eyes, he wears the mantle of a great poet
for the sheer beauty of his diction and the images
woven in the loom of his exorbitant fancy,
tumbling one on another!
Sad the scythe of Fate cut him down at the age of 25!
Had he survived the autumnal blasts and seen the beauty
of lovesome springs and sunny summers unfolding
none could have been commensurable to him in name or fame
When seasons change and summer loosens its fiery grip,
who cannot but welcome Keats’ Autumn,
the ‘Season of mist and mellow fruitfulness?
When I hear a lone bird singing in the far fringes of the woodlands
I strain my neck to see if it’s Keats’ Nightingale
staying unseen and ‘pouring forth its soul in such ecstasy’
Ode on a Grecian Urn lifted him to stellar fame
who saw, in the rustic scene painted on the Urn,
life in its fullness, but’ frozen in time’
where he identified beauty and truth as one
‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty’- his immortal line
keeps resounding and its echoes rippling in hearts many
Sad, like a rose whose petals were knocked down
from its stalk by the mighty wind’s powerful breath,
he fell, but stays deathless among the dead
emanating sweet fragrance in the surrounding air
and his ‘plaintive anthem’ never ‘fades’,
Jan.16.2023
~ Placed tenth~
Beloved Poets Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina McIntosh
An echo of lovesome passion, an inspiration of unborn theme,
A muse hypnotic, adept at composing aspirations of my dream,
Omnipresent voice of being, poetry is my love, eternal as time,
Shaping expressions of mind, embellishing moments sublime.
Strumming music enamored, resounding from tenor of heart,
Humming chorus of life, emanating tunes lauding poetic art;
Melodies I compose, musings inimitable, to her they belong,
Lyrics woven in waltzing words; she’s been a refrain of my song.
She is sunshine glinting my day, a shiny star glistening my night,
My companion on journeys opulent, she’s been my utmost delight;
Yet, the contours of her bold imagination, I cannot ever define,
Neither can I restrict her freedom, nor her notions can I confine.
Moody yet engaging, fondly she paints tapestries of my mind,
Luring me to paradise~ metaphors, simile, cogently designed,
Tiptoeing in my amorous view, enticing me with reveries anew,
Softly as sun’s crimson rays, twinkle gems from morning dew.
Poetry is my spring, she is my summer, she’s elixir for my soul,
She’s fuchsia beauty on rosy arc of dawn, doting sights extol;
Alluring, charming, she’s resplendence gold, of autumn’s show,
She’s pure, snow-covered meadows, a season of falling snow.
As I am growing older and life becoming lonelier,
The past beckons, and though I had almost tossed it out,
The idea of going back to my native land and my people
Now grows in me as an urgency with no trace of doubt.
I shall go, my soul flying faster than my supple limbs
To perch on my native land that I left long time ago
To see the changes, these intervening years have brought
And to revive the glorious past that in me still aglow
To listen again to the melodious tunes, half forgotten
To laugh and talk with my one- time bosom friends
To enjoy a life lighter and less demanding
Free of all finesse, rid of all stilted and crazy trends
I shall visit each of my lovesome former haunts
The parish church and my parents' forlorn graves
I shall go to the village school which I loved the best
That still resurrects in me memories, waves on waves
I shall go wandering through the country roads
Listen to birds' shrill calls, lovely and clear
Watch the smile rekindling old familiar faces
And enjoy the sweet rustic air, dust free and pure
I want to watch the Gulmohar in opulent bloom
Feel the scent of jasmines opening at night
Walk through the paddy fields stretching endless
Enjoy all the rural scenes that greatly delight
Climb the small hill where gooseberries grow
Wind down my way to my friends’ quarters
And travel farther to the river side with my pals
To have a dip in the river's cool and clear waters
Oh, I shall be away from the roaring crowd for ever
And relish the peace and quiet, free of all grinding chores
Cling to life's commonplace things and charms
Find my own footing there, never to be back to alien shores!
After the misty snow, with the sun’s Aurelian caress,
Men get out of their homes to feel the kiss of the early beams
The air is now resonant with avian chatter.
Jungles echo the joys of untrammelled life,
As birds and animals have reclaimed their space
There is a newness as sprouts appear on every tree.
Daffodils and tulips push through the crust of the earth.
Their delicate petals unfold one by one,
As the breeze at dawn nudges them flirtatiously.
Fields of wildflowers stretch endlessly.
Oh, what a beatific lovely sight!
Verdant leaves flutter in sweet murmurs
Which can be heard only by attentive ears.
The wind too sings a sweet serenade.
The creek that flows down the hill with grace
Makes a sweet dulcet sound.
A chant builds amid the wavelets of the stream.
Life comes alive as musical incantations flow out,
From the open beaks of the cuckoo and the thrush.
Do you hear as I do the serenade of nature?
The warbling of birds, the murmur of winds
The babbling of the brooks, the sound of the soft landing
Of delicate dew drops on the stretching meadows.
As I listen to the symphonies of lovesome spring
My soul dances like a dew drop on a rose petal.
Exploring lovesome impulses of quixotic themes
Promises we exchanged of allures romantic
Enticing maiden passions in realm of fantasies
Strumming heart rhythms’ emboldened music
Embellishing sweet lyrics of enchanted instincts,
Pursuing fervid dreams, longing forever bliss;
But only till you extolled of marriage and family
Seeking permanence from immature feelings
Lacking self-confidence, afraid of uncertainty,
Phobic of commitment, fearful of inabilities;
Youthful, unwitting, timidly choosing to flee,
Abandoning blossoms of life’s budding prairies.
I never wonder what our lives could have been
For you still enchant my unfulfilled memories
Smiling back happily, beaming with your family,
Much alike you envisioned life for you and me
If only I had dared to welcome zealous calling,
Sailing to placid paradise, you once imagined.
But regrets do not dwell on hills of our destinies
For separately we found our voices of harmony
As we stay in touch and revere our blessings
Wishing for each other life’s blooming springs,
Spreading goodwill, lauding wisdom of aging,
Leaving behind fantasies of untrodden themes.
November 9, 2022
Placed 1st: I Chose to Run, but Had I stayed, Things Would
Have Benn Like… Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Bask and bathe
In river red
Lay down to sleep
In fire’s bed
I tell a tale
Of lovers lost
A legend of death
At twice the cost
Muse of beauty
So lovesome indeed
A look at her visage
One’s heart doth soon bleed
Prompt and denying
Through the sea of her suiters
She saw a man leaving
But her words left sooner
Come, she told him
Her voice hit his ear
He turned his head quickly
And she drew him in near
She whispered sweet nothings
And he fell every time
She sang him a song
And she rhymed him a rhyme
She had him hooked
For he was now so in love
He could not quite tell
Whom she reminded him of
Someone he knew
Of great fame, she was
An angel, he thought
Or something above
But in fact he was wrong
And soon he could tell
She was no angel
But a shadow from Hell
He remembered her quick
And tried to draw back
He had known her before
She was dead, he knew that
His former flame
Whom he had burnt out
Yes, he was sure this was her
Of this, he had no doubt
He had gotten bored
But she loved him so
When he told her to leave
She did not want to go
He snuffed out her light
And buried her deep
Now the woman was here
And began to quiet weep
She grabbed the man’s arm
And opened up the floor
Engulfing them in flames
And they both were seen no more
Bask and bathe
In river red
Lay down to sleep
In fire’s bed
I finish my tale
And plead you of this
Remember your past
I ask, I insist
I hear the tea pot singing
With the amber liquid sizzling
I see spouts of vapor ejecting
With sweet aroma spreading
A cup of hot steaming tea
Revives us on every morning
As we sip it when we scan the news
We feel the early languor lifting
Nothing like a cup of well blended tea
For a tired soul to enliven his body
Its delicious taste and delicate fragrance
Make it everyone’s lovesome buddy
A heavenly drink for the torpid minds
A beverage brewed from the best of herbs
A magic potion for the feverish lips
Which in tiresome hours, everyone yearns
Tea time is the pleasant family time
How we babble and burble over a cup of tea
Drawing people closer, cementing relations
Sure, it’s a time to look forward with glee
Submitted for- A Brian Strand Standard Choice Poetry Contest
Placed First
April.22. 2022
Placed 9th
Anything You Want- New Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Chantelle Anne Cooke
Withered meadows of yesteryears ache, recalling memories forlorn,
As discords of then mourn, assailing vibes of now, emotions torn;
Yet I believe, love would have still vouched~ together we belong,
If only you knew, how to strum, sensuous rhythms of our love-song.
Gracing my embrace, lovingly you caress, my jilted sleepless night,
And on every dawning horizon, you still are, the halo of my delight;
As I believe, episode of love, would always write a lovesome theme,
If only you knew, you have long been, epitome of my romantic dream.
You bedazzle my memory, beaming grin of an enamored glance,
Being my Cinderella, avowing to rekindle fairy-tale of romance;
As I believe, you would still be the music, pulses-cadent impart,
If only you knew, you are the seductress, plucking strings of my heart.
In realms of desires, chasing bliss of your love, my passions call-out,
When you are in amorous cuddle, hypnotized by grip of fervent clout;
As earnestly I believe, you would love me still, even from miles afar,
If only you knew, you have been my aura, my fulgent northern-star.
Birds that always sung for you, serenade you, lauding your name,
Spurred by fond recollections, applauding memoirs of love’s acclaim;
And I believe, words unsaid would not be uttering, a sigh of regret,
If only you knew, love we shared, pledges eternal shall never forget.
When our eyes first met, in an evening's glow of twilight
the moon was rising, the world disappeared
I saw only you
we enjoyed a calm merriment
as love's breath crossed the unmeasurable distance
where we found a glistening glimmer of sensual glint
no words were spoken, none were needed
your eyes invited an enduring treasured moment of created memory
which will last through the harvest of our day's sweet nectared blossoms
and light the dim-lit nights
of entangled romantic interludes of welcomed fervor
wrapped in the wondrous arms of wonder
found in the silhouette of lovers painted in the moon-lit dark
where our souls reveal their ambrosia, without fear
in love's timeless universe of warm adoring realms of restive emotion
found in the eyes of paradise from our first greeting
when our eyes first met
sundown raised a golden toast to star-shows lovesome muse
vesper's champagne goosebumped in our veins
and filled a vacant streambed with a shifted stream
a plenished ribbon tying the juicy bow of our dewy dream
as sparks rained down we fell like two falling stars
showered in the shimmer of our dark-sky eyes
ready for the heady rush we rushed headlong
tipsy on the musk of jasmine air
a flower tucked behind one ear
petal-soft lips in search of honey sips
with readiness flaunted like an arched red bloom
as shadows supple like summer vines seized the Venus light
costly the mossy mat beneath our sleek backs
while the phlox moon blushed a pinkened swoon with our surrender
when our eyes first met west of sunset
the evening-star star dusted our gaze
I saw only you
as rainbow seasons whirl into December's pearl
hair once raven long since faded to dove
vintage heartbeats called in the past of the hourglass
tipping the balance in the fatality of time
yet-the old night hangs a Yule moon as full
as my arms are of you-still-
I see only you
8/27/21
Thank you, dear poet, dear friend, Susan
for the beauty of your words, the beauty of your heart
both hold me in awe, I am truly inspired by your skill...Frederic
I didn’t become a poet by choice, but by accident
On falling ill, I met my muse through sheer chance
I have been drawn to nature and its myriad forms
To celebrate that love through poetry is my stance
Never I strained to voice my thoughts in verse
Until poetry came at the appointed time
When chosen, it came and gladly resided in me
And now I feel so blessed and sublime
All that’s alluring and lovesome meets my eyes
And communes to me in profuse delight
Which I turn into rhyme and rhythm
To make the souls of poetry lovers ignite
Poetry has now become a balm kissing my wounds
An escape from the commotion and noise around
It is a smooth glide into a sea of tranquility
And a celebration of all beauty that surround.