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The soles of his feet were gnarled, cracked, calloused shreds of flesh
But tough in their stance as he sauntered and shuffled
On two broken knees that never mended, clicking but muffled
Walking like a misplaced puppet on the master's string
While begging for his next meal, he would stand up and sing
Barely able to hold his 'cup of good fortune' for passersby to fill and refresh
His nerve damaged hands scarred, dirt ridden and unkempt
Like a pair of lovesome cudgels reaching to battle the stars
Barely able to grasp his "cup of fortune" or tote his life-in-a-bag
His crooked shoulders and elbows bowed and bent
Had lost their motility and strength years ago, his pain prolonging
He was pieced together like his spent double breasted coat of midnight blue
His body, his being was held together like a hand sewn quilt on worn shoes
Like an old dog that had been lost for so long that he had forgotten
His way home, he strayed wandering and wondering where and why
So his journey languished to simply eat or sleep and sing or get high
His most striking quality, his tenderness of heart,emanated from his smile
Manifesting his love brilliantly placed in the eyes of others who would ask why?
He imbued this purity of sweet sadness and gratitude, with humility
This child of a lesser God possessed the greatest gift of all - tranquility
He had found his peace
April 15, 2020
Sunflowers make a unified display;
symmetrically joined, each one by one-
gold petals dance around a center stage;
together, side-by-side in harmony.
Sunflower stems exhibit stable strength
supporting well their towering large heads;
as they, with thick, broad leaves encounter wind-
stems firmly keep them upright in the fields.
Adapting for good light, sunflowers thrive
by using their heliotropic heads;
they turn to face the sun when changing paths-
from East to West- and back to East again.
Framed by a landscape under sunny skies-
sunflower scenes are lovely works of art;
bright, sunny faces, swaying in the breeze-
creative work of nature- full and lush.
Bright, golden sunflowers- for me, mean love;
a gift presented to me through the years.
To honor special days, my family-
oft send me lovely sunflower bouquets.
May 8, 2021
Contest: Workshop: Inviting the Muse
Sponsor: Joseph Webster
Emotions/Feelings represented:
Unified, Stable, Adaptable, Artful, Lovesome
In the morning I heard the tea pot singing,
With the amber liquid sizzling,
Saw spouts of vapor ejecting,
With a sweet aroma tickling.
While pouring my cup of steaming tea,
Adding some cream, a little sugar and stirring it
I thought of the magic effect it brings,
Reviving us on every morning and keeping us fit.
As we sip it while we scan the news paper
We feel the early languor being lifted,
Keeping us hydrated throughout the day,
With our cognitive abilities liberally assisted.
I feel there is nothing like a cup of well blended tea,
For a tired soul to enliven his body.
It’s delicious taste and delicate fragrance,
Make it everyone’s lovesome buddy!
It’s a heavenly drink for the torpid minds,
A beverage brewed from the best of leaves.
A magic potion for the feverish lips,
Which in tiresome hours, everyone craves.
Sure, teatime is the most pleasant family time.
How we babble and burble over a cup of tea
Drawing people closer and cementing relations.
Certainly, it’s a time to look forward with glee.
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!
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
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
A group of three set out on a mountain trek
Beyond the known borders into regions strange
Climbing up steep and rocky paths
Daringly they moved forward
Engrossed by the beauty of the mountains
Flaunting their towering summits
Governed by an instinctive urge for adventure
Headed to the vast stretch of sands
In no hurry were they but in a relaxed mood.
Just a mile away stood the tall mountain peaks
Kissing the seams of the heavens
Lovesome was the evening and clear was the sky
Mild and pleasant was the climate
Never knew any fatigue
Oblivious of time speeding by
Passed across the vast stretch of sands
Quarter to a mile, the trek went haywire
Rapid was the arrival of the night
Sun had gone down in the west
Tedious was the journey in dim light
Unable to travel any further
Vanquished they felt, like defeated soldiers
Watchful they were of hindrances on the way like;
Xerophytes with thorns and humpy sand dunes
Yearning for safety, they retraced their steps,
Zooming through engulfing darkness…..
May.25.2022
Abecedarian Poetry Form Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
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 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.