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Like secret water
hidden inside the stone
love of my mother flows
unconditionally with life at stake
for her depth and unbridgeable width
I need not go to any sea
in search of my existence.
A knock at the soft corner of her heart
and she hands with care
plentitude of bliss and brimming affection.
with colours of unknown flowers
these divine elements lie
folded in my hands
with many-spendoured features of life.
As I feel them,
they speak to me gently
in the nectar-filled voices
of the deciphered scripts,
unknown alphabets.
Unfolding before me
like rare flowers
the loose hanging end of her saree
carries the essence of a thousand hopes,
and flows in me
like a subterranean river.
On her tender face
hangs a vast canvas of mercy;
over whelms me
with its magic spell of smiles,
from a stiring of promising words
like a chorale in some symphony
or a wet water course in a desert.
Yes, her cherished hands
always reveal a wandering,
an extending far and wide
a flow of confidence
that bursts with scent of progress
every moment.
Like an invincible bird
like a heap of vivid flower
Like a sea that never overflows
her magnanimity heart
seems like a boundless sky itself.
Her infinite faith on god overhead
and herself, is that experience
creating new worlds for me .
when a smile was locked in first kiss
syntax skipped superfluous words
in a magic spell, eyes forgot to blink
surfing and drifting along a shore
missed lyrics of a song played out
thoughts caffeinated in exotic drink
a fragrant evening of white clouds
wished for storm and incessant rain
a night to be moist, tender and young.
a moon incarnate clasped in her sky
wished to sear and swelter in love
in their paradise close, with stars clung.
spark of silent fireworks in their eyes
two pairs of wanton ravenous gaze
infinite moments made a rendezvous
euphonious murmur of sweet nothings
inebriated voices turn to whispers
two hearts jingle, I beat only for you.
Dated 11th July 2019
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Contest Tri-Con
I Traversed the Inner Universe Deep Within my Soul
and Slayed the Dragon Oppressor up on it's High Horse,
It seemed Prophetic
To Rise Into the Greater Nature, Balancing Scales for the Cosmic
Destined To Ride
Saddled Up, Ever-Onward through the Fire
Illuminating Attire of Gold, Light and Sapphire
Ascending Ever-Brighter, Ever-Higher
It seemed Fate had found me through Perdition
Reborn into Wings of No Religion,
Trailblazing Cosmic Realms, Blitzing Through the Heavens
Scintillating in Salvation for All Brethren,
Expelling The Darkness, A Revolutionary Exodus
Illumination is the Calling, I Rendezvous with Excellence
I Rise like Lazarus through the Muck and Grime
Lotus Born, I let my Eight Petals Shine
Burning Flames from the Heart, Sparked the Soul to Life
I AM Cosmo Man, I Am Star Bright
And There, in the Abyss where the Great Mystery Dwells
where Time is as Ancient as it's Magic Spell,
Above the Threshold, Beyond the Great Divide
I AM One with The Source, One with the Divine
Trodding towards The Gates Of The Promise land
Through The Valleys Of Shambala, The Sacred Heart Of Man
Where Many are Called, but only a Few Still Ride
The Wild, The Chosen, Crusaders Of Light
Summoned By Destiny, Tribe Of Judah and Jerusalem
Herald The Trumpets, Returns The Spirit Of Bethlehem
I’ll tell a secret just to you,
a fantasy that’s really true.
My bed can fly through time and space.
It takes me to every happy place.
In darkness, I but close my eyes,
and soon we’re flying through the skies.
We’ve neared the sun and felt its heat;
I’ve walked the moon with dusty feet.
We sometimes race among the stars,
escape to Mercury and Mars.
I’ve floated high in Saturn’s rings,
where fairies go to earn their wings.
Though I’m a child, I have belief
my bed will never cause me grief.
It lets me stroll with friendly Pooh;
in Oz I’ve played with Toto too.
I once saw Dinah blow her horn,
rode bareback on a unicorn.
I wore a badge in old Cheyenne,
and pirate-fought with Peter Pan.
My bed at times will change for me
to silver sails upon the sea.
Or even dive beneath the waves
to visit sunken vessels’ graves.
King Neptune there has shown emotion,
Caring for his private ocean,
Teaching fish they shouldn’t bite
at every dangling sweet delight.
When morning comes, before I wake,
my bed must know the route to take,
and know the time, I so assume,
to settle back inside my room.
It really happens, true and right,
distinct and normal every night.
You know my bed’s a magic spell,
but you must promise not to tell.
She’s not yet a teen but bigger than a bean
and sweeter than Skittles can be.
She dances around like a princess unbound
and means the world to me.
She’s a little erratic and sometimes gives static
to her mother and father, I know,
but when in my sight, an effervescent delight
and pure as a soft winter snow.
The girl is a vessel, a pistil, a petal,
as if born from a vintage rose,
a little Aphrodite while often times flighty
and a queen who doesn’t yet know.
What a shining star she is by far
and will remain my endearing, joyful child,
inside my heart, my head, and mind
with her rejuvenating smile.
I pray someday she reads this page
and remembers me all too well,
as one who smiled because of her
kind heart and magic spell.
If I could
Abracadabra! Allakizam!
I'd eradicate ALL illness
Crash! Boom! Bam!
I'd end depression
In only one session.
Away with sadness go!
Travel on the wind, moods low!
I would crinkle my nose,
Do a double blink,
Twirl, point my finger...
Change the way badn's think.
Bib. Bop. Ba. Boo!
Every leader too
Would see the futility
Of wars! One. Two. Three.
With a Zip. Zap. Zoom.
I'd fly on my broom
And rainbow dust the sky!
Joy would fill the hearts of all!
No despair would echo or call
That one worded, sorrowful chorus...
" Why? "
Oh yes I would!
My magic would
Be very good!
If I could...
Written 11th March 2022
For the "Magic Spell" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Blooming avid hearts, where reveries dwell,
“Love weaves a mysterious magic spell”
Turning daydreams into amorous fairytale
Of endeavors esoteric smitten passions unveil,
Sketching emotions, fantasies ecstatic ignite,
Threading themes, musings-intimate write,
Embroidering bliss upon tapestries of mind,
Bedecking realm heavenly, destiny designed,
Rejoicing springs roaming on fragrant breeze,
Sailing blue seas, summer’s aspirations seize,
Exultant in notions of love, autumn weaves,
Choreographing dance of falling gold-leaves,
Luring besotted eyes fixating on moonlit skies,
Vying impulses-romantic, fervid moods surmise,
Rhapsodic in elation, aglow in stellar delight,
Hypnotizing minds caressing proffers of night,
“Love weaves a mysterious magic spell”
Blooming avid hearts, where reveries dwell,
Culminating in sweet rendezvous desires plea
Threading intimate fantasies for you and me.
CHRISTMAS ELVES
Come listen to a tale of lessons learned.
How I now cringe remembering when I
Reached up and touched a red-clad elf and turned
Idyllic moments to a time to cry!
Such ignorance! My grandson told me that
To touch an elf will break the magic spell.
My pleas to be forgiven all fell flat
At first. I'm glad to say things turned out well.
Sweet letters to irked elves can sometimes be
Enough to bring their Christmas magic back.
Long flights to Santa Claus can guarantee
Victorious good kids. Gifts--they won't lack.
Each time I see that little elf, I make
Sure I don't touch it so no hearts will break.
The Elf on the Shelf, a book by Carol Aebersold and Chanda Bell, tells of little elf figures that show up at young children's houses just after Thanksgiving, observe the children's behavior, fly to the North Pole nightly till Christmas Eve to report to Santa, fly back, and land in a new spot each time. The elf is NOT to be touched.
She climbed on the ledge two lotus legs in position
waiting for the moon to cast her magic spell
Soon she was bathed in light, feeling so very blessed
amongst the orphanage children. The babes lay on their side
watching her slip popcorn lovingly onto a string of gold
"Soon it will be Christmas" she said to them with a smile
while she sang that song of old that made the angels tremble
"Remember if you are good?" but the litany was lost on
those droopy eyes that wanted nothing more then sleep
they hugged their flimsy blankets and counted little sheep
Tango the hairy dog jumped onto the ledge and panted
someone was pouring out light from a vase of silver n' white
he saw a shimmer of wings and heard a high pitch... "ping* "
his ears perked and his eyes turned to festive black olives
"what is it Tango?" she asked as the dog turned to marble
Before she knew it the room was filled with precious gifts
and her heart was warmed by the rosy blush of an apple doll
Crinkled faced, blond and pretty, this apple doll was a given
from the angels of the dream world. She wished the doll
would come to life and she did . "I'm yours" it said sweetly,
"What shall you name me?" it said while cradling the ledge
"Is my mom in heaven? Tell me Rose, I need to know"
The End.
November 5, 2018
The battle of the heart ablaze with fire,
The battle for the soul still yet to come,
Who could foresee the things that would transpire?
Who could foretell which side there would have won?
When all was still, though not yet still enough,
A victor, only one, rose from the earth,
And rise and rise again, up from the dust,
Battle wrought, from dust that gave new birth.
When all was still, three hearts had broken and
Two mended, one left beating on the floor,
Its bloody writhing tainting the white sand,
The battle lost for it, and closed the door.
Though two had been made whole and were renewed,
The third was struck and broken down to ash.
The gods had been let loose, and had imbued
All three with magic powers that would clash.
The raging bonfire two had lit as one
Had then burned out with distance and with time.
Still raging, though, the third’s fire just begun
Would captivate the other with a rhyme.
He wrote the swan song’s words and spoke them out,
The incantation writ, the prophecy.
When all was still, he’d won a heart with clout
And left another in a Jealous Sea.
If every breath an incantation, then,
And every sentence writ, a magic spell,
The rhyme began inside that heart again
The waving, salty sea, that hopeful swell.
Hope for the hopeless what he spoke, his creed,
Yet from another heart he took away
The only hope that it could ever need,
Though that hope would come back another day.
What had begun as playful friendliness
Had changed to something more, and something deep
And finally to true love might progress,
If one the other’s heart would always keep.
Forged from the battle’s heat, from blood and fire,
And hammered with the anvil and the steel,
That heart would have naught left but to retire
And bitterness for those two always feel.