Long Mellowing Poems
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sloppy fields carpeted
with golden mellowing wheats
a fevered light
with vibrant sun, trapped in pigment
bleeds across the canvas
the wheat, thousands of tiny swords
with each stalk a silent hum
caressed by a gentle breeze
ever try to reach
the impossible blue
some dark green defiant cypresses
overshadowing the surrounds
stretching towards the sky
spinning their secret story
of sublime strength and resilience
providing shade around them
stand as silent vigils
guarding intruders
a serpentine path
winds its way through the fields
leading to some houses
and beyond to a cobalt stream
the dwellings of familiar shape
not grand, not imposing
stand gazing at the sapphire sky
shrouded with some stretches
of cotton clouds
each window, a rectangle of mystery
holds surreal surprises
one can hardly guess
blooming like whispers
with the chimneys` silhouettes
a smudge of charcoal
breathing quiet sighs
into the vast, indifferent air
in the background
hills shaped in quasi-perfect triangles
reflect the azure blue sky
merging with the horizon
with a sense of infinity
it is not just a scenic scene
of undulating wheat fields
and giant cypresses
but a warmth of feeling
a serenity made tangible
a quietude, that speaks
its own language
Vincent with his passionate brush
made the scene bloom
made it blaze
a place for living in peace
a place for inhaling nature`s bliss
a piece of land fallen
from heaven to earth.
Written: March 1st, 2025, For Brian Strand Contest
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In the heart of
a howling waterfront,
where waves weave whispers
to the waning night,
I wander through the wilderness,
seeking sequins of solace.
At the water edge,
moonlight swirls as a monsoon,
creating a serenade of ~
shimmering silver
and sultry shadows;
feelings fluctuate
and flicker as fetching foam
reflects the sea rigid rhythm. . .
I find fortitude in a fierce fire;
each wave of wind serves
as a reminder of resilience,
and nature pandemonium portrays
my inner strain but also
bestows tremendous tranquility. . .
The sun shatters shadows,
shimmering shafts slicing
through the gloom,
illuminating intricate itineraries
previously plagued by perplexity.
Majestic mountains maintain
their mighty magnanimity,
guardians of glorious tranquility,
while rivers relentlessly reshape
their routes with perpetual persistence.
Flourishing flowers thrive
in a silent saga of survival,
each petal a page
in nature narrative of renewal.
After the showers,
the sweet scent of soil
saturates my senses,
a signal that splendor survives
even in the shadow of despair. . .
Birds bestow blissful melodies
to the troubled soul,
their songs mingling
with moments of mirth
and mellowing.
In their soaring flight,
I spot splendid freedom—
a promise of panoramas
yet to be explored,
a sky splashed
with shimmering aspirations
that are beyond grasp
but not unattainable.
In forested embraces
where flickering shadows
flit and frolic with light,
green leaves gently gossip
of glorious growth;
every fallen fragment
serves a purpose as it
feeds raw life below. . .
Deeply anchored roots
hold me steadfastly,
despite the turbulent winds of life.
Silence sings serenely;
in stillness, subtle truths emerge.
The tug-of-war between
twilight and tenebrosity
teach moderation.
The highlights conceal harmony—
we embody both
boldness and fragility.
Love’s Masquerade
Love, you old chameleon,
hiding on the edges of truth
deceiving the searching eyes
playing hide and seek with hearts.
Hidden in the doubts of self esteem’s flowers
obscured by the shades of loneliness
covered in the dust of fear’s remembrance
naked amidst the fashionably alone.
Love, you lazy purring cat,
motionless observer of your world
slowly blinking hypnotist
gently guiding stumbling fools.
Curled upon the lap of cautious time
mellowing in patient acquiescence
mewing in the background of a dream
soft catalyst of love struck conflagration.
1/18/2017
submitted to – Free Verse About Love – Poetry contest
Like bursting orange pearls that float from mellowing trees
Translucent the montage of falling heaves and heaps
Dressing the ground adorning Winter's gate to pass through
In timeless drift to fall and wither to anew
Winds shift to drift like sifted flour, powdered
Like donuts sprinkled with white sugar devoured
Eating the sky with whistles and howls beseeched
Swirling to turn briskly finding its colder breach
Morning tide arises to lift its globeflower sun
Blooming low with arms outstretched, spreading stunned
Bleeding orange in mother earth's basket filling
Bidding to inspire the courage of all souls willing
Breaking through darkness this guardian of hope arises
For great is the heart's bequest to dream beyond horizons
Blazing orange in the pristine painted sky this glorious morn
Primordial our story, our peace, our beauty be reborn
10-11-2019
I waited for her expectantly..
She has me constantly thinking of her
She alights from the shuttle..
Eyes searching for me...
I emerge from the shadows
Now we are together once more
We take a walk getting to know each other
The chemistry is obviously apparent..
My voice sounds a tad hoarse so unlike me
Her presence affecting me in a deep way
Her voice mellowing me like warm butter
My heart keep skipping a beat
The adrenaline keeps pumping
Am so into her elegant charm
Its our second meeting.. i love
I escort her home this is fun..
I close the deal with an embrace
I love and desire
I commit and defend
I invest and conquer
I delight in her love
I delight in its purity
I delight in her embrace
Written by Lewis Nyaga
A dedication to LOVE
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Only but voices, i can not see their faces.
They laugh and recite verses,
Reaching me slowly in this lonely oasis.
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I can hear the sound of the beak of their feathers,
Their cloudy whiteness,
Living me in awesome wonders, mellowing me
Like servants to masters.
Oh! what caused this cloudy matters...?
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Again, i hear voices without the trace of faces
In the starry night,
Trying to see my joy, ignite,
To make sure am so elegant.
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I can hear them call my name,
Announcing the coming fame,
That can never be lame,
No denials by time....
Children from another world,
See them strolling around in the air,
One here... one there.. crystal
Babies all around, i know they come from where
My soul one day will go.
Beyond the illusion of skin and polite talk a shadow dwells within me, whispering unto me my deepest ugly thoughts, my secret sins, my foul intentions and slowly devouring the goodness in me.
it draws its filth from my chosen path smearing it with deceit.
The stains of the fear of having to lose an anticipated love
loathing those you remember with hate and those whose care for you is bare,
an anger driven by a hunger to care, to feel, to live.
This pain that I alone understand and cherish is master
luring me with an apparition of a budding flower, a beautiful maiden women
who comes to me in full consciousness drawing me to a secluded place
where I am vulnerable with need for company and she feeds from this - my loneliness.
With her electrifying touch, her infectious smile and the maze of her luminous eyes
I beg her to enslave me. Her voice seducing my mysterious soul into a colourful trance of mellowing.
she lived for us, died for us and in death refused to part
in eternity seeking our unison,
in her existing even though beyond this realm
she erupts the fires of a longing an enfolding passion that quickly rises and towers down and over everything I have ever believed was.
From a dull world so familiar to me of grey, black and white she leads me on to a vast land of dreams that fills me with new emotions.
Colours freshly bloom before my eyes and all this for my heart to take warmth.
Now let me alone with this pain I am forever an addict to.
The stab of it stinging my dull being filling me with a high that thrills and fills my vacant space with a loud haunting scream.
Oh! I bleed this poem from my very soul, as she whispers unto me.
My hope in her goodness that shuns out the darkness that seeks to possess my soul.
THE MAELSTROM OUTSIDE THE MALL
Mellowing out at the mall,
Amidst the short and the tall
Shelves, filled with shirts and shoes,
A mixture of reds and a lot of blues.
Leaving was like a treacherous storm.
A sweeping car with a demonic form.
As I beeped my horn, he ignored the bell.
Almost hit on the driver side, we both would yell.
This wild-eyed bat, wouldn’t pull up his car.
Who knows why he took his dereliction way too far.
I couldn’t open the door. Trapped for a minute or five.
Armed with a walkie-talkie, a timely hero would arrive.
Finally I can loosen my panicked grip of fear.
Leave with the anxious shirt and shoes I wear.
I lighten the curses that plummet from my lips.
For sure, this visit to the outlet mall was quite a trip.
3/29/2018
This is
your unique constitution
In sensual moonlight
you are a lioness
focused on
the perpendicular purpose
Invariably
the current
in a torrent
hits the shores
with a thud
eccentric electrons
in the blood
for the
honey sweet slices
of dewy dissociation
into golden nothingness
A silken existence
The poetry echoes
in the underground abode
of dream
Jasmines of hope
with the bunch of echoes
Mellowing moons
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Dated July 9, 2019
Contest: Another Eight Word Challenge
Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Deep inside, where my secret
Self breathes, whispering prayers
To the One I know as Master
I laugh, I dance, I praise
With joy that is my inspiration
Deep within, where my dreams
Awaken my heart to sensations
Of light shining across bare
Naked emotions, insights
Ideas that reassure my kindness
Deep inside, where my love
Colors my eyes in a sparkling
So gentle it flows softly
Through my hopes and beliefs
With faith that leaves me sure
Deep inside, where my laughter
Pours out from my heart
Breaking me free from hurt
Delighting me with its warmth
Embracing me with courage
Deep inside, where my desire
Sighs out a fire of yearning
Mellowing my awkwardness, severity
With music that breaks through
Singing peace into my confidence
Deep inside, where my life
Imagines, wishes, waits
For the miracle and wonder
Of God’s phenomenal gift to us
Vowing love that lives forever
Deep inside, where my God
Knows me better than I know
Who I am, where I go
When I’m learning to know
God is always in control
Deep inside… God gives me
Love that lives and gives
Forever and always
Eternally, to my
Soul