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This heart has new meaning
To the days and nights of harrowing loneliness
The waiting of relinquishment so forgiving to profess
The falling into your arms to find its caress lay dreaming
I found you where the diminished sunlight pervades
As our lives waned with the grace of age and wisdom
Gentle was the light that melts our hearts as one
Enlightening the path of our love as our horizon fades
So now we have enfolded the ardent home
Where trusted hearts and fearless vision
Of our souls exposed in their division
Embrace each other in our love laden poem
Never to be alone
September 19, 2019
Pick A Title, Vol. 9-Enclosed Rhyme Poetry Contest
"These Arms Long To Hold You"
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
The suns rays fade softly as
daylight melts into night
and mysterious moonbeams
glow even bigger
as the moonlight stretching across
the waters mirrored surface
enchanting ambient beams
dance upon the dark gray
water of the lake floating on
the night's whispering breeze
Touching on the waters
edge kissing the beach
silver beams caress the
warm sand not wishing to
disturb any hidden lovers
left in its darkness
When its time to float back on
the night's soft breeze to
continuing its dance with the
water as it begins to transform
back into the suns rays
warming the chilled water
dawn slowly steals back its turn
To become daylight again
nudging the shrinking moon
back to be lost in the light skies
As the storm clouds of unforeseen gloom hover low
with the shattered sky’s diffused light of uncertain future,
I gift my soul sinking within the abyss of dire darkness,
glints of lingering hope from the cornucopia of nature.
The symphony of spring cascades in the cadence of air,
in the orchestra of zephyr its mesmeric melody I hear.
On sunburst sky turning to argosy of splintered ember
the flotilla of chromatic clouds makes flaming furrows.
As the mystic mist melts on the dew of the meadow,
the blushing blades of grass adorn the crystal crown.
From the canvas of sapphire spread on the pellucid sky,
drizzles the patina of ebullience on the rustling leaves.
The flushing fresco of flowers the bursting buds unfurl,
designing the tapestry of grandeur on beguiling garden.
The flitting butterfly swarm creates collage of spectrum,
serene scenes of sublime beauty brighten somber times.
April 9, 2020
Contest : Serenity In Scenes Of Mother Nature
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
May 24, 2020
Contest : Strand No. 770
Sponsor : Brian Strand
I can feel warmth all over me again
Something powerful, something strong
Keep propelling me towards a fearless victory.
I hold on strong to my determination
As my faith and higher spiritual powers
Sanction me to keep fighting on.
I walk towards the gigantic glass window
And gaze beyond the tall buildings
They were waving, and smiling joyfully at me.
It’s as if someone special was calling out to me
but the thick crowd drowned out that unusual voice.
Suddenly I feel a tender touch invoking inside me
Forcing me to stretch out my hands
I stretch and kept reaching until we connect.
The powerful force of nature ignites us sending
an exuberant rush of energy through my body.
I watch her rise slowly beyond the horizon
and without warning her magnificent light
illuminates the room, melting hate and infuriation.
Tossing out indignation and blatant doubt.
I stare directly into her eyes and watch her
tenacious power melts the ranging storms around me
obliterating my painful moments and eradicating
the doubtful clouds hanging over me.
I embraced her with dignity
I embraced her with love
Warmth embracing warmth
Fire embracing fire
I watched her climb to the top of the mountain with dignity
Holding so dear the values that all of us share
Goodness gracious!
I can see her once more.
Tonight, let the wings descend,
Glimpses of the sun dive into the clear horizon.
The moon petrified, from her golden throne, is a spell,
Step, queen, into the night that is just about to ignite.
My thought is a full moon in your turbulent ocean,
Compassion of stars scattered in the darkness of untouched longing,
Gliding on cloud paths where no man has trodden,
Casting my shadow over the unwavering walls of memory.
In the depths of the heart, a gentle flutter of a butterfly has been stirred,
Haunted by the tender breath of a love that cannot be captured,
Caressing through the veins harp chords, of love and delusion,
In a duo between the soul and the echo of the dream, drifting in deviation.
In the unknown, we carry a pas de deux, hopes and regrets,
From eyes, lightning springs to life, and from lips, water calming thirst,
And beneath the bow that beholds the sky, where rainbows of longing sleep misunderstood,
There, our love intertwines in an endless yarn, never softened.
From this world, an altar listens, where the gentle winter melts
Into the spring that borrows colors, where love dons a garb of flower,
And in its lily of fire, even fear finds a purpose that intoxicates,
As the soul searches and weeps, and laughs and loves, never without pain.
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We know the classical classification of Love: Eros, Philia, Storge, Ludus, Pragma, Mania, Philautia, and Agape. Love is not only a no one-way street, but is an extremely narrow lane, as Kabeer said: Prem gali ati sankari, na duja isme samaye. Love is worship, love is God. Fine, but today’s love is rarely pure and often not so sure. This piece looks at love differently-- as of shades of gray.
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A season not sure,
Love comes in odd shades of gray
That seem far from pure.
Proclaims the first shade,
‘You’re mine’— my love’s sole foreplay--
A shade soon does fade
And beneath this shade
A deep fear of loss does stay,
Love losing some grade.
Next, shade of desire--
Made of the mores of today--
Litmus test of fire.
With keen sense of life
That fuels poetic play,
This love ends in strife.
Comes ‘dependency’
Wearing the style of the day—
‘I need you, you me’.
Comes then sacrifice,
Love looking mature? No way,
It melts in a trice.
And love nigh aware,
Somewhat rare and fair of play--
At best mutual care.
Last’s love liberate,
One-sided and no less gray,
Though of highest state.
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Musings | 20.05.2026 | awareness, desire, dependency, gray, love, season, Tercet
The rhapsody of rainbow
melts in morose mélange,
the concoction of colors
bleeds bland in
shattered silence,
sucked out
of crumbled core
of sensuous cloud,
soothing rain rinses
the stains in broken hearts,
shades of grey paints
the frayed linen of love,
redundant.
The requiem
of longing patina
of repentant rose
resonates melancholic medley
in the portals of petals,
the faded gloss
turns into tears
in pearls of mourning dew,
desiccates uncared
under the summer sun
of the desert mind,
the wilted flower falls
on weathered gravestone
of spent passion,
departed.
The cacophony captured
in the melody of forlorn music,
chaotic symphony floats
out of tune
on disharmonic wave,
strained smiles displayed
with elusive enactment
in ostentatious podium of life,
songs turn into echo
of convoluted noise
in hollow souls,
pretentious.
The intriguing facet
of listless life
seen entranced
through liquefied layers
of cynical stratum,
configures pessimism
in the sunken essence
of living exaltation,
the apparent aspect
refracts defiled expression
of warped existence,
enshrined.
How long will this cold
last? My leaves fall to reveal the decayed
branches,
snapping and cracking giving way under the
weight
of your words. My roots
twisted and mangled
where no one can see. Clouds of fear
drown me in dark shadows. The snow blankets
the flowers and grass, covering signs of spring.
All that went unnoticed
until now - the internal stress cracks
that cause external problems, the root damage
not allowing proper removal
of everything built up inside.
How the seconds turn to minutes turn to hours
turn to days, sitting, watching, hoping that safety and understanding will show it's face
Why must the cold last this long, never a break
from the biting wind until your sun shines through. Never a break
from the snow until your warmth melts it. Never a break
from loneliness until your hands work to fix what's broken.
How long until my last leaf falls, until all of my branches
are old and cracked? How long until spring arrives?
My leaves sprouting back on thick branches
the sun shining, bringing warmth and light for longer.
Melting away the snow to reveal the
buds promising colorful flowers.
How long will the cold last? Until I'm bright
blossoming bright green with the scent
of hope and happiness once again.
The cloud of gloom hovers over the sea of sorrow,
surges in distress tempest to my mental visage,
melts to make the torrent of tears to flow
like the trail of raindrops on the face of foliage.
With the brine condensing the pain of molten grief,
the teardrops are poised on the eyelashes for a while.
Like the raindrops on the edge of the leaning leaf,
they slide down slowly with dreams’ debris pile.
Down the parched crease of the pallid cheeks,
surges the silent streams of soothing solace.
The serene touch of soul the mourning mind seeks
in the course of tears, in its embalming embrace.
Fleeting flow of tears cascades on my cheeks mellow,
splashing after rainy night the dawn with sunlit hue
in the yonder horizon over the verdant meadow.
On torn tips of droopy grass shines the teardrop dew.
There's a widow that sits beside the seaside
The sun shines on her face
There’s a morning light that cries
and sits beside her place
And there is an eye
That melts at the touch
It’s hidden not much
For a fake
Did you know the greatest treasure lost
Was found at the bottom of a lake
The widow sits beside
its hand she shall take
So why won’t you take my hand
Take me away
I’m tired of sitting,
Dying by my lake
There's a heart that melts at the touch of ray
So why do you think that there's so much to say
It rats on the ribs
Like its awake
But it's just trying to find a lovely place to stay
So won’t you bottle up my treasure
It needs a place to hide
It doesn’t really like this place
But I take you know
This water is made inside
And it loves and floods this place
Like it was born to flow outside
I need to see it just one last time
Before I find a way to leave it behind
There's nothing here that I’ll miss
But the feeling of the lovely sun’s kiss
There's a shadow that sits beside the seaside
The sun shines on her face
There’s a morning light that cries
and sits beside her place.