Long Muteness Poems

Sounding like the goosebump tickles,
on the edges of naked breath,
awaiting the solace of prickly feelings
hesitant as the gossamer gentling
each hue of delicate blossoms and blooms,
each bud caressed by the night’s quiet dew…

Glistening like the star...

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There once was a nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
It’s mast were like redwood trees lined up in a forest
They bore the stainless white sails of opportunity to catch the winds of...

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Achab*, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Achab by T. Wignesan

One man alone stands erect before the king, and speaks
A man
Alone

The king is not accustomed to being confronted face to 
      ...

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To shivering seas 
   mirroring cracked crystals,
I am searching for a righteous rhyme,
to orchestrate eclipsed realms 
with blue orchids 
      and plum blossoms,
singing sunflower symphonies 
of blooming poetry,...

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There dwells another man in my mirror and it’s not me
The obvious differences, between us, I want the people to see.
The man in my mirror  is bitter and sulks all day and night
Have tried...

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The secrecy that ad-libbed by the muteness
Embraced fervency aroused by the speechless
The darkness that mildly faded by the moonshine night
He gently took hold of time
Holding her by his arm, softly he lauded 
The moment with...

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~In The Mood For Love~
                    
With a candle light & a glass of champagne after a...

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I always weep for you in the hush of eventide hills.
In their mystical muteness I can hear your heartbeats.
As tears indulge in indigo dusky deepening horizons,
I put my hope in the last morning star which...

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For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring there is a different green. - J. R. R. Tolkien

Stunning light reflects the music,
Softly playing in hues...

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Who said:
"You don't realise what you've got, till it's gone."

In your absence I despise silence,
when you're gone loneliness visits,
but his friendship, I do not desire.

An empty scent circulates in the room.
Air is cold and crisp,...

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Silence occupied the room for so long
No signs of a visitor to step on coming
Trying to entertain himself in craving
Of bygones and the future just like a throng

Shebang of party for a corporation
Another shanty is...

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If you are silent about your pain, they will kill you and say you enjoyed it.
In the garden of silence, where words are unblossomed flowers and sighs, invisible dew,
We grow, we trees with deep roots...

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"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs; " 
                         ...

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A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else. John Burroughs

This is not a sad poem,
but my hungry hands hunger to express,
as autumn brings back haunting...

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My existence seems like a timeless tragedy,
ticking away in the harmony of misophonia and me.
I've been reluctantly raised in the arms of trauma,
hiding from the darkness looking over my shoulder.
I place a metaphorical knife under...

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Two out of  Three

They have slipped silently from my sight!
What could be their reason for taking flight?
What is their reason for closing the door?
Could this mean ?, seeing them never more?

Special occasions have come, they...

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SOUL OF THE DESTITUTE


     The soul bawls with the time
     The soul bawls with the season
     It's muteness comes from the countenance
 ...

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SOUL OF THE DESTITUTE

     The soul bawls with the time
     The soul bawls with the season
     It's muteness comes from the countenance
 ...

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In the middle of the night, you came, oh, death,
Wishing my soul to harvest
Vehemently, I refused to surrender it to you
Fact, that made you so angry.

You said your divine right was to claim it
But still,...

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BEAK OF NIGHT

Following the glow in every star in my eyes
I lay here in the frenzy grass with swimming thoughts
Escapading~
Thunder hides in the still of the night
Doves fly high in an epic way
Swans glide in...

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Revived to pop out as an empty nester 
To accompany a newfangled life
Maneuvered all the way for a change of state
I dropped my bags and willed at country’s metropolis. 

The heirloom edifices occupying moiety of...

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Fingers tremble,
like an alcoholic without a bottle.
His pen is graceful in its slumber,
but imprisoned ink desires to be free -
intoxicated by his poetry.

Lips are forever silent,
in the absence of inspiration.
Isolated in the boredom of blankness...

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I.

ROMANCE begins 
with a supernovae
 as two

hearts decrease space between
walls and fears; the ice-floe
of painful life melts,

once powerful thoughts and
conviction now powerless,
against a force of Nature

If Lust then a brilliant lit
moment;  if by divine...

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If troubles were akin to veils,
which on their own do not one blind,
when multiplied can quickly smother,
overwhelming smothered mind.

But tearing off these piling veils,
is not piled order in reverse.
Instead chaotic - scramble, tangle!
Multiply their tangled...

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Lord! Lord! My above Lord!
Give me peace not a war 
Give me freedom not servitude 
Give me uprightness  not partiality
Give me voice not the muteness
Give me bread not starvation and thirst
Give me friends not...

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