Long Mélange Poems

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Premium Member Winter Wonderland Of December -DD


The revolving season’s ever-changing sensitive facade 
dons the new ambiance of hues designed by nature. 
Autumn’s fiery foliage bursts with mélange of colors, 
shines with the last golden glow as the wilted leaves fall. 

The aureate leaves hear the December wind’s whisper 
as they crumple with the rhythm of the attuned rustle, 
composing the melody of the song of winter wonders 
that beguiles me as the mist melts in the sapphire sky. 

The defoliated trees shiver in the waves of arctic wind,
following its flow I see you return to me from the cold. 
You melt the miasma enveloping my glacial memory, 
enter the crypt of old times through the icy door I open. 

The polar winds blow with chilled tunes across the clouds,
swans fly singing in the December sky on wings of winter.
The morning mist melts away over the sunrise horizon,
gleaming with joy spectrum of Christmas time in the air.

I feel delighted the warmth of winter sun you raise for me, 
from behind the fog I see the ascent of a new dulcet dawn.
As I hold your hands, ecstasy defrosts the memory lane,
my mind wanders in the winter wonderland of December.


Premium Member Existence Enshrined


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.

Premium Member Paradigm Of Shape Shift


For the maneuvered inducement 
of the compulsive being,
defined by the transmuting tenet of titular uniqueness,
configuring the personified convoluted identity,
changes in the self-devised palette of color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon furtively cocooned,
paints the shifting façade of disparaging deception.  

In the ostensible enactment 
of the prompted life’s incredible drama, 
performance perfected in illusory one-act play, 
and with the obsession of passion ostensible,
gilding the consequence crafted covertly
by metamorphic alchemic endeavor,
the surreptitious shift from one actor to another, 
is an axiomatic designed drive of ambiguity. 

Out of the limelight, the clandestine colors fade away  
on the visage of degenerating virtual makeup,
the pallid original face morphs mystically into 
the veracity mirror of fragile actuality, 
replicating the real rendering of the sublime shape, 
painted with the radiance of primal hue
of the unaltered distinctive disposition, 
it personified once in the reflected image.

The spasm of contrived perception splits the mirror, 
the shapeless shards of shattered reality
scatter as discarded debris blown away by wily air. 
Metamorphosis creates the deluding creature, 
an alien in its own transformed domain,
completes with the lattice of self-deceit 
the contrasting paradigm of illusive shape shift.

Premium Member Reflection of Joy

The turning wheel of transient time 
rotates life’s rhapsodic kaleidoscope,
and creates enchanting patterns prime, 
crafted by mélange of mesmeric hope.

Contrived chameleon colors transform
the visage of mind’s vast topography 
into ashen wasteland ravaged by storm,
or into a glistening emerald valley. 

The rootless diffused dreams adrift,
float in the cascade of fantasy sight, 
the shroud from misty vision they lift,
fashioning a beguiling vista of delight.   

I have been flying on butterfly wings,
flittering in rippling air out of distress,
before it could fly away beyond spring,
forms for me the tapestry of happiness.

I have traveled lonesome in sunny days,
across the greening wilderness in shine,
or along the glittering garden pathways, 
lined with spring saplings in hued vine.

Mind’s canvas turns into memory montage,
as the receptive consciousness free of strife,  
configures bliss in the kaleidoscopic collage, 
I see the reflection of joy in the mirror of life.

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May 7, 2022
Contest : In The Mirror Of Life
Sponsored by : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Ivory Flakes


Revolving season’s ever-changing sensitive frontage
dons nature designed apparel in an ambiance new.
Fall’s fiery foliage bursts with colored mélange of collage, 
as the wilted leaves shimmer with the last golden hue. 

Northern wind’s chilled whistle in the crisp air they hear,
as they float in the rhythm of their rustle’s frozen phase,
composing the swan song melody of winter resounding near,
while the sapphire sky is shrouded by the seamless grey haze. 

The splintered edges of the brittle winter’s arsenal sharp
split asunder the dim demeanor of the ashen glacial sky. 
From the congealed recess of the spatial void’s humid warp
frozen flakes of the arctic moisture descend as snow and fly. 

After the cold sun sinks spent in the twilight mist gloomy,
the stilled night’s speckled shroud falls with frozen flair,
the frigid fragments of autumn’s charm lost in time’s debris
waft like feathers morphed into spinning snowflakes in the air.

In the blowing blizzard the twirling slant snow’s design 
shapes your frosty face emerging from the clasping cold.
The whisper of buoyant flakes reminds me once you were mine,
beckons me to reach out for your warm hands to hold.

Across the snow contoured flashing white flattened meadow, 
the snowflakes swirl to dance in the silver tinge of twilight.
I follow entranced with the wind your floating frozen shadow,
sculpted by the ivory flakes drifting away from my sight.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Winter Sonata


Ever-shifting sensitive façade
of revolving seasons dons the amber ambiance 
of the transient halcyon hues nature nurtures, 
autumn’s fiery front bursts with color mélange, 
fallen foliage gleams with golden glow at winter brink.

The chilled whisper of the northern wind 
floats in the frozen air with the racing rhythm 
of the attuned rustle of the rusted leaves,
composes the mystique melody of winter sonata, 
as the seamless haze shades the sapphire sky. 

Defoliated trees tremble in the waves of arctic wind,
in its frosty flow I see you return from the cold oblivion,
melt the miasma wrapping my glacial memory, 
enter the abandoned abode of our old times 
through the icy door I open for you. 

I feel enticed the warmth of the winter sun 
you raise for me with your charisma I adore. 
As from the mist of reminiscence rises the new dawn,
the ecstasy of our embrace defrosts the memory lane,
we wander entwined in the winter wonderland.

Premium Member Synthetic Sonata


marooned maestro 
floats frustrated
    with 
waned creative craving
    in 
sensual lyrical stream 
    of 
impeded passion
faces jaded 
stodgy scenario
   of 
monotonous mélange 
   of 
temporal template
   in 
bleary platitude plateau 
  of 
consumed composer’s 
blasé bearing

it seeks 
  for 
algorithmic arousal 
  of 
styled stimulation 
  within 
captivating cauldron 
 of  
coherent fecundity 
  but 
dismayed downright
  by 
lamentable nothingness
  of     
Promethean depth
lacking buoyant upwelling
  of 
imagination impulse

snapped strings
  of
violin heart 
don’t resonate singularity
  with 
impassive articulation
  of
simulated strokes
  as
ephemeral echo morphs
  into 
emotive melody 
  of 
congruent cadence 
distorted disarrayed
  in 
convoluted concerto
  of
synthetic sonata

Premium Member Me In Three


The turning wheels of the fleeting transient time 
rotate enduringly with life’s rhapsodic kaleidoscope,
creates the enchanting picturesque patterns prime, 
crafted by the mélange of flashing mesmeric hope.
All the contrived chameleon colors transform
the visage of mind’s vast undulating topography 
into an ashen wasteland ravaged by discord storm,
or into a tortuous glistening emerald valley. 
I am flying beguiled on the butterfly wing,
flittering in the rippling air out of distress,
before it flies away beyond the spell of spring,
forms for me the tapestry of happiness.
My mind’s canvas turns into memory montage,
as the receptive consciousness free of strife,  
configures bliss in the kaleidoscopic collage, 
I see the reflection of joy in the mirror of life.

You came on the wings of zooming breeze, 
blew a sensuous storm of fervor through me. 
I held the petals of love in my heart to appease,
lest they flew away to the wilderness of obscurity.
The transitory flame of the trajectory of crave
furrowed in my mind a blazing trail of yearning. 
I traced its amorous track with ardor to engrave, 
even if like the flicker of your love it was fading.
Losing the longing in the darkness of desolation,
I ambled on sea-shore of sorrow, eyes full of brine, 
swirled like the dislodged sands with split emotion
in the tide of remote times when you were mine.
Sleeping on the desolate edge of the lonely night,
I see you as a star in my dream sky in times tough
when it sparkles for a while to disappear out of sight, 
and in despair I regret I didn’t dream of you enough.

As the winters of the old times get lost, to me it’s clear 
in the life that awaits me what I could wish for as new.
I look forward to the future that’ll unfold year after year
with the changing vista of fulfillment for me and for you.
I’ll walk mesmerized in the blooming garden of glee
where I haven’t gone awhile though it’s just next door.
In the twilight gleam how the new leaves glisten, I’ll see,
observe the surreal patina of spring I haven’t seen before.
Sitting by the window open to enticing nature at sunset
I’ll see in splendorous autumn the trees gilded galore,
read the poems of love of an unknown romantic poet, 
feel the passion of lingering youth I haven’t felt before.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Paradigm Of Contrast


For the contrived inducement 
of the fixated being, 
an aligned identity personified,
changes in self-devised palette 
of metamorphosed color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon, 
slyly cocooned,
paints surreptitiously 
shape-shifted deception portrait.

In ostensible enactment 
of life’s incredible drama, 
performance perfected in one-act play 
with obsessed passion parodied,
gilds the corollary crafted by alchemy,
an axiomatic designed drive
induces the wily shift 
from one actor to another.

Out of the limelight, 
the covert colors fade  
on virtually made-up visage,
the pallid original face 
morphs mystically into 
veracity mirror of actuality, 
reflects the real identity depiction, 
painted in primal persona hues 
of distinctive disposition, 
epitomized once.

The spasm of pragmatic perception 
splits the mirror, 
shards of shattered pretence
willfully abandoned as discarded debris. 

Transformation creates the eluding entity, 
an alien in its own reinvented realm,
completes the illusory pattern,
designed by the paradigm of contrast.

Premium Member Paradigm Of Contrast


For the contrived inducement of fixated being,
the transmuting tenet of uniqueness, 
the personified indented identity,
changes in the self-devised palette 
of metamorphosed color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon slyly cocooned,
paints the shifting façade of deception.

In the ostensible enactment of life’s incredible drama, 
the performance perfected in one-act play 
with the obsession of passion professed,
gilding the consequence crafted by alchemy,
the surreptitious shift from one actor to another, 
is an axiomatic drive of the dormant design. 

Out of the limelight, the clandestine colors fade  
on the tangible visage of virtual makeup,
the pallid original face morphs mystically into 
the veracity mirror of fragile actuality, 
reflecting the real rendering of identity, 
rinsed with the primal hues of persona
of the distinctive disposition embodied once.

The spasm of schematic perception splits the mirror, 
the shapeless shards of shattered pretence 
scatter as discarded debris willfully abandoned. 
Transformation creates the deluding entity, 
an alien in its own renovated realm,
completes the illusive paradigm of contrast.

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