Long Nightfall Poems
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Through midnight of thoughts, where silences dance,
Confessing love is like the whisper of a lost comet,
In the web of my fate, only a stray star could rise,
You are that star which turns every moment in my night into myth.
To adore you, is to delve into the depths of an ocean of signs,
Seeking answers among reefs where light is shattered, worn down,
It's as if I'd pen epistles on the wings of marine waves,
Where the echo of loneliness awaits me, offering solace.
In the heart of a forgotten dream, a bulwark against the shatter, stands our longing,
It's the volcano that emerges from the depth, its visage hidden in the earth,
Carrying within a chorus of angels falling, pure burning, white star,
In their lava, I seek to measure infinity, a spring of unholy yearning.
The word that might soothe, to bring verdure to dreams,
Is soft and stirring like the growth of the cedars by nightfall,
In their shade, there you are, vibrating with a chorus of leaves, a system of dreams,
And in the dusk of these shells, my flight lays resting, waiting, sifted through dreams.
The orbit of fate, the path we've chosen, intertwining our story,
Is a chain of worlds, traversed by our eternal, bitter crossings,
My brown eyes, the sadness is the crumbled moon, you are my heart,
That in the silvery clarity, with a hint of starlight, you stretch out, a white realm in our sky.
To be mad, in this labyrinth of days, an oracle deciphered,
Who among us got lost in between the seven days, too hurried,
Only to find that Monday is full of Sundays and all remains unstarted or failed beginnings,
Shared in thought, yet separate in the arms of a consensual destiny.
A signal, an invitation into this temple of your silence in song,
Let's place our breath in response, to learn the soulful alphabet of the seas,
Through the daring and tender kiss, somewhere between heaven and earth,
Freeing me as a hostage in neutral days, in a Thursday that retains the fervor of flights.
She captures my lingering gaze when rising in epoch sight
to sit upon her regal throne... comes the bewitching night
Never appearing before my eyes as less than perfection
Each hour's passing, heightens the aura of her complexion
I do not fear her shadowed darkness as she hovers e'er long
In her honor, I compose poems, lyrical words as in a song
"She begins blooming at twilight, like sweet jasmine on a hill
Soothing my spiritual soul with warmth when the air is chill
She welcomes the nightingale's song, and the cry of a loon
Reveling in the golden light of Autumn's full harvest moon
Crickets chirp and fireflies glow the moment she appears
She's a black backdrop to showcase fireworks at New Years
To lovers, her beauty sparks the opportunity for romance
Tender kisses and sensual touches are all part of the dance
Some talk of a 'bewitching hour,' but the hands of a clock
do not govern the night until there's the crowing of a cock
Moonlight exposes nightfall, on a pitch canvas it will paint
with brushstrokes of starlight on an ebon sky until the faint
light of dawn awakens the sun, "Rise and dry morning dew.
The night's reign is over and patiently she waits for you."
While I waltzed at the Ball
A little voice I heard
Go ask the Crystal Ball
It said, to have your future heard!
I left the dancing knight in doom in the playroom
Opened the door of the secret room
And verily inquired of the Future
If it will come with Defeature!
No, laughed the Happy Ball
You will not remain a Fallen Soul
You will be saved by your mate in Soul
All you need to do is to give him a Call
And tell him how miserable you are without his Enthrall
And how you will give your Catcall
To lament at Nightfall
If He is not here to stop your Fall
Smile, cried the joyful Ball
Your miserable state will be in Stall
For you shall Rise, along with the Sunrise
Together with your mate, whom you Idolise
Both of you will be Symbolised
Sing, whispered the overwhelmed Ball
For the Heavens will be singing words of Praise
At your mate's love for your Gaze
Your abandon in your Maze
That which you chose in a moment of Craze
So blind were you to be love of your Mate
Will be remembered as late
Dance, asserted the ecstatic Ball
For the Future is coming at the Birdcall
Your Mate cannot be without your caring Call
And neither can You be without his Recall.
Oh I am Impatient,
Without your Love, I am Deficient
I am still in Learning
To be Abiding,
Please forgive my Caprice
For I become heartbroken without your Edifice
Once a friend of mine invited me for lunch
A celebration he planned for his book launch,
The book was on traditional Indian cuisine, I knew
No very different from its modern cousin or new.
I was hesitant to join for my stomach was upset
He pleaded with me, let the plan not get upset.
I must join the friend’s party, how could I say no
For it was a special event in his life, I should know.
He would take care, being an accomplished chef
For me, he assured, food would be entirely safe.
I decided to not enter into a friendly row
But to go, occupy a chair in the back row,
Enjoy the lunch as best I could to the last course
And not utter a word about stomach, of course.
I went for the lunch on a winter day quite chilly
Vowing to avoid the food items with lots of chilli.
Through morning my friend made things all ready
For the party he threw, guests had arrived already.
While cheese and toast rested untouched for a while
We proposed a toast to his success as a chef of style.
Matching the rhythm of our warm and soft whine
Rose red wine rose and swirled in shining glasses thin.
I was delighted to see on the table dishful curd
So much good for my stomach, I shouldn’t discard.
The fat naan was so liberally buttered all over
None possibly would have eaten in their life ever,
Flat bread made of finest flour of well bred wheat
Looked like blooming flowers on the floral plate.
The flavor of famous basmati rice as it would rise
I would favor to have it instead of bread to be wise,
Sprinkle of spring onion with smell of spring in fish curry
Added to the gastronomic delight, a treat far to carry,
Meat in gravy with basal green layer of fresh basil leaf
Could meet the culinary acumen of any expert chef,
The salad of beet root, leek, lime and touch of olive
Could beat any such combo in the world, I believe.
Before scoops of ice cream could bury the red berry
The dessert disappeared as if in desert heat in a hurry.
My friend’s hospitality won the hearts of one and all,
Thanking him amply we departed before the nightfall.
We expressed the appreciation for the food aloud
As much as our satiated minds sincerely allowed.
December 3, 2017.
Winter’s Fantasies
Winter walks the mountain hills at nightfall
Breathlessly awaiting evening’s first flakes of snow,
An alpine carnival that rowdy clouds threatened to toss upon their faces;
When, at last, the brumaled storm releases a snowy masquerade
Sweet serenity fills dusky eyes with wistful fantasies of twirling snowflakes,
Visions of barren aspen arms embracing shivering jewels of glittering glitz,
A carnival of crystalline jubilee in wind whipped flakes.
Winter smiles as the evening sky slowly turns her dark side inside out
From black to white to turquoise and to blue
The moon slow pulls herself above these mountain hills in festival
To ride a winter sky watching over midnight’s silver shimmering earth
Alive with twinkling moonbeam stars, bright refractions of sisters in the sky,
When the mountains glimmer cold as midnight – blue as stars –
Wearing new ermine alpine furs -cloaks of argent sparkle.
1-12-22
Contest: Winter Wonders within Nature
Sponsor: M.L. Kiser
At the collapsing edge of the shrinking time
in the fading gleam of the terminal twilight hour,
down the misty memory lane masked by shadows,
I see me walk my adoring children
on their changing contours of childhood landscape,
hands held with patient paternal care,
with the nestling warmth of everlasting love,
as they grow wings in their time and fly away.
An ancient mariner, self-disposed,
I navigate across many rough seas in tempest,
looking for propitious winds of love and empathy,
on the frayed out sail, I strive to raise in hope
to cruise at nightfall to the shore called home.
In the obscure depth of the introvert psyche,
the shrouded sense of gratitude subsists,
instinctively silent, and undemonstrated.
Engulfed by the seamless emptiness of solitude
I open my window on the flushing meadow,
the sunburst dawn sparkles on pearls of dew.
My blank mind morphs into a Monet canvas,
on the strokes of beguiled brush paints of joy flow,
loneliness gets configured in spectrum of expression,
as the sensuous stimulus of the pristine nature
suffuses the dormant art of life in me, unexplored.
January 24, 2021
Contest : Your Best Free Verse So Far This Year
Sponsor : John Hamilton
The blood and lapis daylight sets
in ether. How the mind resets
brutality of winter chill
with February's codicil;
what gossamer a dream begets.
I hear the crickets in the dark,
their clicking takes up where the lark
has been. The flagrant marigolds
have huddled into twilight's folds,
on sanguine nightfall to embark.
The eastern zephyrs fall and rise
with rapid movement of my eyes
and echo whispers midnight makes
of blood white trails on moonlit lakes.
In silhouette I recognize
a dogwood, though can only sense
its glowing coral consequence.
The blossoms tell me they comprise
sweet spawn of sun rays in disguise
and capture all my heartbeats hence.
Now honeysuckle is entwined
on crisscrossed pathways of my mind
with jasmine in a potpourri
to conjure shamrock reverie
that leaves the pewter scape behind.
Around the lambent dogwood tree
alone upon that verdant lea
buds can prosper, bees will hum.
As though seduced by opium
I greet a vista I can't see,
at least not quite. I know it's there
and feel the dogwood everywhere,
behind me, flanking left and right,
an omnipresence in the night,
like answers to unconscious prayer.
Now high upon a clovered scarp
the tree is standing clear and sharp.
In silence I see restless blooms
play music that my ear assumes
is chiming dulcet as a harp.
Such Efflorescent star bursts splay
like windmills on a gusty day
that in ebullience do portend
a vibrance that will never end
and all my reticence allay.
In waking to a winter storm
that's February's gelid norm
I long still for my fulgid tree,
resplendence that surrounded me,
but only meet a turbid swarm.
I rise and pull back hermit drapes
to see the torrid flurries traipse,
yet through the chaos can discern
the leafless frame for which I yearn
beyond the window storming scrapes.
The dogwood stands just as before
unclad upon the icy moor
with nascent berries undeterred
as though through humble verse and word
like daylight through an unclosed door.
2/23/18
Strength Thru Adversity
Gregory R. Barden
At nightfall when tenderness wakes
somewhere between crumbs of feet,
when gulls dive to taste the bay
and foggy breeze flapping sweet.
My eyes stroll on plays of pine
where fireflies and moonbeams meet
to cherish scent of good night’s day
a purple bough spills hopeful treat
come now the rhythm of blue night
lay me down on feathers' bark
oh, rock the leaves for just one touch
so far the miles, bring wishes back
I feel my winds call him, dear one
on huffs upon my new bridal chest
while gales croon a longing tune
splendor of light, fill this request.
As tides of passages scan the flights
missing waltzes, I feign a rest
captive in remains of rewinds,
just one last sigh for war’s fierce test
come now the rhythm of blue night
lay me down on feathers’ bark
oh, rock the leaves for just one touch
so far the miles, bring wishes back
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: Kelly, my friend, your soldier will
come home soon
PD's Contest: Longing
by nette onclaud
Poisonous air streams down
As plastic-laden waters choke
Fishes and Universal Motion's glow ...
So much has changed through time,
I wail against slow death of UV skin,
while plundered Mother Earth rakes
in her once fertile womb...
yet indifferent hearts care not,
incensed by greed and unrecyled junk.
O children listen; build a new earth,
Let your palms turn soil into a fertile bed;
And allow the forest to stand tall, uncut
By gifting them with a cleaner environ;
That each gracious deed will find blessings
Copious from heavenly skies.
Until each hour breathes through
A fragrance of one taintless expanse, blue.
This wide universe is our home,
Our manna of fields for every mouth,
And pure rain cooling quiet nightfall
With daylight's pattern soothing din;
To hail nature, may it never come to an end
As Spirit's Love refills our dreams!
Thomas Martin's STUFF
6/19/2015
While I drain, a kohl tint buries my face
And minutes change into hours when dim sky retreats
When moonlight paints a texture with pained grace;
My brother laying on time's edge... dawn hangs low.
The closed door grips, paling a ghostly shade
I taste the bitter oil of a requiem,
Eyes grating like sand , a blank frame portrayed.
Spilling a moan till nightfall , to review
All the vignettes from slices of laughter,
Of youthful journeys through paths aflame...
Still, the lucid screen of joys spent rises high
Across bright clouds,feathery.. fine as mink
That my own sigh releases a goodbye;
As his daughter, my god-child opens the link;
When we begin a new life together in my home.
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When A Door Closes Contest for Broken Wings
3/28/2016