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With the romantic spectrum of sunburst sky’s fire
I profile the radiant rendering of my blazing desire,
where our harmonious hearts are entwined,
sutured by the enticing threads of sublime fondness.
I couldn't release then your alluring hands,
for I felt my ebullient exhilaration fervently flicker,
flashing on your face like the luster of twilight,
I got flushed with the flare of craving delight.
You are gone where the destiny has taken you,
your shadow lingers on in my longing threshold.
I sense the enduring aura of your yearning,
like the argentine glow of the amorous moon.
The sky now shimmers with the last glorious gleam
of the waning moon at the edge of the indigo night,
that I can’t ever forget howsoever I may try,
for with stardust sequins I’ve adorned your shadow.
Its cascading cadence I perceive caress your face
with the turquoise touch of sensuous splendor,
I carry crimped in the pining pulsation of my heart
as the seraphic shadow of our togetherness.
I haven’t counted the steps we’ve walked side by side
on the sliding sands spread on the shore of time,
but the frilled footprints I feel facsimiled in my mind,
where I face the serene shadow of eternity.
As the untamed winds of desire drift away
the mystique mist of opaque obscurity,
the pearlescent streams of amorous sunshine surge
with the mesmeric momentum of fiery fervor.
It drapes your eyes with the tapestry of trance,
where I find in the azure firmament of yearning.
My fervent longing sparkles enthralled as a lonely star
in the gilded shadow of gold-lined cloud of passion.
My loneliness finds wings in the seamless sky,
flies in the beguiling breeze of reminiscence
toward the fading end of our twilight zone,
where I confront your shadows stilled in silence.
In the twilight hour waning by the window,
open to the hues of the eventide horizon,
and to the breeze of the departing day,
the sky shimmers with the last glow
of the sun setting at the edge of the indigo night.
Its cascading tang caresses your face,
flushed with the touch of our togetherness,
we carried this far crimped in the entwined hearts.
We haven’t counted the steps
upon the sliding sands on the coast of time,
but the frilled footprints I see engraved plumb in mind,
yours beside mine, etched side by side, all the way
where we're now in the serene shade of eternity.
As the feral winds of desire blow away
the howling clouds, split by the distant thunder,
the pearlescent streams of amorous moonbeam surge
with the azure momentum of ardent fervor
through the window I keep open to the sky,
spread the mystic tapestry of trance on your eyes,
where I see a seamless sea form for me
to sail on the ebullient waves of longing,
reach the fervent shore suffused with your scent,
where my first red rose to you will kiss your lilac lips.
I’ll hear the rhapsodic thrum of dreams,
carried by the waves of ecstasy, we won’t count,
see the pearls of passion spread
on the lengthening shadow of yearning.
April 4. 2021
Contest : Eight Word Bardenesque Challenge
Sponsor : John Hamilton.
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
“Feeling, not thinking, Soul with Love linking
~ we attained God consciousness unblinking”.
Mind of the heart
Neither thinking
nor feeling
~ Void ~
Soul penetrates innermost
chamber time to time
takes it on ecstatic
journeys to unknown
ocean mines
zips open my armour
blood dripping
octopus grimacing
crushes, smash
Heart
to smithers
I cry not for God blinks
mermaid and merman
whips tails together
whale songs in distance
deep dive
Jonah still imprisoned
above an albatross
altitude altar soars
No mind for thoughts
tabernacling
only a spacious journey
across seas silver
star gates I myself
unlock
lymph losing colour
of tailscales tailored
pearlescent
Are these fingers or
toes waking
whispering ?
Not know I
I only know I AM
HEART in obedience
to ONE
Armour crashes onto
bottomless floor
no grounding lore
I fall, fall fathomless
lie quiet beating
breathing
throbbing exhausted
exhumed encrypted
exposed
I AM liquid Love
sensing coelacanth
eggs in golden keg
Shiva seeps through
viking waters cold
I glide into His
embrace slit
sea salt fed
Naked doorway veins
to strange domains
arteries touch Void
gently become
flickering flames
dice game dance
mitochondria translucent
your merman tail
loses its scales
hair stick to oyster rock
justice jutting
Neptune silent soothes
Jonah’s three days
served staring upward
to Crystalline Light
blinding sight
No thinking no feeling
no thing ~
I AM HEART divine
no nose, no ears,
no skin sublime
Vulnerable
though you, Soul
swam as Sea
Vulture visceral
Two diamond dragon
drops in Divinity’s
explosive glare
We melt into His
caressing stare
could not blink
no eyes
brown or green
neither lids to
comfort kiss
We attained God
Consciousness
colourless
"Mother,
You are my heartbeat
and I'm your lifeline,
we both are 'one',
as an inseparable hue of purity,
smeared upon the sacrosanct lotus..."
As you cradle
those sleepless stars,
swirling in my
insomniac flurry ink,
lulling me to
honeydew-soaked
slumber and
letting these
unicorn-lights
twinkle within every
pearlescent pulse,
my heart flies
across gentle
wonderlands of
fairy-knitted dreams,
believing in
seraphic miracles.
Although, I may
have been
drenched in
cavernous
bloodstorms and
my heart bleeds
russet hail, but,
you will always
heal my hauntings
with your
calendula-glazed
peridot symphonies,
forever shielding
my saffron
innocence within
your womb
of compassion,
soft like
creamy cotton,
and periwinkle-rosy
flickers of love.
I've been blessed
with the crimson-gold
warmth of a
motherly sunflower,
amidst this
cold autumnal
rain of bitter flakes
and spiced leaves.
You are my
white-lotus-winged
mermaid, a
featherless angel,
and this
watercolor child
will always draw
peony-incensed
gardens, carrying
the fruity fragrance
of maternal croons.
This lifetime
will incessantly
echo with nascent
harp's harmonies,
of a daffodil-
daughter's melody
for her spring-
scented mother,
for, it's the
only rare truth,
that has been
revealed amongst
onyx blades,
scattered across these
vulturous skies.
I never dream to
fathom those
lavender beaches
of snowy sonnets,
without the
cashmere caress
of your sheen
cinnamon shawl,
that gives me relief
from aching
frostbites,
rewarded by
this wistful world,
immersed in apathy.
I forevermore
wish to be that
last 'princess petal',
that remains
eternally etched
to the selfless
nurturing of your
pinkish throne.
I might forget you for a little while
but when the last desert hues of sunset roses
wrap the bareness of these arms
Out of nowhere and without reason I think of you
Darkness falls and so my tears
but then the wind wafts its zephyr breeze
and exhales away my fears
My fears,the deepest of fears I ever fear
A pearlescent moon rises above an unshaped horizon
casting its opalescent glow upon my face
making me feel your warm embrace
Silver dust descends so softly
like your lips over my skin
It confirms you've returned back
from wherever you have been
Your return brings back the melody
as you love me unexpectedly
Oh my love come close ,Come lean on me
How you make the stars hush breathlessly
Once again you play your music
on the muffled strings of my heart
Once again the fluting sound of distant birds
fulfill two souls that can never truly part
Oh my love come close ,Come lean on me
How you make the stars hush breathlessly
Still,so still they keep our secrets
and would not reveal life's destiny
Tnks for the inspiration,not for the contest
(For those who wish to participate its the contest
-'How you make the stars hush')
‘if I could I would fetch you the moon a spoon …’
opalescent like a chakra’s rainbow
your lustrous promise kindled
a path to peace and stability
to the moon and the back of beyond
shining darkness
radiance emerging from shadows
archetypal togetherness forged from above
a pearlescent moonstone
bestowed on our marriage
guided by an expanse of time and space
crowned with infinity
and transcendental esprit
infused by mind body and soul
lunar crescents shone waned
and waxed once again
for better worse richer poorer
in insanity and restoration
to love and to cherish ...
founded on divine intervention
heavenly bliss interspersed
by carnage and despair
blessed by the gift of recovery
it took what seemed like eternity
to understand that
not moon spoon nor
what wants to be written in stone
can be taken for granted
a moonstone
represents more than
stardust to become
or a fanciful pebble
carved by the Universe
love thoroughly vanquishes obstacles
and has inscribed miracles
into our wonderful lives
Saint Govan’s Chapel
They stood with their raincoats and rubber boots at the top of the cliff
Clothed in anger and fear they braced the elements and honoured the Saint
A hermit had lived in a fissure hewn into rocks by the tides and corrosion
The Chapel had been a later addition to weather storms for silent prayer
Souls stuck on survive they had arrived at the abyss to halt their demise
Hearts on surrender they threw caution to the wind for one final shout
‘Maybe the dolphins will offer a ride or the seagulls will take us higher’
Into clouds of salvation where their minds had failed to deliver release
He picked wild flowers and arranged a crown on her sunken head
Yellow Poppies for Peace and Wild Garlic to fend off their demons
Caressed the breeze in her hair embraced her Puffin tattoo and
Sank into her bell feathered arms seduced by kindness and hope
Raindrops fell like pearlescent seashells from a rainbow while rosaries’
Ocean spray tickled their weather worn skins and covered their sadness
Wind brushed away urchins of cobwebs and urged them to proceed
Sun rays reflected the moon as they enlightened their shadows’ horizon
Stripped to the core and essence they unlaced gloom and their burdens
Stepped forward in time and let nature answer echoes of happiness
Before they knew it stark naked bodies mingled under moons’ canopy
As they spooned their fortunes together and went deep inside joy
They felt younger by the minute and recalled the ancient wisdom that
A healthy body resides in a sound mind and rekindled passion and life
Soon they would not hear the sound of waves but felt the earth move
To rhymes rhythm and metre holier than holy and discarded insanity
Tongues licked the salt of the earth kissed cradled abandoned restraint
And tied a union made in heaven transported into ravines of rapture
The gods blushed a bit but looked kindly onto the feast of delight
No one demanded that life must be prudish when beauty unveils
06th June 2019
I'll begin my dot-to-dot journey at first light
when dawn paints the sky after darkness of night.
Dots like stars on the horizon will be pearlescent hues
all interlaced with shades of pastel lavenders and blues.
From that mark my tracing would take me aloft
to view the sea whose waves are curled and coifed.
A ribbon of specks then bounces from beach to beach,
where upon sandy shores the sea's fingers flow to reach.
To granite cliff tops my next dots would climb
where I'd walk in heathered meadows for a time.
Each step a new spot where my dotted tracings align.
The next ones will lead me to an evergreen forest of pine.
On soft pine needles, several dots will outline a bed,
and four more to make a soft pillow for my weary head.
I'll laze for a while, drawing more dots from flower to flower
until I travel along on the pixeled road for hour beyond hour.
My journey will be unscripted. The dots will have no plot.
They will ramble and scramble to wherever I choose to trot.
Inside a starting gate of horses, ready to race on a dirt track.
On and on I'll draw dots and never once bothering to look back.
More dots will I need as soon as the moon appears,
for not being able to reach her fills my heart with fears.
I'll stipple many pinpoints from moonbeam to moonbeam,
then follow with more of them from stars with a silvery gleam.
From morning's pale horizon, onto midnight's crest,
I'll make my way through the day then stop for a rest
to plan an alternate route to bring me back home again.
One that takes me winding through clouds and a gentle rain.
November 15, 2022
Dot to Dot Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
Let me conjure some mystical moonstone melodies
A symphony of sapphire strains and ruby rhapsodies
A harmony of hessonite hymns and pearlescent praises
A litany of lapis lazuli lullabies and limestone lyrics
Amethyst anthems join in chorus with beryl ballads
Carbuncle canticles rise up along with diamond ditties
An emerald euphony of jasper jingles and obsidian operas
A magical mix of turquoise tunes and aquamarine arias
A playlist of peridot poetry and rainbow-garnet rhymes
A musical medley that mesmerizes with its magnificent sparkle
A gleaming, glittering gem of a song
Moonstone melodies that meet a Maestoso finale
Oh, how I love staring up at the ethereal radiance of the moon,
resting against the endless onyx-black sky.
Her magical and mystical pearlescent glow is cast upon me,
I am delivered from my darkness—
I am shielded from my shadows.
The moon‘s celestial veil captivates me,
enticing me with her enchanting aura;
Her enigmatic beauty and powerful magnetism mesmerizes me.
When she is in her full-phase, so large and luminous, she appears nearby,
as if there is only a short distance keeping her and I apart.
Oh, how I wish it was possible to journey to the moon,
and walk lingeringly among the cratered rocky debris and gray powdery dust.
I would cherish the utter silence and serenity of space around me,
while forgetting all the desolation and ruination of the world I had left behind.