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Premium Member Confronting Shadows


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.


Premium Member Shadow of Yearning

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.

Mind of the Heart


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

Premium Member Wings of Warmth


"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.

How You Make the Stars Hush

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')


Premium Member moonstone

‘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

Premium Member St Govan Chapel

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

Dot To Dot

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
Form: Rhyme

Moonstone Melodies

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

Lunar Elysian

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.

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