Long Prism Poems
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Your love brutally soft and tender
Taught me not to stand in the crowd,
But be the crowd where the crowd
Wants to stand in.
Your love opened the doors of my psyche,
I am down for that measureless
Beauty of your body, soul and mind;
The whole prism.
Stare right straight ahead
When you close your eyes,
You will see and feel the glory of life.
I was wasting a dollar a day
Reading stupid newspapers
About planets that never brushed their teeth.
Your voice just wings me up,
So velvet, it does justice to my soul,
Sitting here in my studio mobile sealed,
Can’t believe things are possible
When easily taken.
Tisu zvinyau zvekuMalawi.
A misty reflection
in the mirror
of life
a fragile shadow
on the wall
of boundaries
A deep echo
in the tunnel
of thoughts
A soft whisper
in the voice
of dreams
a broken emotion
in the beat
of Hearts
a flash back
in nightmares
of death
a roller coaster
in the subconscious
of minds
a thunder storm
in the dilhema
of soul
a water mark
in the shade
of light
an immersion of words
in the baptism
of truth
an ultraviolet ray
in a shattered prism
of glass
a moonless sky
in a presumption
of total eclipse
a tempting apple
in the garden
of forbidness
a white angel
in the purity
of lusty sin
an ardent paramour
in fervent yearning
of passion
a jealous lover
in the destruction
of love
a stop watch
in the moment
of time
a deep crack
in the crust
of the world
an earthquake
in the hot core
of lava
a forest path
in a jungle
of lions
a gold circle
in waterfalls
of a crazy affair
a wave of trust
in the vast ocean
of betrayal
a soften glacier
on the bedrock
of seperation
a chess game
in the loss
of forever
a weeping petal
of a wild daisy
in last goodbye
a big question mark
on the edge
of destiny.
(3rd May 2010)
Charma
My time would be made of many happy hours
if you give me a glinting prism of diffracting glass.
I’d split the sun’s spectrum in the VIBGYOR colors,
over your face dawn’s crimson beams would pass.
Show me in a facetted mirror your enticing face,
in my kaleidoscope the alluring motif I’d see you.
Your sweet smile would lace your innate grace,
encased forever in my heart, it’d always be new.
Give me a clear lens of yearning that would magnify
the window of your heart, butterflies could make entry,
where with the pallet full of my ardor they would fly
with my love to make of you a classic portrait for me.
Give me a crystal lens of fervor focusing sharply you
on my unclosed eyes, I’d lose me in realm of reverie,
see your face gleaming in dream all the time anew,
painted to last forever on the canvas of my memory.
Give me your ear for a while, so the music you’d hear
of my heart singing in joy when to me you’re close.
On wings of nightingale love would fly in your sky clear,
for you the melody of ebullient emotion it’d compose.
Posted : July 10, 2019
May 28, 2020
Contest : Favourite Poem From June 2019 Or July 2019
Sponsor : Julia Ward
a
prism
of sadness
a piece of soul
falls from the windows
of the house where you live
trickling droplets of emotion
too hard to handle finally let go
relieving the strain of your pain
they fall from your eyes like rain
until you are totally drained
so you can rise up again
to play the game
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Here we are, in the womb of existence,
deluded that we’re separate from source,
knowing not love’s our only true resource,
we nurture fears, on ego’s insistence.
We’re granted free will, that soul grow faster
but poor choices we make, cause needless pain,
redeemed when dark desires to rest are lain,
that love and light divine, all we foster.
In silence when we’re still, voids within fill,
enlivened by sublime bliss magnetism;
loves prismatic hues light up body prism,
simply by so letting God do His will.
When will to God bends, separation ends,
lower mind and ego, just drop away,
in time stretched stillness, to bliss beats we sway,
wondrous how our soul, to heaven ascends.
07-June-2022
I can see the bright sun,
I can feel the colourful shades,
I can imagine, being among stars,
Not at night,during the days...
The rays are colourful,
That make my day
I feel so elated,
I shine,smile with joy...
It is the beauty of nature,
That embraces the birds,the trees,the flowers,
It is nature,that calls me,hugs me
With open arms...
Everywhere, there is beauty,there is charm,
I feel relaxed, I feel so calm.
I find myself lost in nature's arm,
Where I see the rays of nature's prism...
The drops of water on leaves,
Shine so bright
The spherical drops appear like a radiating prism
Absorbing all the rays of sunlight...
The beauty of nature, that I see and feel
It touches my soul,my heart gets chilled,
I am one among nature's creations
Like, the blue sky, the highest mountain,
the brightest flower,the rarest beach...
It's all,nature's magic,
That's beyond reach...
Contest name: Beyond Reach
Poem Title : Beyond Reach
Sponsored By: Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 27.12.2022
She gazed at the looking glass, but the mirror refused to grant her a preview of what might happen, a clear picture of where she had been and if she existed at all, the spectre of the moment seemed to be disguised from inspection. Coming to terms with having absorbed and condensed too many of society’s norms and demands had seemingly been her duty and the prism of requests on her image of beauty had failed her inner Self. She drooled onto the spitting image of nothingness and the slobber ran down to the frame that upheld phlegm and contempt before it trickled down onto the baseless floor founded on hardcore delusion. Diet pills and dark shades had not relieved her from a succession of errors of reason and emotion and when she had blindfolded herself, the blinkers tore deep into her misrepresentation of surrender and cosmetic denial.
scanned in revulsion
vacant echoes burst the sight –
shards of glass splintered
So many fragments pierced into her eyes, that dry tears covered the pulverized viewing and heart-blood sprayed all over her soul. A point of no return, because if she failed to stem the flow and bandage the wounds, gangrene would set it soon and salving the lacerations would only speed up infection and purulent grime. The wall in front of her blurred out of proportion and there was nothing she could do about it other than retrieving bristles and paint from the storeroom and gloss over the shiny remnants of disrepair. And therefore, she entered into a journey of the unknown, drew rose petals and thorns onto broken canvas. Before she knew it, she decoupaged disintegration and fractures, glued a mosaic of imagination to mirror what should have been there in the first place. Sweat dripped from her forehead and smudged aquarelle shades which reassembled self-worth and confronted demons and abuse. An inner voice shouted, ‘all you need is a mantra to caption the artwork which you truly are.’ That is when she wrote her first poem and became free of doubts, oppression and cynical critique.
blame discredit reproach
failed to appease me in vain –
reflections can change
26th March 2021
I strive to write deeply, from the wellsprings of my life.
To share with others, how awesome life truly is, even during
times of personal strife.
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How humanity has survived for centuries, though...
The poison of hate that has pitted, bro' against bro'!
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The prism of love, must be brought back in all it's glory.
Only then can we create and write a glorious history.
.
Don't think we can't...think "We Can"!
Stop talking divisely,harshly... about your fellow man.
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Cease thinking, "Ain't nothing I can do!"
Think instead, "What can't I do?"
Now..Go for it!
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January 15, 2020
Reflecting on the day gone by,
we looked after ourself quite well
but paused not for the soul who fell.
Did we do something we decry,
even if an unfriendly look,
at the beggar, who his fist shook?
Atonement begins with a sigh,
simple consciousness correction,
to shift to love our direction.
Our wayward ego must now die,
which means dwelling in cessation,
poised in all time meditation.
A song on our lips, we fly high,
whence grazed by divine magnetism,
igniting our mind-body prism.
Reflecting on the day gone by
Did we do something we decry
Atonement begins with a sigh
Our wayward ego must now die
A song on our lips, we fly high
Velvet heart romantics sensual bounce,
embolden relish despite an North Pole
shiver amid the snowfall prism awning.
Love-in-a-mist, synonym on damp Earth
ground clay akin to scented daybreak
usher sown wistfully underneath a
picturesque garden card sweet ritual.
Deep violet iris clusters bumper crop
of white and yellow matchmaker pollen.
Wondrous daffodil orange hue amply shades
it on charm-laden eye bright lustre omen.
Boundary wall purple clad aesthetic for
just we two human link chain jubilance.
Beyond this amorous enchantment other
panoramic backdrops herald visual gems.
Lesser redpoll cinnamon-brown twig perch
Black warblers stone grey plumage swoop,
forage and sequester round each broadleaf
tree golden orb seed wide arc lure,
fruit and berry composite on hedgerow
another hungry wild bird pristine cache.
Wether valentines bewitching red dawn eros,
that raw bone ice chill plummet or
iridescent wingspan proud horizon flyer,
February’s an opus-ridden flagship bookmark
Old Post date ; 7th February 2022
This contest post date ; 28th August 2022
Contest Name ; Free Verse - Old Or New
Sponsor ; Joseph May