Long Refracts Poems
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Pheromones divine, arise from within
Our presence is aware of each nuance
Soma nectar dew glistens on our skin
Endlessly replays, this beauteous dance
Vaporised self assigns no preference
To magnetic attribute manifest
Each love hue is imbibed with reverence
As heart delights, flowing through trough and crest
Space flickers, revealing void luminous
Expanded form contains the universe
Magical grace influx, polyphonous
An epiphany we cannot rehearse
Our body prism refracts God’s soft white light
Rainbow in full view, nurtures soul’s delight
11-March-2022
Awakening my zeal, smiles hazy morning
Taking leisurely walk in nature's daydream
Advancing slowly into dense fog's retreat
As sun's orange glow on the horizon rises.
Shining dew refracts in golden sunrise
Attracting rose blooms to admiring eyes
As buoyancy roams on butterfly wings
In perfumed ambiance breezy air brings.
Panoramic is ruby scene blowing in winds
Swaying tall trees on forest green hills
Floating sights gently on wavy blue waters
Rowing fluid emotions on cerulean dreams.
Humid air revolves uplifting misty clouds
Harboring dark, flashing thunderous sparks
Raining on our ardor primed for romance
Causing hesitation of sensuous thoughts.
But emergence of rosy sky invites us back
As spectrum of colors inscribes the skyline
Evoking desires in remnants of raindrops
Holding me spellbound, courting your heart.
June 22, 2019
Placed 1st: Strand select E contest by Brian Strand
To many, you are like rainbows,
In the sky when the sun refracts,
That, once in a blue moon it glows,
Though one, all eyes it still attracts.
Their gazes just see you in part,
'Cos most of your beauty you hid,
Still you glaze their views with your art,
But to me, your love has no lid.
Even when my mouth is whining,
Your love still sit deep in my bone,
My sky has your silver lining,
Noone else can ever be your clone.
In you, I live my world so sweet,
You cleared my eyes of teary mists,
Loving you is my fondest feat,
In my world, nothing else exists.
My love needs not wait for the rain,
My joy daily lives on your face,
My heart has a space for your reign,
My life is happy for this grace.
Breath grinds stone in the hollow chest,
time loops, cruel clockwork chewing marrow.
Each step refracts an endless cascade,
mirrors eating mirrors, swallowing meaning.
She watches herself dissolve, still walking,
hands trembling over undone buttons.
The walls bend inward, whispering static:
a language faceless, flat, unending.
"Echo without collapse"
Memory slits its own throat quietly,
bleeds until the air stinks of void.
Faces blur, cruel smudges framed in frost.
Fingers forget what they’ve once held.
"Echo without collapse"
The ceiling fractures, mercury spills night.
Dust coats the tongue, sour scripture of collapse.
Sanity laughs, teeth like shattered porcelain.
She screams and keeps on breathing.
Nothing stops. Nothing starts. Stillness spins.
Somewhere in the debris, she remains
a scream folded inside a name,
a self rusting softly in endless loop.
"Echo without collapse"
I sit and stare beyond what's there, besides
"The oval window, a portal to another dimension".
It drags the moon's eclipse off the sun's circle
to show an ellipse with twin foci, in two dimensions not one.
The tension woven into its shape shrouds a duality,
a flip-flop state, steeped in,
and reeking with ambivalence.
An oval coracle holding on,
rocking in choppy seas.
Therein lies a worm hole,
where logic warps to both sides, here and now, together,
where light bends, twists refracts to an oval rainbow,
where time stands still, then back-tracks
to before, to way, way back when,
and on to now and then.
An oval belies uncertainty,
spiraling like sand,
down in an hour-glass
down the plug-hole, down into the sink below,
collected in an oval coracle,
an egg yet to hatch.
Ghosts in Gray Rains.
All along the rain swept street
Crowed With Ghosts of Lost Sovereign thoughts.
Shadows are carved hard,
sharp by
Neon Bars.
My mind wanders in thick
Forested parks
of a Cites sick Heart.
Built of rust blackened
Mechanical
Parts...
they drip deep red amber...
Thoughts drain into time,
Past.
Life seems vast until it comes short in a
Blinding Blast.
Life passes.
As Ghosts waltz in Creations silent music
Of firmament's trance.
Winds cuts the flesh briskly troubles the autumn
leaves to twirl.
Light reflects refracts
shimmering in Mythic Dance.
All along rain swept streets
Lights flicker in absent rhythms
In a City
Asleep,
In an otherworldly trance
Ghosts of gray rains drift in
Lost Moments of Sovereignty…
Breath grinds stone in the hollow chest,
time loops, cruel clockwork chewing marrow.
Each step refracts an endless cascade,
mirrors eating mirrors, swallowing meaning.
She watches herself dissolve, still walking,
hands trembling over undone buttons.
The walls bend inward, whispering static:
a language faceless, flat, unending.
Memory slits its own throat quietly,
bleeds until the air stinks of void.
Faces blur, cruel smudges framed in frost.
Fingers forget what they’ve once held.
The ceiling fractures, mercury spills night.
Dust coats the tongue, sour scripture of collapse.
Sanity laughs, teeth like shattered porcelain.
She screams and keeps on breathing.
Nothing stops. Nothing starts. Stillness spins.
Somewhere in the debris, she remains
a scream folded inside a name,
a self rusting softly in endless loop.
Crisp breeze blows summer’s scorched screen away,
the somber sky revives to radiate the alluring aura,
clumps of cloud turning cotton span its canvas,
sail shapeless across the arena of seraphic azure.
Nature’s prism refracts the ambiance of autumn
at the lucent edge of the halcyon horizon,
splits the slant sunbeam in VIBGYOR spectrum,
hypnotic hues trickle down the canopy of foliage.
The sepia trees line the cinnabar garden path,
the gilded leaves bend to leave their boughs.
For them it’s time to grow golden wings and fly,
soar toward the serene sky before they fall.
Getting bare of bronze blanket once verdant,
the wrinkled trunks of tawny trees stand tall.
In the rhythmic rustle of the blushing leaves,
I hear the melody of autumn’s aureate footfall.
"For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made." - Romans 1:20
The coloured space refracts the Creator's essence
A vision soaked in palettes with threefold lens
RGB, HSV, or Lab—three in dimension, yet one in hue
In every shade and gradation, His light shines through
There are no depths from which He does not gleam
In blackest nights, faint sparks can still be seen
A triune of quarks swirl in quantum lore
Chromodynamic sparks weld together the atoms' cores.
Galaxies ignite where the elements unite
As trichrome charge converges to white
'Til eons pass and the stars cave in
And remnant dusts collide to birth new kin
What wondrous run, what state of art!
The world we tread on beats with iron heart
Fe, atom number 26, is a sacred sign
To the tetragrammaton, YHVH, His name divine
Then to its mass, add neutrons—30 in all
The age when priests (and Christ) are given call
As Iron-56 stands, most stable of time and space
Thus our lives shall be, when yielded to His grace
In all of this the bonds shout eight-point-eight
When fusion peaks, new dawn shall propagate
Through life of stars the Spirit breathes
Through crimson blood that iron sheathes
Abundant life is encoded within the Son's name
As the oxygen in air sparks resurrection's flame
Even the atmospheres bear witness to the cross
The Word is inscribed in all of cosmos
Thus Nature's Laws pulsate with His decrees
Woven in Love, not random debris
From stellar breaths to fermion spins
Every speck of existence are God's fingerprints
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.