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Exotic perfumes opulent
Hibiscus and jasmine sentient
Charming flute and sitar entice
Indian chants undulating
Heads pivoting eyes inviting
Warm smiles reminiscent of spice
Voices that throw you in a trance
In a most voluptuous dance
Timing of twirling so precise
Long black waves of ebony hair
Swaying through the sumptuous air
Sweet frangipanis caressed thrice
Exotic perfumes opulent
Most seductive graceful movement
Colorful sari paradise
Hand caresses so alluring
Romantic moves hypnotizing
Expressive beguiling eyes slice
Through melodic extravagance
Beckoning magic’s elegance
Playing on heart strings that suffice
Such flair as spry as pure prayer
Let your soul embark if you dare
Swirls of sensuous bounty twice
Hibiscus and jasmine sentient
Charming flute and sitar entice
Exotic perfumes opulent
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~NAMASTE~ 2020
AP: 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on April 29, 2020 for contest STRAND PICK H sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
A crystal vase, a bunch of withering Roses.
... it’s almost a week....
My friend congratulated me on publishing a book,
by bringing ravishing red flowers.
closed my eyes in a reverie ~ took the longest breath ~
inhaled the fragrance floating all around me ~ imbibed the radiance of the gleaming red ~ indulged in the memories of love ~
.....As long as I could.
Gradually those Roses losing their enchanting sheen,
Their unique lustre and hue diminishing,
Some dried, parched petals already hopelessly crumbled on the hard floor,
fading, shrivelling, drooping, descending.
My heart aching mournfully to see them decline and fall,
......Who can stop the inevitable!
One by one - those flowers will lose their shimmering petals,
only the stems remain reminding of the brilliant past,
in the end - they are painfully reminiscent of the decay of a sublime beauty,
ending up being cruelly discarded, crushed,
.....thrown away with little regard.
Life, a meandering river ~
full of possibilities, dreams infinite, also painful memories -
Wish we could hold on to the exuberant flavour of a fragile life,
An incense burns to exude aroma until only the ash remains...
Dreams don’t wilt....
But Happiness fades away before we know it!
November 2, 2020
For Ambedo Poetry Contest (Placed Second)
Sponsor: Silent One
Sounds of inaudible shadows fleeing for cover
They're on my trail; one path has led to another
The faint noises of their traffic rouse those nearby
Summer's night seems to be serene, but it is a lie
in the middle of the bustle of the busy streets
Let's explore some half-full mumbling retreats
The city's sound is reminiscent of a symphony
In this social junkyard, that might restore dignity
Art implies unseal mind, yet doubt can block them
In this era of polyester, I'm scanning for a gem
However, it's not unusual for words to come freely
Hair spilled shadows, never soaked so deeply
Airy grace of a picture clashes with the evil below
Deep seas are noiseless, and this we know
Art relieves anxiousness and stimulates creativity
When people see you, they may view positivity.
ORGANICS
unusually seen
showcased
structures
installed
as a
visual agendas
so
intriguing
a reminiscent
meander
in provocative
ideas
that intersect
to be preserved
educate
&to interact with
the creative
a
minimalist
feeling of being
an
empty space
sans awareness
emanating
from
traces of sans
the invisible
everywhere
then
to disappear.
silent
as
layered light
translucent
thru a
glass window
so organic &
surprising
a kaleidoscope
of the unfamiliar
remnants of
tapestries
revered
&futuristic
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Butterfly wing door vestibule builds anticipation
Shuffled, carpet muffled greetings, familiar embraces
Piloted by Holy Spirit, seated hushed congregation
Ritual of ornate cathedral thanks hidden crypt rib cage
Enduring centuries, pliable sandstone testiment
God's following holds time proof tenacity
Flared proud corners, pyramid reminiscent
Honour continues amidst shifting society
Solid oak panelled door on wrought iron hinges
Greets round barrel key bearer with ominous groan
Down four slouching stone steps from street edge
Solo visit in sacred space never partaken alone
Curved bookcases cater for leather bound learning
Volumes of theology define best ways
Nook with desk lets liturgist imbibe God's word
Tall back chair, acorn emblems engraved
Beneath majestic vessel, clay damp chamber
Rhubarb velvet curtain, tassel tied to sides
Strongest entity relies on the Lord as Saviour
With worship's dedication, faith survives
In expansion, searcher emerges at alter, cleansed
Hive of etched arches tribute precision architectural
Vibrant robes, sashes draped, silken beacons
Of preparation, celebration of overcoming, renewal
Pulpit's ingrained memory both daunting and welcoming
Deep set lead light showers sombre pews in intimacy
Haloed Christ holds baby, shares parables with children
Crease covered hymn books strum procedural symphony
Written July 2020 (no previous submission)
Submitted for : Brian Strand
Completely New Volume 23
on 18th August 2020
Most imp potent and salient playbook page...
'bout fluffiness of hair after washing
Now get ready for...
yup intelligent persiflage
determining if potty "talk" gauge
correctly calibrated courtesy this sage.
Beats out global warming
by a long stretch
most important commander
must set example you betch
chore life no matter
if miserable wretch
survives impeachable offenses
enough to make me kvetch,
especially four more years
yours truly will once again become
bulimic anorexic wretch.
Versus important crisis
of planet Earth,
where Gaia's bountiful
nature woolworth
analogous wharf resplendent
docks side of ships berth state
housing electricity generating
mined resources inevitable dearth
warming chill folks
courtesy homey hearth
reminiscent during inchoate
fetal nine months
in utero signaling imminent birth.
Quite understandable reasonable,
non negotiable, inviolable...
blah... blah... blah
scalp itching blather
particularly to prioritize
orange-blond hirsute fullness
upon rinsing sudsy shampoo lather
as expressed by this
post baby boomer
pencil neck geek father,
who attempts to walk poetic feet
across cyber sea
miraculously to slather.
Trademark seedy nonsensical
farcical gobbledygook,
perhaps posthumously printing
bestselling blank paginated chapbook
ghost written by Trump
titled Art of the Steal
detailing head and shoulders how to look
suave and sophisticated all business
swiftly tailored harried style shook
White House disguised himself as rook
key "Fake" incognito president
recruiting apprenticed bartered bride
slow vacuuming trophy wife crook
cow hoard milching, kickstarting,
inciting, generating... donnybrook
coiffing pompadour resembling
forefathers windblown periwig.
Nope not even one hair
mussed out of place,
as if teetering fountainhead
supporting Atlas shrugged
top heavy topples
and crashes scattering
bajillion easy pieces everyplace
analogous to humpty dumpty
each and every last vestige
vanishing without a trace
exiting out cloaca
subsequently intently watching
toilet bowl royally flush
clockwise if within northern hemisphere
heavy enough to sink submarine
haint no reason yours truly might gush
even if abominable ballast
saves queasy passengers
plummeting thru aerospace.
"life goes on...even though our hopes are crushed...
leave their dreams to the dream catchers" (By Poet)
inhaled alluring fragrance floating around me ~
imbibed radiance of the gleaming red roses
gradually those roses losing their enchanting sheen,
their unique lustre and hue diminishing, some dried,
parched petals already hopelessly crumbled on the hard floor,
fading, shrivelling, drooping, descending.
my heart aching mournfully to see them decline and fall,
who can stop the inevitable...one by one...those flowers
will lose their shimmering petals, painfully reminiscent
of the decay of a sublime beauty - cruelly discarded.
life goes on...even though our hopes are crushed,
even though a few flowers, which could have fully bloomed
and enchanted the world... fall and perish.
they leave their dreams to the dream catchers
to be cherished…
October 10, 2021
Inspired by "Let's Mix It Up" Poetry Contest
Two lines Of Unrhymed Couplet (12 syllables each)
Eight lines of Unrhymed Free Verse (Imagism)
One Stanza Of Unrhymed Free Verse
Sponsor: Constance La France
SECOND PLACE
For Strand - 1059 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Winnie the Pooh never knew
the trek that honey seekers tread
that mysterious drive askew
that drove them to the fragrance of a hidden bed
and a hundred blushing blossoms bounce and prance
with soft fuzzy cuddlers touching nature's circumstance;
and I,
the sentient but distant bumbling observer see
life follows the plans and path like tiny insect feet,
a worker neither drone nor queen
gathering the memories of where I've been,
moments reminiscent of time spent in pondering
those wonderful experiences to life's many wanderings,
ever on the mend seeking new finds around the bend
with my poetry and journals, today do I poorly tend
remembering all the good times as well as bad
life still has dreams and hopes, both happy and sad
accepting today as it is without regrets
holding to tomorrow, don't count me out, I'm not done yet.
for Craig Cornish's contest
when Bumbles Bounce
9/20/19
Poet’s wild fables of love’s souvenirs
Inked with fire or tears render passions creed
Ghosts reminiscent of past loves appear
Whose obsessions purge as a ransomed deed
A crowned fool of lovers our pen invites
Igniting hearts or be drowned in sorrow
Sweet words tumble or tears flood moonlit nights
Lit by starlit schemes musing tomorrow
Kings and Queens, Pawns in romantic stories
Each chapter written between truth and dreams
For artful love portrays splendid glories
The courtship circus reckons each sweet theme
Love does find its own, love does own what’s found
Its carousel in our heart’s madness bound
January 4, 2021
Podium Placing Promises Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Written: October 28, 2025
I press my palm against your shoulder,
dust-streaked and aged
You unfold before me.
Heat rises from the folds
between the tendon and the tender dough.
I savor a bite of the dough.
reminiscent of the stars I once folded,
now scattered,
akin to lost receipts
in a tempest.
I arrive with my stained skin, as a flyer
marred by hurried typos,
hastily printed
by a restless intern.
Here, I consume you wholly.
A vendor presents grief in palm-sized parcels,
with you wrapped in sensational headlines
That twists the truth.
I swallow every piece of you,
even the mustard staining the captions.
But then the rain begins—my likeness of you blurs,
my ink a wing in flight as a winged creature.
A man in uniform smiles and brushes
the sugar from my scalp
casting it into the tide, a final farewell.