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An echo of lovesome passion, an inspiration of unborn theme,
A muse hypnotic, adept at composing aspirations of my dream,
Omnipresent voice of being, poetry is my love, eternal as time,
Shaping expressions of mind, embellishing moments sublime.
Strumming music enamored, resounding from tenor of heart,
Humming chorus of life, emanating tunes lauding poetic art;
Melodies I compose, musings inimitable, to her they belong,
Lyrics woven in waltzing words; she’s been a refrain of my song.
She is sunshine glinting my day, a shiny star glistening my night,
My companion on journeys opulent, she’s been my utmost delight;
Yet, the contours of her bold imagination, I cannot ever define,
Neither can I restrict her freedom, nor her notions can I confine.
Moody yet engaging, fondly she paints tapestries of my mind,
Luring me to paradise~ metaphors, simile, cogently designed,
Tiptoeing in my amorous view, enticing me with reveries anew,
Softly as sun’s crimson rays, twinkle gems from morning dew.
Poetry is my spring, she is my summer, she’s elixir for my soul,
She’s fuchsia beauty on rosy arc of dawn, doting sights extol;
Alluring, charming, she’s resplendence gold, of autumn’s show,
She’s pure, snow-covered meadows, a season of falling snow.
Sculpting tinges periwinkle, eventide paints on arc of ruby skies,
Sunset dreams of freezing eve, longing warmth of moonrise;
As realms gelid waltz, where light-beams with shadows dance,
Shuddering boughs, quivering vistas, swaying barren expanse.
Prairies frozen glimmer, resplendence of pristine falling snow,
Where decaying colors of fall, in remnants of autumn glow,
When twinkling cosmic rivers, on tapestries of Milky-Way flow,
As frosty moonlight glistens knolls, of shivering terrains aglow.
Quietude dwells in grip of winter, where lakes and rivers froze,
Where beauty shines reflecting light, gleaming blustery woes,
Of shorter days, of time glazed, mellowed in golden sunshine,
Ceding to lingering nights, glinting in glamor of heavens divine.
Love bites at the heart,
bursting past all defenses.
You see it in a smile,
a glance,
a look that makes your stomach lurch.
A sentence that stops your heart.
You hear it in the whisper of her words,
the warmth of her breath on your cheek
lingering in the night.
A brief memory of her touch
sends shivers down your spine,
the taste of her lips
and the feel of her close to you.
Of all things in this world;
None do you require more
than the resplendence of her,
the brilliance of her soul.
And yet, she left tonight for good;
Another stole her heart.
One last night of passion
before her departure,
leaving you hollow and alone;
Forsaken.
We were vacationing in the state of
palm trees and seashore in September's
mild loveliness.
Me, a sexagenarian widow,
hobbled by arthritis in my knees.
As my family enjoyed the surf,
I sat contented on a creaking
wooden pier,
taking in the salted breeze tossing
my gray hair.
I heard the seawater beneath me
ripple, then a splash,
and a masculine, "Hello,"
there in the mossy colored brine was he.
His long brunette hair flecked with
sun kissed gold,
it was entwined with tiny conch shells.
His build of brawn and burnished skin,
eyes of an amber hue.
Handsome in oceanic resplendence-
I then realized he was a merman!
As his iridescent lower body of sapphire
scales and magnificent fins swirled in
the foaming waters,
I thought what would such a youthful
merman want with an elderly woman
like me,
when there were younger women
bringing their charms to the sea?
He spoke again, and I was mesmerized,
"You were once a maiden,
a strong swimmer of the waves,"
he mysteriously smiled,
"King Poseidon remembers his
people of the deep,
although you are aged and infirm,
your soul is of the aqueous realm,
and know this message I give to
you today,
while you sleep neath the late summer
moonlight tonight,
we merpeople love you for your
caring of our vast oceans and
their life."
He reached out his strong hand
momentarily,
and placed a perfect pink pearl
into my outstretched hand.
His eyes so captivating that I
never wanted to stop gazing
into them.
As he softly bid me a farewell,
his fins slapped the waters,
as waiting dolphins leapt in happy unison,
and he disappeared beyond the edge
of the pier.
Charleston Merman,
I'll never forget you,
a sweet nautical memory,
as the perfect pink pearl is displayed on
white velvet on my nightstand. ~
we went to disneyland
and you are just transported
give me cobblestones, gas lamps and
a passive-aggressive Iron Man
The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh
the sign states you must be sober to ride
there is a rhino appearing to pierce the backside
of a white, moustachioed man, escaping up a tree
is it real, or is it more of the woozle fever dream
and our guide steve tells us to not panic
give me resplendence, iridescence
a fantasyland train station
kaleidoscopic and free hot chocolate
with purchased ticket
'Goofy will now light up the Christmas tree
and ensure all our wishes come true.'
i need that horse i've backed to come in,
brain tendencies and uncontrollable anger
purchase a 'non-stop 2-Day Fun Ticket'
to enter the park two days in a row
who's driving this flying umbrella?
Tonight the moon glows, made over anew,
a shift in the hue of her radiance;
transmuted from stark silver to glorious gold,
a wondrous new side of her resplendence.
I gaze at her splendor, basking in her light –
contemplating the flexibility of life,
the ever shifting nature of even the heavens;
how swiftly do things change.
Even before my very eyes, her color evolves,
slowly as I watch her ascend;
savor magnificence while you may,
for all too rapidly the world turns.
When the museful maiden in the sky
fades back to her usual dress of silver,
when she retreats once more to her blanket made of clouds,
so too shall I return to my hearth; so too shall I rest.
There was a season, precious was that time,
When you were my dawn of ebullient sunrise,
Song of my mornings, exuberance of spring,
Blossoming gleefully life’s verdant prairies
Whispering to dreamy nights hints romantic
Adorning love verses in indulgent promise.
As autumn arrived, you were still by my side,
Though vigor of hearts soon began to parch
As resplendence dried amid meadows’ sighs
When memories of spring autumn spurned
For music of romance was abruptly paused
And you left the stage as emotions stormed
Leaving behind effigy of affections denied.
There I struggled in turmoil of the bygones
Recalling forever-vows pledged for lifelong
Dissonant in your resolve~ time to exit now,
When rejecting my pleas, you were soon gone,
Refusing to ponder where did love go wrong.
Those days of spring still bloom my prairies,
Your passionate themes still blossom my dreams,
Though you have left and time has moved on
I am still holding on to reveries of our past
Knowing, at times, while love may not last,
It still strums the music and recites its song.
October 25, 2022
Placed 1st: Inspired By a Song-Once There Was A love
Poetry Contest; Sponsor: JCB Burl
Enveloped in sheets woven of the very fabric of eternity
I turn my waking gaze upon the serenity of your countenance.
Never has a sunrise known such striking resplendence,
nor such fragility, for all, I fear would vanish should I exhale too deeply.
In envy, the sun looms achingly opposite the window drapery,
casting golden morning hues of a deep intrinsic beauty.
Yet the rays in comparison, a mere lux, delicate and unearthly
by thy visage, spectral and sallow things in the dim periphery.
Thus, lay I suspended, basking in a twilight void of space and time
falling ever inward to be imprisoned by my heart’s affections.
There, nothing knows consequence save tender reflections
of devotion and yearning expressed in ancient passions divine.
I’m hanging on the precipice of madness, just shy of transcendence,
helplessly entangled in an ever-enduring moment of ecstasy.
In earnest, I catch my breath and, through the looming haze I find thee
eyeing me with a crumpled brow and a yawning stretch, we resume the dance.
Salutations to Tiranga (Indian National Flag)
Mother India was freed from the British shackles...
To tyranny we bid adieu, new freedom welcomed!
'Tiranga' with due honour, replaced the 'Union jack'
Fluttered in the blue sky in the glory of victory!
Orchestra of happy moods had finally arrived,
Calling for celebrations with full pomp and joy!
Our National Anthem sung and Trumphets blown
All Indians joined festivity forgetting all woes!
Adding wings to this happiness,the Tricolour fluttered!!
Breeze of bloodbath and fetters all disappeared
Flew with resplendence this khadi splendour!
Three stripes horizontal with a central wheel
Top is the saffron for selflessness and valour,
Also marks vibrant hue of Ego absolution!
White in the middle stands for peace and purity
Also Knowledge and honesty attribute to it
The dark green in the third stripe is for faith and fertility,
Happiness and prosperity for a greener globe!
The wheel of dharma adopted from the Lion capital,
That once sung heroism of Asoka, the Emperor!
In navy blue is this wheel placed in the centre,
Progress it represents with spokes twenty-four
Ignites a spark of deep patriotism as it flutters
Wrapped around cadaver of the martyrs of this mother
Glory to Tiranga, Glory to the Nation,
World's largest democracy salutes this symbol
Let our flag soar high and keep our spirits boosted
Long live Tiranga till the sky is above!
For the contest: The State/ Country Flag - sponsored by: Judy Konos
By: Anulaxmi Nayak,
Country: India
Flag: TIRANGA - Indian National Flag
date: 08/08/2015
THEME: Salutations and admiration to our national symbol!
POTD 4th Nov 2019
Vanquishing all reservation
twilight's prelude heralds
shadowy anticipation
of a secret amorous thirst
He surrenders once more
to his darkest desires
amplifies the sultry ambiance
with star spangled bursts
A slave in her entity
tremulous in her splendour
Captivating and illuminating
this shadowy tryst
yet her heart beats not in rhythm
to the songs he composes
she dismisses him once more
Saying… ‘it is what it is’
However, through chinks of his ardour
ebbing resplendence
Predominant primacy
hard to resist will persist
refusing to believe …’it is what it is’
refusing to believe …’it is what it is’
The intricacies of love
too difficult to fathom
Her preference mismatched
he cannot define
her daily mantra
heightens sensations
reserved for the one
who appears to outshine?
Nothing but ineffectual
is her discordant course
the unyielding reality
of it drives him insane
and through the ebbing darkness
she hears him screaming ….’it is NOT what it is
It is Not what it is’
No satin ropes will tether
her cosmic line of duty
No romantic soft liaison
would induce her to stay
Tremulous and tender
her love cruelly wanders
from his romantic serenade
she turns her light away
Succumbs to his enemy…Day
whispering softly…. ‘it is what it is
It is what it is’
POTD 4th Nov 2019