Long Roosts Poems
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Trudging under frozen starlit skies
Against stiff Winters bitter blowes...
When ambling up past frosted trees
From the wooded valley down below.
As stepping into a clearing glade,
Surround ragged drifts of thinning snow,
Once Summers haze - long since forbade,
Now pale Moon beams all aglow.
For within this realm of Twilight,
Perched high up in a bush,
Snugly within his feathered form
Roosts a warbled Darkling Thrush.
Stirred from his ruffled thoughts...
Dulcet voice lifts upon still night:
With euphonious notes so sweetly sung -
Poured forth in harmonious delight!
Oh tawny Throstle, nemesis of
Nightingales,
Did Heavens Choirs ever sound so sweet?
Your scrawny throat of melodious rails -
That kept my lover from her feet!
troubled tales unfold somewhere down in the realm of dreams
and tricking beats
most days begin this way, hiding, beneath the quilt,
submerged in layers
fluid flows against the slant of tilt, coalescing
with warm moist arousal
something rises from the deep with a dim sense of self
still kicking sheets
my who, my where, my when is warped, whirling and twirling
in time reversal
observe, as scenes shift in apparent random sequence
so unsettling
scary run through the strangely familiar
running, running, running
float out beyond a murky leap fro danger
in sublime rehearsal
to break surface instantly, suddenly exposed
protruding shoulder cold
left-over feelings endure, mood colouring
unexplained demeanour
afterthoughts flood in, disturbing the mixing broth
with incoherent desire
flummoxed flung, strewn scattered stones
where tumbling boulders rolled
my bleary one eye blinks, shafts of light revealing
cruelly crude occasion
as the external world forward-beats
tick-tocking the moment
ever-present memories merge and play
imagined expectation
my companion travels in close, touching skin
soothing this rude invasion
dawn greeting, outstretched arms uplifted
open to the blowing sky
wild branches sway, apple fruit swinging
joyous before the fall
little birds dart for cover, bigger wings flapping off
to hidden roosts
ominous rain precipitates, stirring the mud into uncertainty
the hope of knowing why
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Time vanishes softly, as inky fog at dawn!
In an instant, life is twisted sans pretense.
Finally, the long-awaited time has drawn!
Obsessed by an unrivaled urgency sense.
If every tree in every forest could be a man!
And every single stalk of greenery is a pen.
If all the leaves on each vine and tree dewy!
Shifting to a fragment of pablum is hooey.
Who seeks an ember if you have a fireplace?
Drained cheeks ignited the sparks that drew.
wolves and cubs engage in an iron wall mace.
My roosts kept a modest sneak-in under view.
With gentle hands, she cradles me tight.
A fleeting form of a fading sketch in twilight.
Each vertebra is a tower, a dainty delight.
She sketches my shapes in the depth of night.
This time of vulnerability, to lend and stake.
Were morrow...a halcyon after-saga of tonight.
Warm, awe-inviting rule kisses summer sake.
A dreary, aureate opulence accentuates the plight.
With each eerie shudder, my world feels right.
Muscles tensed, then yielded to my fight.
Unraveling the katabatic abyss from sight.
In softness and poise, our hearts bear flight.
Fanciful as a fabulous facade in golden sapphire.
Amid a seraphic secret, sealing a silken time.
Sparkle smiles in the forlorn orchid oasis fire.
Oiling, wooing Romeo-Juliet as equinox intime.
Her chapped lips suss, a whisper so slight.
Fingers flutter as flowers, a fragile delight.
A cherubic child in her arms, a joy, in her glow.
Amid ambrosial amorists, we waltz in the snow.
Dusk rises, pushing light back to reveal moonlight.
Boundless ash waned, but a watchful gaze remain.
My gasp, a blaze is out, and I'm going for the night.
Divine light dispels worries, allowing verve to sustain.
Balcony beckons, and brisk breezes bite.
I caress the soft breeze as our souls ignite.
Yet, a scent softly settles, as shadows shiver.
Underneath unkempt nails, darkness sliver.
Few people there were,
the day was slipping gently
into rising pools of twilight.
Passing city lights
winked
behand stands of trees.
Here is a family of walkers,
how like birds they appear?
Their young, sleepily following,
tethered by feathers of light
in the silent dark.
Over there, a little apart,
birdlike,
a man and his spouse talk in low tones
their words peck unheard.
We are all here,
speaking between the light and its shadows.
Aware of each other we are,
like the sky is aware of the earth
when evening roosts
among all the nesting thoughts
collected that day.
The immaterial has been gathered in,
arranged,
we now settle as one,
only to fly away into another day.
Speak Soft
Speak soft- a generational shift
The experienced age versus foolish youth
A war waged between generations
For one side has lived through life
Endured hardships and mistakes
But the other simply ignores wisdom
Speak soft- here today, gone tomorrow
The dove was flying so high yesterday
But now roosts with a broken wing
Speak soft- words of hate are like knives
Drenched with acid and poison
And once the knife cuts
There is no way to repair the damage
Speak soft- A demonic image hides an Angel
It's always a golden heart that endures the worst
But the worst brings out the best
Speak soft- the world continues to turn unaware that
Tragedy strikes deep within your heart
Speak soft- even concrete can hide a diamond
If one puts forth the effort necessary to mine
Indifferent one day; in tears the next day
Speak soft- care for those who care for you
Under a guava tree, I rest
Like me, a kitten also roosts
Both are excited to begin our quest;
And the tree gives us the best of the best
Seeing the birds for the first day,
The kitty thinks he can fly;
Climbing over the branches of guava tree,
Savouring the flowers, he smiles with glee
Glimpsing the birds hoping over the branches,
My mind kindles the memories avalanche;
I was sitting with my dad at the same place,
conversing about the garden we raise
Planning to plant some fruiting trees around,
And the plants to get flowers all year round;
A garden full of flowers, butterflies and birds, he dreamed,
His idea of providing an half plot for gardening was highly esteemed
Now the guava tree started bearing fruits;
His favourite kopsias are in full bloom;
But he is not with us to cherish the things, I thought,
until I saw a bulbul savoring the fruit
Squirrels, spiders, bulbuls,butterflies and moth
and sometimes koels and kittens, both
All live together in the guava tree
Yes, plenty of lives I see
Through these creatures' plethora
I feel my dad's pure aura .
Under the guava tree,
Now my mind is stress free ,
For I feel my dad's aura,
under the guava tree
I watch feather light snowflakes float down to the ground
they land so delicately; they hardly make any sound
by evening a blanket of wintry white is all around
The weather forecast confirms that winter is finally here
I see children having fun, I hear them whoop and cheer;
they are wrapped up snug and warm in their winter gear
making giant snowmen with the first snow of the year.
Spruce trees have a frosting of wonderful winter white
Nature’s beauty surrounds us it is a glorious sight
a robin lands upon a twig, it brings me such delight
as it roosts for a while then suddenly takes flight.
Deep soft snow has fallen and people must take care
We should visit elderly neighbours and should be aware
that some can’t get to shops so provisions we must share
and we can do their shopping as they rest in their armchair.
The temperature has dropped I can feel its bitter chill
Little children do not mind as they play out on the hill
they whizz on their toboggans it gives them such a thrill
as I observe them having such fun from my windowsill
I watch feather light snowflakes float down to the ground
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Blue sky, glorious golden sunshine
Elements every farmer needs.
With crops rippling in the breeze
Combine harvesters whirl into action
See them steadfastly snaking along the fields
I can hear their dull drone from morning to night
Farmhands work tirelessly to gather the harvest
Making hay whilst the sun shines
Every second of the day is so precious
Until the final rays of the red sunset fade
Only then the farmer leaves and can rest
Harvest moon rapidly rises
Silhouetted in the majestic oak tree
A barn owl roosts silently in the quiet of night
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Vulture; brazen carnivore, perched high atop the tree
waiting, just waiting, to swoop down for his opportunity
to pick the bones of something or someone he wishes dead
and all the while he roosts and waits for his daily bread.
Nasty black-eyed bird of prey, your ego is fat with bloat.
Hide your cause beneath your claws, on yourself you dote.
Stay on the highest branches of the timber where you judge
but cast your glance behind before another gives you a nudge.
How dare you look upon the ones who's intentions are good.
How I wish to cover your demeaning raven head with a hood.
You snicker and you sneer, but nothing of worth do you bear?
Sink your claws onto paper; let others judge you, if you dare.
Glare until you've had your fill. Cry foul if you will not abate.
No more will your dastardly disguised scorn upon me grate.
Caw out your tale, as did Poe, of the striking rights you defend.
You wanted the last bite of flesh; you got it. Now it's the end
Thinking in the,
Absence of silence.
A droplet of ink,
Can make millions think
Thinking in the
Absence of this silence.
Silence is being answered,
From questions that have
Never asked?
It is silence,
You do get
Pearls of Wisdom
Thickens, be it said.
Don't plan on being helped,
For help has gone silent
When this book, sitting here
On the shelf, silenced.
Silences, be it that,
Standish one
Instead, be the laid-back one
Make some history.
I am writing his words,
Doing what he does.
Takes one last glance at,
The silence around the room
Silenced is his, he roosts.