Long Sakura Poems
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Fall always comes
As September rises
Leaves crimson, some gold
Say it's September 11
All over again and again
Every year the date reminds
Like a cruel Xmas on repeat
Keeping our presents
Every score, a bit forgotten
Until no one recalls planes
Till it turns to politics
Trying to find sweets in chaos
Flies are buzzin’
Some had hit our Twin Towers
Some were drawn to our pentagon
Some bravely missed the mark
The sky was falling on 9/11
Says Chicken Little
Too chicken to mourn
The day the sky really fell
We in America really felt it
All those purple bodies
Like confetti discarded
Like shrapnel remembered
Raining down to the abyss
On America's children
For twenty-five years
For what design?
For a virtual harem?
The flies are still buzzing
Everyone loves the Fall
But the few and me
We like growth over decay
Spring over the Fall
Petals died on 9/11
They fell like sakura
The Fall births cherry blossoms
For us to consecrate
Life is holy like petals and maples
But is the US holier?
As if we are just foliage
Whatever color discarded
We all bleed as one
Mingled with all the dust
That day will be forgotten
Be the few to ignite the forest
Smoldering, but not forgotten
Irrefutable as dust
Indefatigable as MLK
The youngest would be 25
Now a memory viridian
A charred acorn waiting
Unforgettable like a date
In a pit waiting to burst
In any hemisphere
A new memorial
In an undiscover'd country
From whose bourn
No traveller returns
Waiting to sprout
On nine eleven
Forget us to live
They say
No we say
If we forget
Who'll remember us?
Unless
The singularity
Is US
Cherry blossoms in September
Blood red leaves falling in May
Where towers never fall
They rise
If love is real
When the sky is a
sequestered sanctuary,
and the clouds croon
for sinking star-beams,
listen to the euphoric hymns of silence,
for seething storms throned
beneath rainbow castles
shall never obscure the
crystalline colors of compassion,
amidst thickened fangs
of dwelling darkness,
constantly trying to
seize peacock pigments
within violet-blue seas
of sequined sentiments…
O’ beloved white rose~
perfumed in vanilla love,
let not the wolf-spider gaze,
mirroring envy within black widow hearts,
confuse your diamond vision.
It’s just another day,
enveloped in a warm sakura sunrise,
there the gales of greed
looming in ghostly flecks,
question the redolence of rivulets
behind your veiled vigor.
There’s no reason to fear
when hope flows and drifts
like comets flying as fluttering butterflies
across the butterscotch horizon.
Remember, when the sage sun
seeps into foggy crevices,
and deserted dunes
speak in ashen accents,
their choice of words do not define
the rhythm of your seraphic symphony.
Your merlot wine spirit is
the whimsical wand turning unspoken
tales into wildflower wishes.
There’s no need for an alchemist
nor a sorcerer to concoct
spells that rearrange constellations,
as your voice swirls in magical mists.
You and I, are every last thing
we need to conquer the bewitching
perimeters we truly deserve.
Tonight, when my lids rest upon the
dreamscape of daffodils and dahlias,
I see that look in your eye.
I ponder, is it me that you long for?
Am I the unfading ink
within your saccharine sonnets?
I yearn to be the one you talk
about in sweet seclusion.
This trembling canvas longs
for no other skin to caress the acrylic
edges of my aching soul,
and I do not need
the wind and water
beneath whistling willows
to write my destiny
in green and gold.
We don’t need shades of shadows
following our intertwined silhouettes,
yet I let these metaphors
merge with the heat of
your passionate presence,
as you and I break through
the landscapes of grief
with mutual attraction
like the mulberry rays
between the moon and earth..
Become my air,
pursuing my scent
in sweet fragrant fields,
where devouring tastes
of bohemian spirit,
delicately descend
in subsistent sighs.
Distracting the
tones of silence,
from subtle susurrus echoes,
like a tender
sakura breeze
kissing fresh
lavender blossoms.
Set adrift in
shades of yesterday,
dandelions bloom
in flourishing orchards,
prostrating to the
mercy of your grace.
But tread carefully
through
the hall of
dream crashers,
where strange streams
from nightmarish tears,
drizzle down,
composing
somber serenades,
choreographed
from an
enchanted symphony.
For l've seen the
invisible reality,
twinkling across streetlights
of sumptuous stars.
Distance is
an unspoken truth,
just a rainbow
away from roaming freely,
within an
evergreen paradise
above bougainvillea skies.
If this was the last poem,
before my last sigh,
today will be the day,
red of rose will
kill my bleeding ink,
so let lyrical acrolect
of poetry fill your thoughts,
look for 'you' and 'I
in the island of love,
where there's no
thunder without lightning,
nor “sea" without 'waves of us'
These distractions
of desolated dunes
are mere signs
of the wounded warrior
within me.
I'm waltzing through
vibrant valleys of white lilies,
in the hope of finding
lost gravity,
which overcomes trials and trepidation.
l'll always be your
lighthouse on lonely nights,
at the edge of
bioluminescent sand lines.
A haven where your
clusters of couplets,
will transcribe an
alchemist's poetic remedy.
Each verse will portray the
personal poem of my soul,
infused in a
profusion of soothing
cosmic hues.
As raindrops kiss
your face, they'll heal
those lamenting
leather lips-
for you are
the wind carrying clouds,
I am the ripples
crying to touch your sky.
Every night,the tenebrous land of my inner existence
invades my last waking thought.
Once more this somber heart seeks you..
It seeks for you 'neath the silhouette of each sakura tree
and in the slow rise of an iridescent moon over the horizon.
It seeks for you through ashes, and embers of a sky's shooting star
and through mist which spreads your name on my window-pane.
This sombre heart seeks you through lonely tear drops
which fall gently like scented lavender on a worn out pillow-case.
Every night,desires and illusions live their reality.
I make love to the wind,to the sand,to the shore where we danced
Where our bare-toes crunched corals,and your lips brushed my hand.
Every night,your evanescent hug is carried by waves back to me
I reach you,I hold you,I breathe once again in yester's memory.
Every night,I believe in the next blinding sunrise
to run wild,to run free in evergreen fields
where dandelions blossom ,and the crimson rose bleeds
Ahh,how it bleeds,with its soft scarlet petals
and velvets of passion,yet it bleeds
with hundreds of thorns,well hid in between.
Every night,the tenebrous land of my inner existence
invades my last waking thought
Once more ,this sombre heart seeks you
It seeks the guitar boy with those amorous eyes
It seeks each wrinkle of laughter
Its every remembrance ,and effervescent smile
without the cold distance and our last goodbye.
" In titanium haze of love,
truth is but a mere lie,
never unlocking gold vaults
of feelings, for,
honesty weeps somewhere
in perfumed odes of
inkless pages,
hidden in our forlorn fate..."
If twilight roses were
reincarnated angels,
they would carve
a zillion destinies
with feathered letters,
flickering beneath
butterfly glitters,
adhering glossy
wings of rosemary,
like a balm to
invisible scars
and encasing
my soul in a
hundred hues
of blood.
But, I never knew,
the secrets of
nebulous-cloaked
vengeance which
infused in
nightingale's
forevermore fortunes,
echoing eerie whispers
in elora moors of
scarlet jasmines,
at the jinx of
midnight's omen;
for thou emerged
as a lover in
ninety-nine novels,
but a guised
killer in the
farewell fantasy.
As I float by,
in the swan lake,
losing myself to thee,
I wish upon
defrosting your eyes,
that got submerged
beneath icebergs
of betraying harbinger
and bleed my soul
in frosted heart's
snow-sealed
milky ways,
as these flaked
clayey leaf
pamphlets of
sakura scents
aren't enough
to erase thy
fingerprints from this
poisoned chalice,
that sung sinful
serenades in
deadly paradise
of Eurydice
and sliced my spirit
to sooty shreds,
in this diamond dungeon
behind sage valleys.
Laced in
ash grey lies,
I'm a corpse
enveloped in
crimson croons
of confetti,
whilst lips
soak acrylic
dewdrops of
melting roses,
that once
blanketed our
eden in the
arms of heaven,
with starlit petals.
So, as Nymph,
in the orisons,
with hemlock
fused heart,
be all my sins
remembered.
For, love is a
smoke raised
with the fume
of sighs, demising
to sacrificed
meadows, where,
this kismet tale
departs in the
very ecstacy
of cradling mist,
and thus,
with disoriented
twilight's kiss, I die.
When the aromatic garden of celestial spheres, splatters acrylic herbs,
I listen to soft serenades of sakura raindrops,
floating along singing sapphires, longing to reach the unseen colors, veiling cherry-blossom skies.
I ponder, if I could catch drizzling silhouettes of dancing diamonds,
would I then find petrichor tales of forsaken twilight?
Perhaps, in their liquified state, metaphors do flow,
as I am the aesthetic aura of the champagne sun before raspberry rain,
chasing butterflies and kaleidoscopic moonstones,
rising from the pit of poisoned puddles,
where petals of pretense play h i d e and s e e k, luring me into a delicate destruction.
Now I swim amidst surging sorrows, finding jade stars~ hidden between tarnished turquoise, allowing trickling jewels of the azure lagoon, to anchor my sunken spirit to an island of unfaltering faith.
There, I’ll see beyond blurred blues, the caramelized eyes of a poetic knight, writing sensual sestinas to soothe my sleepless seas, rippling with rhinestone regrets upon rain-soaked shores.
I rise from the white-wine siesta,
letting go of the serpentine songs,
like a crimson-winged dragonfly
lost in the poppy prairies of Persephone,
untangling my prisoned heart
chained by the churning
deceit of Hades’s immortal chains,
savoring pomegranate promises,
pirouetting through petrichor nirvana,
as the sky smells like a saffron rose
above the castle of emperors
dressed in fallen flowers.
Yet the diamonds sometimes are
engraved with ominous omens
and remorseless remnants,
while I return to cinnamon seclusion,
dancing to the mood of my moon.
O divine dandelion,
in your eyes I see suppressed sighs
of a splintered sunrise,
flickering balmy zephyrs of paradise,
as my soul is tied to the softness
of your delicate dusk~
like a faithful disciple,
forever following your footprints~
while velvety roots of florals
face the glows of alchemy,
amidst the array of arrows,
left as ashes of gold gone cold,
and the gracious gusts of gloaming
devouring the unscrupulous wounds
of a fragranced dawn.
I am the aching pigment
in your palette of purples,
longing for butterfly blurs
to bring me back to a
kingdom of kindness,
where I’ll forever breathe tender lilies
rinsed with wind-swept wishes.
But amidst the clusters of jewels
and raining sakura,
tonight I choose to walk with
specters of scorching stars,
allowing curves of my scarred skin
to burn from the blazing breeze
that bleeds nefarious narratives
upon the bleached borders.
So watch me waltz into the
infernal waters of the deep, bruised bay.
There I’ll write an elegy,
for the sorrow that swallowed your spirit.
I will find an anchor to pull
you back to the land of paper lanterns
as I surrender to the
haunting hues of the horizon;
the sweet sacrifice of a beloved blackbird
singing farewell in silence
to save you from the devilish underworld.
As dandelion dreams
are designed in lucid lies,
carving my essence into wintry wires
of woes and verdicts
from the
growing vines of a
villainous valley.
I feel the blackbird weep, it’s everything
I see the blackbird quiver, it’s what you bring
dreary
d a n d e l i o n
"Absent Harmony’s Dream"
3 birds 3 songs 3 stories
Sitting peacefully on past Future's Shoulders
Absent Harmony’s Dream
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
2.3.39 - 18.9.71
Susumu Yokota Sakura / Full Album (2000)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BHdF4rTVLWE \
(1)
Track eight, "Azukiiro No Kaori", contains samples from the Return to Forever song "Sometime Ago/La Fiesta" from Return to Forever.
(2)
Track nine, "Kodomotachi", features a sample from Joni Mitchell's song "Songs to Aging Children Come" from Clouds.
(3)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sakura_(album)
rain soaked sakura
beguiling beauty burgeoning...
blushing blooms cascade
Written 21st May 2019
SECOND PLACE
Contest: Writing Challenge 3, May 2019, Nature Haiku
Sponsor: Dear Heart
*sakura is a Japanese word for cherry trees and each year in April they burst into the most exquisite pink blooms; a most glorious sight to behold and one I was lucky enough to see in April 2010 in the picturesque city of Kyoto, Japan.
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Contest Name:STANDARD CONTEST 400,any rhymed poem ,any,theme,a min of 2 to a max of 14lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Contest Name Let the Pens Flow
Sponsor Jenish Somadas
In the valley
of violin vines,
when the saffron sun ascends,
and crooning clouds
drift in mulberry cadence,
I let my quivering quill harmonize
mystical moonbeams
splattered across
hushed horizons~
with sparkling strings
of stardust,
as ink paints a
panorama of primrose promises,
from spring scented
sonatas scattered
in symphonic hues
of sangria syllables,
thawing
frost-clutched fauna,
while butterflies flutter
amongst floating florals,
depicting whispers
of my hyacinth heartbeat.
But something about
the way sakura
blossoms fall like rain,
traces picturesque
lines of my
lyrical confessions,
composed like
a chromatic chorus,
that savors
kismet kisses,
of a love woven
with
twinkling
tendrils in
tangerine twilight,
and when you
return like
pirouetting jasmines,
I feel the
ambrosial aura
of Persephone
emerge from
the darkest
caves of Hades,
bringing back
empyrean euphoria,
and here I let
nature unfurl
a choir of
singing sunflowers
and waltzing wisterias,
performing
classical serenades,
amidst trumpet trees
sprouting ivory petals,
in dulcet idioms,
veiling toxic tales.
But today,
as rays of gold
adorn my skyline,
I think of tender truth
transcribed in
theatrical tunes,
like
zenith of zealous zephyr
eternally rippling
blue rose breeze
across Monet’s
balmy meadow.