Long Sheathe Poems
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Stop and Breathe
Sometimes I need to stop and breathe
sit still and calm my busy mind.
Reflect upon my inner seethe
collect my thoughts and then I’ll find,
a clearer me,
refreshed I’ll be.
To plan ahead, my angst shall sheathe
so, I’m longer in a bind.
Create myself a lovely wreathe
that when I need, I can unwind
to free my soul,
retain control.
29/6/2022
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Sponsor: Emile Pinet
This poem is dedicated to those who are suffering from natural disaster
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi
Almighty - Shower Your Love !!!!!
Ohh my Almighty, Ohh my Nature..
Everything was alright, everything was fine..
But what made you do this????
That you astringently affected the Life of Divine..
Why you had lend with with no mercy..
You showered your gift in terms of cursy..
Drenching tears of the exciting people..
Pangs of separation happened between lovely couple..
How much it is aching to there pity family..
Everyone got acceleratingly disheartened gradually..
Just now left with the new dawn and the iota of Hope..
Hey nature please try to rudenessly cope..
Mankind struggling for their last breathe..
Please bless them for our sake under your sheathe..
Please endow them for their wellbeing and glorious life ahead!!!!
By Madhavi
If I could dream those eyes, bright stars! I’d be a Man, again!
(By which, I mean, awake to every need)
If I could sheathe the sword in stone, I’d learn to couch the pen,
And write words that suggest, but never bleed.
If I could muse my way through tomes and find you waiting there,
A better woolgather than any told,
If I could cross to Heaven’s Vale and kneel before your chair,
I’d live again, and never would grow old!
But there are better ways than those I choose to now embrace,
More practical, and sensible are these,
Ensconce within my heart a Rose, and in it, find your face,
And bear it with me always, sign of Peace!
3/17/2019
Your viewpoint can be comforting,
Or your viewpoint can be troubling:
Either comforting as a safeguard,
Or as troubling as a canard.
A safeguard tunnels Saints through sin.
A canard tunnels sinners through spin.
Though God created man upright,
He schemes to hide sin from the light.
With idols in front of their faces,
The Lost stumble in dark places.
Seeking a number of oracles,
Swells their number of obstacles.
Hypocrites whitewash their walls.
Their ruse of righteousness forestalls,
Examining what lies underneath.
The Spirit's Sword stays in its sheathe.
The Weak wrap their sin inside "love",
A "love" that belies truth from above.
They will not progress anymore,
As rottenness spreads from their core.
Rebels should open their minds,
When Scripture reveals, it unbinds,
For mankind is much maligned,
Projecting their bias resigned.
The Perfect focus on God's plan,
Having the mind of the God-Man,
A conduct that's surely becoming,
For Saints prepared for His Coming.
By embracing this point of view,
We achieve the promised breakthrough,
Being perfected in the Master's way,
God's will we're faithful to obey.
Strive for the Prize that lies ahead,
Through the One who rose from the dead.
His light and immortality shine,
Dispelling the darkness by Design.
Adopt the pursuit that frees us,
That intimacy with Christ Jesus,
And exchange the viewpoint of mankind,
For the viewpoint that transforms your mind.
Neck a smooth, cylindrical mold
As sheathe with fibers carefully rolled
Pale, satin sheen artfully scrolled
Grace on soft, silky strands doled
In light, silted hologram to behold
Calamus breathes through each fold
Herbal essence from tight pores cajoled
Swabbed cheeks cloud high cheek bone
Naturally brushed with light coppertone
Puffy mounds rise from savory scone
Cherry gum drops brim o'er mascarpone
Cherubic glow of a polished sandstone
Exuding savory Rose scent laced with pheromone
Nature's stimulants, a nurtured love to hone
Bosom, gilded vines on terraced grove
Sprouting cherries, fertile arrow of Jove
Dangling from chest sealing frothy trove
Coarse sifted mounds, plump kneaded loaves
Descending into a deep, musky cove
U-shaped funnel vents steaming stove
Releasing mellow aroma of a sweet clove
Hey my Sparkling light from heaven of blue sky,
Marrying You,None of the path in life is empty without Your love!!
You are the dawn turning my night into day,
Nature residing in You is the god's gifted creativity,
Life is been delighted with wonders and joy's being with You!!
Hey my Weatherbeater, with You everyday rise with the Upstream and
vanish my worries,
You are Staggering force of water with whom I wave!!
You are the Iconic Prism of my life deviating a beam of romantic ness all
around,
Stopping by life's biggest question you were the one who took my
breath away!!
You are the like the Seaboard bracing the sand and getting dissolved in
passion of Love,
Hey my Jewel casket, I feel secured in your sheathe!!
You are the one who always glimmer amongst all the planet,
Yes Your Lovely smile stucked between paired lips always pleased me
absolutely in its own way!!
Fabulously enduranced my soul,
Artfully You committed!!
Wanna fleet admirally along with You,
Hey my prismatic light, being with You spectral colours bloomed in my
Life with Your refraction!!
Something apparently sensed , something made us connected,
Something arised our feelings, something exchanged our emotions!!
Something made us hear the faint phantom bells from the heart,
Yes Your Stupefyingly impressive attitude, integrated
orientation,Extravert disposition connected me!!
Blissfully You call me as darling, addressing me as Your Life partner I really
felt blessed,
Conjuring togetherness had made our life magically beautiful!!
Wooing with You, days is passing amorously graceful,
Hey Colorful palette, Every shade in You made me feel stimulated!!
You ignited fire in me, Aroused craziness to its height,
Setting sun kindled the sky with red and orange ,likewise You spread
the flames of love drived in every route!!
Tying the knot, we eloped away.. created wonders everywhere!!
THE PROMISED SON HAS WON THE VICTORY
An aching heart, a sorrow borrowed from Christ.
A stranglehold around your tears. You can’t breathe.
Arrows fly, hitting core -
Infectious loss, abscessed sore.
A trouble of paradise. His cross sufficed.
Believe! He covers hurt. His Spirit doth sheathe.
He collects tears, even rain.
O Christ on Calvalry hugged pain.
An aching heart, a sorrow borrowed from Christ.
Believe! He covers hurt. His Spirit doth sheathe.
Never was promised sun
Every day, however Christ has won.
A stranglehold around your tears. You can’t breathe.
A trouble of paradise. His cross sufficed.
One day, the light will ever shadow dark.
Open the doors! Out we’ll step from the ark.
8/10/2017
"The Flood Contained Electric"
walls of glass
sheathe this heart
a conservatory
for the lacking
of menagerie
the walls aren’t
bricked up
comme dans une
la orangerie
clearly seen
straight through
X-ray vision
dancing dervish
until the clouds
roll in and the
pea soup fog
mists over the view
jade is the colour
caught courting within
the flinting prisms
seen in the eyes
of jaded others
the storm's coming
warns Elektra
standing outside
the shattering
evaluation
rain like hands
clapping
hail like pebbles
thrown by the good
heavens above
turn Pollock
tomatoes crushed
hard thrown
the bleed painted
as water colour fades
pink and naked
cantoring in the mind
then, racing west
unbridled like
a white wedding
splayed onto the page
the bride stripped bare
surrenders
bricked in
l'orangerie
the flood
contained,
Elektra
turns away
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
canter
cantor
They'll pity you, or, think you're a bad a**,
as they sheathe you, roughly, embodiment
of your presence, thus the Witches' Hair typecasts,
in essence, the strangleweed, acts like ground rent,
nature's parasite plant, sheath-like its host.
The trade-off, lacking chlorophylls, futures
sustained through these vampirish nuts and bolts.
Nature poised, parasite and host, assures
time without end for both species, whereto,
if one becomes an aggressor in the
course, whereby the other put a stop to,
shortsightedly, puts an end to theirs -- huh?
Witches Hair, combs sites for host aplenty,
as strangleweeds ghost life manifestly.
Crossing the big fat bridge,
I reached to the land l wondered ever,
Seeing the amazed beauty l got shakened fever.
Well cultured and seemed as if grown under certain ethics,
Distributed peace made them easier to work in metrics.
Hey jesus, what an awesome place to live in!
I was overwhelmed the moment I saw,
A large and lovely castled mansion on the east coast,
Twinkling eyes of mine and my heart got toast.
A king's palace which was designed beyond my imagination,
Architect person had given pure justification.
Surrounded by river aside, kite raised mountains, Palace blossomed,
Colourful dancing fountain around, The herald sparkingly bloomed.
Yah Allah, these mesmerizing creativity had blessed this earth!
Palace weared the golden ornamental coat,
An absolute monarchy floating on a water like a boat.
Gleaming lights intermittently around, seemed as if a palace Headed a diamond Crown.
Viewing the entire palace, thirsty eyes filled with passion,
Hey almighty, Hug me in this lovely creative palace and keep me under these beautiful sheathe, because my craziness reached its peak!
Palatial furnishing, interior design amazed me,
It was my dream to experience it atleast once.
Lovely ambience made me feel excited.
Hanging Coolen designed lamps, falling multicoloured rays, ignited the entire palace.
Felt pity when l heard that designer hands were chopped,
King of ajmer has dismantled dreams of poor and later badly he dropped.
Ohh lord Buddha, why such inhumanity?