Long Similitude Poems
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What a bright does the day
When her lantern lights and laughs
I ruminate your replica
But I’d say you are who you are
Bright as just the day
What a father does the day
For impregnates the night
For his lantern reflects
For a new day to be birthed
For God’s creature to abide
In the morn
At noon
In the evenin
What a mama does the day
For births days in day
For creature to breed and occupy
In the morn
At noon
In the evenin
I ponder your similitude
I’d say you are the good
For you conceive each day
And born the day
When a night sinks the day
And the day rest for the day
And creature goes to rest
Eyes shut,
What next?
A new day is birthed in land of the lord
For just a day is life in world
O! Creator
On my knee I pose
This is my morning
Innocent of the day
Energy is no doubted
On the ladder of needs
What a sweet is life
When a goal is acquired
I am a bird
Powerless to flutter
High above the ladder
With weary wings
I am a horse
Having marathons to run, not jog
Yet lesson legs
O! Reviver
Comes to my means
Strengthens my wings
Strengthens my legs
Against my noon
For in the noon
Muscle dwindle
For a run on the ladder of goal
Makes my an eagle
Revives my feathers
Want to fly beyond the ladder
Makes me Achillie Tang
Want to have a smooth swim
In this sea if life
Makes me an air, unseen
Want to dance in this lively life
Without a halt
With less effort
Against my evening
For in evening
Weary and crackled bone
As leaves kissed by the sun
And no more run to run
But my labour I shall reap
As famer reaps the crop
And I await the day to sink
And when the day sink
And closed are my eyes
Though darkness
A new day is birthed in a land of white
Where dwellers dress in white
And I shall honoured
With angels ballad
Achillie Tang is a fish.
LET’S TENDS TO OUR FRIEND CAREN
Caterpillar in chrysalis,
mummified pain,
sleep it off.
Doze o beautiful butterfly,
wings clipped
but for a raging season.
Fair garden waits,
as your friends
tend to pests,
at your behest,
and string pretty things
that will win your smile.
Fly, with your similitude of pattern,
delighting in your fairy garden.
The twinkle of green and periwinkle
dusty stars, grins of slight mischief
in their wiles,
while you sleep, heaven’s child,
while you dream in winsome hues.
Recollect your joy,
touch the milky white moon,
sleep, sleep,
rest your toil,
leave it all behind.
Weary eyes turn to opalescent skies.
Arise, dear friend, arise
anew.
Beginnings wait for you…
The gang you tend, tender hearted for you,
waits for the embrace of replies,
ever faithful Caren.
6/8/2019
Love is a similitude diva of a butterfly soaring- A Song of Nazrul Islam Babu (Niaz Mohammad Chowdhury)
Love is a similitude diva of a butterfly soaring higher on a flight of blindfolded pastime
A restful walk through the memory lane, a glimpse into the mirror of a tranquil mind, to be rueful, once again
Some of all these are longing, some are doodling to yearn
The churn of the longing to meet the asymptotic is no more to be nominative, still undone.
Yet again, love thrive to reborn, to beseech lover's reach, nonetheless
Some ponder love a heart song, a ripple on a pristine mirror
Once broken, the stain is irreversible to realm into oblivion
Eternally bonded, to reign through the saga of longing again.
11-9-2024
November, Dallas
He came in human flesh,
So He would see someone like me,
He wore the robes of pain, grief and struggles,
So He could relate to my emotions.
He took the fall,
So He could understand why I stumble,
He left his lofty throne to walk down the streets of mortals,
To show them the path to immortality,
Desirous that they would listen.
He took on the body that was susceptible to time,
So that He would conquer its recalcitrant hold,
He came in our similitude,
Bound by the elements of nature,
Bound by His creations,
So that He would return in
the volume of all that was written about Him.
He was chauffeured by dawn,
Called to slumber by the night,
Until He had opened the door for us out of darkness,
Until time laid under His feet.
May 8, 2024.
In that similitude of spirit and gaze
I see much in you that you see in me,
for in me are your Arthurian ways -
old man, I am your son and proud to be.
In the dark days and darker nights of us
when the Angel of Death entered our home,
father, I saw in you a map and compass
but I was lost and destined to roam.
For in that we are all a vassal to age
no sceptre or mitre can set us free,
and no fealty can old time assuage
or rail against its synchronicity.
So it is in the time of tide and flow
between us there was ebb and distance,
yet I know I will miss you when you go
and hold dear the tides of least resistance.
Truly ever decreasing circles besot
the cognisance of what and who we are,
yet I am not fogged to what time begot
but wise to your end and your exemplar.
Wise to our earthly labours and pleasure,
and all that was ventured and lost or won
for insofar love is the true measure
I shall be its keeper when you are gone.
I have a son, and love him more I can’t -
he in time might forget you but I shan’t.
Alas, no mortal thing this world outlast
yet still the risen sun your shadow cast.
Written: October 2004
The story of life
The story of life
almost there, a bit more to go
the story of life
almost there, a bit more to go
possibility, within an interlocking may
possibility, have a say
there will not be anything anymore
to scope in time, in timely, perhaps
there will not be anything anymore
to scope in time, in timely, perhaps
the grassy spread, a parable casket
look for a sky leaning close to rest, abreast
the river, icebreaker melt, a path to chant down the mountaineer origin, reverie!
the bird will find the way back home
once the setting sunset hue is finally gone!
possibility, within an interlocking may
possibility, have a say
there will not be anything anymore
to scope in time, in timely, perhaps
there will not be anything anymore
to scope in time, in timely, perhaps
A vibrancy of colors, worldly, roundtrip, humane
along the itinerary , a thousand pauses with a flickering say, similitude, did I see you, anyway, anyhow!
A certain oblivion, incognito, once the sun
is set and gone is she! Finally!
possibility, within an interlocking may
possibility, have a say
there will not be anything anymore
to scope in time, in timely, perhaps
there will not be anything anymore
to scope in time, in timely, perhaps.
The story of life
almost there, a bit more to go
the story of life
almost there, a bit more to go.
Based on a song of Andrew Kishore
Source of Inspiration:
"Allah is the light of the Heaven and the earth.
The similitude of His light is a niche, wherein
There is a lamp, the lamp is, as it were, a glittering star
Kindled from a blessed olive tree.
An olive, neither of the east, nor of the west
Whose oil would glow forth, although no fire touched it,
Light upon light , Allah guides whom he pleases.”
(The light : 24:35)
I remembered her in her last days
She was weak and fragile,
Yet, the overseas call used to capture her voice
Gentle and strong.
I never saw her missed her morning prayer
I never saw her not busy,
A busy mom, she was
With raising all of us.
I touched her hand in a gentle way
The hand that prayed for me many a time
I had so many words tightened in my chest
Suffocated to hear her voice , one more time.
Life, blessed life, feels nothing without her precious memory!
a heart for a soul and a soul for a heart
i am the living ocean and you will drown
i am the sun and i will storm
your attention seeking with infantile trolling
is a bigger concern than your interest in UFOs
some men are wise while others trifle
RIP all your internets
the star the priest the pope
the elephant in the room and the flying monkey
the wise folks and the otherwise
your birds sound like a flock of seagulls
on a beach where no one hears them scream
some women are nice and others thrice as nice
put down the wine you are not fine
i am the chaos that drives innovation
i am not a momentary event i am the truth
the factor infinite and unknown
gives us the confirmation that we need
a reminder that benefits drown
when swinging from one branch to another
the sun shines forth in redoubled beauty after rain
my condolences to all your thresholds
the tiger the rabbit and the pig
a petting zoo of your own making
the noisier the cage the better
the collected earnings of a bad receiver
i am not here i am where i've never gone before
your souvenir of me is a breath of fresh air
my memento of you an empty box given away with largesse
i'm fruitful with crazy it is not my loss.
I will pedal fast to recover.
To the bookstore! To the library!
Wild for books! The feel, the touch.
Those pages fast or slow, they flip for me.
I dine on every sweet and salty word.
Their covers bid me stop, their hue marquee
cause me to laugh or weep, my mind transferred.
Wild about books! Their brains! Their brawn! I breach
a poet’s ecstasy — a golden speech.
A cemetery stone, my tablet cold.
An epitaph I read — the shards drool.
Those pretty words! I long to finger gold.
Instead reflective glass, the story’s cruel.
Wild about books! Their brains! Their brawn! I breach
a poet’s ecstasy — a golden speech.
The words, similitude of braille, lose face.
The utter joy, the scent of books, the sass.
In this isolation, I lose my place.
The ink of deep blue sky and green fresh grass.
I will pedal fast to recover.
To the bookstore! To the library!
Wild for books! The feel, the touch.
4/27/2020
Wild Poetry Contest
Sponsor is Anthony Slausin
March 2 Scripture Meditations Based on 1Samuel 25-28
Key Verse – 1Samuel 25:33 And blessed be thy advice, and blessed be thou, which hast kept me this day from coming to shed blood, and from avenging myself with mine own hand.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR ADVISING ME WELL
Thank You for advising me well constantly
According to Your Word surely
Against thinking of evil foolishly
So I won’t displease You deliberately.
Thank You for advising me about my spirituality
According to Your sovereignty of omniscient authority
Against backsliding because of iniquity
So I won’t provoke You and Your established Christianity.
Thank You for advising me well regarding my servanthood-servitude
According to Your example of submissive attitude
Against showing false humility along its arrogant and haughty similitude
So I won’t dishonor You with my ingratitude.
Thank You for advising me well concerning my worship
According to Your command within Your offered relationship
Against indulging in worldly, earthly and carnal friendship
So I won’t hurt You and turn from Your fellowship.
Thank You for advising me well within Your will’s protection
According to Your goodness filled with loving kindness’ satisfaction
Against complaining due to discontentment for seemingly lack of provision
So I won’t rebel from You toward my destruction.
Thank You for advising me well midst my unfaithfulness
According to Your merciful graciousness
Against disobeying You, manifesting my stubbornness
So I won’t neglect You and Your helpfulness.
March 2, 2022