Long Sonatas Poems
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In the glare of SYNTHETIC neon lights,
The metropolitan city is awake even at night.
Distracting noises EMENATE from all corners,
Peace is not found in the bustling crowd.
Vehicles pass screeching their horns
Life is never still in this SWIRLING city
Sirens wail, humans brush past, all strangers.
One can get easily lost in the maze of streets.
Everything's artificial and nothing is natural.
People chase ILLUSION and move about in panic,
They stray to satisfy their desires in TIMELESS span
But are left dissatisfied and disillusioned.
In their hearts BLOSSOM a thousand dreams.
But like roses that wither away in the wind,
Dreams and aspirations crumble as sand castles.
With a jolt, they realize that they were after mirages.
How they long for the RUSTIC calm and peace,
Where people have time to care about their fellow men,
Where life moves at a relaxed pace with less competition,
And one can listen to the sonatas of birds in SILENCE.
Now that we know struggle
can exist in commemoration meetings
museums, battlegrounds or rivers
now that we know soldiers too can
be bourgeoisie making business
workers can govern or dance to be
Love can be free
Vagabonds can write poetry
advocates count syllables astutely
architects forgetting about wheelchairs
now that presidents fail farmers fickle
with colonels wanting to sing sonatas
now that heroes hymn in the heavens
we know Soul has no gender or class
Now that we know hunger is only a lesson
and rage a rampant note going past
now that we know eyes are but mirrors
through Dark Ages with democracy
imprinted on genes
now we can touch exuding Light
So let’s smell a good stew
dwelling with arum lilies new
let’s listen to frogs croaking
squeeze a warm hand poking
now that Consciousness opens up
i t a l w a y s w a s
~~~~~~~~~
when skies bleed
your sonnets~
every drop of
garnet rain
rhymes
with ethereal initials
of your s u n f l o w e r
sonatas
I remember when
our eyes reflected
like celestial f i r e f l i e s
watching beach
bonfires
kiss
the rouge
sherbet clouds
drifting through hues of
lavender linings
knitting a tapestry of
tinker bell dreams
I long to return
and turn back t i m e
to marigold monsoons
painting
horizons
with
star-kissed
s u n s e t s
in scarlet sage feathers
whilst pixie-fairies
swirl with us
singing amidst
childhood fears
braving through
weeping
waves of w o e s
crashing upon
hidden traces
in hourglass p e a r l s
of fleeting
t i m e
soaked in seas
of sizzling s t a r s
as our tiny fingers
craft crystalline castles
with regal conch shells
found along
moon lily s h o r e l i n e s
where tansy vines twinkle
like twilight tears
reflecting runes of
rosemary ribbons
scattered across
raisin black spheres
I wonder now
do rivers in heaven
flow with
aurora calligraphies
carrying your
lyrical l a u g h t e r
For I can feel your
poetic glitter on my
toffee-hued skin
as I scribble our
secrets in rose gold i n k
with red diamond l e t t e r s
on slipping pages
of perfumed life
Maybe I should
r e s t my quill
let thoughts
walk through
holographic hallways
of yesterdays
within my
nocturnal mind
allow nature to guide me
back to the turquoise
arms of tranquility
t i m e can heal
mourning hearts
connected through
mellifluous m e m o r i e s
when storms slow dance
to the
symphony of g r i e f
let wind take away
p a i n
and illuminate wilted flowers
to thrive as souvenirs
amidst
the forest of n o s t a l g i a
Sometimes,
sailing in ebony blades
of saturnine seas
brings forth a forsaken froth
of scarred reveries,
when musk-ochre
tints of sunshine cease
to slice through solemn
scarlet skies and
cruelly-coloured black-pearls
shimmer as an obsidian beacon
of forest-green intentions,
caging pantoums of peace
in glass-jars of
bleeding sandalwood-scented
butterflies, entrapped in
sapphire patterns.
My spirit is often ablaze
as a crematory where
opal-gold truths are buried
eight feet under the raven crusts,
and I rise as feathery-flames
in hot-bronze furnaces
of diamond-dragon's
chauvinistic cave,
so that heart's papier- mâché
cells never sacrifice their
rosemary plasma to
eagle-edged egoes and
noiseless yet suffocating
sonatas of narcissistic
nestled woodpeckers.
I believe, life is wistful
like wilderness of a white-wolf,
growling besides midnight's
brim and howling to the
carmine moon, wrapping
peach-sunsets of serenity
in fluid-time, unfolding
scattered shades of
sonorously rustling foliages,
shimmering in breezes of
crumbling claret twigs and
satin seedlings whining
to the list of traitors,
for their unborn lavender buds.
So, swear not under the afterglows
of august skies and
let me float on the
crest of azure waves, in my
snowflake-capsule, being
immortally evanescent,
As every promise is like
a betraying magenta melody
of crepuscular youth, fading
in forged futuristic pastels.
Draped in the luster
of glistened endeavors
Evergreen silhouettes
cast on the lawn
Tracing our twilight
enchanted encounters
Dancing in stardust
ahead of the dawn
Firefly wishes
on grapevine horizons
Spider web tapestries
spun through the trees
Pine cone sonatas
the key of our heartbeat
You in my arms
as the night wanders free
Halos on moonbeams,
the heavens a’ glimmer
Beauty euphoric
abloom in your eyes
Lips warm and tender,
a kiss in the darkness
Love unrehearsed
under crystalline skies
Whispers symphonic
'pon breezes a’ flowing
Softly their music
sings sweetly above
Drenching impassioned
melodic embraces
Here neath this canopy,
bathed in our love
Glass illusions forestry of butterflies in flight
swiveling and turning wing, aiming for sun
hovering over lulling waters of purple hues
Breathing like flowers, frilling up the air
inside a cornucopia world of rich and bright
Birds are calling from afar symmetrical chirps
of grandeur, across the wide expanse
nocturnal illumination of the heart and soul
Varathane music sonatas, flute escapades
within a dormant brook, nature's usurp
Fairies, trellises, and magic twigs interlinked
inside the Foloi forest, the mighty oak respires
aside centaurs and dryads, of their time
an emerald green, bottled by nature herself
all is transformed here, even the sky is pinked
Altered, Remodeled, Reworked, Transformed,
by my sweet, poetic imagination...
"Follow Me "
More than anything Nature fascinates me
Men living in close proximity to nature, I love to see
So I ramble into the city’s far outskirts
Watching ordinary people in commonplace pursuits
Imbibing much from the life of the peasantry
Whom none can beat in life’s lessons elementary
How they interact devoid of all cold formality
And remain free from all artificiality
I inhale the fragrance of the wayside blooms
Watch kingfishers and parakeets in colorful plumes
My eyes never miss Nature’s minute caprices
And I rejoice in home bound birds’ sonatas
I watch the daylight paving way for the night
And the sun willfully surrendering his might
I listen to the invisible choir, singing in the dark
That breaks the sacred silence of the dusk
How these common scenes fill me with delight
Nevertheless making me sorry for the unhappy plight
Of those unable to enjoy any ordinary scene
And turn their backs to pleasurable sights umpteen
Blessed are those who have eyes to see and feel
And remain happy being close to Nature’s heel
Whose ears are attuned to the beats of the average
And who need no other intoxicating beverage
Those who get a kick out of the commonplace
And seek everyday banal sensations to embrace
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May.21.2022
Fascination and Awe Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Jeff Kyser
Under the sky that dissolves dogmas like the wind does sand,
A canopy of empathy unfolds like an ancient tapestry,
Embroidered with clarity and illuminated by pure integrity,
Entangled in the fine threads of unknown transcendence.
I listen as celestial conversations sing in honey and cinnamon,
Flowing through the veins of silence like a river of perfect rhymes,
While butterflies, with shimmering silver wings,
Kiss the hibiscus dawn, a prophecy born from glass dreams.
My heart, aflame with diamond fires, reflects pages of rest,
Mirroring the soul's gratitude, painted in shades of patience,
Rising from willows of wisdom, like fortified fields,
That crown the peaks of mountains gazing at the constellations of destiny.
The golden gate, adorned with serene sepals, opens silent sonatas,
Erasing refrains written in loops, imitating recited ancient scriptures,
For once I was a marionette bound by time and fears,
The fear of liberation kept me captive in cracked calligraphies.
Now I journey through rose dunes, breathing divine light,
Eager to strip the verses of love from hypnotic illusion,
Untangling the luminous webs of the inner eye,
Realigning metaphors and eliminating the shadows of ego.
O, sapphire rings of seraphic stars, I surrender to the neon mist,
As my spirit rises toward clouds that whisper magic,
The alchemical rain of dreams falls upon me like a blessing,
Purifying the essence and synchronizing with the echoes of stillness.
Touch me with delicate truth and feel the pulse of pink lilies,
The warmth of cosmic healing, tied to conscious manifestations,
Where vibrant valleys bloom in kindness and forgiveness,
Dwelling in the timeless fragrance of the soul's rebirth.
Musk of metamorphosis and oud of revival, steeped in clarity,
My heart weaves the transcendent twilight yearning for all that breathes,
Through illuminated chakras, uniting merciful rivers with zephyrs,
Until the sky sees the Universe living in the tips of my fingers.
Wan is the hiemal world outdoors,
The biting breeze blows bitter,
like a blizzard building in momentum,
Cold creeps in through the closed windows,
But his harmonic heart is happy and warm,
touched by tantalizing tingles of tender tunes.
~ silent violins play violet symphonies ~
The mystery of mauve melodies mesmerise his mind,
as he is lost within his mellifluous macrocosm;
Intoxicated with invigorating inspirations,
he experiences euphonious euphoria,
Forgetting the frost and frozen fingertips,
he hums sweet sonatas in the making.
~ soothing arias arouse amethyst emotions ~
A string of soft heliotrope strains
brush away the brumal brutality,
And even as the notes swell, they quell the chill,
The warbling waves wind up in a waltz,
resonating sizzling rhythms all around the room;
Content with cantatas serenading magenta Maestoso.
~ lilac lyrics light up lavender legacies ~
Happy Endings
A long day in the office is just a prelude
to the kaleidoscopic formations
gathered beneath store front close out sales
and pigeon feathers as I head for the station,
the five o’clock hopefully on time
Strolling down the naked street,
I follow brick facades and paint chipped doorways,
listening to music from open windows above,
static to the sleeping trios
with silenced violins in cases of quarters
Whiskey bottle wind chimes
tinkle on the curb in high pitched sonatas
floating on waters from washed dogs and cars,
denting front lawns in tread mark stupidity
as the city pulls out the stops
Sirens join in the festivities,
out of tune with hopes for happiness,
but running red lights just the same
as envious teenagers fall from death metal
logo’d skateboards, tearing already torn jeans
And as I wonder why no one smiles anymore,
a yellow cab stops, the back window rolls down
“Need a lift buddy?” and before I can answer
I see her as she pats the seat next to her
and motions me in
As the car pulls away I ask, “Where we headed?”
“To the sunset, I hear it’s beautiful this time of day”
she giggles then leans over and kisses me
“How was your day handsome?” she asks like a song
“Perfect now, I just love happy endings”