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I've set free my best, my finest now untamed,
Released her to the wild, to the terrains unnamed,
To you, O vast world, with humility I implore,
With kindness embrace her, she deserves more.
Crucify her not, like the innocent Christ of yore,
Whom you condemned in ignorance and uproar,
For God sent him not out of hatred, but boundless love,
Likewise, I send my sweetest with deep affection from above.
In greater glory than before, Christ with grace,
Returned to the Father's warm, loving embrace,
With love even sweeter, I hope in time and space,
My best will reunite with me, back to her rightful place.
I am the unseen,
resting amongst invisible butterflies,
waning amidst wildflower wishes~
facing watercolor breezes,
drifting between the sun and the sea,
where the wind collaborates
with the salt and skin of waves,
like forbidden lovers engrossed in euphoric zest…
I sing in silence with sanctified verses,
where zephyrs breathe
amongst paralyzed procrastinators,
following a flock of clichés,
amidst the slippery slope of rocky edges,
veiling ripples of rusted rings~
that ache to caress the blushing softness
of crawling clouds in the musky air,
as gilded blades of evergreen greed
feed the fleece of fragility with emptiness,
in the landscape of loneliness~
influencing the clueless
to please the blind stones of bitter lies,
like chameleons of ephemeral mist,
caught in coated curls of jealousy.
Let me be the heartbeat
guiding the rising rays of lustrous gold.
I am both the strayed and the shepherd,
crafting a vessel of virtue~
with floating grace beneath Noah’s Ark,
to steer the spirit of sleepless sheep,
placing trust in ticking terrains…
for I see beyond the silken sins,
that lured you to the fickleness of flora,
while oblivious to the crestfallen thorns,
intoxicating your conscience,
stealing the light of sun-stroked innocence…
My Love In The Folds Of Mountain
Dr Ranjit Dutta
In the realm
where mountains loom,
With folds of
Secrets and sorrows,
There lies a love
That brightly blooms,
Beyond the
Reach of dark tomorrows.
Beyond the peaks
That pierce the sky,
With rugged majesty renowned,
Two hearts entwined,
No question why,
For our love knows
No earthly bound.
Through
The valleys deep and treacherous,
With obstacles
It may be strewn,
Our love
Persists, forever thus,
Guided by a celestial tune.
With whispers
Carried by the breeze,
Our longing echoes
Through the pines,
The mountains know
Our hearts' unease,
Yet they can't suppress
Love's brightest shines.
Each passing season
Our love remains,
Unfading as the glaciers grand,
Through snowstorms fierce,
and harsh terrains,
Our souls united,
Hand in hand.
The mountain folds
May try to hide,
But cannot mute
The love we claim,
For our spirits, forever tied,
In a love that
Kindles a lasting flame.
So let the miles and peaks divide,
Our love prevails beyond the crest,
With fervor stronger than the tide.
In valleys deep or summits high,
Across the world
our love unfolds,
For even mountains can't deny,
The power of a love that transcends the cold.
“The Hand that Rocks the Cradle is the Hand That Rules the World”
by William Ross Wallace
Oh! Woman
Aren’t you God’s supreme handiwork?
An animated form of chiseled art
A joy to behold
A figure of curvaceous ups and downs
God’s beautiful calligraphy
You are love incarnate
Your eyes reflecting warmth and gentleness
Smoothening the rough edges of life
A loving daughter to your parents
An adorable mate to your man
A forgiving mother to all
The procreating womb of mankind
The forger of destiny
One who turns barren terrains,
Into blooming verdant meadows
The fountain spring of life
In every drop of adversity,
Glistening like a diamond
With a divine spark that lies dormant
In broad daylight, but beams and blazes
In the dark hours of adversity
Though you are fickle and frail in many eyes
You’re strong enough to withstand all the shocks
And delicate enough to bend and bow
Sweet enough to draw everyone to your charm
Tough enough to bear extra burden
You have a heart very deep
To hold gallons of liquid love
And a mind patient enough
To forbear all rebukes
You are blessed with a temperament
Willing to forgive and forget
You are warm enough
To kiss away all tears
You bear the seeds of progeny
You are the powerhouse of strength and healer of woes
With the magic talisman to cure the bleeding hearts
You are the great MOTHER to all
Sister, friend, mate and guide- all rolled into one
April.3.2022
~ Placed First~
Tribute to Women Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Beata Augustin
I came across a path
I peered and wondered
Where's this leading to
Has life suddenly betrayed me
The silence of my thoughts
That says look within you
And you shall find
I came across a crossroad
Of vintage and dismay
I came across shame and disgust
I wondered in my silence
Has life suddenly turned on me
Has life suddenly flouted on me
Through the silence
Through the terrains
Through the commosions.
Who am I in this unravelled turmoil
Turmoil of the soul
Turmoil of the mind
Silent whispers whisked and smiled
Confide not, for it is in this broken dreams
that you shall equivocate
To eternal gratuity.....
If I could live one day again, I'd choose that day so fair
Our walk among the jaded trees, in dappled shade, a blanket spread
You picked among the meadow grass, the flowers for my hair
The earth was fresh with dampened grass, our tender flowered bed
You told me then, that day our love to never more forget
Two hawks, they watched while circling 'round, so high above our heads
We languished there, 'neath faded skies, two hearts with no regrets
The folded clothes, which lie nearby, no words between us said
Your eyes on mine, your hands, your touch, like petals in the wind
But day must end, a bitter cry, like seeking hawk who preys
We gently kissed, as shadows fell, unseen as clouds rolled in
A hawk in flight came swooping down, and carried it away
I turn to you in midnight's dream, with anguished breath I weep
The dream is gone by morning light, while death stalks mine to keep
Resubmitted for Matt Caliri's contest "New Terrains"
And so it was that night
When the hands of time
Fell upon the shoulders of my clan!
It was like the terrains of our only source,
Of our only hope will be lost.
When we heard those heavy footsteps
Pounce beyond the walls of our city gates,
Those footsteps that left imprints
Of the hand claps of death that rings
On the deepest inside of our beings,
On the fearful outside of our skins,
On the hidden makeup of our genes
And bringing remembrance of past sins!!
Our human frame became aquiver,
Our human structure became bitter
Because that night our city gate
Became the home of death rate!
That night I saw war bow to man,
That night man accepted war and never ran!
That night the eyes of our enemies
Never blinked or gave a wink of pity—
Their hands spilled blood within the city
And so I watched them detach
My brothers head with knives,
I watched my brother kneel
With head afloat
Slowly letting go drops of blood through his eyelids!
That night I saw war bow to man,
That night man accepted war and never ran!
That night the eyes of our enemies
Never blinked or gave a wink of pity—
Their hands spilled blood within the city
And so I watched a little child being burned
With fossil fuels showered upon her skin,
I watched the little child freeze
With mouths open wide,
Lying still and slowly giving up the ghost!!
That night I saw war bow to man,
That night man accepted war and never ran!
The calls of the flocks to this years migration
a roving community of birds in each nation
rising and diving above mists in the rocks
the drawing together for birthing new flocks
The coo of the crane in a wetland bog
the bob of its head when its nabbed a frog
opened winged geese in passages soar
north back to south or a western shore
Above our earth the traversing vast miles
into the snowfall or cliffside defiles
a race upon water to lure this years mate
or share in the catch a dance woven like date
Such grace of movement their wings on the breeze
like rhythms beating to ascend above trees
how can one capture such beauty so grand
of a creatures decent upon sky upon land
Motion so elegant their journey's in sky
mankinds observations our own desire to fly
the form of their pinions upon outstreched wings
to follow freedom this kind of life dreams
Lowlands or Highlands the wild fowl domains
in deserts or plateaus aviary terrains
on pole ice or islands you'll find their rests
every year you'll find them their community nests
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Billions of years old, this unique blue planet of ours
survived through eons of trying times of tectonic turmoil,
fostered life’s march on the course of matchless evolution,
like the loving mother nurtured the pristine beauty of nature.
The balance tripping as man started wanton exploitation,
the flourishing forests are usurped turning them wastelands.
As convivial green canopies disappear from degraded terrains,
the ravaged environment is set for catastrophic climate change.
Civilization is striding beyond the limits of sustainable range,
unconcerned mankind waits for the doom’s day of annihilation.
It’s time we regard the rapport of harmony with the fragile nature,
and conserve earth’s vanishing resources for the future generations.
February 28, 2021
Contest : "Vanishing" Old Or New For A Prize
Sponsor : Carolyn Devonshire
The Nap Master
HAIL the astral world of utterance,
one befalls to eavesdrop whisperings of their sweet nothings,
breathlessly whisking up a spell of portioned scents that, nay,
spilled china of eddied creamed joys and demitasse gooey treats,
BEHOLD the phoenix rises to a full exalting measure,
neath a lunar ecliptic mystic hypnotic apathy,
upon a peacock's crown whose spread out azure-chartreuse wings,
adorns unsnared midst manes of an unbridled vehement trot,
ONWARD it leaped a skipped array of a vivid rainbow's path,
of free glides during its phases of warm air in a chilled sky,
as it spread o'er vast terrains of dale and vale of culled greens,
tethered to tawny treasures of teemed lives infinite mirth wants,
BEHEST of Cherubs advent of endless stars braving her crown,
on their sailed galleons of whimsical twinkling vigilance,
seducing a flock of blithe bleating lambs a respectful ride,
on fluffed souls, nursing meek minions to ripple a fair surge,
CHANNELS a righteous domain free of a distant storm,
pushed by the lashes of sunbeams citrus lemony whips,
that ade stirred mouth fulls of dryness seeking quenching,
gouging the top echelon of expecting lips full measure,
ADHERED to heart pulsates that steady the gauge of innocence,
unique mild credulity cushioned amongst penitent palms,
and tinseled charm of enamored superheroes noble acts,
save the divine a full accounting listing each wonder,
CLUSTERS of mirrors enlightened volumes of a sojourned quest
of luminous unconsciousness prominent in such a phase,
the inner realm expanse that dwells in hallowed gifted slumber,
all grouped banking muses within the treasury of their mind,
ALL delicately locked by the key master . . .
. . . their fortuitous magnitude of eyelids.
2020 February 05