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Love is all that remains within me,
A lonely torch burning in the crypt of oblivion,
A heart mocking the times, a soul at war with silences,
Lost in a canvas of shattered illusions,
Poor love, you chew on the sorrow of stifled screams.
On the unknown path to the stars, arms reach out to the absent sun,
Hands that clutch only echoes and indecipherable seasons,
A love vibrating in crystal, a love planted in eternity,
Which unfurls evermore in the sullen petals of a deep blue.
I cast my love into a shoreless sea,
Where alone, in the caravel of emptiness, I navigate through labyrinths of smoke,
In the generosity of giving, I dissipate,
Remaining with the oases of silence in the desert of memory.
My chest—a chronicle of hidden scars,
A fresco painted in the hues of misunderstanding and defiance,
But more honorable for me to wear the frost than for my beloved to shiver,
Me—the shield, the keeper of pain in the catacombs of the heart.
I mourn the self with whom I once freely capered,
A dream overshadowed, a faith half-demised,
Yet, I offer myself wholly, without remainder,
An alchemist of love, turning pain into monasteries of light.
So take, take from me what tempts you,
A bouquet of love, a heart that still
Lives the legend of hope, the tender dance of beauty that does not perish,
Though, in the end, I am merely the hollow tomb between heartbeats.
I give my being, my breath, my concluded substance,
To watch it slowly collapse into the vastness of pain,
And still, in the black abyss, a timid flame persists,
A flame of love that writes—invisible—the uninterrupted symphony of existence.
There is a vast canopy encircling the entire earth and capped in skies of blue. Under that canopy, sometimes storms come up and raze in the form of
tornadoes, rain storms, or great bursts of hail, thurdering, and lightenning. When these things occure, the canopy may be hidden by the storms which blind our veiw of things immovable and encased by storms behind a cover of darkness as black as midnight at noon-day. The storms will invariablly move on to other places to wreck and ruin, but the canopy, undesturbed and unfeathered by any and all storms, ever remains intact and still. We were never promised a life without quakes and shakes, nor seasons of uninterrupted bliss, but we have been encouraged to be more like 'The Christ'. That's why when I grow up, I want to be like the peaceful ever-present and unmovable blue canopy.
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Ofttimes yours truly assiduously tries to adlib,
but blubbers like a landlubber
at sea treading water donned with bib
(that doubles as yellow
spongy bobbing life jacket)
furiously doing doggy paddle
riding the next tidal wave
hoop fully washing me ashore to crib
if need be to dig an underwater channel
painstakingly slow drabs and drib.
The English language I simply adore
though offtimes methinks waxing eloquent
affects listeners as yours truly a bore
in record time flapping waxed lips
beholds one gordian
tongue tied knot major chore,
whereby I wanna bolt out figurative door
feeling deplorable and stuck
analogous to Eeyore.
Ache 'n to launch into a monologue
or chime into ongoing dialogue
me noggin off times generates brain fog
mental state mimicking one,
who quaffed an over abundance of grog,
which for this teetotaler would constitute
a mere thimble full of drink,
perhaps rum enhanced eggnog
just one sip and boing I go
topsy turvy as if a felled log
hit me over the head
rendering me unconscious.
Thus wood explain mine altered state
though unsightly gash on pate
battle scar leveled playing field
with the missus, 't other significant primate
supplementing and complementing
one aging long haired
pencil (vane ya) necked geek
being caged, yet free
to roam within human zoo
both, (née all) of us captive
on carousel of time
nsync with every other *****sapien
begot to participate in circle game.
All superfluous joking aside,
I strive to groom conversation,
whereby uninterrupted flow of words
(versus fumfering, hemming, hawing,
stammering, stuttering...), thine
general oral feedback paradigmatic guide
ever diligent to think
before I speak with pride
else I heep discourtesy
upon myself and chide
yours truly with harsh rebukes,
which maybe tantamount
going off the mountainside
plummeting into the abyss
engenders an unpleasant
metaphoric roller coaster ride,
and if crash test dummy doth survive -
upon gibbet he will be tried
punishment broadcast world wide
for flagrant horrendous verbal
egregiousness (waywardness) he belied.
In the silence that wraps around me like a mantle of silver mist, I step lightly,
Without the need to prove anything to anyone, without the desire to seek validation,
In that sacred space of the soul where the echoes of the world dissolve into silence,
A place where my story no longer needs to be told, nor heard,
Even when rumors like the winds carry untrue versions across the waters.
My heart, once a fortress, is now a sanctuary of unwavering peace,
I know that inner peace is worth more than any measure of praise,
A peace that flows like a river under the moonlight, shimmering among the stones of time,
Far from the tumult of desires and the struggle to prove something to the watching world,
I have learned to guard my peace, to protect it with the wings of unseen angels.
Here, in this oasis of silence, I see how thoughts transform into white clouds,
Every conviction, every word spoken with fervor dissolves into the air,
And I am left with just myself, the simple and true being, without masks, without chains,
At peace with myself and the world, finding my place among the stars that watch over,
For now, I know that my peace is a gift more precious than any recognition.
In this quiet, I find the answers to unspoken questions,
I find a refuge above the tumult, where the soul can rest,
And I understand that true power lies in being at peace with oneself,
In letting light penetrate the dark corners of the heart,
Without seeking the approval of a world that cannot fully understand.
So, I sit under the vast sky, letting silence be my song and prayer,
And in this peace, I rediscover the essence of who I am, whole and calm,
Floating among dreams and memories, in an uninterrupted flow of light.
Did I ever tell you that ...
a magical evening ~ never slipped away
from my thoughts!
in front of a mighty waterfalls,
an undeniable witness of our bond,
raining uninterrupted...rain and the falls...
flooded, drenched both of us,
never witnessed pouring rain the way I did...
my heart never pulsated the way it did..,
a ruby-crowned kinglet crooned inside me,
heart leapt and almost burst with
a sensation of craziest happiness,
rapt with profound sadness..
of the anticipation of losing you.
The image and the feelings come back
repeatedly, as if in a fantasy!
wish I return to the same spot,
where the falls descend like a cascade of love,
find you still waiting for me,
My miraculous dream date!
February 5, 2023
For "My Dream Date" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
SECOND PLACE
Though I posted the following poem
(B)efore (C)ovid, a sense
of glee donned my being
the notion arose to trumpet anew
said literary handily crafted endeavor.
Not far from here – Perkiomen Valley -
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
regular folks going about their business
unwittingly participated in history,
a couple scant few years
after the American Revolution.
Two hundred forty three
(12.3 score) years ago
countless stripling soldiers
strapping farming homeboys
healthy agrarian lads
raised among generations
unseasoned lads in summer re:
offspring original settlers heirs
family acreage encompassed
wide uninterrupted forested swaths
across sprawling vistas
sparsely populated enclaves,
now heavily industrialized
lovely bones occupying
unmarked never known graves
buried amidst avast
cleft rapacious urbanization
long forgotten innocent youths
hailing within then bucolic
Montgomery, Delaware and Chester county
forsook their young precious lives
voluntarily promising sons
risking life and limb
more often former versus latter
sacrificing stripling flesh
encompassing urbanized tracts
quite familiar to yours truly
suddenly made aware
unbeknownst till yesterday
informative literary handiwork
titled "A Glimpse of Freedom"
engagingly written by Douglas Shupinski
details innocently naive country bumpkins
sacrificing potential sweat of brow,
albeit grueling labor
fostering holistic existence
transforming boyz to men
hardened green soldiers
into battle weary fighters
regarding, kickstarting, envisioning
inchoate cause named freedom
emancipating fledgling America
against British throne
awareness percolates,
perturbs, permeates psyche
synchronizing, manifesting, galvanizing
how past historical events
within close proximity,
where I mostly resided
since birth, now experience
absorption, communion, edification...
with dead souls
nearly deathly quiet
only most perceptive can detect!
Once we lived together in a surreal world
So full of beauty and fluorescent light
I remember those lovely blissful evenings
We rambled along country paths in great delight
I think of the beauty and charm of twilight dusks
When we listened to the enchanting choir
Of crickets and night birds singing for us
Counting glowworms with tiny lanterns of fire.
How those romantic nights swim into view
When we slept in each other’s warm embrace
Your tender touch and love’s soft murmurs
Contrasted with your snoring, my topic to tease
I still recall the vacations we enjoyed
In a thatched cottage by the riverside
Lulled by the quiet music of the river
Neither concerned nor conscious of time’s swift ride
How we sat together weaving magical dreams
Of building a posh house with modern facilities
In a far-off place beyond the village, we lived
And our occasional trip to enjoy the amenities
That was a time when existence was like a dream
When from joy to joy- uninterrupted we flew
Relishing every act of concern n' care we shared
And in mutual love and trust as we grew.
Now I stay, a phantom under this rotting roof
With awful memories barging in~
On windswept nights like marauding thieves,
When I sense a cauldron churning within.
All things you once used remind me of your absence
The armchair you lay sprawling, now lies empty and bereft
The books whose pages you often turned lie unopened
Bearing marks, your constantly moving fingers left.
What remains is the love you planted in my soul,
The deep scar caused by your absence, time can’t heal.
A handful of memories, passing years can never erase,
And traces of an eternal bond, no force can ever steal…
have I ever told you that... a picture crystallized in my heart~
an evening, mesmerizing starlit sky,
two youngsters ~ ardently absorbed in each other.
you narrated an entire story ~ with so much zeal~
a spellbound account of love and loss - did not have slightest idea what loss really meant!
I was a captive listener!
what magic did you instill with your hypnotizing voice?
became a priceless memory I could never erase.
have I ever told you that ...I remember an evening of strolling back together
by a desolate narrow village-street...from a favourite musical...
dark noiseless night.. stars mysteriously blinking...
tall trees apprehensively watching,
just the two of us... didn’t hold hands,
walking straight into the night...as if in a trance..
the sight never faded away!
have I ever told you that ...a miraculous evening ~ never slipped away
in front of a mighty waterfalls, an undeniable witness of our bond,
raining uninterrupted...rain and the falls...flooded, drenched both of us,
never witnessed pouring rain the way I did...
my heart never pulsated like the way it did..,
a ruby-crowned kinglet crooned inside me,
heart leapt and almost burst with a sensation of craziest happiness,
rapt with profound sadness..
with the anticipation of losing you.
Reminiscences transformed into.... dreams~
one pearl gets found from thousands of seashells, found my pearls in the ocean of memories.
November 4, 2020
For "Have I Ever Told You That" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
It’s snowing ….incandescent, luminescent,
Silvery snow, whispering dreams of rejuvenation...
Air misty, breeze calm, serene!
Do I see the divine Star, which directed the wise men
To a stable on an enchanting evening of starry twilight ...
Winter in sublime aura, orchestrating a sonata of
Harmony, poise, grace, artistry!
Sights through my window-panes are blurred!
Rooftops getting blanketed with white shimmering laces!
Treetops beautifully embellished with silver ornaments,
Grasses caressed by the softest drizzle of snow!
Magnificent Willow stands in silent prayer,
Calm and composed, so does the unruffled Evergreen,
Stretching its arms in thankfulness,
Decked with shimmering snow-pellets,
Gleaming and glistening as the countless stars are,
In the absolute darkness of the magnanimous cosmos,
Majestic jewellery adorned.
Tranquil, serene, noiseless, moonlit nights,
Mesmerizing snow, falling uninterrupted, unhindered,
Envelop with cadence the entire universe around me.
I glimpse a life of multi-coloured hues,
In every snowflake I behold,
The inspiring dreams, the fervent hopes,
The intense ebullience, the solitary woes -
For ever crystallized. Winter creates
It's very best composition! I am lost in dance...
Softly to the hypnotic rhythm of the sonata!
2025.1.26
It is Australia day, congratulations.
There were so many different opinions.
National day or Devided day?
Celebrate the Country or
Morn the Invasion's history?
To avoid the political heated debates
I headed to Sorrento beautiful bay,
To soak up the warm sun's ray,
and let the winds softly brushed my face.
The Sun shined high in the blue sky,
The white clouds danced and drifted away slowly.
The waves swayed rhymthly with the sea breeze.
I climbed up to the St Paul's Look Out,
The 360° uninterrupted view around me.
Providing a breath taking panorama view.
Down the long path timber steps,
I walked along the Coppins track.
The low tides helped exposing many sea rocks' surfaces,
Flat, layered, rough and smooth plateau.
Which normally covered by the sea water.
In the bottom of the sea baths.
The waves rushed in and swiped
All the objects on their paths,
Once the water spreaded evenly,
At the edge of each rock's surface,
As the sea water poured down,
Small water falls liked were formed.
Just like the table cloths would drop.
Slowly, I reached Jubilee Point.
A magnificent coast line and beaches run side by side.
Facing the water, the Sphrinx on my far right,
Diamond Bay was just on the other side.
Diamond like glittered on the surface of the water.
Not far away, the timber stairs path,
Led to the Bays of Island.
Australia, especial in Victoria,
With large lushed lands, deep blue oceans,
We should form one country.
I had a wonderful and peaceful day.
I let the political debates behind,
Kept someone out of my mind.