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Like secret water
hidden inside the stone
love of my mother flows
unconditionally with life at stake
for her depth and unbridgeable width
I need not go to any sea
in search of my existence.
A knock at the soft corner of her heart
and she hands with care
plentitude of bliss and brimming affection.
with colours of unknown flowers
these divine elements lie
folded in my hands
with many-spendoured features of life.
As I feel them,
they speak to me gently
in the nectar-filled voices
of the deciphered scripts,
unknown alphabets.
Unfolding before me
like rare flowers
the loose hanging end of her saree
carries the essence of a thousand hopes,
and flows in me
like a subterranean river.
On her tender face
hangs a vast canvas of mercy;
over whelms me
with its magic spell of smiles,
from a stiring of promising words
like a chorale in some symphony
or a wet water course in a desert.
Yes, her cherished hands
always reveal a wandering,
an extending far and wide
a flow of confidence
that bursts with scent of progress
every moment.
Like an invincible bird
like a heap of vivid flower
Like a sea that never overflows
her magnanimity heart
seems like a boundless sky itself.
Her infinite faith on god overhead
and herself, is that experience
creating new worlds for me .
I destroy dynasties,
I tear your world apart.
I take all your possessions,
I will own your heart.
I'm more costly than a yacht,
More beautiful than gold,
The misery I bring,
A sight to behold.
If you know me,
I can easily be found.
In every Country,
City and town.
I hang with the rich,
I hang with the poor.
I know the rock star,
And the girl next door.
I can be made anywhere,
But not like you think.
It can be a basement, a bathroom,
Or the kitchen sink.
I can be next to a gun in a closet,
Or out in the woods.
Am I starting to make you wonder?
Well, it should.
I go by many names,
There is one that's the best.
You might have heard of me,
My name is Mrs. Crystal Meth.
My power over whelms you,
Just try me and you will see.
Remember this my friend,
You might not be able to break free.
Most cannot try me once,
Then just go.
That first time,
I could own your soul.
When I take over,
You will steal and lie.
You will do anything,
Just to get high.
You will sell your body,
For my hypnotic charm.
You could end up,
With needle in your arm.
I will strip away your morals,
It won't matter how you were raised.
You have no choice in the matter,
These are my ways.
I will take your looks,
I will take your pride.
I won't leave you alone,
Right there by your side.
You will have nothing,
No family, no home.
No money, no job,
Your all alone.
I keep taking even after,
You have nothing to give.
Consider yourself lucky,
Some don't get to live.
Be cautious, I play,
A wicked game.
When it's over,
You could be insane.
I ruin your teeth,
I control your mind.
No one is safe,
I will destroy mankind.
You sweat, you shake,
The things you see.
If you must know,
These are gifts from me.
You will hate that you were tempted
By me; They always do.
Remember, you seek me out,
I don't look for you.
I bring more misery,
Then words can tell.
Stay away from me,
I'm the Highway to Hell.
You ponder,
How am I a slave?
Life in the fast lane,
Cradle to grave.
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I cross the realms from morn till night.
I ride on dragons with wings of might.
I search for you without delay
and ask the Fates to show the way.
I fly above the cotton clouds
in sun before the night enshrouds.
I seek the paling saffron skies
to catch the trail from your disguise.
Yet on I ride across the realms
before my eyes betray my whelms.
Your love has left me unashamed
and leaves my saddened heart inflamed.
Thus soaring on wild winds above,
I seek togetherness, my love.
I search each kingdom that I find
for hope that gives me peace of mind.
Until again I can enclose
your fragile form and mine appose.
Lost without you, I feel fallow.
I adore you, my sweet shadow.
i'd loved you before
between karma and mirth
i'd weathered the wrath
of your untimely compassion
rationed out over time
crumbling through my frail fingers
as dried daisies perrished
among torn twigs
tampered with under
rough gravel concrete slabs
and rows of moss
saturated in coarse dander
i'd loved you before
while tainted bliss cried
as swollen eyelids opened
over crawling lashes
folded under soft tissue's
and pastel print linen
i'd loved you before
through a selfless lens
looking over calming
whelms bestowed silently
surrounding broad weeping
willows sparingly displaying
fields of dandelions
gesturing hush now
why had i ever loved you
ON TENDING THE GREAT ANCESTRAL FIRES
Here lies the residue
Of an old fire
Long gone
Dry—Ashes
Left to the whelms
Of raindrops to dampen
Into a useless mush—
Or for the wind to blow
Aimlessly to nowhere;
Wet and immobile
Or blowing dry in the wind,
Useless are cold ashes.
Here, scattered among the warm ashes,
Lay hot remnants of a once great fire
Gone untended—abandoned as.
Often, tenders of great fires are released
From their duties by the thirst of death;
Others are just scared away.
Be whichever it may, great fires
Cocoon themselves in charcoal hued embers.
Charcoal hued embers—steamers of raindrops
And lovers of re-birthing winds of ignition.
Come chilled children;
Movements are like unsettled ashes
Of social interchange; revolution,
Like volcanic embers of transformation.
Come cocooned children;
Let us gather and stoke volcanic embers
That we may metamorphose in the presence
Of the Great Fire spirit of our ancestors—
Least we devolve into the staled mush of ashes.
night had begun to beseech
thy wretchedness covered
deeply amidst toiling postures
craving naught gently i'd withered
throughout the infamous
meanings according to mark
while i'd entered a certain realm
surrounded by lost pebbles
underneath st anthony's
weathered sandals
we are but martyrs
wailed from an aching voice
of a fragile old woman captured
within haste soiled
by the very nature henceforth
seen as cleansing thee earths core
bottled just so catering to
the whelms of st francis
while day redeemed
sudden past times for the jest
marking the dawn at play
lessons folded between
creases that behold gravity
clinging to crawling vines
soiled in indifference
why we manage to master
the suns ray an yet hide
from the moon under my feet
noticing an open gate
concealing wrath beyond
a daunting task measured
in pure completeness
SAME TO SAME
Yesterday my friends came.
Do you know all of them ?
No problem : Take part in game.
Excuse is lame.
Put photo in frame.
School Emblem to stich in hem.
Stones are Gem : Lustre to claim.
Root down : Up stem.
That's plant- system.
Oil of grains sesame !
Glow of candle flame.
Pets to love and tame.
Children are same, none to blame.
Good work brings fame : Bad work gets shame.
What's your aim ? What's your name ?
Middle name and Surname ? Or, pseudo name ?
King rules realm : Queen whelms.
Respect star of Bethlehem
and National Anthem.
05/25/ 23
Purusha, the consciousness, and prakriti, the matter,
Like glass vessels in the basket of existence clatter;
Beyond corporal, cerebral, and emotional realms,
To Spiritual reality the consciousness whelms...!
Like a migratory bird, having its mission fulfilled,
The soul flies to its homeland exhilarated and thrilled;
Exploring silent salient lands of known and unknown,
Reaches the zone and milestone of peace and joy sown and grown...!
Like a flower and plant and tree encounters the seasons,
Of summer, monsoon, spring, winter, and autumn with reasons;
So too the spirit, mind, and soul passes all fine phases,
Like a horse single-mindedly towards its goal races...!
The lithosphere, hydrosphere, biosphere, and atmosphere,
The exosphere, geosphere, hemisphere, and hydrosphere;
Across each realm, the creature reaches with no resistance,
Attains pilgrimage of perfection and pure existence...!!!
07 May 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 36 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
In midnight gazes call me sullen upon my cheek
Rousing replies risen bound by chains
Lest mercy be tallowed by all frays
Lest my cheek rise by an untimely hour
Rid my face of discoloured honour
Until it shall stalk by the wretched wicker sun's rays
O wither upon the wicker's sun dropped desire
Feign, o swell upon the imperious bells
Dear wicker, o ire, shalt rain upon the sinner's drencht trap
Leave mellow cleaves upon a skull's prondered fallows
O wicker, dear wicker, fall'n be the strife within my own trial
Ris'n upon a mellow moon's impassive scamp
A whore within such heavenly light, where'n quarry shalt seek a seeming clamp
Fought a feign, O swallow, O blossom by my might
Shalt the wicker sun swoon upon my sorrows?
O life, upon a liver, foreclose a killer
For soon i shall take upon flight
Until the sun's swollen wicker shall take upon the morrow
Shall anguish thrive upon a famisht howl
Come without breaks, nor bend
I shall steal upon the wicker's whelms
Towards the sways, o sorrow shall bend
Belier my helm, 'til all else shall fall hither
'Til I hear the moon call upon the wicker,
And I shall fly.
With the tremulous dark vista so far and yet so near
Abandoning my defences ~ I stand in awe ~ not in fear
Virtuoso Maestro unleash
a Composition Grandioso
To Overtures of a Symphony
herald the raging storming Tempo
Staccato Strains cascading
rapid torrents of Treble and Tremolo
Rhythmic Beats a Prelude
to an intensifying Triple Time Scherzo
Silken sail unfurled I embrace the storm of your tempestuous symphony
Crashing~ drifting~ floating~ flowing~ tasting ~awakening my melodic epiphany
Effervescent chilling thrilling air as
Allegro whelms Allegretto
Electrifying sizzling Musette ~
Trills a mesmeric Capriccio
Registers booming Bass Notes
rumbling within your thunderous Vibrato
Echoing claps of thunder Prompt
a spectacular Cadence Crescendo
I release my Spirit to gratify every phantasy in its sight
The soaring Tempest of my Soul liberates its own Philharmonic flight
Inhibitions abandoned as I succumb to your Music of the Night
Footnote:
By way of musical term allegory, I have endeavored to dramatize and romanticize the Awesomeness of an Electrical Thunderstorm and simultaneously likening it to the rush of tactual Sensual, Sexuality and Emotions experienced in romantic instances. I felt that the instrumental rendition of ‘The Phantom’ Musical, aptly accentuates the trepidation, anticipation and elating sentiments portrayed in the various elements of my poem.