an
instinctive
voice
of
formative
lyricism
with
warmth
&colour
extensive
reflective
phrasing
exemplified
with
wistful
nostalgia
blissful
echoes
of
introspection
in
waves
of
comptemplation
Lyricism of wisteria ruses…peacocking muses gushing tomes
Classicism flocking..roams & woos homes not garden gnomes
Colourful creepers cruising..schmoozing with boisterously blushing bricks
Spring exudes mysticism..oozes oodles of bamboozling serendipity flushing
Cherished fingers rushing freely..delivers..unctuous ravishingly rambunctious
Relished slivers lavishly lingers..embellished..proudly protrudes
Inspires rhyming platitudes about gratitude...fires fresh
Attitudes across a range of altitudes & latitudes
Sprinkling wryly of vintner's drily sparkle...ends strange debacle...
Skint stints of wily skinflint winter’s splinters..with hints of now..Spring sprints
But also somehow.. if one squints..get an inkling of change..
Glints of summer's tints slyly twinkling
CONTRASTS
intuitive
enthralling
with the startlin
discoveringstartling
of
commonality
paired together
receptive
&
so highly
esoteric
& radiant
a mystical theosophy
developing
exceptional
possibilities
of
controversial comparisons
yet
is profound
tactful
with
considerations
tinged
in an elegiac
mood
juxtaposed
individuality
unfurled
in
inscrutable
mysterious
shadows
marks
the sense
of being
in
magnificent
rectilinear
strokes
marvellous
engrossing
& illuminating
throughout
the
mind
& consciousness
in
the
mystery journey
so
wondrous
to fascinate
the lyricism
in
the complexity
of time
light
&space
My feelings are mosaic,
scattered and multi-colored.
There is no set pattern in the artwork
and no meaning in each separate pane.
Only the whole surface memorable.
Each shard of broken mirror
reflects a parse of the whole.
When pieced together the total vision,
though tattered, comes into clearer focus.
Reflection, a study of the conscious.
Moments of time tell no tale.
Vignettes of a larger tome
monopolize space that holds no fullness,
no revelations of intensity,
dramatism, lyricism, poeticism.
I demand everywhereness,
unbound illimitedness.
Totality of my essentialism
wherein I exist in absoluteness.
my assemblage as a full complement.
Quanta on quanta. Wholeness.
Unequivocally me.
At first, I wrote because I felt the need
to bare my soul in letters when away
from loved ones. Later, thoughts I had I freed
with words I used my best way to convey
emotions that I felt. Sometimes I’d write
short stories since I loved to read so much.
With drama many authors could ignite
enchantment in me with their magic touch.
Much later in my life, I took my pen
to paper, but THIS time - compelled to rhyme -
I felt new lyricism take me! Then
what had eluded me all my lifetime
revealed itself! I never did foresee
when young that one day I’d a poet be.
Aug. 30, 2022
Remarkable
Shakespeare
lyricism
poetic
from
cradle
auras of
lyricism
a sophistication
of
mischief
an
inner
connection
delicate
miniatures
of
latent
chance
in spontaneity
coherent
components
in a
loose
symbiosis
of
opaque
circles
droplets in cipher
Like colors seeping through a hazed prism
Our evening talks drift with lyricism-
Sky turns to crepe paper on all dream’s bends
Where ripple of fire-glow lightly descends,
Roaming around your hair in a cluster
Stylized by Orion of forever-
I pull my arms to climb your northern star
There, our flights turn into orbits, lunar
And astral while my body darts to glide;
Till clouds halt a bright trance, I sigh inside.
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The only book teaching humanism;
The only which cures locoism;
One and only poem for lyricism
Is Reader’s Digest’s mechanism.
If you see it through any prism
Can find joy, fun, thrill and sarcasm
This is a weak agent of nihilism;
This is the best known idealism
Where all spend individualism
To receive mental masochism.
Reading it is just like mesmerism.
Without it school suffers gargoylism.
Indian tradition or let be Maoism,
It is well read and accepted optimism.
Mentally dissect
My lyrical dialect
Cause my psychological
Philosophical context
Is an channel you have to check
Digest the concept
I profess
See how the geometrical lines connect
We not parallel
They same great minds think alike like we share the same cells
My brain waves is a storm of tornadoes
Whirling together to create the embryo
Biblical credentials say the body is a temple
An the mind is sound
The fundamentals or essential
Purpose of my well being is to be presentful
An image rememorable because my existence is once to be found
GOD holds my crown
But the devil is permissible to be around
My lyrical material I write down
Comes from the instrumental grounds of the sounds my mind listens to
I'm a instrument
Greek Sonnet
I write Dionysus poetry
With a dash of Apollo,
This because darksome poetry
Can kill hope
And become cynical – we don´t
Want to lose all hope.
Too much Apollo
On the other hand
And we lose sight of reality
Therefor the two gods
Compliments each other so
We don´t sink into despondency
And not into
Hysterical harp playing lyricism
Pop may be catchy
But not lyrically deep
Case in point: Chris Brown.
(N.B. Poem written after hearing "Don't Wake Me Up")
I see you on stage, accepting your badge
Looking like time erased all definition
From your stodgy face
Sometimes I wonder if you realize
what you've done-
In interviews, always cagey
Mercurial like the days of England
prancing on half-beaten guitars
With a litany of melted stories
We salute you from coast to coast:
A sultan of piercing lyricism
Making time stand still with song.
When nuclear war towered,
Belting out when I die in my footsteps
You are a rare animal trekking
Through a wasteland of fear
When I was a teenager
Crawling through mirrors,
Visions of Johanna blasted my skull
Making a temple for me to grow
Though Mona lisa had the highway blues
I can feel the spine of your voice
As I round early adulthood
Learning the deepest reaches of love,
Speaking like silence
There's no way to catalogue
the impression you've had
So as you stand there on stage
Being hung with the President's medal
Know that you've made an impact
Your life will inspire
Humanity for generations to come
The daytime radiation changed the forenoon breeze
And the windows were kept close
Flames hemmed in my room from the furnace terrasse
Brought my afternoon snooze at dispose.
Abounded myself from my brazier bed and stepped on the het up floor
And outcried mutedly against the cataclysm
Pelted along to take a bath, water pour out perceived to be boiled more
Brought all my desires against summer’s pragmatism.
The awaited evening was bored by the midday coercion
And the fun fancied by the birds those choir
Slowly by the virtues of lyricism, windows were open
Versed the liaison where the vanity fluxed by the twilight zephyr.
Eased myself from my midday muted hollers and trod on the stairs to the terrace
And felt the birds nested as the breeze became soother
Prostrated along to feel the charm, stars twinkled by their self-reliance
Brought all my desires worthy at 8pm with summer’s be after.
The quiesce voice of the leisurely leaves by the solacing breeze
And the dim rays that softened the ambiance
Noetically by the oath of imagery shadows that molded by my ease
Comeuped with this summer rhyme at 8pm by my essence.
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