O my shadow, sail away.
Be thou far from me.
Morning deadly, thou art grey.
Poison, hear my plea.
Torn apart, O tones of time?
Nerves inside us, roil.
Countenance of bitter crime!
Belladonna, boil!
River, in thy deepest cave.
Giant, see thy grave.
Sidewalk cracked and needing pave.
Savior, time to save.
Armies of forgotten gone!
Tend thy fiercest rage!
Blackout, blossom! O my swan!
Broken, O my cage!
Automaton, mad machine!
Envy turned them green!
Roundabout run red! I deen?
Just what have I seen?
Moon above, thy fullest.
Lunatic, thy fringe.
Fill the brazen bull? Best!
Murder, on the binge!
Great queens, from thy black abyss!
Give the end a kiss!
Such a night! What lurked in this?
Serpent, time to hiss!
Hope, accrue? What do we do?
Magnetize the flue!
Stick together just like glue!
Make the whole world new...
I woke up in this place
Where everyone was not so
Different from me yet different none-the-less
But it didn’t seem to matter much
It’s not like I’m living the “dream”
And everyone else
With their upside-down smiles
Seems so lonely to me
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
So, stop wasting it ...
Go ahead, be proud of your works, paste up poems
All over the walls like posters
Magnetize them on the Fridge door
Copy them and hand them out like flyers
Put them under windshield wiper blades at the Sooper Market
Post them on www.poetrysoup.com (it's free!)
And last but not least, go ahead and
Hang them from your neighbors' mailboxes
I promise,
The mail carrier won’t mind.
Happiness
I need you
Magnetize me
You are painful
Repulsion done
Death is on
End is gone
Emptiness comes
Forever life
Happiness is on
My life is lost
Forever on
Lamented Streets
David J Walker
I bring the village and
The villagers follow
Each a part of the past of
a distorted dream
the energies of the city
magnetize everything
in its path
what I miss is the quiet
of a former reality
the colors clearly defined
the air unsoured and aroused
the waters translucent and pure
a wind with real meaning
a moon clearly seen from a Mesa
the sweet smell of a mesquite fire
by the lake
I bring the villagers who are inarticulate
In the urban foreign vernaculars of
The vulgar streets of daily disasters
Where every song sung is a lament
For sad listeners longing for an
Escape to simple settings
By clasping the lightning string
I reach the sky
Wondrous view there, I spy
Sitting on the fluffy clouds
I roam everywhere
Outspread clouds, my magic chairs
Crafting shapes out of clouds
I drive a dinosaur,
Sometimes rabbits, lion and omnivores
Goading the animals
I explore the sky's grandeur
And search for the heaven's door
Seeing a big dark black figure
I shout aloud
He does magnetize all the fluffy clouds
No shades of blue, all black now
I sit on top there
Wondering, is everything fair?
Suddenly the thunderstorms drum
I cascade down
As a raindrop and reaches a town
On seizing me
A child in the town, grins cheerfully
And the entire town, receive me gladly
Glimpsing above
On seeing the dark black figure, they bow
Gratitude for having his darshan, they show
Not all angels wear white dress
Plenty of them are in disguise
I perceived!!!
September 18 2021
*Darshan : an opportunity to see or an occasion of seeing a holy person or the image of a deity.
If I had fallen in your divine love
I also could have known
that how twinkling stars
in the moonlit night
could strew their amazing illumination
in the whole universe
that how the moon in the milky night
could embellish its beaming smile
that how austerity of the galaxy of stars
could witness the happiness of macrocosm
that how melody of nature
could touch the heartbeats of its lovers
that how harmonic sound of birds
could create musical environment
in the dark and deep forests
that how rustles of the intoxicated winds
could break the silence of darkness
that how the voluptuous gestures of the sky
could stimulate erotic desires
of flora and fauna
that how the adorable smile
of elvish dark clouds
could shower colorful kisses
on the pink roses crazy in love
that how the sensual seduction of dew drops
could magnetize the glow of dawn
and that how the fresh air in the morning
could disrupt the penance of the spring
if I had fallen in your divine love
I could have felt
the eternal beauty of nature
I wish I could have drowned
In your divine enchantment
forever and ever and ever
(By Kishan Negi)
Love Is Omnipresent
Love is like a green leaf
innocent, delicate and mute
a rare symbol of exaltation
and is very sweet and cute
Love is like a poetic rainbow
jovial, gleeful and winsome
with its charming seven colours
its gestures are very handsome
Love is the morning rising sun
unique, energetic and divine
illuminating the heavenly universe
appears like an intoxicating red wine
Love is a gust of frenzy wind
inebriate, dynamic and flighty
its unique and gleeful nature
makes the environment mighty
Love is like the carnal blue Sky
always induces to dream high
and provides its blue umbrella
with amazing dreams to fly
Love is like a deep blue sea
kissing the glow of sunrise
hidden treasury of pearls and gems
its high tides always magnetize
Love is like the mother earth
forgiving, loving and merciful
croons melodious and sweet lullaby
and its children become cheerful
(By Kishan Negi)
RED ROSE RULES
~anacreontic verse~
Guard by blue skies
on green meadows
the lover's roll,
a dash of love
cause cheeks to blush
a classic style,
a charming act
from nature's art--
to tease her mind,
to please her heart.
Her smile so bright,
he want this right:
the scents so pure
among all blooms
his red rose rules
freed from fear
shy lips reveal
thoughts long hidden
from her muse.
Eyes wide open
hands to her face
casting same spell,
orbs magnetize
on feelings so bliss.
They don't want to miss,
they start to kiss
only the breeze,
the birds, the trees
witness this tryst.
_____________________________
8:14 pm; January 06, 2015
The roar of the raging seas
The tinkling of sonorous bells
The sweet manipulation of thousand voilins
The running waves of gushing liquids
The buzzing of happy bees,
The thunderous sound from the bare clouds
The voices of the infinite celestials
Bite us O wisdom!
Infest our minds with rich testimonies of words
Conflagrate our imaginative powers
Mystify the sacredness of our poetical voices
Grind our rough lines smooth and perfect
Elevate our positions in the lyrical universe
Control our feeble fingers as we ink through the wilderness of distorted valleys
Let our inner eyes behold quality pictures in the gallery of obscure realms
We magnetize and Immortalize
Our true symbol of poetism.
Amen!
Her eyes speak soul,
anger burns at senseless abuse,
and tears pool at any sad story.
His chocolate orbs entice.
A sidelong glance gathers floss,
dangles trout on the hook.
Her emerald iris's sing,
radiate joy and glow sultry
as chocolate touches her tongue.
His sheep's eyes ensnare,
hawk promise of romance, and veil
a forked tongue behind tempter's lips.
Her eye language shouts,
dances laughter and sparkles
excitement as she rips off ribbon.
His brown iris's magnetize.
Molten love draws her into flame;
bones turn to Jell-O, veins to liquid fir
They call her a daydreamer
with eyes that sparkle like stars;
Her wishes, flecks of glitter,
enticing, she'll steal your heart
Light floods, glowing her desire,
Illuminating the path;
A compass points to inspire,
staring back, she's a photograph
They call her a daydreamer
that smile will magnetize;
One glance causes quite a leer
Her ideas hypnotize.
Silent Mirror
My lyrics must reflect my inner
silence
The words that bring a
reflection of truth
As I walk in the wrecked past
From the future my voice
silently weeps
For the lost generation
Without equation
For my lyrics reflection the ills
of this generation
I look at the world
Through the tainted glass
As I clear the glass I see my
own faults
With reflection of madness
All this fear I hide
I am troubled inside
Let me unravel
And magnetize
Materialize
This vision and realize my
ambition
There is no option but one
To walk through hell and find
the light
My lyrics reflect my inner
silence
And I Silently listen.....
By Ernest Badounts
I prefer crazed blue eyes
How they
Magnetize
The ache
I have
To make your insanity
My own
I prefer crazed blue eyes
Won’t
Apologize
How I take
Your flesh
And make your absurdity
My home
I prefer crazed blue eyes
Don’t you
Realize?
Nutcase
Lover
Wackity wack wackify
My soul
Let me look into your
Anarchic mind
Transfixed by those
Wild baby blues
Let’s share the final
Gasps of time
While we wear
Each other's shoes
Let me hold your body
In such strange ways
Even monkeys
Would be ashamed
Let’s meld our chaos
Lunatic babe
One body joined
Perverse, deranged
I prefer crazed blue eyes
Delirious blues
In the way they
Stare at me
All Sturm und Drang
Staring
Knowing
Exactly
Who I Am
Your voice all quiet now
Your laughter never to be heard again
And yet it still echoes in my head..
Your smile still plays in my mind’s eye
Feathery kisses blown from above
Floating around brushing against my face
The sadness sometimes overwhelming
When the wind blows and the flowers dance
Their multihued colors magnetize even the butterflies
Just like you always use to do…
I can’t help but smile,
remembering your love for them.
When I look at your daughter,
She reminds me about you
Even though you left too soon,
you taught her well...
At the age of thirty five,
The battle were no longer yours to fight…
Contest : Reflection
By : Wilma Neels
7th Place
Children come into this world innocent and pure,
Free from the allure of ungodly things,
Then one day they magnetize disease,
as suddenly as they arrived, they are about to leave,
Children are the purest form of truth,
A dying child has no time to be coy or cute,
He/she usually cuts through the chase and gets to the point,
there is no use in hesitation or rattling joints,
Dying children let you know how they are feeling and what they think,
even if it seems uncouth or stinks,
When time is precious, they don't waste it playing ring around the rosy,
They ask questions, give opinions and get really nosy.
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