Written: October 04, 2025
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An enticing tale of Sapphire
Embryonic resin —
the dusk’s distilled desire
in marigold attire.
Etched in flame agate,
a mystic sphere—
twilight’s trembling lyre,
Its shimmer sings
to murmuring wings of swallows
as they dance
in dusk’s devout ballet.
October’s veil—
tuned in tangerine,
a hymn to night’s slow sway.
Water runs deep, bridges bend high, the mist-my endless sigh.
murmurs of heart
'imbibing dreamy desires with serenity' : heart murmurs to soul .
water........pebbles
wind............clouds
grass..rabbit
fog..........................river
trees.....forest
dog............cow
snow.....rain
butterfly.............flower
bird.........sky
and
you me.
Curses not heard by the closest ears,
Speaker source a bundle of cold fears,
On his alert skin trembling hairs:
They would not fail to seize all his wares...
He has heard his neighbors grunts and cries:
Whines which leave wet eyes and cheeks one dries
Not much Alan can do, if he phones
But neither much help is sure from moans
"Keep murmuring like the Israelites
Even as it lacks electrolytes:
The slight, the spite; Oh yes, the sure bite!
History shall you remember and cite!"
Complaining, complaining
That is all you do!
Refraining, refraining
From the flow of negativity!
You have caused a river of pessimism
To enhance the essence of your life
The alignment of your words to the circumstances of life
Will shelter an unbearable image
That will put you in a cage!
The mire of murmuring
Has created a wire around your life!
Negative circumstances stab you like a knife
And all you have is the concept of complaining!
Break free and sing a new song
This is the hour to be strong
You have the power to rise
So put away the banner of negativity
And change the manner in which you see things!
You are beyond the negativity
So ignore self-pity and
Let your life be filled with a level of positivity!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
He got a death ticket
for standing in the murmuring zone
An unwritten casualty statistic
was fatally issued
for belatedly standing there too long
Asphalt caught, he waved the white flag
of an enamel obedient grin
In fidgety hope that a routine hassle
didn’t turn flatline wrong,
felt baton-induced
to cheek meekly lay prone
But a swastika command
curse-slapped
his bleating heart cuff firm
Impending siren ticket to Styx ride
made him nervously squirm
Grim visions of a swift dirt journey
to the reaper feast of worms
Dyed blue fear bosom chilled his soul to the bone,
as echoes of hatred
drowned out his thoughts in the murmuring zone
Such dirge irony of life:
He had only stopped to answer his cellular phone
Sadly, his loving wife,
and doting child couldn’t wait for Da to get home
M and M ...
bitter chocolate Exodus groaning
Desert vile hope
melting in the fetter-free hands
Wilderness wandering lust ... Egyptian longing
Some wanting to shortly shackle return
to the chains of long captivity
Be slave pawns in Pharaoh’s wicked plans,
such a reprobate pity
M and M
death yearnings —
The Living God,
those err tomb walkers chose to withstand
Murmuring ...
desiring evil, carnal things
Muttering ...
hatred for the daily, manna offering
M and M
Brash Luciferin arm unatoned,
vocal stones
hidden hand thrown
Cast angrily without any godly fear,
the fiery serpent
bit the deaf complainers in the ear
M and M ...
dark chocolate moaning
Godless cries drowning
in the desert sea
The Rock turned the dry land
into miry sand
Quickly
putting the sinking souls
in the smoldering place
they beggarly wanted to be
Water means some memories
Some sweet and some bitter
Without any stoppage which flow
Murmuring like a gust of wind
For a moment if I close my eyes
I sink into an unfathomable deep of time
In the stream of an ocean hissing me up around
In the middle of multitudes I never ever felt
Like an autumnal fallen foliage ,floated away .
A murmuring brook of love songs runs along my life's path
every night I go near it and let my heart take a bath.
© kash poet (kashinath karmakar)
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Placement : 2nd ( Sept 2013 )
Contest: What makes you tick
Sponsor: Seren Roberts
my skin cringed
to see your eyes
watery
and thin
foolish me
to think you would speak to me
aqain
i thought you should
speak aqain
i wait
and waited
and i am waiting
to see if you let another murmur escape
.
Mysterious song
.
Softly sung by mourning doves
.
Soothes my aching soul
I didn’t hear any murmuring.
Thank God Vivek had to do it for me
We were “functionally incapacitated” as they say
In the medicinal terminology
One thing I’m never gonna be
She is the whispering of the bluest waters
Standing in the stillness she calls to me
Within the sounds of the coursing river
I feel the ease of her comfort washing over me
Consumed by her soft flowing siren song
Cascading down the mountains banks
Waltzing in the descending whitewater
Coming to rest in a cooled pool of her caress
Illumed depths tepid in the evening sun
Enhanced of her life and ardor
Swimming free
Drinking her intoxicating breath exhaling out
My love is the river of azure water
Ever carrying me onward she moves
Whispering…
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