You make me think of a city
of spires and minarets
suspended in the purple
focus of a dusk
that seals the bitter bargains
of sinister bazaars
where gems and crystals mingle
the clatter of their light
with dizzying aromas
of saffron, incense, mint,
where silks as pale as moonlight
and red as blood on snow
and blue as desert noons
stain the heavy breeze
that falls through crumbling alleys
and stirs the scented curtains
of richly cushioned chambers
where lacquer, brass, and jade
receive helpless blossoms
of indolence and passion,
while from the far horizon,
beyond the groaning spars
that throw a crazed lattice
across the dying sky,
startled gulls reiterate
their clean, remote despair.
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Pointed at his heart
Ready for its start
Pointed at her eyes
Where a future lies
Pointed at her hand
For what he had planned
Offered the ring
Diamond, sparkling
So proclaiming his love
Before the gods above
Traced her tear
Not of fear
But of joy and elation
Upon a new foundation
A new life to spend together
In sunshine
And stormy weather
Just Walking hand in hand
Upon laping beaches;
Their toes crushing the sand
Sunken moons
Blissful noons
Sounds of their childrens' laughter
The Ivy adorned rafter
The glowing hearth fire
Seeing life entire
How like a dream
It could all seem
But when he looks at her
Knowing no dream better
Than her beautiful smile
In the flow of time where memories float like leaves over the silent river,
I will keep in my soul our kisses, lips burned by the fire of love,
And how you gave me everything you had, every corner of your soul and every dream,
And I offered you what was left of me, pieces of sky and shadows of longing.
I will keep in mind your small room, a sanctuary of our unwritten stories,
Your touch like a caress of light, windows open towards infinity,
The records that played old stories, the books that whispered ancient secrets,
The coffee of our mornings, the ritual of silence in the embracing dawn,
The noons and nights, our bodies entwined in eternal sleep,
The small currents that flowed between us, instantaneous and forever,
Your foot next to mine, your arm like a promise of warmth,
Your smile, the light of the soul that made me laugh again.
And thus, in the silence that surrounds us, we keep the echo of every moment,
For in this silent symphony of memories, we find an eternity,
A dance of hearts that always find their way back to each other.
Mother's mornings, we're getting up, she's thankful for waking,
mother's days, we're at school, she's singing while she's cleaning,
mother's noons, we're eating lunch, she's with dear friends, inviting,
mother's eves, before our dinner with our hands held, she's praying,
mother's nights, by our bedsides, she's saying "I love you" kissing,
mother's in heaven, softly saying I'm here my darlings, watching.
Upon evening and exotic shores,
I feel the mist of your hair,
Your hips,
Of the sweetest crescents,
Dance like a ballerina,
With an irises love,
And its blush of lavendars,
Serenading vases and gardens,
Your accents of honey,
Born of the enchanted waves,
Caresses the soul,
With loving midnights,
And tender noons,
The evening sways,
With lovely,
and solacing bouquets,
Its mango sighs,
Strewn along the petalled vistas
Reynaldo Casison
CATTLE EGRET
Makinde Adebayo Adeniyi
Silken, snow-white feathers
Slender, elegant legs
Lovely long sinuous neck
Beautiful and benignly noble head
Stout, straight, sharp beaks
The cattle egret
Seen in the dry season
In symbiosis
With cattle and the wild
Visitors to the quiet countryside
Feeding on ticks and insect
Migrating with the arrival of the rains
To distant arid land
The cattle egret
Harmless as a dove
Graceful in flight
Beautiful in sight
Her arrival, like the sweet angels
Bring the sandstorms
Dusty, dense, dry vegetation in cold weather
Interspersed with hot noons
And that sweet aroma of harmattan
Choking, churning dense river of clouds.
Vengeful, raging, wrathful airspace,
where seraphs and cherubs are murdered,
where cold torrential demons are unleashed.
Dank deep noons and nights interbreed,
incestuous and quailing, unholy waters
wailing, exploding, spilling specters,
erasing, defacing, disgracing all that was.
We all know the inequality of cruelty.
Cloudbursts inflict the most on the least.
Drenched hopes and soaked assumptions are
undone by mudslides, unhinged in flash floods.
There are so many conversations we wish
we once had, before the rains started,
before the blast of tainted waters scoured
our private rooms, and it was too late.
No, we don’t know we’re drowning in
the life we repudiate.
Rising, if the sun prides making high noons,
I’ve often turned life’s winters unto Junes.
What if my pen fetches no stars at first?
It knows to fight back, bargain fair fortunes.
Getting best from pen oft gets people’s goat,
I know it helps— growing cactus on dunes.
So what if some of my labour’s returned,
I know well to wait for bluest of moons.
Maybe I’m held up, not left high and dry,
I may take long but know to rise from ruins.
Poems oft pose to me a seed of thought:
Making a blank leaf black’s no great renown!
Life being life, may well go out of tune,
Tell me if you can kiss banes unto boons.
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Ghazal |15.11.2021| life, poems, poet, success
Awfully splendorous fallen-leaf paintings on landscapes!
Ultra momentary changing of sky colors and shapes!
Trees, true forerunners, paving paths for the winter princess!
Umbrellas bidding farewell to the summer-rain messes!
Munificently mesmerizing multicolored Morns!
Nebulous fogs knitting knotty nets in nocturnal noons!
04 October 2021
Autumn Acrostic Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
A desert lake is a perfect
mirror of the bluest sky
that everyone has ever seen,
it wants to trade place and expect
to be a part of Heaven
without the pretty
daisies and lilies:
it will have plenty of clouds
that will shine on breezy August noons...
as folks let loose their colorful balloons!
Watch little Claudine play the Hohner,
often times she borrows her dad's guitar...
while Aunt Jane puts on her straw hat
and shades to resemble a movie star;
that's not a beach, but she looks hot!
What's missing besides a songster?
A desert lake is a perfect mirror
of the bluest sky in Oklahoma...
where no sea is seen only big mountains,
Uncle Jesse slowly sips his chilled beer;
if it'll rain, he'll play the harmonica
making her niece mad with furrowed brows!
Watch little Claudine play the Hohner
getting claps from pops and grannies,
nobody notices when her song is out of tune;
Jack tries to warn her, but she neglects him with a smirk:
let him dance, let him sing music can change his quirk!
Funny how it delights the frantic puppies
that join the fun thinking it's opportune
to surround and upset Jack the crooner!
Tranquil Zen mornings
Siddartha Nirvana noons
Infinites twilight
Said the moon to the sun
I was the first across the sky to run
Said the sun to the moon
True, but you can have your dark evenings and nights
For I've got bright mornings and blazing high-noons
~ sun showers, rainbows and picturesquely-painted late afternoons
Intricate dull summer, autumn's scourge,
Dog day noons, sultry dusk undress the night,
Mirage, sweaty foreheads entertain an oasis,
Rise of Fall, leaves, plot ere barked disguises,
Autumn's quarrels, chartreuse hawks verdant green hue,
Spar shades, tones, pigments re, imagination,
Expelled from hold, abandon o'er cold,
Huddled neath shedding sunshades,
Sun pierced, stains owned ardor brown,
Wrinkled facing fertile lengthened passage,
Refreshed, sprouts anew,
Laments a stabled tree near a rippling brook,
Transpires driven, meaning sustained, neath or aloft,
Gravitation charters its progress,
Ingenuous source served natural throat that thirsts beyond,
Prompt wintry ice, obscure its way, not bar its exemplary flow,
Gratification expounded, outpours inside the expanse,
Breeding fluidity, according to varied species of life on Terra.
2019 October 07
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14 lines x 10 syllables = 140 syllables
Fall Of Autumn
The deep south, confused summer, autumn's blight,
Nature's microwave is on overdrive,
Dog day noons, sultry dusk undress the night,
Escapist schemes, routes north relief, connive.
Red Indian drumbeats as Fall swelters,
Mirage, sweaty heads host an oasis,
Sane in A/C cars, dash in cool shelters,
Heat holds life, pause Winters' death, the basis.
Latter is solace, fire sparks energy,
Pains of the past, remedies in their youth,
Melts the built, curls their hair, sums synergy,
Drab purple dawn the horizon, cold truth.
Gasps of frost taunt the raw vexing season's,
Soft made tough, green ripens, Fall sets reasons.
2019 October 05
*3rd Place*
Autumn sonnet
~~John Hamilton
From a far-off galaxy my poems descended
To amaze you, to comfort you!
In my poetry you were the limitless spectrum of love,
To unwrap you from the lotus leaf
I burnt an incense for you!
I waited and cuddled the warmth of the fireplace
In a frosty winter night for you!
In the sea of my bereft pain
Like high waves you dashed on
The shore of my passion,
You delved in like a deluge to purge
My mistaken conscience while I
Scoured you in many desert hot noons,
In the cold of an arctic winter,
At the curve of a flowing river!
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