MIDWINTER
Slushy, Sloshed,
Shivering, Sheltering, Slumbering,
Siri Nox, Siri Lumos,
Shimmering, Sunbathing, Singing,
Sensuous, Spirited,
MIDSUMMER
Celebrating emergence from hibernation and the transition from dark winter to bright summer
I woke up the owls time,in the lurid lighting of moon
Pendulous stars and the cloud of maroon
A lady with a viol croon; dances the nox
Odours of opiate from the nearing phlox
Smelt by the lethe;quaffed the nectar
Time within time,how can you alter?
Trottoir we walked to the willow garden
No more fonder merely it's nature-harden
Startled at the stillness of swinging rope
Once we wont to loll and part our hope
Yore the songs of thrushes and harebell; dreary
Scarcely I felt,I ever felt your clench so weary
Sullen brae upon the droughty day
I pass over,over the mountain way
The comply of yours was a good resting tavern-
Then of me,now merely the voided cavern
Day within day,how can you be so far?
I see you in the silvern Luna with a fare star
I woke up the owls time,in the drizzle of summers June
Dances the nox; a lady with a bassoon
Does Nox hold sway where you sit or lay,
or stand blanketed in deep fog's clime?
Where perfectly proportioned physical deformity holds
in substantive and coddled awe' sublime.
Shrouded in shot from fusil's beautiful dark pall,
far from heredity's nameless and shameless hall.
We walked as friends, along a stoney ledge
talking of women and lofty soul's reprisal'd pledge.
Wore separate clothes, to separate mothers
we cling'd,
free of our father's shadow at last.
Yet in time..
if your beliefs differ from mine
will you still call me brother?
We are so few since wreck and ruin,
should hate ever.,
take us away one another.
I'd never turn against, you have my word,
no matter the seizur'd absence of mind.
For it held strong our promised bond,
and for it,
prefer neck to the sword.
No crowning achievement in sorrows my truth,
faithful friendship strong as any belief,
more than life it's a simple us I hold to.,
for w'out us there'd be no more we.
My existence is flawed,
Bogged down by day, month, year old thoughts
I cannot stop,
My existence is flawed
Matching statistics taunt me,
But solemn truths surface
when guards pass drearily to sleep,
no more minds to keep,
Was all this worth it,
Oh the burning yearning to be free
of the wretched body
When I went insane I thought
I spoke to god,
And to them, distraught, I yelled
My existence is flawed,
Ferocious rains inside me fought,
Oh, again, to laugh away deaths embrace,
Resign myself to end of days,
As flesh and bone all surely rot,
And sirens sing the tunes of Nox,
I repeat, My existence is flawed
To this conjecture I contend,
All beauty will turn sometime,
But sunlight's rays shine
day by day,
And shadows dance
A sweet romance,
fend instead for next days brace,
Do not succumb to pale horse's race,
A small suggestion I propose,
Swap "my" with "why"
and truth arose,
Although those meander without cause,
Why, existence is flawed!
Thrown from heavens tides,
an embryonic entombment drowning in desire…
For I have seen the face of an angel,
bending realities before my despondent eyes…
Where for the beats of my hapless heart,
sending signals to your ravaging realm...
I stand before you a christened Knight,
my pulchritudinous princess of spades…
A melancholy madman marooned on distant Dunes,
as your daggers of love penetrate my pensive passion…
And thus I stare at the monolithic moon,
asking for twilight beams to chariot your embrace…
For I am lost within your nebulous perfidious presence,
and yet I wait for your return like a cataclysmic comet…
Warping my space-time and hemorrhaging heart.
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Sometimes
In the depths
Of melancholy
I sit and think
On the fact
That each year I live
Through the anniversary of my own death
And it passes
Like any
Other
Day.
Gruz gruzzed the pillet of Nox
He built a vitte for fox
Fox made a dingle
To the quess kingle
And sued Ork- a double hoax
Gruz gruzzed Copyright© Rajat kanti Chakrabarty 22 November 2014
Late in the night walking thro’ a snow filled field
Windy winter wild night, clear and cold
The moon is bright and the sun is afield
Light as day and dark as night I behold
A wondrous beauty of winter’s revealed.
There’s nothing quite like a clear winter’s night
The land is quite quiet as if in a great slumber
Over a fresh blanket of snow moon reflects light
No chirping from insects and no birds chatter
Thought of my beauty Bela, wish was here to-night
Reaching my cabin, saw a horse tied to the post
Perhaps close familiar friend has come for a visit
Oh, there was my Bela, all red and hot almost
I almost rushed to huddle around the fire to bit
The cold till the early hours of the morn engrossed.
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* Nox is the Roman Goddess of Night
Third Place
Contest: Any Poem Goes by P.D.
Avenged adult world
Fishy funny kids’ play world
The saturnine feast.
Sorcerous* Nox night
Lone places yawn hell pervades
global fun-disease
Ghosts grovel and then wolves weep
Goblins grin skeletons sway
Thus the streets savaged
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* Roman goddess of night
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Date: 28th Sept'13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: Everything Halloween by Russell Sivey
A maniac drummer
Beats through the chest
A rhythm unheard of
With which I’ve been blessed
Shots of adrenaline
Tickle the brain
Our one more chance
To go completely insane
The mind going numb
In the madness of night
In the midst of it all
There’s love at first sight
A dark, tempting flower
Blossoms black in the nox
No attention is paid
To the tock of the clock
Newborn ideas
Sprout from minds of the mad
Betwixt insane and sensible
Doors between the good and the bad
Soul and mind are demented
Inhibitions are shed
Brainsick and unhinged
Real life is dead
Impractical imprints
Unbalanced and sick
Infatuated with pain
As this time bomb ticks…
Hold the mirror to your face your the broken enemy precious is your inhabition a pathway to
your sanity delusions lead to hollow confusion a metamorphsis borderline dilemma, whats
the pleasure in a lesser evil is the comfort addictive at the seat of kings in your wildest
dreams let the lies pull you under let the wayward intentions leave you blinded it's infinite
that you carry this heavy burden as a prelude to your infamy. The rhythm of your beating
heart is soothing inspired yet still withering I've lead you into deception to the doorsteps of
the jackel himself, say your simple hymn and sacrifice your boundaries: "In muto of rebirh
ego tribuo ut thee cruentus manuum in edens nemus uindico thee quod rector thee inregnum
of lux in eve illae alveus nox noctis amen".
Now the arrival of a desolate kingdom so bleak
Felt and suppressed not able to speak
With the cold winds that blow
Beneath a paradise of sparkling clad snow
Nox has cloaked all with an attic embrace
To what was tempered on this earthly space
Hardened clay with fists of steel
Crackling rivers that slept and concealed
Howling cries of the lonesome and the scared
No place for the living to dwell unprepared
Lifeless beds of gardens fast asleep
This place not fit for man nor beast
And so a passing of time will endure and erase
To the coming of spring taking in its place
Jubilant darkness
Obscure to the eyes ,delight for some
Defining change and difference
A time of rest and sleep
Evening falls
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