I came with restless voices in my head,
And doubts that paced the borders of the room;
They named the brittle things I left unsaid,
And made the silence thicken into gloom.
Then all around me music caught its flame,
And dancers swung in circles round the floor;
Lamps softened my small and private blame,
While laughter rose—a bright, unbroken roar.
I watched the circling dancers as they turned,
Until the music entered through my feet;
The doubts I carried no longer returned,
And fell silent beneath the rolling beat.
The room swung wide; the rhythm filled the air,
Its mighty pulse outshone each private cry;
I had no thought to feed, no grief to bear,
Only stillness as dancers whirled by.
Amid the music’s storm, my spirit found its home;
I met a quiet place, and ceased to roam.
That day the sun hid its face, too ashamed
to be outshone by the light in your eyes,
the moon and stars were waiting to exhale
the magical mayhem of our romance,
defying ocean’s endless restless tides
and time’s defenseless vulgar mortal jail.
Bright sparks the beat of your enduring heart,
bright sparks mine to answer in the travail
of such joy as life stingily provides~
love is as precious as the finest art
and is the sweetest gale.
The Moon descended into my room
To thank me for leaving you
For your smile had outshone its silver glow
"It wasn't a choice," I whispered,
"But an altar, to fill our plates."
Beyond the seas, hearts long for each other.
—The Blade of Grass—
I sought no empyrean throne beyond the wheeling blue,
But found one adamantine dewdrop trembling in the grass.
It did not scintillate.
It beheld me.
Then every pinion became articulate flame;
The raven's augury, the blackbird's argent hymn,
Were borne upon one unoriginate Breath I could not name.
I watched the lion heave the primordial wind,
The lamb receive its inviolate ordinance.
Neither litigated Eternity.
Rain descended remembering firmament.
The brook relinquished its mountain,
Yet bore its genesis.
Then desolation entered.
No seraph sundered the stillness.
One mortal hand entered mine.
Its benignity outshone
The constellated treasury of heaven.
That night the firmament exhaled one eternal Breath.
The stars did not descend.
The earth ascended.
The adamantine dewdrop withdrew from the blade of grass.
Since then—
Wherever aught lives—
Or abides—
I have never again encountered a universe bereft of God.
I saw you seated by the flame,
You outshone in frame and name.
This hand for faint a line I blame,
That has not painted you too well.
I searched you in the jostling crowd.
Your being when I saw set my core aloud.
Such face as yours is not behind the Cloud
As nature still has painted you too well.
Lest I give you o’erwhelming praise,
The doubting Thomas would think me crazed.
They would not credit what my poor tongue says,
Yet well they know my tongue is not a useless Swell.
The chair sits empty, yet it breathes,
A ghost of warmth the silence weaves.
The pen lies still, its ink long dry,
But I can hear his lists nearby.
The bed is hollow, sheets grown cold,
Yet stories linger, quietly bold.
The voice is gone, the laughter hushed,
But echoes rise where time has crushed.
I miss the hand that held my own,
The anchor lost, the light outshone.
Yet every wall, each room, each space,
Still carries fragments of his face.
He is nowhere, the world is bare,
Yet everywhere, I find him there.
In memory’s weight, in sorrow’s art,
He lives unbroken in my heart.
Of all unsettling mysteries
Speechless, to be left by
What religious apparition
Or what waking vision
Has, for its love's aura outshone
Or as unearthly fair
This pleasant a tingling warmth spread?
And but mortally shed!
One evening, the stars seemed so bright.
A child thought she’d see them all night.
Along came full moon,
And then pretty soon,
It drowned out most stars with its light.
No channel skipping ..no flannel...it was so gripping…hearts melt…Pant's ripping svelte pelt and belt..stripping and whipping..the fab never drab Rishab lab..was it real..felt like I was tripping… no pipping..surreal cartwheel flipping..
Some verse about the Panto Pant curse…does traverse…like a hearse….won’t reimburse..adverse bowlers terse..things getting worse…reputations nurse…Rishab flash panache smash and grab..rehearse that ramp reverse..in his own homegrown perverse.. with only himself will converse..no fretting..go getting…record setting universe..
Now has outshone and outdone..shoves show pony Dhoni.. as the Indian man alright talisman with the gloves everybody loves with the most tons..holy moly..more three figures scores on England tours than the folklore of before..Sunny and Kohli..
Records splattered shattered..gallivanting Pant parade..cascade and cavalcade …flattered .. Rishab paddled..bowlers addled and raddled..skedaddled
Ignore any naysayer…prime sublime Pantomimes…haymaker…cocktail shaker…p**s taker…tik tok peacocker..run for fun maker…cool cat with the bat..almost indecent crimes..the Indian’s best test player and slayer of recent times..
Singing and dancing,
as the last to arrive,
he outshone his brothers
in the Jackson Five.
Moonwalking across the stage,
he was quite the fancy dancer,
but what happened to his other glove,
is a question no one can answer.
Comparing the early to his later work,
you can hear it when he sings,
Michael the 'King of Pop',
put a new complexion on things.
But in '85, with 'We Are The World',
he was dead wrong,
when he wrote the lyric
to the song,
as, from sea to shining sea,
on this globe there is much more,
than only that there north American shore.
Yet, Billie Jean (not his lover) was just a girl
who claims that he is the one,
and Bubbles brought on many troubles,
but the chimp is not his son.
They moved like dawn through shadowed years,
With quiet hands and blazing hearts,
Their dreams outshone the weight of fears,
They rewrote fate in fractured parts.
Marie lit atoms' trembling core,
Her lantern glowed through science' veil;
While Rosa sat and shook the war
Of silence—made the strong rails pale.
Malala, bright with sharpened pen,
Still sings where tyrants silence books;
Jane healed the lives of chimp and den,
With patient heart and watching looks.
Ada wove numbers into flight,
A code that danced before the light—
They rose like stars from time's deep sea,
And left a map for you and me.
Like waves on the ocean,
good ideas have fetches.
They come having travelled
vast distances and stretches.
Their past is invisible
and often unknown,
but when brought to fruition
are rarely outshone.
Fire, fire, burning bright,
weaving shadows from the night,
how did mortal man learn to
unlock the secrets within you?
From what darker, distant past
did we emerge, free at last,
once we'd learned to tame then free
thy flaming volatility?
For the magic of your light
gave us ways to fend off night,
steal back daylight, and explore
lands unseen by man before.
Fire, with your powers near,
we outshone our darkest fears
so that, in caves, we could start
making works of timeless art.
What hand or eye or mind was first
moved to quench deeper, inner thirsts;
to–with pigment, coal, or chalk–
imbue their Self upon the rock?
So, with these powers over dark,
one last thought was left to spark,
as we, through art, learned to see
our true immortality.
Sue outshone her brother Lee
He was a druggie, liar, thief, a never-do-well
Sue was an occupational therapist
a wife, a mother, an outstanding citizen
Their mother put Lee on the highest pedestal
making up fraudulent accomplishments for him
and excuses when he was popped into jail
it was always a misunderstanding
Sue kept her mouth shut at first
But when the lies and preferential treatment became unbearable
she finally said something about it
Her mother disowned her
Losing Lee and his admirer was no real loss for Sue
Today marks a milestone
Highlighting life's style shown
A classy, sophistication few women have ever known
An aura shining brightly that is all her own
No longer a child, into a woman she has grown
All the beauty, grace, & intelligence she has shown
Prepares her for the day she must stand on her own
Does she realize she will never face this world alone?
A mother's love is a strength that is written in stone
Forever, will a mother's bond remain a skipping stone
Guiding her daughter as she journeys into a world unknown
An elegant lady transcends from the childhood she has outgrown
Like a mighty Queen sitting atop her ornate throne
Anywhere is everywhere, captivating all places through which she has blown
An Angel, she rises above the challenges out of which she has flown
On a pedestal she will forever emanate radiance outshone
Destynee, an alluring beauty the world has never known
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