Unsatiable an ode to my harmony
quenching mundane in simplicity
light and shadow overshadowing forecasters to me
lighthearted, unmindful, a gentle breeze in subtlety
Daylong awaits I long alone lingering only for a chime
Whence omniscience harbinger of altruism
reasons to be
pristine in me
until then pulcher bits and beauty flying over the mundane me
yonder to ponder a journey due for the impeccable time in glum and glee
A splendor, a dew, a timelessness early droplet, an everlasting cosmology
in my patsy to see, to be, to sing in harmony!
Composition : 1912
Place : Shilaidaha
old pals mask the shock of new from view
future proofing what could emerge
from the veiled periphery
in eye's neutral corner
waiting for the ref
to call 'You're out!'
before bell
rings next
round,
'Times
Up'
the past casts doom
to overshadow the new
When the night
Clouds out of sight
Evil goes off thought
But at heart do persist
When the moon
Announces it soon
It becomes a boon
Joy to the goon
When the acts are local
It resist every being vocal
And design the land's dry miracle
To play games so satirical
With the joy of money
Immoral becomes honey
Causes many mourning
Tagged forewarning
With every visible injuries on joints
Gut got them crazy points
Even if Malignancies swallow Microsoft
They won't excel in theft
One seems powerful than others
Of the three units
Overshadowing with tactful conceits
To comfort others at the backseats
Wake from your slumber
Wake and take the pains no further
ICONOGRAPHY
contemporary
features
transformed
IN OSTENTATION
resemble
extravagant
flirtatious
SIMULARITIES
overshadowing
symbolic
notions
A new sun has arisen in the dawning literary sky,
the poetry horizon is illumined by the flash of Ai.
Novel ideas and stylistic stimulation the poets get
from metaphoric spectrum of the sun that doesn’t set.
Experimenting with different poetic forms Ai is free
to motivate new perceptions for innovative poetry.
Choosing Ai as creative collaborator poets may flock
when they need help to overcome the writer’s block.
The delicate domain of human emotions in Ai is hollow,
making its structured poems seem artificial and shallow.
Devoid of life skills it lacks human feelings in the core.
So, the artistic depth of passion its essence can’t explore.
Ai poems may replicate the existing ones with dexterity,
inviting queries about plagiarism and originality.
The poems of heart run the risk of being undermined
by Ai, overshadowing the lively reflection of the human mind.
Conversation With Relatives
Today, I feel an intense resolve. About two years ago, family members frequently shared news of someone's passing—whether it was from the village or someone I had once known. During those conversations, I would tense up and firmly request that they refrain from calling with bad news.
Death is a constant reminder, glaring at us from our calendars.
I recall a time when my neighbor had called to inform me that someone was outside my door, dressed in black, was banging on it.
My immediate thought was that the Angel of Death was seeking me out. In these pandemic days, he is everywhere, like an Amazon Prime van overshadowing UPS trucks.
While the world faces shutdowns, some individuals refuse to take it seriously.
They blatantly reject the vaccines, either out of selfishness or fear of death. It's essential to acknowledge that death will claim us all; poets write about it because they express truths that other forms of communication often miss.
As Lao Tzu stated, "A man with outward courage dares to die; a man with inner courage dares to live."
My mantra today is to seize each moment and live every day as if it's my last.
A shining example, when shattering insight becomes deleterious
Mindless, yet finds itself turned out inside; all along mysterious,
I paused, reflecting; seeing past times, versions of delirious,
Roaming across unfrozen ice, I can't take the vision so serious.
Relevant; for it shows pains that resemble being a human Cereus
Overshadowing, my most lonely introspective moment of Sirius
Realizing sadness by finding it powerless; internal happiness is propitious
the tall redwood trees
burnt, carved, hollowed for shelter
still green & standing tall
like a redwood tree
I feel tormented and saddened
ignoring hardships
standing here for centuries
sharing calm & serenity
wish I could be like a redwood grove aged with wisdom
I feel like a giant overshadowing my misfortunes
sharing my thoughts and giving peace and happiness to all in world
(A combination of haiku, tanka and sijo)
I wish to be reborn
of the body, you are tormented with anger today
from your spectacular misfortunes
in the infinite stone
you fight with yourself
with mirrors that smile sarcastically
you smile tenderly
invent the mornings
I must be a little above
ignore the sheets
you are overshadowing me in your fierce longing
at night
grow under my heart
over the breasts that seem
from different hemispheres
you reunite it-
This is how the Universe appeared.
A movie about horror
Characters playing with mirror
Reflecting images of furor
Dissecting with knives of terror
Villains of phantasm
Heels of sarcasm
Viewers of spasm
Breaking apart like chasm
Stories of apparition
Product of man's illusion
Overshadowing people's intuition
Instinct over perception
Curtains of cinema, wide open and free
Watchers of stigma, cold hands on knee
Lesson of the story, mind over body
Shadows of mystery, glimpse of artistry
Hell has opened its mouth and spit forth Apollyon.
A brutal beast wrapped in a cloak of deceit.
A grandiose idealist with evil intention.
A reaper of racism.
A shameless rapist of intellectually rigid minds.
An artful ruler of schism.
He lives out loud in his want for a reign of vicious fascism.
Overshadowing the union of a pleading Nation.
The world is ablaze with fear of his reigning anarchy.
There are dawdling tongues and lament songs for abdication.
The faithful lift their faces to heaven and pray for intervention.
The liberals protest against social and economical injustice.
A group of withering supplication to the heartless.
His world is anchored on filth and ruthlessness.
Like many, I live my substandard life under a thunderous cloud.
Stiff back, head high, strong resistant, and proud.
copyright 2017
Looking At the Light From The Bottom Of The Lake.
Copyright 2017
March 6, 2017 Looking At the Light From The Bottom Of The Lake
Silence of niche in the wilderness
scenery catches the eye glands
Underneath the sands is the richness
of an oasis within the dried lands.
Beauty overshadowing an arid land,
a living soil encapsulated in Thy hand.
I Am with you!
Yes I exits
But nobody can see?
As I am staying in your brain.
I am really enjoying there,
Giving you a lot of hidden pain.
You want to release from me,
But nobody is listening you.
As the day passes,
I am overshadowing your brain.
Making you happy other time sad,
For sake of my identity I m losing yours.
You being lost impenetrable,
Asking for help in silent.
As you are useless, society passes by you,
I think I am about to win.
Called by suffering from mental issues,
Now they finally see my existence.
But its too late,
As, I m staying in other one.
A striking canvass of the night sky.
Wept as the moon shone brightly.
The mistiness provides a sense of calm.
An upheaval arose amid the silence.
Smooth orbs droop toward us.
Such a fight about shiny wonts.
Overshadowing the area of view.
This brief pause was quickly ended.
As the moon and stars fade.
Night softens the shadows.
Sweet loving states glow zealously.
Tonight the darlings emerge.
Filling hearts with unwavering trust.
This evening, a higher smile.
Reminds us to trust affection.
1St PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: March 30, 2022
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
A BRIAN STRAND STANDARD Poetry Contest
A gray cloud hangs ominously
On the horizon, overshadowing
The last golden rays of the sun.
Below, Damocles waits;
The sword hangs by a hair!
In a great white building
Men and women squabble -
Moving chess pieces to
Make decisions that affect
Crises of lives and livelihoods,
One-upmanship the game of the day.
Meanwhile the black cloud grows,
And thunder begins to rumble.
Lightning flashes in the cloud.
A man comes out of the building -
Waving and crying triumphantly,
“We got what we wanted!”
And the thunder rolls, and brilliant
Bolts of lightning strike the ground.
The rains come, and the winds whip,
Tearing the shelter from those
Flinching helpless, beneath.
Jobs vanish; the sick have no succor.
Wall Street flails from the
Shock waves of decisions forged
At the last possible minute
By the heedless powers that be.
Reverberations circle the globe,
Shaking the foundations
Of our integrity and credibility.
In the terrible ensuing storm,
Hopes for the future are dashed,
And Damocles is truly lost,
For the sword has fallen!
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