From behind velvet,
curtains drawn,
I peer with,
a glowing faculty,
of sentient,
embryonic paradox,
at entranced,
visual vine creeper,
that tiptoe cagey,
post dawn revealed,
picturesque glimpses,
stickler for the blind,
who treat with,
scorn dumbfound,
paradisal plinths,
metaphors for,
mountain tower apex,
or ground level placard,
to undulating urban,
tracts lavish,
where cerulean sky,
and town gossamer
mesh
Written: October 04, 2023
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In the tranquil aura of a tropical clime
An idyllic scene, serene, pacific, sublime,
As paradisal souls basked in gold auspicious.
In peace, placid, prosperous, and prodigious.
There stands a sedate, an ethereal being.
It's a serene, glad coping; the knot is untying.
Gone are the times of delightful harmony.
She strolled rather softly, wanting to be.
In the tranquility of unruffled days.
She is peaceful and reserved in her ways.
She soothed the serenity of quiet.
Peace is serene in her finest climate.
Quietly, she led over life's hush path,
Lulled by the calm and restful aftermath,
Sedate and quiescent, she remained.
Silent and unshaken, quiet is sustained.
As a dove, she let peace bear hold.
Bringing a letup to the unrest untold.
In her pacific nature, she found solace.
Silence her weapon, her soother promise.
Beyond boundaries, beyond humdrum of human race,
Beyond provinces mundane, among mysteries of space,
There is a realm of thriving wonderment, an idyllic place,
A place of peace and goodwill, hosting heavenly grace,
Where pavements glittering gold beautify every street
Surrounding ornate, walled, mega-mansions of elite,
Where people garbed in fabled attire gather and greet
Grooving to exotic melodies, extolling tempo upbeat,
Echoing sounds of mirth celebrating Shangri-La aglow
Reveling on prairies and streams, glinting angelic glow,
On pristine banks of paradise where rivers of elixir flow
Blossoming beauty of Eden, gardens utopian bestow.
There we meet, relishing dreams, musing in our fairy-tale,
Beyond drudgery, beyond worries, beyond mortal pain,
Lauding courtesies of nirvana fantasies mythical unveil
Elated in enchantment of exhilarating, paradisal domain,
Ecstatic of your fervid stance, inviting fervor of romance,
Caressing embrace of love holding me close to your heart
Proffering gestures esoteric in seductive tease of glance
Synchronizing beats-melodic, passions euphoric impart.
paradisal
unity
in a
circular
round dance
faraway
looks
in
metamorphosis
of
illusion
of the
ephemeral
stilled
in a pictorial
cosmos
of tranquil enjoyment
naturalistic
sincere
authentic
idyll
from
an incessant quest
for
artistic
synthesis
of
indivisible
fleeting
sensations
Angelic Notes in the Rain
Heavenly harps in the rain, as melodic minstrels cascade
Vibrations cast away the pain, as the air rings in their aid
Symphonic strings sustain, for they do wash away our sins
We celebrate and attain, for the harp’s healing thus begins
Each note a soothing sage, washing away our fabled fear
For we break away the cage and hold on to what is dear
The rumbling rain has set the stage, for now, we are in tune
As we turn the paradisal page, in this joyous month of June.
June.13.2018
Angels In The Rain
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Placed 2'nd
Light of Heaven
~~~
Oh light of heaven, lifting light of mine
In early seven, I felt your salient shine
Thru windows pane, and morning mist
Within love of radiant reign, you did exist
~~~
Surrounding showers with luminescence
Admits paradisal powers until adolescence
Lyrical living light of magical morning sun
With squinting eyesight, thy will was done
~~~
Now the present day I wait for your return
Old and grey my heart will always yearn.
April.22.2018
AN EARLY CHILDHOOD MEMORY
ANY RHYME FORM
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My soul surrenders and soars like the elegant eagle
As my mind melds of the wolves wildly witted
Experiencing mother earth thru the eye of the needle
Frolicking forests as is perceptually permitted
The eagle explores over the running raging river
Thru eagle eyes I see the rivers enchanted edge
The wolf watches his prey who quizzically quiver
For both partake in a platonic paradisal pledge
I hunger like the wandering wolf and patiently wait
And the eagle takes me to far off landscape lands
For thus I use my written words as bantering bait
Thru poetic pacification my mind masterly expands
Of the watchful wolf and the elegant eagle
Admiring art perched on the artist’s easel.
June.07.2017
SPIRIT GUIDES - Contest
Sponsored by: White Wolf
Nearby, drained, workaday faces pass by:
Working people with working class woe:
Faces bent in suffering, near hopelessness, made indiscriminate rue.
But turn on the car radio as the people pass by within earshot:
Music escaping from the radio,
Like the paradisal bird escaping from the
Proverbial gilded cage:
The otherworldly, mesmerisingly liberating rock, blues, jazz, and
Poetry of the Doors;
The antic, agonized meditations and harmonies, the unfettered idealism and
Humanity, the driving, rocking rhythm of the songs of John Lennon;
The rustic, soaring harmonies, the heartfelt, universal humanity of the
"Cosmic American Music" of LA "rhinestone cowboy" Gram Parsons:
Working class faces passing by, suddenly smiling, happy looking for
The first time that day, Spirit enduring, Victory assured.
Never to such lofty order have I treasured company.
Yet the promise of your presence grants a peace so true to me.
I wonder if you’re conscious of the medicine you bring.
My wounded form is desperate to hear you laugh and sing.
The thought of you is greater than the confines of my mind.
The sight of you is perilous, yet I don’t wish to be blind.
A vortex is my waking, shrinking to a single place—
a paradisal scene that pales before your lovely face.
Ah! What are you doing? Perhaps you cannot know!
If this is but your shadow, how can I face the glow?
O dear, I cannot stop it. Your might leaves me no choice.
Am I commanded actively? No words ... where is your voice?
Regardless, how can I resist? Ne’er shall I be blue,
for I drink deep of happiness when’er I dream of you.
9 May 2016
Softly beckoning chirps decorate the air
While love birds spin in romantic dizzies
Careless directions, being lost without a care
All maps lead to the heart of the matter
Wakening streams cry over a beauteous spring
Water itself contributes for the love of flowers
With boldness and buoyancy each petal sings
Lighthearted laughter for an allergenic sneeze
The paradisal green hills hold a floral formation
A sign of dynamic beginnings sprouting forth
Wandering peaceful trails where women get warm sensations
She reads the message while he gets on bended knee
Jovial and gallant he carries his princess down the living hills,
To the birds of before who hark, themselves, for a second
then bursting into chorus with voices bigger than their fill
A miracle of function since their hearts have been swept away
2/21/13
It lurks there, fitfully
around the corner of my mind
and will not show its face
like an April thunderfront, and
scarce aware that winter slipped away
a week ago behind a cloud of consciousness,
reluctantly occludes the air with nebulosity,
a shy Olympus in denial.
It moves within my chest, a void
creating sleep, denying it
as some sardonic phantom torture
just outside the room...
the stillness its ally...
the calm a faithless sanctuary,
death delayed as if my very breath were there
to test a faith that I no longer own.
What kind of ghost reality
will mock its own existence...
claim its victim with an objectivity
in doubt...a phantom court
without a charge to read,
a plaintiff unidentified?
Indeed, what kind of God
could graciously endow
his Adam in a garden home
so redolent with unseen sin
diffused before his unborn eyes?
I do not know. For though millenia
have passed, I'm only of hominidae,
my blueprint is not finished and
my paradisal masterwork
amorphous, cold beneath my touch,
and still.
~
When I chance to meet the lifeless streets
The darkness brightens my individuality,
With the weeping breeze that passes over
The onliness ceases my verity.
I come to know myself as a shipwrecked survivor
The illusionism forebodes my ingenuity,
Being with the eluded moonlit that hide behind
The secrecy revives my divinity.
Thence I ensure the crowd in the celestial sky
The brightness condemns my dignity,
With the drifting clouds pouring out
The anomy confines my integrity.
I see myself as a blamed mortal
The paradisal itinerary fated my sole entity,
Being with the pursuit of quiescence
The holy trinity pursued my purity.
Now when I chance to meet the crowded street
The resurgence evinced my immortality,
Being with the gracing rays of the day
The nascence bestowed my inhumanity.
Thence I ensure the lifeless streets in tartarean land
The grievance demoed my tolerability,
Being with the inherent demesne
The eternity unveiled my anxiety.
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