A period of youthful vim ferments
as coruscating golden flecks in eyes
that mesmerise and tantalise, give rise
to secrets in my breast to stir, foment.
The xanthous tresses that cascade torment.
My eager and impressionable sighs
that echo every pirouette and pliés,
a fleeting intercession of lament.
A maverick when it comes to amour
and quintessentially a rakish cad.
Unrequited love longstanding rancour,
but finally become your paramour.
An enigmatic smile ever so sad;
your broken heart I gladly give succour.
How coolly expressed inability
to continue our business relation;
simple reason to avoid frustration
at latter day feeling futility;
Now you're questioning my ability
to stay as your partner; accusation
route adopted by you for negation.
Forcing to doubt your credibility.
But, still you're dealing in a selfish way
giving least importance to business need;
Being carried away with too much greed,
Restrain yourself, don't fall in their trap, they
will speak all good words to hide their misdeed.
Never expected I've to face this day.
~X~
Will nature survive pollution?
There is every chance that it will,
thinking, will it, makes me feel ill!
Humans do have the solution,
and should make the resolution,
Now, no hesitation don't dill,
or dally, for it will sure kill!
If some life survives, elation!
Spring, procreation, lifes' last chance!
However, there has to be both,
flora and fauna, to enhance!
Spring knows this chance, a last romance!
It has sworn natures only oath,
Survival Of The Fittest, dance!
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3/10/18
Petrarchan Sonnet - Poetry Contest sponsored Craig Cornish
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I write all my poetry by the rules!
All verse have rules, for some sort of reason?
Although bending them will not be treason!
Even so, some poets act, well, like fools,
being sucked down by large, waiting, whirpools'.
Let there be no doubt at all, use paeon,
pentameter of a Greek creation.
Indeed poets have literary tools.
Whatever the case, my words, me, exposed.
Emotions, often guided by my muse.
Indeed with her help, my words are composed,
our bond surely out of our thoughts arose.
All similar, thoughts, we did not confuse.
Inspired by nature now, my muse, deposed!
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To see you flash a smile to blush
Small twinkle in your eyes of green
I look and want for that scene
Watching from my hidden brush
I think I might have a crush
My heart overflows and teems
Can this lust ever be weaned
I settle on your desk like dust
An inkling you must have old friend
I’ve seen the way you stare
I’m trying to look back at you
Reciprocate what you send
Glancing back, am I that fair
Pasdiin is always a dare.
softly swift, along in threes,
battalions fierce, would grind the wind.
the grandeur of glory great,
could savour each victory's fate.
arrayed in lines, for wars cut,
soldiers set in uniforms.
adorned and armed to their teeth,
with gloved up hands, booted feet.
Marching Seasons, the war times,
a great army, with more behind.
trembling earth, meek fields of war,
nature humbled, nature blurred
by armies great, who rivers dry,
and wield emblems; glorified.
Another Petrarchan Sonnet
Picture Perfect
Petrarchan Sonnet: If no one else breathed in this wide, wide world
If no one else breathed in this wide, wide world
Will one know one exists under this sun
Or how will he guess he’s the only one
If none thought of him in some other world
Will he then climb upon some hill all bold
To announce: Where is there another son
Not just the wayward scowling wind undone
By thunder – great tyrant out to scold
Alone bears this man the pain of mankind
Left to look for answers in porous sky
None else around to guide his erring hand
If he but an instant shut his lone mind
Even an attosecond long gone by
Will earth and sky stay true not second hand.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
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