Plangent Poems

NOTHING MISSING, NOTHING BROKEN

NOTHING MISSING, NOTHING BROKEN 
With your head, roll out drums,
Mighty trumpets in their stead,
And like Eagles soar higher in the sky,
The skies of your mind, 

Do not crumble on vain things,
And do not hijack your fights_
From within.....
Never you nurse or nature,
Thoughts of negatives 
But like the lion, swim in positives
For the whole essence of life,
Is synonymous to dire softness.

For the Knower squeezes,
The oozing chant in her hue,
While the plangent solo dies
The strange strength of a fish,
Lies in its tender thoughts.

Make your thoughts tender,
For all is but a staged drama,
And sooner, we may leave.

As I tender to you 
This tender foliage wand;
Undress these emotions,
Negative tongues waxing 
In a pillock of confusion...

So, let’s zhuzh up our thoughts,
In this torrid and bogart spheres;
As I reverberate yet again,
Nothing missing, nothing broken.

Finally, I wave you all, shalom!

Urban Ballet: Komorebi's Dance

Beneath the city's concrete awning,
Sunlight pirouettes through the urban sprawl.
A danseuse of shadows on an asphalt stage,
Nature's pulsations thrum through it all.

Skyscrapers, leviathan bellwethers,
Forge an ersatz forest, soaring high-hearted.
Yet, within the interstices, light clandestinely seeps,
A palpitant echo of the limitless sky.

Amidst the urban hustle, a delicate interlude,
Komorebi, a tender kiss on the city's veins.
A pause in the plangent urban resonation,
Nature reclaims what the concrete constrains.

Crystal leaves and chrome branches entwine,
Casting intricate choreography on sidewalks below.
Sunlight gavottes through the narrow openings,
In the eurythmy of ebb and flow.

Candescence alights in hidden sanctuary,
Where sunbeams dance, and freedom finds liberty.
Komorebi, a serene urban ballet,
Nature handwrit in city's clamorous fray.

I Love You

I LOVE YOU

        Three  hesitant words with three syllable trembled 
        Seven heavens stepped on sublime soul feeling divine.
        Single dormant desire dazzled drowned, drenched.
        One momentary emotive urge whirled in vibrant vortex
         piercing placid plangent pearly pristine passion.

         The sweetest sentence of life  to listen or to speak came up:
          ' I love you'.

  
  04/01/22

        First Place
  Contest by Brian Strand

Re edited on 08/22/22

The meaning of Love
                                      Second place 

Contest by Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Going Home

Going home

He had come back different, or maybe he had never really come back at all. 
It had changed him; now eyes withdrawn, furtive,
Looking out into someplace, somewhere within his own mind.

Even in sleep, never really at ease.
Twitchy with dreams and mumbled words.
Sometimes awakened, sitting but not really there.

Worsening as time unfolded,
Gripped in the mind and body, 
Abetted by liquor and chemicals. 
Counselors seen for the edginess, irritability, bad dreams.

The distances from family widened,
First gradual withdrawal, then full retreat.
No answers, only tears and anger.

Until now laid to rest.  

David Holmes 
March 5, 2021

A drizzly wind-swept day atop a hill;
The white markers with chiseled family names and dates to then surround him.

As they gathered in the wind,
The mournful plangent sound
Of the piper in kilt swept over them,
Bringing rest, bringing closure.





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911 Carousel

911 Carousel
by Michael R. Burch

“And what rough beast ... slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?”—W. B. Yeats

They laugh and do not comprehend, nor ask
which way the wind is blowing, no, nor why
the reeling azure fixture of the sky
grows pale with ash, and whispers “Holocaust.”

They think to seize the ring, life’s tinfoil prize,
and, breathless with endeavor, shriek aloud.
The voice of terror thunders from a cloud
that darkens over children adult-wise,

far less inclined to error, when a step
in any wrong direction is to fall
a JDAM short of heaven. Decoys call,
their voices plangent, honking to be shot ...

Here, childish dreams and nightmares whirl, collide,
as East and West, on slouching beasts, they ride.

Published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea, Mindful of Poetry, Gostinaya and Scholasticus/Fullosia Press. Keywords/Tags: 911, war, violence, children, visionary, surreal, power, retribution, twin towers, terror, terrorism, east, west, dream, dreams, nightmares, error

Lute

Lute

Curved, inviting, light,
it has the look of antique ships,
a galleon bulge of straight-grained woods.
Fretful cat-gut cords
coiled taut by silver screws
above the calibrated neck
conceal a thousand foot-pound pirouette.
Child of Sirocco and Spain,
veils, fans, brocade, and lace,
olive, vine, and orange surprise,
its plangent sound irrigates the moonlit air
peeks through black-eyed jalousies.
Dowland, Cutting and our solid Bach
crocheted arabesques of tuneful notes
like pearls, rubies, emerald stones,
to pluck or tease from that dark pupil
a winking smile of treble Sun.

Reverberant Voice

R-ealize the reverberant voice 
O-f the preacher of the gospel; 
L-isten to the words of wisdom, 
A-s he expounds very well. 
N-ever ignore the reverberant voice that speaks about holy word; 
D-on't turn a deaf ear to the truth that must be heard. 

P-ay attention to the reverberant voice, 
I-t talks about gaining salvation; 
N-ever turn a blind eye, 
G-aze with a firm conviction. 
O-n the twenty-first of January, let your heart and soul rejoice; 
L-ife eternal is clearly taught by plangent and reverberant voice.

The Denouement

My heart weakened by its innumerable years 
continues to flutter its plangent beats. An 
ancient maple tree, its leafless naked branches calls 
for me to rest beside its protective scaly bosom, 
for it sees a messenger perched upon my shoulder.

I feel its pulsing inner core gently whispering of things forgotten. My tortured troubled intellect fails to comprehend the language of its quintessence. 
My shriveled breast listens and its fundamental 
makeup comprehends its declaim.

The benevolent and hospitable giant with invisible
web feet bids me to become part of its composition. 
My inner self understands its venerable message for 
it whimpers like a malnourished neglected infant 
waiting impatiently to suckle its mother.

Oh! If only I could creep into its nucleus and curl up 
in a fetal position to expiate my sins while transmuting 
my nonspiritual body into it’s vibrant sap and feed its 
vascular cambium system so that my essence can once again Return to its natural state.

Ode To Virginia

...for Virginia Woolf


Seashells hiss her mystery, 
leaves and flowers whisper 
her humanity; lambent lines 
of plangent wisdom, stories 
of loneliness coated with love
and compassion, poetic 
and rich in description.
Shackled in a masculine 
environment, a room of her own 
to create her ineffable prose, 
a well-spring of joys and regrets.

A secluded stream disposed of her, 
weighted and swirled where indifference 
would no longer vex her to heaven 
that welcomed her shimmering soul,
unsored by an unfriendly world.

A Cherry Tree Litany

I feel the warmth of early morning sun.
The blackbird, singing in the cherry tree
Entrances all with matins just begun –
Ethereal plainchant, plangent melody.

The snow-white blossom hides a darkling bird
From eyes that would discern this source of joy.
Though nothing’s seen, his heartfelt song is heard,
His mate to charm; his rivals to annoy.

Charmer of worms, I see your yellow beak
Now opening to disgorge divine enchantment
To humans, who the charms of Nature seek,
In troubled times, for solace and contentment.

Your pastoral serenade surrounds me all day long;
The sun is sinking fast, and so, to evensong.

De Profundis

What can we pretend
Or how do we react
When  betrayal fails a friend?

Those twin imposters look nuclear
To wreck any pact
And so we let slip the dogs of war.

Yet there is strife
In winning or in loss
What matters in life 
Is much more than such dross

But pain,our plangent pain
Reverberates with raucous roars
When fast fading gain
erupts in Joblike sores.

Year of Remembrance

21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down
there goes my day youth:
tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony.
! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery why thou you follow plangent of life, a blessing, nemesis
how would i change my destiny with time, in the day of death, friend goes away when am i
ready for the next bosom war of heart, that fall fragile without no nature to pick it up.
dear poltergeistics, nonreciprocal spouse forgive my sermon impediment am a mouse.
am like a rain which fall on people plant, for more manure.............
am like a sun who shine in human, head hat....................
am like a dream thy woke up and edifice is future............
'I can feel my ticker beating, like a drum, when am sad people are like a solace to me
thou blithe of earth thy full of sorrow, tergiversate, but people try to termagant, thy way of
tilting to the face of the earth.
'I can hear the tinnitus from the Island, for thou not judge me by my sombre, cause i need a
smidgen rain to dwell my feelings.

Year of Remembrance

21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down
there goes my day youth:
tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony.
! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery why thou you follow plangent of life, a blessing, nemesis
how would i change my destiny with time, in the day of death, friend goes away when am i
ready for the next bosom war of heart, that fall fragile without no nature to pick it up.
dear poltergeistics, nonreciprocal spouse forgive my sermon impediment am a mouse.
am like a rain which fall on people plant, for more manure.............
am like a sun who shine in human, head hat....................
am like a dream thy woke up and edifice is future............
'I can feel my ticker beating, like a drum, when am sad people are like a solace to me
thou blithe of earth thy full of sorrow, tergiversate, but people try to termagant, thy way of
tilting to the face of the earth.
'I can hear the tinnitus from the Island, for thou not judge me by my sombre, cause i need a
smidgen rain to dwell my feelings.

Raindrops Falling 1

Raindrops falling

Haven’t seen the morning paper yet
Here are the raindrops
One, two, three..
The headlines must be…
Floods in Mumbai

Don’t go away
Listen to the voices

One, two, three…
Song of the protean wayfarer
Dance of the gypsies
Prancing sluices

Dont go away
Here goes the plangent fiddle too


What a way to water the day..


By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair

Ode To Virginia

...for Virginia Woolf


Seashells hiss her mystery, leaves 
and flowers whisper her humanity, 
lambent lines of plangent wisdom, stories 
of charity coated with love and compassion, 
poetic and rich in description.

Shackled in a masculine environment, 
a room of her own 
to create her ineffable prose, 
a well-spring of joys and regrets.

A secluded stream disposed of her, 
weighted and swirled where detachment 
would no longer vex her, to heaven 
that welcomed her shimmering soul,
unsoured by an unfriendly world.

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