A lazy eventide Sitka Sunset
Where the invisible stairway to heaven
Splashes a touch of oil paint on deep blues
As I watch Helios blend radiant commands
How many more Alaskan sunsets must one perform?
Purple psychedelic hues
Greets lucid pink flowing into valleys of honey
Performing a mirrored solo masterpiece on the lake
Streaming rapturous sounds of richness
From stratospheric multi-coloured basslines
Hues so dense, one could cut into fine strips
Meets with standing ovation
As mere mortals gaze high from their amphitheatres
Mouthing the sweet syrup that pours from my haze
Succulent tongue burning coolness
Like an overused plectrum
Encased within Aurora’s twang of fusion
An instrument without strings
The Goddess whose aura never sets
I, should ask for a raise
29/05/23
Hate,
Separating the offence from the person
6-14-2016
Hate is not something that we bring into life,
But it cuts others deeply as a finely honed knife.
Where does hate fall in your life’s Spectrum,
Sometimes’ it’s veiled as thinly as a plectrum,
It touches each soul somewhere along the way,
And is exposed by our look or something we say.
Hate must be separated, offence from the person,
When we tolerate hate it festers and will worsen.
What color is hate, can you hear it, or touch?
When disparaging others, reputations, we smutch.
A skin color, a lifestyle, or divergent persuasions,
From heart it flows freely not only on occasions.
Our hate for one another divides all worldly nations,
Forgetting that we’re each, one of God’s creations;
Gently strum my heartstrings,
So I can produce the melody.
The kind that softens the heart,
The melody that awakens the soul,
That which sets us on fire,
A tingly fire that makes the heart race calmly.
Gently strum my heartstrings,
So I can produce the melody.
As you sweep the plectrum sleekly,
In motions that appease the strings,
With an ardent frequency sweep,
We shall brew a lovely crescendo.
Gently strum my heartstrings,
So I can produce the melody.
Just like the ocean tides rise and fall,
So shall be our intervals tempo,
Each time producing acoustic harmony,
That triggers the explosive expression of humanity.
Gently strum my heartstrings,
So I can produce the melody.
The wind blew her locks, as she stared down the road.
Sending my beats in commotion, there she stood.
Her lovely sight gazing at the sparrow chirping beside.
How I wish, I could be a shade to let her frown fade.
Her laughter brightening the falling sands of my day.
Glowing as a dream, one that could make me sleep all life.
Chilling my soul amidst the warmth of Indian summer.
Fragrant as the lilies of eden, there she stood.
My conscience searches my soul, as I move forward.
Determined to speak my heart, loud as thunders in East bay.
Shaking in the tranquility of love, mesmerised in charms.
She paced forwards as I froze with dread of a loss.
Wondering of the tale, venerance felt for those lively eyes.
The zittern in me played loud, as plectrum paced gracefully.
No cupid with redolent lores on darts and the dream broke.
I stood at the altar of shattered hopes.. Next night as i dozed
There she stood..
Tarkay lids of merlass
Royal purple hue
Smooth glass surface
Sea of gemstone blue
~
Siren sisters taunt the sailors
Weaving in and out of looms
Seductive creatures with lyres
Luring the lustful to their tombs
They didn’t heed the gentle merlass
The whispers of the foamy sea
Their greedy eyes now single minded
Caught in a seaweed net - not free
Courageously the merlass tries to cut the ties
Siren sisters just increase their blinding noise
A plectrum choir captures lolling tongues
Ahoy sailors! They're no longer men - but boys
Mild merlass looks away from the frenetic fish
Her wild rose eyes notice a face, sweet as a kiss
One who's not succumbed to the scum of the sea
Like an ear to a clamshell, her heart pounds out bliss
~
Tarkay lids of merlass
Royal purple hue
Smooth glass surface
Sea of gemstone blue
4/21/2017
9th place/Premier contest
Poems Written in April Poetry Contest (not for contest)
An angel walks the earth
Where mortal sinners
Gave a nation birth
An angel of elaborate plume
Once called Bird of Paradise
Still unsurpassed in tune
Its plectrum plucks the lyre
With an unmatched grace
And such a boundless repertoire
As to flush Apollo's face
It unfurls into song anything it's heard
Meet the maestro angel, Australia's Lyrebird
17.03.26
Rapture when it voice embraces mine
Encapsulates the beauty of each sound
So clearly describes my mood all time
Makes me traverse the world round
The notes adapt so easily to emotions
Like a mother’s love without imitation
Strength of strings vary to give notions
Like a blessing coming from heaven
Bridges and pegs modify for happiness
A best friend guiding my soul forever
Taking away all thoughts of sadness
Satisfying the loneliness if I feel ever
True companion of hot summery days
Turns winter nights beautiful with tune
Plectrum strikes to giving joyous space
Renders ecstatic smile not easily swoon
Relives each time when the chords play
Like a child resuscitates a fading heart
Inspires to move ahead whatever may
Music creates an ambiance to re-start
Lost in busy life gives a worthy break
Spending time with whole self and self
Gives the desired while takes away fake
A Companion my life just waits to delve
Name: Sneha Agarwal
Contest Name: Sound madness
Instrument Name: Guitar
Plectrum
By Nathan Hannen
My sides hurt, And my teeth erode
I am struck and slid, My duty to explode
For a rhythm of power, And pain, Implode
If life is a tune, I am the beat
Expire too soon, When the crowd leave
The End.
There are so many sounds
That are enjoyed by so many
But the sounds i love most
Are by plectrum or penny
Lindsey Buckingham playing "Go Your Own Way"
Even Joe Perry makes "Walk This Way" say
Eric Clapton and his solo on "Cocaine"
Don Felder with "Hotel California" listening time and time again
Peter Green strumming "Man Of The World"
David Gilmour and Pink Floyd's "Time" the best i have ever heard
Jimi Hendrix with the amazing "Hey Joe"
Alex Lifeson axing "Working Man" in Toronto flow
Pete Townsend from the Who "Won't Get Fooled Again"
Neil Young and his anthem "Like A Hurricane"
George Harrison delights with "Here Comes The Sun"
Kerry Livgren from Kansas state "Carry on Wayward Son"
Tom Scholz of Boston with their "A Man I'll Never Be"
Jimmy Page from Led Zeppelin as their "Whole Lotta Love" riffs free
Neal Schon on a Journey "Who's Crying Now"
Nancy Wilson Seattle's Heart "Crazy On You" wows
The sounds you read above, are just my ones of many
Whether they are played by a plectrum, or played by a penny
I did mention above, that i loved Pink Floyd's "Time"
But second to it, is Slash's "Sweet Child of Mine"
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