If we can only smell the soul,
will it then smell like the rose?
in gentle aroma of passing breeze,
in morning fresh dew-swept air?
can we at birth of a little one,
breathe-in essence of his deeper self,
past the innocence of his smile,
can we see a universe entire?
do roses then live a spiritual life,
and speak with god with incense deep?
in their brief life on earth, is scent,
a language to reach other souls?
many flowers wither and fall,
like us in this garden of life.
while we talk of souls we do not see,
the rose has a soul that we can smell.
that is perhaps the reason why,
we leave roses at a departed’s grave,
so we can speak soul to soul,
through the aroma of their mystic self.
million roses I would plant to
honour millions who lived and died,
if only we could smell their souls,
loving memories would smell as sweet.
Categories:
premier, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
I shall read you a poem in my drunken state,
if my speech is slurred, forgive me mate,
it is a cocktail of rum, vodka and cognac,
if boss finds out I will surely get the sack!
so am i drinking at work? you may ask,
yes, my mate, from my steel thermos flask,
I bring in to work each morning with me,
everyone thinks it is my Yorkshire tea,
but I need a bit more to help me work here,
we haven’t had a pay rise in full ten years,
I sit around and look busy at work all day,
but just do enough to justify my pay,
boss is a bully who always gets the praise,
when company makes profit, he gets a raise,
all our hard work, and boss gets the cream,
morale is pretty low in the whole office team!
today unfortunately i have had too many,
i meant to kiss Isabel, but I kissed old Danny!
I am sitting stiff in my chair, so I do not fall off,
beginning to see double, now and then laugh!
friends around me know what I am up to,
if boss walks in I will rush to the loo!
Meanwhile my mate, I read you this verse,
if you like it, then raise your glass! Cheers!
Categories:
premier, drink, giggle,
Form: Rhyme
The songs I sang in my lives before,
still I hear sometimes in my dreams,
the silence I know from times past,
had voices that once spoke to my soul,
the tears are memories that rain through,
but the sadness they were shed for is long gone,
I am an existence on the merit of
this moment’s breath, and the next and
next till it stops. Who am I to ask for my past,
or barter the present for an unknown future?
I know I am the same as you
and you are the same as the other one
and so on!
that distant star is our cousin and many
such cousins of star dusts that surround us.
no one heard the first blast of creation
nor the silence that was before…
our absolute reality is that we are all
part of the same, and more we think
ourselves different and apart,
farther the truth gets away from us.
I always was, I always will be,
and my existence as this body is a whim of nature,
and I want no ownership of it!
let not ignorance tether me to this body.
when I become one with all,
I am eternity.
Categories:
premier, blessing, confidence, fantasy, lost,
Form: Free verse
The darkness of October 31st night will be here
A creepy figure afloat on gloom will appear
In the hooded head a musk on the face will adhere
Find a black cat walking on the deserted road near
It won’t see in the man’s open mouth teeth of spear
And his stony cold eyes like those of hers will sneer
From the face of dread of Dracula, the Count cavalier
Who will softly knock on a grey door he’ll see clear
Through the descending stardust veneer.
A flitting figure will then appear to swiftly veer
Hold his stretched hands and say Hallo Dear
The Count will meet the vampire as his peer
The silhouettes will dance as sprites with hearty cheer
Until the fancy costumes they will finally tear
At the end of Halloween night’s living show premier.
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October 30, 2022
Rhyme checked with RhymeZone.com
Contest : Halloween
Sponsored by : Emile Pinet/center>
Categories:
premier, halloween, night,
Form: Monorhyme
The night of October thirty first will be here
A cloaked figure in squally wind will appear
The head hooded, a musk the face will wear
A black cat will cross the deserted road near
Won’t see the man’s canine teeth like spear
And his eyes like hers, stone cold that sneer
Dug in the face of Dracula, the Count cavalier
Who will knock on a white door seen clear
Through the diaphanous moonshine veneer
A floating figure will appear there and veer
Hold his stretched hand and say ‘Hallo dear’
The Count will meet the vampire, his peer
They will dance like sprites in hearty cheer
Until the fancy costumes they will finally tear
At the end of the Halloween night’s premiere.
October 16, 2021
Rhyme checked at rhymezone.com
Contest : Halloween Monorhyme Contest
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
premier, halloween, imagery,
Form: Monorhyme
Listening to songs I never loved,
Wearing clothes I never cherished,
Adorning a cloak that never suits me,
Trying hard to accept that this is the new 'ME',
As time flew,
As I shed my old leaves and gained new,
I realised that this was never the 'ME'
That I wished to see.
Revolving around momentous bliss
Whirling around proclaimed pleasures
Haunted by fears of social rejection,
Coerced me to abide by falsehood, but not for long.
The world in my view...
Many bodies with single voice,
Not because of unison, but because of subjugation,
Fear to raise views, fear to express opinions.
Let go to gain more,
Let go of falsehood to gain brotherhood
Let go of fear to gain bright years
Live your life, not someone else's...
Categories:
premier, life, me,
Form: Free verse
we don't care if we miss the season premier
we are too busy giving in to giving in
the breeze in the darkness illuminates the equality
we are heroes to each others' sanity, and we maintain by letting go and being ourselves
i am the proud gun that you want to shoot all over you
you are the satisfied sensation that i want to shine a spotlight on
together we create a sound like a rimshot catching the spirit at its most holy
the season premier we can catch next week anyway
this moment in time we may never again recapture in the same way
after all the rewrites, the proofreading, the editing, and the reediting,
we take the almighty plunge and where we land is where we are at our most relaxed state
we take it all in and simply allow ourselves to just be free
no matter the level of desire to swoop up the remote control,
the deeper the depths, we say in our own silent way, to hell with tv
Categories:
premier, good night, happiness, joy,
Form: Free verse