For persons leaving little to chance,
To others’ orders don’t wish to dance;
For weapons reserving user’s glance:
If they can’t find guns grip a close lance…
Resistance means that one has muscle:
A king who must not lose his castle,
The accustomed to life of hustle
And harsh towns of hustle and bustle…
For resistance, the reddest of eyes:
A time one freely Anarchy tries,
Wastes more than a soul and one’s tears dries:
Sometimes doing the thing with war cries…
All: on the Altar of self defense,
The blood one sheds not really offense…
Sooner achieved sooner respected,
Less badgering rightly expected;
No more the clumsily inspected:
Whoever tried this war prospected…
Categories:
prospected, allusion, character, conflict, hate,
Form: Rhyme
In a dream of bare, I awoke
In the blared walls, it misspoke
The winds of Auria eluded in the cascading windows which then provoked
Envisions of Auria descended through the glistening saint
Without a flair, I discerned a haint
Auria wandered in a stage of fright,
Meanwhile, invading my dreams of spite
Her nebulous words echoed in my mind
‘What a faint creature, so misled by fracture’
They mellowed as it prospected my perceptions
As she posited her hand on my exceptions
Envisions of Auria repulsed its regressions
She was my fate of progression
She rehashed my reflections
A memory of infliction
She wandered off into a glistening spade
Relinquishing her jades
I scrutinized her windows of glade
I lingered against her pallid hair
Then, woke up in tedious wear
‘Auria, a lady of fate, yet dart of spade’
Such assimilation wandered in the glistering gape
My thoughts were so heavy, yet so light, though seemed rather bright
They were my reminiscences of Auria”
Categories:
prospected, absence, allusion, angel, confidence,
Form: Haibun
O to find things from mere clues and sketches,
Poems, as pearls prospected from ocean,
From a dense rain forest, rarest of trees,
To explore depth is not a pied passion.
Search of poetic gems is scarce shallow,
Let an average search rest at the rim,
But truth lies buried deep at depths below,
Alas, the patience melts right at the brim.
It’s no easy search seeking a poem,
Too many of them, little time to reach
Gems at the core from the hallowed ho hum,
Few love the depths from a much-fancied beach.
Oh, from scores of nick necks, the no-good them,
From fine, carved stones to pick a precious gem.
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Sonnets | 02.06.14 | poems, jewels/gems
Poet’s note: This sonnet is born of a dilemma: There are scores of poems to choose from. No doubt there are jewels-- jades and jacinth gems among them. But there too are artificial pearls and stones. And there is too little time, too brief an attention span to persist.
Categories:
prospected, poems,
Form: Sonnet
I will enter deep down to grow
And my root in the soil bow
My stem I spread within the loamy reach
So my boughy trunk shall in depth breach
Then I’ll let out my branchy foliage
On it I’ll display my flowers in cleavage
So my offsprings be born bountifully
To serve mankind generously
My foliage for man’s cover
And my branches for birds’ full shelter
SO SAID THE MUSTARD SEED
I shall not take a fool’s risk
Rather, my smooth body about I’ll frisk
I will not dare darkness of the deep
For my eyes, uncertainties to peep
If roused, my roots will be broken
And my stem on spread-spree will be smoken
Neither shall my body be scorched by the sun
Nor unstable seasons my life run
For I cannot watch my offshoots as spare food
And my branches too great to house little brood
SO BOASTED THE NUT SEED.
And so resoluted the two in unison resolve
There and then, they’re destined as
Each granted as wished and willed
Both prospered as prospected
The mustard in manifold manifested
The nut natured as nurtured
Time became their fortune-teller
Then one day a squirrel scratched up
The naughty nut from its niche
And made it a relish of morning meal
Categories:
prospected, introspection, philosophy, body,
Form: Rhyme