Contrapuntal lines
of
floating/flowing
ebullient/euphonic
sounds
gradually
evolve/revolve
around/through
space & time
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Vibrating images
of
floating/flying
protean/penetrative
holons
slowly
evolve/revolve
around/into
void & plenum
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Resonant fields
of
fleeting/furtive
enlightened/ethereal
fragments
quickly
evolve/revolve
around/from
earth & space
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(5th September 2020
Udaliya Tea Garden, Fatickchari, Chattogram
with Misbah, Jony, Habib, Parves, Manik)
Extended deep hills
the more we went to the west
from our local area
Serpentine paths in the hills
on the protean waists of hills the tea cultivation,
the far hills are greenwood of the rubber trees
Into the deep forest of these approachable hills
we found some huts with performing chants
after crossing more three hills
there was the Honolulu queen- a garden of dragon fruits,
artificial lakes, paddy fields, pasturelands
though fishing was not my hobby I enjoyed with them
full day with fishing hooks and collected seven and a half kg fishes
After returning to my home
For the hottest day, I felt a headache but thrilled I was
Alone in my room, though the full day with splendorous time
I do not know actually why I am here on this earth
In me I feel, for me, this world is the palace of leisure time passing;
when my vacation period will be over then I have to leave this forever
Quietly Sleeping Embers
the materials of timeless elements
that once laid deep within the earth,
as sleeping embers in a quiet fire,
or the thumping of rocks, their throaty shouts,
attracted to the source, protean,
the standard of all things apocryphally edged,
eyes in search of themselves, flashing
visions in search of hallucinations, sighing.
lateral unitities scrape the tattered and
the buttressed scaffolds in dimension,
as a formican stave appears sage-like, alone
at it’s cusp, pointing towards inevitability.
our hands are lined with our history, concealed,
our hearts deeply gouged, bleed coloradan stain,
whimper as they will, feeble outcomes fail
the test, it’s standards not presently contained.
the harbinger of listless souls, tearless
and gut-wrenched, gesticulating, wordless,
those materials, that source of satiety trembles,
those quietly sleeping embers, light even the world.
Iceberg requiem
Love's renewed capacity
Protean limit
Here I am
Opening a new finesse
Creating a rapport of mercurial genre
From nadir to zenith
I never thought the labyrinthine of searching would never end
The demise of one long ago
Propinquity would never come close
Yet amidst a facade
A reprieve
In the quintessence silence I can breathe
Savior faire becomes poignant
As the genesis holds out its hand
Showing a viable paradigm of which I can now stand
A liaison from utopian will always emanate with levity
That's incongruous
It is esoteric and simultaneously profound
The eyes are opaque
Plausible to deduce by an epitome using extraneous cliches
There is a diaphanous window of not mundane deference
Containing altruism
Adopting protean as a force
Ignoring platitude on a plate of empathy
Fires of cajole
Follow the paragon
They bring inimical hubris and footsteps in nuance
Flames of apocryphal are flamboyant to a naive soul
By Christy Teas
Autumn’s Promise
Autumn’s promise of love compels us true,
As we walk in this magical moment.
This change of seasons reflects Nature’s will,
As the trees shed their leaves freely and the
Afternoon wind’s protean emotions—
Touch ever gently our bodies with their
Cool-warm breath as we hug ‘n kiss deeply,
In this passionate moment of true love.
‘Tis this very moment we cry out our
Pledge to love one another forever!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(August 28, 2015) (Blank Verse)
and lost while wracked in pains of change,
wilted seed in wintered eye,
hands clenching white in advent rage,
knee bones scuppered, bleaching age,
knelt stung as tears run dry,
writ black ink in masthead sky,
and lost now wracked in changing pain.
and wracked in change, in pain,
this protean mood, forgiving none,
stygian moans in loaming brains,
bowing low in time's cruel reins,
for order, seeking melancholic ones,
forget what bones have said to sons,
and wracked aloud in change and pain.
and wracked in pain and changing hue
if not order's sin, then virtue's deign,
above, above, settled up on virgin's crown,
control, like razor’s gleaming frown,
drawn swift upon a throbbing vein,
flared desolate in absolution's gain,
and hue is wracked in pain and change.
and wracked in change’s cleansing pain,
a night buried lost in clouded dawn,
release a grip, unhinged yet grasped,
living bread coughed out and harshly rasped,
as patina streaks down muted pawns,
we love, we weep, we carry on,
and pain is wracked in cleansing change.
They came to us
from out of the Mangere mist,
players upon the corporate stage,
phantoms masked with permanent
smiles, till the truth was
standardized and filed.
Behind the mask a
different shade, protean shadows
of indecency, when one’s breath
impeded with wry words of complexity,
perfidious overtones, transcribed from
Babel tongues.
Life now to be in constant overdrive,
no recognition anymore of habitual
culture, elementary concepts.
No more the perpetual dawn
created in the east, the veil of
obscurity, annihilating one’s
fundamental perception of life,
when day becomes night and
night as day.
Yet to facilitate the confusion,
it is now the corporation fun
begins, their greed our need
will see all wants to play!!
© Harry J Horsman 2013
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
Change, and known becomes unknown
Hidden things uncovered
Angst on verge frozen
Negotiating new domains
Gaps of vulnerability
Emancipated to attain
Stagnant things die however
Protean things are suspect
I am sometimes ambivalent
Keeper of traditions vain
Erratic rivers are not ambiguous
Spent only at the delta's rich goal
Fear troubles still the comfort zones of ease
Expectations are those visited before
Averting not the vicarious door
Resistance falters only on the familiar lees
ii
I could have taken you there like child
The hand of the familiar is all we have to trust
If only I had concieved
How much strangers we had become
And what we had lost in shallow years
I would have given you voice again
Tender like a mother, firm like a father
Encouraging like a friend
I was so weary of lending feathers unrepaid
I was drunk on presumption
You would fly alone among the flaks and clouds
And come with rain at end of flight
To see me reaping before the night
A nest of straw and grain
I planted my tree of faith in vain, the limbs groan too with pain.
Protean nucleic processes
polemic yield
explosive diversification
punctuated equilibrium
Stephen J. Gould
Paleontological hypothesis
spawning sudden flora and fauna
competed against diametrically opposed diatribe
pairing diehard Religionists
versus Doubting Thomists
which Creationist advocates
threatened non-believers
with damnation and eternal punishment
spake brotherhood of God brethren thru tongue did wield.
Pompous empiricists
fire and brimstone sermons on the mount
excruciating punishment of soul would yield
claimants who refute intelligent design theorists
to explain away biological gaps
extant within evolutionary field
said Biblical creationists belief
pitted dogmatic atheistic crusaders
to fight tooth and nail
with scimitar and shield!