Tales of white and green
With black tinge in between
Edifices in quadrangle
Surrounding a green garden
And her name was Divine,
She was my cradle for many years
She was gorgeous, fair and fine
Home of bitter-sweet memories
Oh! Divine, so beautiful
Your beauty invigorated my soul
It is hurtful to say goodbye
But I must leave you after all
September 6, 2022
A quiescent quiver
haunted the quagmire,
a quandary of purpose
overshadowed the quest.
The quadrangle protected
its secrets in silence.
9/29/2021
“Q” Contest, NEW ONLY Poetry Contest
They made a decorative well
in the campus
where books and laptops
were set aside
by the skinny staked
newly planted ancient oaks.
Students could sit there
to be good company
if they could find it.
The well is small, a bricked hole,
a shallow ocular sink
holding a green stillness,
yet direct sun made it live.
In the dazzle of the day
undergrads agree not to notice
a diminutive tide going in and out,
the hump-backed splashes of
surfacing Plesiosauri
magnified from lava and spawn,
until a passing cloud
clarifies these malformed gestations.
Girls in shorts check their bare legs
for teeth marks
as the noon day bell rings.
The wells inner-life
subsides as light dwindles,
damsel fly
and water striders
skim the small round waters,
while some feed upon
the drowned bones
of prehistoric ghosts.
A memo is eventually sent
to the groundskeeper
demanding he stop feeding
the reptiles.
Et Semper Amabo te! (I will always love you)
Alas! The world was at its newest creation
On the gloam of 24 December celebration
My fine lady rode her bicycle
As I gazed at you in the pinnacle
The quadrangle was filled with the brightest light
And lit my heart through the darkest of nights
Destiny was enough to find you there waving
In the midst of the crowd, I saw you smiling
My face turned red than ever
It's like having a severe fever
You entangled my heart in a spark
Your name was left in me like a mark
Those looks was enough to freeze me
Stunned like the plain narra tree
I just want to make you feel special
So I bought you the most beautiful doll
You said "Thank you" and waved goodbye
That moment I just wanted to die
For without you I am nothing
What is existence if you are not in my being?
Come back to me, that is all I long
So I got my guitar and sang our song
The times we were then together
Now, long lost and you don't even remember
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