My anonymity runs deep. The world
without the self. What a relief! Simple
sky blue belief. Simple as this headache.
Truth, laws, physics. God’s first and only words,
wafer-thin old moss-covered stones. Amen
to men. Where a man is at no matter what.
Now and then a baseball game, night of love.
Knowing to whom, for whom, one is bespoke.
It’s a simple secret shared, longevity,
watching for the smoke to be black or white.
Keeping busy, forgetting to fear death,
giving up desiring to be touched,
belonging to the loved ones and wooful war.
It too may be a sign to go on alone.
Written: April 28, 2026
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To those who weigh the world in chromatic chains, I say:
I am not a color—
not a cast, not a cloak,
not a fleeting film of oak.
I am the quiet quiddity beneath,
the breath before breath,
the ember behind the eyes.
I am not an appearance.
I am an essence—
the amaranthine spark,
the zoetic whisper stark
woven through the body’s brief art.
In my heart
lie folds of forgotten fire,
hollows of hidden hymns,
vaults of velvet silence
where old sorrows soften
and new mercies rise.
In my heart
a city of longings glows—
no red lines,
no barred borders —
no gates to guard the beloved.
All beloved ones dwell there,
all beloved ones,
their names like amber incense,
their laughter a lissome litany
lifting through luminous streets.
In my heart
An olive grove whispers—
It's glittery silver leaves,
with seraphic screams
glued to laden drinking,
from wells of ancient fruits.
In my heart.
The green homeland is blooming —
a haven of eternal thrive
a world where every soul
is seed and soil,
pilgrim and place,
origin and return.
The sour with the sweet makes a good palate,
Aroma with the breeze has a dreamy fill great;
Odd with the even sounds might make a muse
While scattered colours in order, often do fuse
Thus forming the whole out of shards lost apart
And diffuse well on the cryptic imagination chart
All goodness may go ignored with full timidity
As aversion lets down the innate noble quiddity ;
Unless foiled by a vice that lends a salty contrast
Stangely,things warped are liked crazily too fast;
And a faultyoddity in an unfeigned just act or fact
Is often savoured and passed on with rich impact
Sheer, pristine things manifest though,are queried
And a dubious,sham,masked present is unparried
A flaw makes the good sufferer, to heights swell
While a virtue in an evil one casts no such spell
The domain of percepts is a mingled motley set
Perhaps picking the sorted and the lost ones yet
Written: June 16, 2024
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Hope had gray hair and looked downcast,
Amid grieving and fears, hope is obscene.
At night, just a rocket and fanal were seen,
Life disappears into shrouds, leading to a blast.
Did the hurling and horrible air have a heart?
A single eye read the unformed wonder or boom.
He was the one who proved the current loom,
The quiddity draws the skies and earth apart.
Lord, my petition and argument are both fair,
What bears devils successful and me a failure?
Revolve their decay if the pair were my jailers,
Chervil-lined banks and curbs quiver with new air.
My sapient wairua creates an Elixir riddle ban,
Hoarding and ignoring nature led to a span.
Written: June 5th, 2024, For Jay Narain Contest
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Your smile awestruck me every morning,
Truly ambrosian and quiddity display style.
Your ariose image is rife in my dreams,
As optimism rises, I wake up with beams.
You could be the one, I didn't love enough,
There was a juncture in, I treated you rough.
Girl, if I beshrew you feel odious, I was blind,
If I crestfallen you, you're often on my mind.
You induce me to dare my worries and fears,
I will support you in your anguish and tears.
All I sense for you is beyond what I may show,
You are precious to me; I wish that you know.
I didn't descry you those lonesome times,
It is a delight to have you; you are sublime.
My thoughts of you hampered my tries to rest,
The warmth of your kindness swells my chest.
Whatever transpires, I will be devout to you,
My briny goal is always you, and I will pursue.
Allow me to win your quintessence one final time,
I often relate to you; I've never had time to dime.
Written: March 09, 2024 For Charlotte Puddifoot Contest
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with serendipitous moans—ocean lulls
It's russet embers
ignite her soul's quilled longings
she flies to bloomy sky-scape
last sigh of waning twilight
chirpy mirth—katydid sounds
waves of
soft silk canzone
to whispering crimson
of ephemeral serenade
waves of arid shadows— ebb in
blurring haze of lingering longing
besotted in spumy scatters sighing
In epicede of hushed Elysian quiddity
quixotic susurrus—shorebirds' sapidity
horizon in cinereous ululation of Peacocks
rainbows and sylphlike threnody
my heart too, mirths... waiting
for you to return to me—in spring
renascent wings wings of crimson
gold and plums of purples!
The enthusiastic logastellus,
empty handed yet so scripturient;
Try to write it feels incoherent,
without words there is no audience;
Plagued with a poor vocabulary,
madness fills an overactive mind;
First line leaves that soul unsatisfied,
not able to capture a writer’s quiddity;
You can sit warm yourself by the fire
believing the Muse comes on command;
When will raw emotion understand
it takes tools to pen what you desire;
Go out communicate in person
you’ll pick up a new line every time;
No longer with a struggle to rhyme,
No longer riddled with guiltroversion.
Held together by hairspray and prayers.
Knowing the quiddity could not be changed.
Clothes could not zhuzh it nor putting on airs.
As long as the attitude remained deranged.
Attitudes make a person who they are.
Just a nip here and a tuck there
Life could have a different repertoire.
An awesome attitude equals a billionaire.
Our views and sorrows are mirrored in life.
Each jagged shard epitomizes some strife.
Our wounds, sufferings, and personality,
It will include one's beliefs and morality.
Are we netting insight or primarily existing?
Veins would shiver with shattered feelings.
The sharp edges puncture into the intact body.
A wrecked heart squall for plenty and vitality.
Inside the proper limits of a selfish quiddity.
Contemplations from one's own perspective.
Moving good faith grips to a broke history.
Surprising yet rather fiery and lively festive.
In fear of what I can view, I won't stare in the mirror.
My fierce peek and jagged shards scold a sinner.
Written: May 04, 2022
1st place contest winner
In the Mirror of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Timidity
Tepidity
Solidity
Rigidity
Viscidity
Turbidity
Fluidity
Lucidity
Gravidity
Flaccidity
Limpidity
Pellucidity
Placidity
Equanimity
Aridity
No humidity
I knew you would leave anyway
When trust is broken, sorry means nothing
You are a chapter in my book I have to put away
I sit and watch our love decay
I knew you were bluffing
I knew you would leave anyway
I should have known right away
I hated who you were becoming
You are a chapter in my book I have to put away
No one saw the fighting everyday
They only viewed the hugging
I knew you would leave anyway
You put me on display
I was open for judging
You are a chapter in my book I have to put away
It feels like only yesterday
Oh my I miss your loving
I knew you would leave anyway
You are a chapter in my book I have to put away
What would deem biding our critical concern?
What tolerably deep association would we learn?
Is it fair to firmly assert we utterly understand?
What has loomed and shielded stiff mend?
Do we promptly make every second count?
Is it sprung to say we are doomed to idly die to flout?
Heed the placid quiddity we are endeavoring.
It is drifting us by, oblivious of our lone value levering.
Is it genuine that these requests typically exist?
Because of the way that nobody can be sure?
They overshadow you like a goliath can desist.
It's unsatisfactory what the disposals efficiently are.
The vista is sorrowful, and the future looks bleak.
We expect a required course yet lack the will to seek.
Written: December 12, 2021
(A mental state of the heart)
A teeming onslaught of ice cold musings
flood the mind burst its seams
Cascading down in torrents
gushing into a heart aflame
in lava hot emotions
Thoughts heavy laced with feelings
whirlpool this ticker
with reckless abandon
mounting pressure cues in a short circuit
Checked all the wires
See its not miswired
Does seem weirdly wired
Morphed into an interface
Its quiddity to strandle the fence
heavily expectant with equity
It repels bias,in its midst tolerance reigns
Eventually the middle is where truth abounds
Quiddity captured in paint
Color stagnant life
With a gamma of vibrant
Shades that enhance your
Once colorless existence
To a shiny quiddity
1-17-2016
For syllables of wisdom 3
Sponsored by Silent One
Second Place
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