Reaching the twilight zone of my life
when tiny pieces of memories are the
most precious possessions of a meaningful journey,
my thoughts are flooded with unspoken words
as my mind wanders back to the poignant past
with love, some regrets, boundless yearning
for the days which once felt like staying forever.
a chance encounter on a weathered dock,
gossamer melting rays of sun fell on us,
I remembered the unsaid words,
which I and you should have uttered,
but strangely failed to.
Our eyes met, our lips quivered,
Our hearts almost burst into fragments,
but this was the only time,
not a word was voiced,
everything around us - remained hushed!
Is today the day the world, who witnessed the heartbreak,
wants us to speak,
Is today the day we no longer restrain
our throbbing hearts when I meet you
at this amber sunset,
when all the remnants of life blend together?
Or this day will again glide the same unruffled way
as it had trotted by many years ago?
Night gathered around me~
comforting me like a soft shawl
draped upon my shoulders.
I felt you near in the quiet vibrations
between stars.
A single star quivered,
and the air folded around your memory.
It moved toward me tenderly,
like a hand brushing across time.
I lifted my face,
and the heavens inclined~
a slow, luminous gesture
from whatever realm shelters you now.
In that fragile moment,
the veil loosened.
I saw not your form,
but your presence~
bright, unbound,
woven through the night like breath.
And the darkness murmured:
Nothing loved is ever lost.
It simply learns
a gentler, more radiant way
to stay.
I quivered and I dropped my new phone,
who cares if it is shattered beyond repair.
Hot breath on my neck made me buckle,
your effort was completely unexpected.
Who cares if it is shattered beyond repair,
destruction may mend what is broken.
Pain is deftly subdued with skilled hands.
Hot breath on my neck made me buckle,
the tip of your tongue gained you access
to the words I needed to stay confidential.
Your effort was completely unexpected.
Forgive me all this cellular surrender,
I was starving for just a taste of tender.
Blessed to be part of God's open-theatre
But a weather whiplash created a havoc
My innocent joy evaporated
My lean body quivered by the violent winds
Pitter! Patter! It started pouring down
The winds added fuel to the storm
Sturdy trees prostrated on the ground
Accepting their defeat in the duel
It flooded all over submerging me
Luckily, the flow took a quick diversion
By dawn, the level dropped down to my neck
And I could see the limpid firmament
Noticed a ray like a sharp needle
Came out penetrating the stretched blue denim
Over the moon! I was spellbound by sunlight!
Place: 3 rd
I saw a kitty cat last night,
she stood beside my bed and mewed,
her wings quivered . . . ready for flight.
I saw a kitty cat last night,
and she told me that she was alright,
kitty stared with purring subdued.
I saw a kitty cat last night,
she stood beside my bed and mewed !
In far away desolate valley of the Himalayan hills grand,
I was driving fast on the soggy road around the wetland.
The car got stuck in the sticky mud, I couldn’t take it out,
I was in for awful trouble in the wilderness, I had no doubt.
Luckily, I spotted a dilapidated manor house not very far,
for help before nightfall I could hurriedly walk up there.
Its door I knocked, a pale man took me into a room stale
that greeted me with smoke of the dim lantern to inhale.
His curled lips quivered, he faintly said, ”you’re hungry”,
and disappeared into the dark, closed the door swiftly.
He didn’t return for long, I explored, saw a streak of light
in a room where I found him stone still, sitting upright.
He held caressing a human skeleton, I was horrified to see.
He saw me, said, “this friend is too old, a new one you’ll be”.
Cold sweat rolled down my spine, I shivered to the frozen core,
ran out of the haunted house into wild through the back door.
She rolled up her piano and tucked it underneath her chinny chin chin
off the the courtyard she went to play a tune from Mama Balloon
"Absolutely not or never" said porky pig as she played shiny, to win
inside the water fountain a red cap bobbed and floated like a loon
Singing to the top of her voice every tonsil quivered as she did her gig
bass lined to the music she strolled the keys on a piano forte made of pulp
"Play it again " cried Petunia Pig while re-arranging her imaginary wig
but as the rain began to fall, Suzie stopped playing and began to gulp
Suffering Cilantro your piano has turned into nothing more than mush
said the little piglet with a tiny little bugle nose as bright as a red rose
"I got a rockjam keyboard made of foil at home" she began to gush
but all she heard was " Tsk tsk tsk" and suddenly the oink just froze
"Send out the clowns" huffed Piggly Wiggly Bob who lisped his nouns
and so Suzie with an origami thingy ma jig fined tuned a little trumpet
"Keep it coming" whooped Porky Pig and Daffy Duck painting the town
they danced to the beat of " Oh Susannah" without hurry without fret.
She dreamt a dream of a requisite requiem far away,
For the unrequited love of life, led her lanky lamb's limbs astray.
To where she'd dither along the moor's marsh land,
Braved the dreary draughts of randy rain and hindless hail.
She'd return without fail in her frailty.
To where the shadows cast by the leaves of the alders,
Speckled across her open back like silver freckles.
She'd sway in the clearest of days, and lay in the ravage of rain.
And in saltier slathers of gold graced spit,
She'd await the pair of goldfinches to descend upon her silver speckled clit.
Await the trill of their liquid song, sung by their acetone tongue ,
Pecking a silver chime over the pleasure of grated groans.
“No.” Her iron lungs lunged and quivered.
She supposed he knew from his exhale and shiver.
Awake, now, lesserly known nor knowing, moreso,
awaken, alone, but with the haunting face of a *** upon her window,
“outside, look outside”
It called, so she stayed inside, unknown, laying low from the randy ravage of his rage.
9/11/2025
I don't lament
Rather I feel pleased
Learning from one new things
While leaving the task I know well
Brain once occupied by theories, question and researches
Converted into beautiful way of cleaning
Natures and environment
Welcoming every season with calm and compuser
I now get idea which month trees loose leaves and branches in UK
AC to Adlerian psychology
We are responsible for our life
So I think I choose this work myself
Sometimes ranting and raving emotion flows
I quivered myself inside duvet
My heart says don't lament as this job contains best payment
Taking the trolley from east to west
Cleaning heart of king cross
Granary square is the best
With lots of fountain and children park
Well by career shifting it feels pain
But this changes welcome
whole ways of viewing things
I am grateful to god what I get
When conscious of who I was and who I am delivered,
A sense of giving all my all, where previously I quivered.
I tried my best in all I did, through challenges diverse,
While others walked on smoother paths — for better, or for worse.
Though they had their problems, I watched them on the quest,
And when they died, it’s said of them, they truly did their best.
It puzzled me each time they passed, where silently I fell,
Pondering their journey — to heaven through a hell?
Guess so many try their best in everything they do,
Persevering and persisting, primely pushing through.
This unpredictable life with challenges, driven by mere hope,
And hope is hard to hold, down that shifty slope.
However, we're not good enough if we do not aim;
To float along should be wrong, such a shabby shame.
However, when my angel comes and carries me in rest,
I understand myself: they'll brand, “She did her very best.”
— Rest in Peace
Once lost in Himalayan forest I spotted a house bare,
before the nightfall I could hurriedly walk up to there.
I knocked the door, an old man let me in a room stale
that greeted me with smoke of a dim lantern to inhale.
His curled lips quivered, saying faintly, “you need food”,
closed the door swiftly and disappeared into solitude.
As he didn’t return, I looked up, saw a streak of light
in a room where I found him stone still, sitting upright.
He clutched a human skeleton, I was terrified to see.
He said, “this friend is old, a new one you will give me”.
Cold sweat rolled down my spine, shivering in the core,
I ran out of the haunted house through the back door.
My soul flew without its wings,
My cry pierced the breathless silence.
Humans were drunk with sleep;
only my feline foe roamed the yard.
She silently approached where I perched,
my instinct pecked the scent of danger.
I thought I could fly to the sky to kiss the stars,
beyond the cat whose stomach howled with hunger.
Alas, the cage fell.
All I could see was a hungry feline gaze;
her pupils brightened and shone like a partly broken incandescence.
She meowed, and its hunger stared at me menacingly.
Then she leapt, her claws wrapping round my wings;
she sank her canines and my throat quivered.
My blood soaked her thirst and satiated her hunger—
and my soul slowly flew out without its wings.
What to my wandering eye did appear,
But a grape—violet, juicy, and dear—
And a small purple envelope right near.
I found the grape tempting, stretched forth my hand;
Surprise! On the envelope it did land—
A conundrum I could not understand.
The envelope twisted beneath my palm,
Quickly shattering my internal calm.
"How can that be?" said with decided qualm.
Again, the paper shell quivered so slight,
Giving my fingers a terrible fright.
My quick twitch sent the grape into the night.
Now alone with the envelope’s mischief,
I said right out loud, “Enough of this stuff!”
And stepping back, I squished the grape—too rough.
Then, slipping on the grape’s broken skin,
I most brutally barked my left shin.
Jumping about, I bumped the table—and then...
Knocked the envelope up into the air,
Where, to my sudden alarm and despair,
It vanished—gone, like it was never there.
So, as to the meaning of envelope and grape,
I’m afraid we’ll never know... or at least be in for a wait.
Violet Grape Purple Envelope Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
9/24/2025
The silent kiss from the morning's sunbeams
softly brushed the beauty of your face
in a tender embrace of halo light
where my heart quivered in wonder
As our eyes began a spellbound affair
Time seemed still, and the world faded away
Clouds parted and sunlight spilled upon the land
The dawn became weightless when passion welled
into emotional boundaries crossed
where a moment of splendor allowed truth to breathe
like rose petals opening from a fragrant rose bud
seeking warmth from a wondrous sense of awe
When your beauty became a sensual vision
painted by dawn's breaking glow of sunlight
revealing your tender eyes from this silent kiss
that caressed the face I looked upon
As I wandered into the dewy eyes of love
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