The night grows thick until it breathes like steel
against my skin, a weight I cannot shake.
The shadows shift as if they long to feel
their old sharp purpose, learning how to wake.
Small stings arrive—not wounds, but whispered signs
that something colder moves along my frame.
The room tilts inward; darkness redefines
its edges, folding close around my name.
A presence settles deep behind my ribs—
no blade, but pressure thinning out my heat.
It unthreads warmth from all the life it grips,
a quiet loosening, strangely soft, complete.
And then I know: this cold is not the end,
but inward-opening door, a different bend.
Rain clouds every moment beat,
bursting full at my bare feet
as lovesickness redefines.
Years passed like ascending vines.
Its trimmings bind, soar aloft,
then linger and gently waft.
A faint whisper sign of hope
falls beyond the narrow scope.
5040
We may assume with clarity
That God ain't in the cavity
And this real reality
Removing the polarity
For health of personality
Of any nationality
Without the Humanity
Implied the MENTAL health
And judgement of the gravity
My favorite duality
The middle name is phelan
Is bullschiet of the most
Apparently all langlands
Is wrong even to odd
Topology, apology
Schietloads of wrong technology
Dependence and the bounds
Inadequate economy
Shall serve to WHAT?
That you are bound as a group
And happily restrained
Totality of the control
So you may be maintained
The science purpose shall be not
The tool to help this ways
And Plato's Cave produced this intercept
The harmony of real that you overstepped
For those with the proper edge in mind
To understand that ALLAH redefines your kind
And still you cannot watch how YAHWEH eat the chips
And human perverts motivated thus by help to nature
Shall each obtain the guns
And killing as much human as they may
And this is only THE CORRECT SOLUTION
Now you may decay
I stare at the ceiling,
Lost in soliloquies,
Engulfing myself in that feeling.
The clock ticks,
the breath stops,
my heart beats slow down,
another smothering desperation.
They say “You’re made of memories”
then what would I be made of?
a nightmarish scream or,
to be the sole soul on this path.
The ghost of my laugh lingers around
reminding me that I’m just a shell
of who I used to be.
If I am truly made of memories,
then I’d be made of nothing.
Nothingness defines me and,
solitude redefines my soul.
There are two types of women, I've found
One type fights in silence, steady and strong
The other thrives in the spotlight, fierce and bold.
I could go on about the latter
But the former stretches beyond my imagination
How I wish I could grasp the depth of their quiet admiration.
The women of today, the second type I've known
I do not admire them less, but rather differently
For they challenge what it means to be women
With all the foundation, they still forge their own path.
I admire both their strength and resiliency
For in the battles they fight—silent or loud
Each one redefines what it means to be whole.
inhale, the lovesick
bursting sunshine rain
every moment beats
ceaseless warm feeling
acoustic years passed
like ascending vines
yet fainted hued shadow
peers through ripen binds
inhale, redefines
flourish aloft through
as time sweeps away
to first dawning light
and gasp a sound waft
1/11/2024
Mother enters the room with a broom
her ears ringing.
Father screams:
"you did not just say that filthy word!"
I did, I said it,
yet not at all knowing what was what.
The C word was in my six year old mouth -
it is still there.
It has transmuted, it is a Phoenix
that ever redefines
the nature of fire.
Oblong outlines of a soul
Stretched in elliptical misery
Redefines the perfect circle
To a breakable volatile tautness
Loosely cloaked in sheaths of epitonic blue
Draped upon the shrinking body to hide a terrified world
Dressed in swirling ominous patterns of anonymity
To be lost within the deepest abyss of fatal fear
Planted like a tenuous girder of iron truth
On a bridge of no return
There is no departure from excruciating fear
From this wicked self-imposed poltergeist
An unseen force deliberates death
Smothering with tremulous trepidation
Annihilating the essence of existence
With no bond found on common ground
There lies the secret
Within the mystery of a soul’s distress
The exorcism of human strength
As fear brings the will of life to a standstill
7-12-2023
Abiding gifts of
Passion death resurrection
Redefines our life
Immortality ignites
Long-lasting liberation
29 March 2023
March Into April - Tankacrostic Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
bursting full rain clouds every moment beat
at my grasp my ceaseless soul clasp to seek
golden sun rays on warm field at my feet
acoustic years have passed like ascending vines
yet hued shadows appear from its ripe binds
an inhale lovesickness and redefines
flourish and it takes hold and soar aloft
and glide through as time sweeps away whisper soft
clutch to early morning light and gasp a sound waft
7/8/2021
Pr'y'
Purely perfect Priya sister
Shining like a star aster
Being her birthday today
I wish come what may
Dainty delightful dashing doll
Divine debonair damsel small
Stars extoll her mien
How sweet it’s they mean..!
Soon she scales progress new
Taking from my verse a cue
May all eclats be hers
Besides this my verse
I wish her a jubilant life ever
Thus she relishes all flavour..!!
n'n'
Resembling your father astutely
Nani, you are cute bubbly
Blessed with a lad and lass
You are always full of class
Mukutban being your town great
Folks there have heart straight
Blessed are you with smile sweet
On your birthday here I tweet
May your like has pleasures all
With all divine leisure tall..!!
v''shn'v'
In traditional Marathi attire awesome
My kin gives a smile wowsome
Mona’s joy knows no bound
As Vaishnavi Mami steals the show abound
The season seems to be of birthdays
Full of luminous light rays
May her mami have a joyuful life
With all cheer and never a strife
Amar and Mona wish you much
Of course with fervour such..!!
Well that redefines humanity fully..!
The Bowman's Shaft
Solo archer gathers mist of amour clouds, dipping venturous arrow tips in a veiled concocted potion, drowning its mettle in a whimsical bliss of a dreamt liquefied mirage that defines the elixir,
Cupids errant arrow is liberated openly o'er the arc of a rainbow, exuberantly hunting its e'er sought Terra, whereto, it scarcely flutters passed feathered twain turtledoves,
Trifle off-track as projected, titillating a canine whose tail waggles unceasingly as its tongue laps remarkable welcoming faces,
Then piercingly redefines a right-angle course, that mids passionately, a well-managed bramble with shoots flowering in vivid red velvets,
Calculably sailing o'er gray-haired couple, whose one hand hugging canes and their free hands locking each other,
Promised target a fused-kissed envelope proffering treasured eloquence of, Missing You, in numerous expressions, introducing assorted confidences perceived by yearning intrepid bluish eyes whose heart grows e'er fonder.
2019 November 04
*2nd Place*
Metaphor of Love
~~Bobby May
Angels observe in un-articulated anguish from above,
anxiety afflicted by appalling accelerated ambition of the aggregate
that redefines the archaic, apocalyptical allure
driving humanity to its brink of active self annihilation;
those moments of antiquated adversarial abstractions
when history goes awry in its accursedness
revels the atrocious alienation of poverty ignored,
that hidden appetency wherein
the very acquiescence of its anticipated allure,
blinds us in our astigmatism that can anesthetize living well;
the assuage ascendancy of life's pain and amplified existence
briefly lingers, dies
as we absolve ourselves with abstinence
surpassing the more auspicious moments lost
when we could have been assertively aggrandized,
to become
more augmented humanity.
for John Hamilton's Crazy A's contest
10/30/19
1. Anguish 2. Awry 3. Auspicious 4. Atrocious 5. Assuage 6. Appetency
7. Allure 8. Absolve
Drug Of Choice
The thing about love is that
it makes us feel so good
And when we are young
it is our lover who is perfect
and their electric energy is
our drug of choice
so we seek it at every turn
looking for those whose light
shines bright, hot and golden
and for a time we feel fulfilled
but sometimes if we
are more than lucky
find one whose light
fits like a second skin
tingles with warmth
and redefines
the thing about love...
Binary 101
Numerically double-edged,
Duplicitous it is paired
Likewise and two fold
Its twin coded binate, not spared.
Double barrelled
Bilateral couple,
teamed;
braced – unified.
Mated and single
Coupled, unpaired
Mixed radix,
Can be shared.
Digitally based
Systematically aced
Zero blocks the chain
Based at one
The power redefines
Linear thinking holds
Only conversion
Characterises
The values you will find
Inside binary lines
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