The rose is a common flower,
and sometimes goes unnoticed -
when our attention is remotest.
But, a rose has a special power.
Being a blossom that is clever,
she garners our attention
with affectionate intention,
using fragrance as a lever.
Sometimes, we, too, miss people here.
Our soul warns, when we drift from shore,
not to forgot what we are here for.
It's voice, a lever, for those held dear.
What is the fulcrum that we can't see,
that makes these caring levers work?
I do not understand nature's quirk -
It's a beautiful mystery.
Drag along the prophet?
Oracle, break the grip.
Tools of iron and Tophet!
Let the heavens rip!
Flippered horrors on the crawl?
Subterranean tour.
High hells? Hand in overhaul.
Liquid has its lure.
Dour the towers in late spring?
Rim of crater wide.
Drench the world, O undying!
Ocean, loose thy tide!
Grim the gambrel gangrel?
Volcano, downward run.
Belladonna, bell and spell!
Young and yellow dun.
Coals a-glow, infernal life?
Dance upon my knife!
Demon-sultan, play thy fife.
Rampant round and rife...
Strife, goals. Remotest controls?
Lost as ancient souls.
Broken, are ye, golden bowls?
Doldrums, dole and tolls.
Holes producing matter?
Apogee, twist with pain...
Night upon the latter?
Floodwater, course from main...
I'm enduring the longest winter's nightfall
that sends shivers to these chilling bones,
I sleep very soundly wandering in the remotest places
of childhood in which I left many traces;
I'm living in the past responding to the call,
stupefied by landscapes beneath a dashing waterfall!
Waking up before sunrise, I stumble upon
the unbright gleams of exuding stars, I inhale the deepest breath,
believing that a radiant light always brings on
an awareness of continuous life often ending in unexpected death!
Night owls' barred sounds still resonate to impose their power
continuing to dominate a constant atmosphere of endless fear,
but crows persist and defy them: they are vicious adversaries;
it's not only humans who fight for the supremacy of the skies!
How hilarious and ironic is the assumption of wild creatures and Man!
They deny the Maker of bodies and souls, the Creator of every universe
yet to be discovered by powerful nations competing in a mad rat race;
yes, we have built great civilizations, but not fully developed our brain.
The rye mustard field, glowing with a morning diva, faded in colors within afternoon
The river runs just beside ;
“O reverie! What shall the song be in the chanting verse, unsung in me and thee!”
The branches of the oak tree , trace upon chest of yours, whence
The tree shade adores you in blue
Patsy sounds in farther and farther a try, follow through
These for having an echo in those stalking sounds, whence together , sounds cry
Was there ever a river meandering nearby?
“O reverie! What shall the song be in the chanting verse, unsung in me and thee!”
You , my soulmate, a fall to befall in shape, mine to undermine
The farther I run away to shy - you trace me back there with your toddler efforts to intertwine
I hear your foamy shore, sounds of me with my child, daylong, a silly whim to be around awhile
Enchantance overflowing with eloquence (seemingly so)
Eloquence and ongoing eloquence never a bit tiresome
This very river
A flock of fishes rainbow colors on the river chest
The herd of flamingo , white lilies the remotest oasis around the deepest river basin
Men did not intervene, as these, are never to be seen.
Bayezid Bostami-
A caring soul , a devoted one, for his mom,
since he was a child,
On a moonlit night, at midnight , mom woke up
and called, “O My son!
For my thirst unquenched, have thy grace to save me, your holy thee!” She said,
Before she relapsed , in a deep sleep ,
eyes closed
The young soul gazed around the room,
a room, where, only to be found a pitcher, empty, and barren,
An intrepid one, he, determined to be, a heroic effort,
to fetch water from the remotest fountain, alone
I got up very early breathing in scented air,
beholding the beams of light that came from far;
and looking outside pure joy built up inside;
all is awakening: He always keeps His promise!
How comforting is to have freedom without anxieties
and imitate fearless eagles that spreads their wings;
will I seek adventures never imagines, written or told?
Will I go to the remotest places nobody ever explored?
Earth is a wonder with its majestic mountains and waterfalls;
beautiful are the lush meadows with marigold and sparrows!
Finally, my thirst will be quenched at the nearest bubbling brook,
and the ravens that have traveled far will share my water and croak!
Who needs more rest a farmer, a traveler with sheer interest?
or a novice poet that hasn't found a muse to inspire his verses?
What is taken more to heart happy kids or those with sunken eyes?
After a tiresome journey, we get nostalgic and we come home to rest!
Note: A translation of Tagore's Geetanjali song 12. Influence came from a music of Olafur Arnalds.
Geetanjali song 12: Translation
Tamanna Ferdous
My journey started in an ancient time
The quest along a longest route,
When I first began the journey
My chariot along the voyage for the first light.
Planets and Stars carved a meandering trail
As my journey shaped its own time
Shaped the quest for time in the eternity
Within the forests and the mountains.
To be within love of all, ever flowing
With the remotest seclusion
Is the hardest meditation of all
With the simplest contemplation.
The traveler wanders through the doors in unknown
and returns to the very own land
The voyage of unknown merges
With the temple of the innermost mind.
Here are you! This very word
had to do a say in me
Where I gazed in every way
And along every way to be.
It filled my world in a million flows
You are! And they exclaimed,
Where are you? As, the cry
then , melted into teardrops in pain.
The day The Eagle is defeated
The incident shall be repeated:
All transmitting stations televise it,
The rarely praised tongues loosen in wit!
Born - to - Rule Valiant of All Seasons
To be lambasted for four reasons:
Who had off switched its amazing wings
Or had God said "it's time to spoil things"?
What had it done to matchless vision
Begun to things sights in division?
Could Mortifying Beak go on strikes,
Suddenly curve less because this likes?
What can have happened to stunning speed:
Rehearsals ended that would it feed?
The day The Eagle is Defeated
Furnace of 'Why' shall be reheated.
The Remotest cause solicited
The sweetened truth not prohibited.
Butterfly so lustrous and you are
remarkably carefree, free willed
Butterfly you are without unease
or concern. Butterfly fly to the highest
remotest part known and unknown landing
places. Butterfly go sky-high and spread
your wings with no skepticism or iffy
patterns or illuminations butterfly spread
your wings rhythmically
(A poem dedicated to Khadiza Merry)
They all heard that,
Jesus is riding on a bus, these days.
Vinay from the remotest eastern village was an eye-witness
He just acknowledged today, in confirmation.
I was counting those quarters. One by one.
The unpaid dues for the neighborhood store...
When silence honors every single voice out there
One can be a meaningful one for afterlife, with a storekeeper.
And slowly,
I sustained.
I was tamed within
With those hot, warm sweaty humid minutes.
And I gifted a land of own, aged for long, to the storekeeper.
Will it be an identifiable generosity accompanied with the right hand?
A specially biased right hand?
There are need of mirrors, here and there.
These attires, dress etiquette and dress colors too...
Under the slender palm trees, the virgin Mary cries here, also
Somewhere, a frozen conversation dies in silence, with a noisy air-cooler.
Footsteps
Miracle Man
1/16/2022
Those footsteps, onetime thought remotest,
in my past, lie dormant, not interred deep.
From recent memory have gone unnoticed,
they haven’t disappeared, they only sleep.
They have spurred me toward absolute best,
the mistakes I made became a teaching tool.
Footsteps remain dormant but at my behest,
Some recall my days, as a youthful fool.
*Image of Dandelion Blowing Childhood by Pixabay.
Simply Breathtaking
Upon its advent
done ... it came and went
so characterless
this working process
from depths, we inhale
therefrom, we exhale
breath names this function
to be ... its junction
~~breath
relieved sigh ... expire
deep snoring ... respire.
We take breaths from out
inside whirls about
cache paired lungs fill up
all calm, we letup
in-out when at home
out-in while we roam
climb uphill we huff
candles out we puff
~~breath
through life ... unnoticed
keeps death ... remotest.
As we be breathed
brings us this life
as we unbreathed
blessed afterlife.
2021 August 11
*9th Place*
As we be breathed
~~Unseeking Seeker
The in the momanon
Scratching at reality
as it bites
the head from time
Struggling yawns at insipid dawns
relevance bends and breaks
Front to ???q
uck says the f
defend the loose errs
Keep has been kept
Defy imagine nations
Diction orders the nary
Words twist into swords
lest we test the letters or just be settlers
Take my open hand
no hope and nowhere to land
control and condone the remotest controlled
Rolled and rocked
To a beat that doesn't follow
too morrow worms and tow two moor
Thin king or is it just an ink thing
any one an inkling
Can't follow then don't
Pb is led
All that glitters is not Au
Looking for Ag in the lining
Dread dead add ad a
Live lived veiled deviled and reviled
Knew knew new
Sympathy grows closer with an e
all of us junkies
made from drugs
electron bursts
in dreams of unknown hues
as i walk in deaths corroding shoes
I wasn't there again today
wonder what the man on the stair had to say
Scratching at reality
as it bites
the head from time
Struggling yawns at insipid dawns
relevance bends and breaks
Front to ???q
uck says the f
defend the loose errs
Keep has been kept
Defy imagine nations
Diction orders the nary
Words twist into swords
lest we test the letters or just be settlers
Take my open hand
no hope and nowhere to land
control and condone the remotest controlled
Rolled and rocked
To a beat that doesn't follow
too morrow worms and tow two moor
Thin king or is it just an ink thing
any one an inkling
Can't follow then don't
Pb is led
All that glitters is not Au
Looking for Ag in the lining
Dread dead add ad a
Live lived veiled deviled and reviled
Knew knew new
Sympathy grows closer with an e
all of us junkies
made from drugs
electron bursts
in dreams of unknown hues
as i walk in deaths corroding shoes
I wasn't there again today
wonder what the man on the stair had to say
I accidentally let one loose
one you hope no one had noticed
so guilty, face like a red spruce
acting like I hadn't the remotest,
It was lethal, Silent and deadly
people retching, gasping for breath
I don't think they'll easily forgive me
well their relatives for causing their deaths,
imagine an elevator full of corpses
Only I survived, suspected of foul play
questioning me about unnatural causes
trying to explain what happened today,
Gained information from specific sources
they said I was a professional assassin
trained by some foreign special forces
all because I couldn't keep my gas in.
7/10/2018
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