Two circular villas perched on the bony roots
No coat, no paint, only the scent of the bare skin
Restive camera instinctively released its telelens.
From nowhere, a tornado started wreaking havoc.
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7 September 2025
Fingers gliding along the sonorous wire
Captive birds inside get restive for the sky
plucking and flicking of fingers then continue
At the still point thousands of wings are free
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7 September 2025
my heart rises, falls like restive waves
it brings the weight of fears I cannot voice.
joy swells then slips silently away
memories lingers like salt on my skin
i follow its pull, unsure but alive
in its rhythm, I find my steady beat
A green gust dancing
amidst the leaves of ferns
In the obscure dawn,
the birds are all restive.
Had we all been
a swarm of unleashed birds
For sure we would have built
a Mediterranean sea
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25 June 2025
Never at rest, ever restive
like shifting sands of the desert,
my mind is
a labyrinth of quagmires and booby traps,
you step on it
and you’ll either be sucked in
or blown to smithereens…
Going in is a child’s play
Coming out—
A gauntlet run!
What‘s better than a biscuit?
Hard to debunk
Treasure trunk funk
Should you let
It get wetter
Would you dare risk it?
The trick a quick dunk
Or could flunk..flick..kerplunk..
Mushy chunk sunk..messy junk
Slushy slunk..in the tea you drunk
So at your leisure
Pleasure one’s self
Don’t regret your stealth
Forget your health
Wealth beset on the shelf
So feeling restive?
Yearn for a digestive?
Appealing…suggestive
No shock..dark choc
What else will cut the mustard
With a brew…for a few bob
Recurring theme..does seem
Will always dream
About a custard cream
Almost sob…as I Lob
A hob-nob in me gob
Ta pour more cha
In fine fettle
Be a slob
Turn on the kettle
Bickies in the jar
On the sofa settle
Sins within tins
Spurn concern
Ignore the racket
As
Hats do doff
Knew from the off
On a roll
The sole goal
Quaff another cuppa
Down your cake hole
Scoff the whole packet!
The Last Lap
Ignorance and fire
now common partners
lying on a restive bed
The night now owns the day
as the day now basks
in opaque blackness
The burnt-out embers
scattered to the wind
now reassembles with kindling flame
Great hopes and dreams
flashing through the phase
now swaggers in as lost sleep and mirages
Light* that lights all lights continues to glow
triumphant midst woe toward jubilant today 'til tomorrow.
Blest light wakes soul up
perking with God's prop.
Divine light wafts hope
propels faith midst cope.
Sun light for work height
prods glad labour might.
Light to brighten time
sounds achievement chime.
Gentle light ends grief
ushers joy's relief.
Smiling light from face
defies angst; shows grace.
Pardon light we see
makes our spirits free.
Light against stress-hush
quiets heart's strong rush.
Light amidst love bliss
never should we miss.
Lord of light brings joys
cheers restive night’s poise.
Light that lights all lights smites evil darkness' blights
illumining humankind toward goodness' delights.
*John 8:12 - Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.
December 8, 2024
I take my pain to where ragers rage and writhe
in their self-absorbed gluttony on all-winter days
their tea cups are only for them
interspersed with silence and solitude
the streets are buildings without them
who are the signposts talking too?
I could have been one of them
I was one of them
and still am if hills facing the sun are cloud covered
and I don’t look out of the window to notice
then, in those un-costumed days, I am
but, and it has taken rotations of earth
backpacking through antonyms, through tropics
I have conquered tinnitus, now a comfort blanket
aiding sleep as a heart monitor line crossing a screen
I have conquered deep wells, now jews harps
jaw harps if you prefer, gewgaws, yes I have conquered
the cave of crawling space days
goblins are only a light switch and their rising finger away
but my rising finger plucks at overtones and distances
between neurons, between stars, between mees
its sound soothing, rubbing balm on a restive chest
the vibrations are fizzing and feeding me
I take my white noise and float away
sound, my therapy
In restive response to the nature’s call,
in the disciplined dog-line they all fall.
Not far is the place to pee,
tree never seems to be free.
Leakage curbed canine bladders learn to stall.
Lipogram Sonnet 4-12-24
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Spring Sonnet
Spring bursts out from winter’s silent cocoon,
Fluttering luminescence on new wings,
Freed up from the midnight’s monochrome womb
Silk ribbons of ice melt into wellsprings.
Thin borderlines edged in dull grey on white,
Feeling the tickle of divine kisses,
Explode in hues borrowed from the first light,
Colors flit over icy snow with bliss.
Gliding on the virgin winds’ new story
Neon wings trickle colors on flowers
In purple tendrils of yellow glory,
From solstice sleep life returns in showers.
Young springtime emerges, from restive sleep,
Rising with morning - promises to keep.
Black Noon
The restive wind
weds the surging waves
merging spirits and souls
leching away meekness
spiced with weakness
as the way is paved
for the destruction
that rummages at noon
Sprawling aspiration
effervescent incandescence
spreads psychic plasma
of primal spectrum
painting passion
on the silken sky
the configured
fascinated facsimile
of mental panorama
suffused with chromatic
sublime sensitivity
of exuberant ecstasy
blooming in
seraphic color blast
of floral spring
Parched pieces
draped by distress dust
of cinnamon ground
heart desiccates
to the core
auburn anguish
pervading passive
creeps craftily
in the wilted veins
of the fallen leaves
fragile essence
rustles restive
with emerald tune
of serenading sanguinity
Emotive eyes weep
concealed tears
in torment torrent
fill the cauldron
of pent up pathos
forlorn life’s
desolate distillate
designs crystalline
verdance shining
in the jade thicket
on the eroded banks
of awareness
as symphonic cadence
of fervent zephyr
drifting with sonata
of fleeting fervor
from yonder plateau
of yearning
pulsates timeless
with waves of rhapsody
in the bay of bliss
glides with the melody
of harmonic heart
with the ripples
of lilac lagoon
The whirlwind of time drifts my soul
from life rooted transient in the present
to the distant desolate nowhere
where I was once, but left forever.
That’s the fading past receding fast,
yet to be abandoned and obliterated.
Out of the shadow of perennial future,
creating the convivial flood of copious love,
time cascades to inundate
the lavish landscape of life sculpted
in my mind where dwells the desire of perpetuity,
the deathless dream, eternity.
The entrancing memory undying,
subsists in the restive recess of the past,
as my enticed bird soars
in the fleeting firmament of the present,
spreading the dreaming wings to embrace
the halcyon horizon of the future.
With the imperishable soul,
afloat in the sublime sea of timelessness,
wafted by the congenial longing wind,
I’m on the sanguine sail,
yearning to get from time's magnanimity,
the surreal gift, eternity.
It has come to my attention,
That all's not as it seems;
For people see things differently,
Describing the same scene.
Some may find the howling wind,
A mournful, restive cry,
While others may describe it,
As a peaceful lullaby.
Some people find the rain drops,
Upon their window pane,
Monotonous, annoying,
And dreary, cold the rain.
A sunny day is sweltering.
Some find it way too hot.
Others say enjoy the warmth,
Relaxing on a cot.
A neighbor may keep to himself,
Seems rarely to go out.
Some will wonder 'bout this man,
Just what is he about.
A lady seems so happy,
Outgoing, so care free.
Some will say that she's a flirt.
Not a lady she.
It really doesn't matter,
What could be the situation.
Some will see the goodness,
And others consternation.
You're more at peace within yourself,
And happier by far,
If you step around the puddles,
And don't look for snags and barbs.
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