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Sky of Silk and Bliss

Written June 5, 2025, for contest: Etheree Of Your Heart - Sponsor: Ink Empress

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Breeze
broadcasts
charming pace
beats of the breeze
girls with clumsy legs
scrutinize for snail beads —
to the seamless sapphire sky
amid the swarm of silky clouds,
sculpt morphs into cobalt-hued visor
spume tails hover from peaks with cyclic bliss
winsome enthusiasm in our core swathes —
storm hooves herald the dawn of high tide
enshrines recall of past paths roved
rings rhythm of earned respite care
in sound and unspoilt place —
weaving whimsy waves
soothes my spirit.
drawn gold sky,
soul glint
stream

The Amazing Tale the Old Stone Sphinx Never Told

The Amazing Tale The Old Stone Sphinx Never Told

He walking softly repeating deep silence to the grass
Waterfalls gracefully wore away broken heart and stone
They invaded, full of dead vigor and obstinate mass
And maddening midnight the one- legged king slept alone
Nature held true to course and applauded the dying wheat.

While the tyrannical wind swept across the sad pregnant hills
Chaos and silence roved far and with nothing to eat
Except the panic and red paint the heartland over spills
Never mind the beast with its aggressive dancing about
Nor the bashful ghost that eats away the damn racing time
Therein caldron lies temptations crying with wounded shout
And the false prophet yells out dying here is not a crime.


He walked back to survey the revolution in its start.
He told father time, do not worry, I have her in my heart.

Robert J. Lindley, May 1st, 1976
Sonnet

An Addingham Man

I’ve roved the whole wide world
And splendid it's wildly wonders are too,
Decided to lay down my hat
Close to an Aussie wombat,
Yet drawn to you with a memory like glue.
Tis one’s age I think, being kind to myself
Now I am old afraid of being left on the shelf,
But the years, those memories from so long ago
Thankful they are deep within me when a need to glow.
Yes, I do believe no matter where on earth I scan
By 'eck, it was where I was born
that makes me an Addingham man.

© Harry J Horsman 2022

When Light Shines

It echoes dull dawn past a long evening.
Dusk is being thawed off like flowering.
Your aegis bore the road to the doorway.
A soft tune for a crucial sweep of sway,

High, grim oaks form a tone of masterwork.
All around, snow-cloaked raw act like a stork,
Much frost lingers baffled to the twigs' arms.
Glancing all around, watching over barns!

Like a butterfly fetching my glamour, 
Your love drew my wings, a kiss of amour.
Like a child was wiping my tears, says no.
Your grin, an easing-up pole for rainbow,

All, out of this apex, to the prime peak
From ice orb to the vast sky, it's all leak.
But clear than a gismo, that hits my sight!
Dazzling had to mix magic and heal plight.

Everything you own is what you have loved.
Get relieved of your ego and think roved.
Nothing huge was ever done without zeal.
Love, be grateful and assist others heal.

Written: February 08, 2022

Selected as POTD

Cloaked In Their Untruths

Cloaked in Their Untruths
By Sy Roth

Behind a cloak their little secrets roved,
Like silent, swishing vagrants eluding the truth
The darkness so thick,
A wall of impenetrable secrets built around it.

Leaving the unclosing to callow youth 
Senseless in their wasteful trepidation,
They took no time to explore their truths
Dressed in slim, tight gabardine their desires arrested.

They had no need to validate, 
No desires to explore.
Lost opportunities heaped into a morass of speculation
Until the voices of the antecedents were silenced.

Screams of loss as the span between life and death widen
They find in their own selves no validity
Only a vacuity in a tale filled with inconsistencies
That are bungee cords flipping them hither and yon unbound.

No way to make whole the person in a sere fabric
When the stories are filled with imagined realities.
They erect their own corpus on a land of falsities
Left only with mislaid dreams of not taking time with the whole cloth.

Sleep

And the sun roved into darkness
And gazed upon the luminous moon
With its golden stake rays

And the moon burst into brightness
And showered upon the gloomy earth
Its glorious white shiny spectacle

There I was,
Tangled in the loins of another
The moonlight, a tattoo on my skin

Her touch soothed me
Her presence calmed me
And her being laid me to transient rest

The Tune of My Heart

Beyond prevailing heart songs
I yielded to fashion a tune of wonder
pulses and beats that do not belong.
I pondered over and over
decoding layers of mystery
a speck of awe within is reached.
I roved about along the fields
expanding beauty nurturing my touch
a rush of melodious breeze flooded my fancy.
Deep into a distinct essence 
gorgeous voices started resonating
one secret is leaked!
Hills and mountains carved my air
what a flair!
I drifted out to the lake
lost for words in my world
I reached for a sip
an aura of magic wrapped my core
brimful, but wanted more.
Wide my heart
I leafed through abundance of scenic allure
Supreme fascination beheld!
A puff of relish is breathed
my tune of wonder is conceived!
 
June 23rd, 2018

Why Am I

I was all alone,
My juvenile lost; 
As deserted land, 
Always yearned for quenching thirst; 
Explored ambiance for moist vapour,
To form thundery wet cloud;
Lost in illusion world,  
In quest of 'who I was';
Never knew where I was,  
Roved subconsciously,
In pursuit of finding "Me";
Never could know without
Accomplishing the utmost karma,
Entrusted by spiritual lord;
Never seen him but perceived, 
Felt when I was sad;
Then as a reflecting mirror, 
A ladylove came in my life,
Vision of me could see in her;
Her attraction was enticing welcome,
Cohere both together as one;
Explore the next stage, 
Giving life new one;
For what I was for, 
On this earth for;

© Sadashivan Nair

The Unquestionable

He roved to their yard with fire
He bounced to the barns
And blazed them down to ashes.
They watched in pains
As he blamed it upon the fire.

He wandered to their stream with filths
He traversed to its source
And spread upon its face the filths.
The groaned in pang
As he blamed it upon the filths

He strolled to their market with light fingers
He made for their purses
And poured them down his porch.
They whimpered in grief
As he blamed it upon the fingers

He paced to their yard, again
He poached their pots
And protruded his big belly from them.
A young lad from the new edge of the yard
Whispered "but this isn't right".
"Hush!" The elders cautioned
In defeated voices
"He is the unquestionable, a blue blooded being"

To Lady and the Dog Star

They said a funny Latin word,
they said that you were dead,
yet merrily you wagged your tail
when I took you to the vet.
 
You were not kind to chickens,
as well the neighbors know,
or come to that, to ducks and geese,
and yet I loved you so.
 
Oh, to recall the bygone days
we roamed and roved together,
sometimes when snow lay all about,
sometimes o'er hills of  heather.
 
Our walkies to the liquor store,
our excursions to the bar,
and all those times you led me home
when I couldn't use the car.
 
At night, I swear, an angel
looms in the purple sky,
and on a gently twinkling leash
you, Lady, lead  on high.

Night Earth

A suave gaze, woolly texture, embellished the gaiety gesture -
of the charmeuse moon, perched like a napping heavenly dove,
Swarms of floating stars, clothed its beaming bride-like allure,
Its immortal repose, like a peek into celestial treasure trove,
Cashmere sparks erased, encroaching vestiges of darkness’ wilting cover, 
Grotesque shades stealthily evanesced, like an absconder jilting a stray-lover.
Often, rustling forests fanned their chastity, within earth’s soothed solitude,
While courting birds, would with the soulful stillness, intermittently interlude.
Fireflies roved like blazing butterflies, mountains gleamed from sparse distance -
Skies; were like suitors charming the earth with transient romance,
Meantime, demulcent breaths of pulsating night, induced like zephyrs opiate,
As flesh-less caresses of moist-less air, evoked tranquility insatiate,
Heaven’s graphics, sculptured in mortal picturesque of majesty ephemeral -
as I watched the Night Earth, become a real-life mural.

© Maverick Nyambu

Tis Simply Love

it moved on its own like electricity 

shimmering 
sparking in the wires
arcing light
or 
like air in my tires
...you rolled 

drove me
roved me with sleight of hand 
melt of my belts 

turn of the wheelhouse
you slid me to left
rocked me hard to right
dressed me 
cloaked me
in one single wild flower
you caressed me 
with silk
stole my manners...you left nothing of me 
I was the milk and honey
you drank 
grew tall and I small 
humbled before the tidal turquoise caverns 
deep trenches
rip tide pull

I am round as the supple pie
you lithe as stripped bark
my rings go round and ripple outward into the world
you satellite me 

I forever circle you

Elton Porter 1907-1924

Elton Porter

1907-1924

(An Ode to Luella and John)

My best friend John Molina, and I

Spent many a carefree afternoon on bareback,

Astride the furious gallups

Of our sure-footed steeds;

Barefooted in summer and bundled up in winter;

We rode and ranged over the northern foothills,

Ablaze with mustard blooms in spring,

In search of squirrels and sunsets.

We roamed and roved like Crusaders,

Over those imposing heights,

Awash in winter mud and debris,

Seeking the Holy Chalace of freedom,

But still rich in grace,

Rich in impetuous youth.

And we both talked at length,

About Luella, the girl we most admired;

Certainly not for her obvious beauty, no.

Certainly not for her alluring bashful ways, no.

But instead, for her sublime singing voice.

Ah, I remember it well!

That day in this cemetery long ago,

She sang “All Or Nothing At All” by the front gate there,

And lo, the Muses all gathered in spirit roundabout,

Gathered to christen our surging hearts to the gods,

With a soft embrace,

And a simple kiss.

Where Am I Now

There once was a tailor
I got him to stitch me a shirt
he humbly said, "It is thirty bucks"
I enquired, "Is it in dollar, rupee or in pound?"
Not sure where I am now
As I roved from so much

Earth At Night

A suave gaze, woolly texture, embellished its gaiety gesture
The charmeuse moon, perched like a napping heavenly dove,
Clothed by swarms of floating stars, glazing its snowy allure,
Glimpses from immortality’s repose, a peek into celestial treasure trove,
Cashmere sparks chased, encroaching vestiges of darkness’ wilting cover, 
Grotesque shades stealthily evanesced, like an absconder jilting a straylover,
Rustling forests fanned their chastity, into earth’s soothed solitude,
Only courting birds would through the soulful stillness intrude.
Fireflies roved like blazing butterflies, mountains gleamed from sparse distance
The night, suitor clad by fleeting flirtations of splashing romance,
Demulcent breaths of pulsating night, inducing like zephyrs opiate,
Fleshless caresses of moistless touch, evoked tranquility tunefully satiate,
Heaven’s graphics, sculptured in mortal picturesque of majesty astral,
Earth at night, an idyllic paradisiac mirror, of vistas ephemeral.

© Maverick Nyambu

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