while you were still here,
I
ruminated silently,
pretending I didn't much
care,
was neither Here nor there,
and so, Your love was a ripe hanging fruit,
beautiful and free,
but i never fully partook--
I kept it under wraps,
except for a few stolen kisses
now and again,
There: here-- just a will'o the Wisp
Half-desire
floating sideways in my head.
An enchanting quirk was the thought of Love,
incongruous to my ingrained thoughts, my "common sense",
beckoning me to greener pastures --to a "real" life
that seemed too out of reach to even imagine my arrival in it,
for you were my little dewdrop,
beautiful but vulnerable;
and as I turned, I saw you
gobbled up by
the wind-- by a
breeze that disappeared
as fast as it appeared.
Your richness was lost on me-
until you were gone.
Categories:
ruminated, absence, angst, death of
Form: Free verse
I had many words,
hadn't need ink
though I wrote into inside paper
without body
some peacock feathers
greeted me
to some night west stars,
a star eyed me
on a planet
I panted thousands acre trees
there birds built their nests
I was loving all birds crossing seven seas
I was lying down on the bed
and seeing crossing the window glass
the far horizon stole the written words
by licking of kitten tongue smelled ruminated flush
this morning I find me unaided due
and discover these all were you
-Sunday, June 23, 2019 Chattogram
Categories:
ruminated, love,
Form: Free verse
I thirst for your intellect-
you quench with knowledge
I starve for your notions-
you nourish with meditations
for there is no rhyme as to why
I feel this way...
Your thoughts i n f a t u a t e my ruminated existence.
I need your reliance-
you bestow with such ease
I desire your passion-
you provide with emotion
for there is no rhythm as to why
I feel this way...
Your devotion c o n s u m e s my mused spirit.
June 4, 2018
Categories:
ruminated, love,
Form: Free verse
As I lay sleeping, I dreamed of a caravan
Chased by a hydra and a ten foot bogeyman
As I slumbered, I saw a desert moon descending
Monster lumbered as my arms were extending
In my quiescent state, I murmured inaudibly
Then I defended the procession most laudably
In my night fantasy, my strikes had no strength
My fists had no speed and my reach had no length
My nocturnal imagination had surely run amok
I lay awe struck like a sitting duck with bad luck
Was it something I ate? The residue of the day?
Was it guilt of past mistakes or something I didn't say?
As my nightmare unraveled and I awoke
I ruminated on all the feelings it evoked
As I shook loose the cobwebs and gathered my wits
I raised a middle finger to my internal abyss
Categories:
ruminated, analogy, deep, dream, evil,
Form: Rhyme
Deprived pilgrim wives ruminated
On ways to get hubbies elated:
After Thanksgiving chow
Ogling men hollered “wow!”
As wet-shirted women they rated.
Categories:
ruminated, humor, thanksgiving,
Form: Limerick
An Old Man's Elegy
All the people went home;
There was no place to go.
Shadows laughingly mocked them,
As they made their way home in the snow.
They sold the old man's house,
To the highest bid.
When the gavel came down,
It sealed the final nail on the lid.
The poor man ruminated
By day and by night.
The townspeople had done him wrong;
And there was no way to change the wrong to a right.
Something sinister ensued, that terrible night;
And nothing could ever make things the same.
One by one, in the shadows of night,
His final elegy in state, to clear his good name.
Morning broke early in the fog and the mist.
He had slept in the wood completely alone.
For all his righteous sins this old grieving man -
He would wholly atone.
You see what he did was to pay them threefold;
In precious gems and a handful of gold.
He told them his house was his life and his home;
Never again would they sell it nor would he ever to roam.
May 20, 2016 Contest: Any Poem You Ever Wrote NOT for A Contest
Categories:
ruminated, betrayal, conflict, deep, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
Millions and millions with one stone gone.
Killed by their own wrongs
From negating a path strong.
But oh, a picture perfect life shown
With three children in the form.
Altered destiny to hinder success seen.
Today, their fate is perceived. to be a ruminated future confound from all their deceits.
One stone with millions and millions of lives wrought into a mental mirage.
A figurative arrangement disarranged for other’s illegal espionage.
Fabrications documented as a true act found life attacked.
Victimization attracted by hate fashioned the image repudiated.
But oh, a path strong formed.
The life negated held on.
Today, a just soul.
Augmentation of knowledge and wisdom transformed the home front.
A sphere of influence henceforth.
An entity of a government provided the acumen.
But oh, a picture perfect life was empowered by the mendacities told.
A sage is in transition to manifest reform.
These days’ spuriousness is ameliorated by yesterday’s social injustices.
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Written December 24, 2015!
Categories:
ruminated, character, destiny, identity, image,
Form: Epic
We persist in running again.
Eyes widened by experience, open like wounds.
Heavy jaws of ruminated
Portions.
Hallucinations of wolves and foxes and mean people,
Ripped members and massacres could
Always and never happen. Our lives
Mean nothing while living in
Tastebuds of animals and those who profit
From our meat and coarse hair.
They fade in our mind, hitherto
We persist in running,
To fleetingly feel alive.
Categories:
ruminated, courage, culture, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Newton W. Moon
1853 – 1904
So, what is the truth?
My friend, have you thought deeply about life?
Have you thought long and hard about the endless ticking of time
Have you pondered and mused and ruminated with all your mind and soul?
I have lain on many an afternoon
Under the old cedar on Rideout Ranch
And I have reckoned the infinite mercies of the wind.
Have pondered the intrepid ascendance of the sun.
The simple pretense of the flower.
And I have considered the Earth’s colossal incessant turning.
Have wondered and contemplated long into the night
The whirling pulling maelstrom of the human dilemma:
To live is to ultimately die!
And so,
What is the truth, my friend?
Why are we here on this huge ball of dust and water and fire?
And where do we go after the body ceases to breathe?
My friend,
Close your eyes!
Close them tightly and never open them again!
And then you will see the truth!
Categories:
ruminated, death,
Form: Epitaph
It was a winter morning, last November
I recall my journey from my treasured frames
of amasses, titters and acts.
She was in an intermediate between red and blue
and her eyes pored out from all realisms
with a smile unnoticed on her face
Yet she burst forth with glory of her own platonisms.
Who so ever knew what she was questioning
But the forbearance that glistered
My heart answered for once
She wants to be the female monarch of her own world.
It was my keen ballet from core of my heart
her arrival was greeted with a rousing fanfare
I ruminated my own euphony
whether I'm being enamored or was it a desire.
I arrogated myself for a rime to perorate
I expected somehow to discover a woman who would love me
and embellished some oneirisms in my heart
A feeling that I was afraid of but then it seemed like am living for once.
Note: Dedicated to my Love, Piyali Shome
Categories:
ruminated, dedication, faith, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness,
Form: Rhyme
my forte and my downfall
elegant thoughts, parsed perfection
effortlessly strung, priceless pearls
tailored, fitted, mitered, alliterated
craftmanship evident to Medieval guilds
perhaps too literal, haloed, overly sincere
but you, with your scantily clad jargon
middling maudlin untold descriptions
how can posies exist
needing both water and wine
to complete the sacrement
sun and rain, imperfection of perfection
ability that adds what's missng
ruminated thoughts sought, prayed
wished, the Holy Grail as yet unfounded
oh, my secret brothers, the map reads so easily
you who know the ingredients
in Merlin's bubbling kettle
a bouillabaisse for the chef's nose
while I eat cold potatoes
Categories:
ruminated, loss, on writing and
Form: Light Verse
Inside this spectacular flare
seeped to shadows edge,
is a sadness born of leagues
sorrow freed
a forged memory shrines
in might,
timed unsheathed tears
blessed flows of comfort,
rained misery echos,
from chambered arch,
heart wells to break
this ache of mime,
these broken despairs diverged
soul searched memoir
now worn retiring,
serrated scorched flesh
burning lines seared Though,
breathlessly transformed
flourished streams unbidden-ed,
now breached
renewed
Breathing in the blackness
sprays that misery blew
pain of crushing memory
now merged,
lustrous forever,
heart strings sung before
a munimented fibril of tears,
drips quenching
a heart dwelling
within a mind
Memory graced in visions
seems broken spilling bare,
defined into the sharing
this soul de-lined despair,
hope refilled in crystal hue
deeded thought was found
shimmering in its loveliness,
these ruminated musings
blazing Love astound
Categories:
ruminated, imagination, sadheart, memory, heart,
Form: Free verse
He despaired. He was despondent and desperate.
He was impelled to violent action but restrained from acting out.
He had finally given up. He had lost all hope.
Disheartened and dispirited his will had collapsed.
Lacking confidence or courage, depression defined him.
He languished in gloom and grieved in lament.
He succumbed to a wretched tribulation,
a miserable melancholy, so forlorn was his ordeal.
He anguished over his prospects, so painful was his worry.
Desperate and wholly dejected the criminal faced his judgment.
As justice was served he fretted, ruminated, chafed, sulked and moped.
Now he faced the torment and ridicule he so easily delivered.
Finally he too understood the meaning of despair.
Categories:
ruminated, angst, depression, satire,
Form: Narrative