Secretes Poems

Fragrance Of A Rose

Within the secret sacred shrines of rose
Dwells a scent. This aroma, like gold, glows.
Creation flows. Existence is the scent.
Though the rose fades, its scent lasts without end.

The scent is not on her external skin.
This is in the clashes of seasons' spin.
This aroma springs from her spotlessness.
The fragrance finds the bloom's bottomlessness.

Soul is the core of the scent of goodness.
Within it abides showers of kindness
The stream of scent secretes with dispassion.
It's from here the scent spreads as compassion.

pain hiku

                                     \
       pierced heart    \ €/ secretes~……~
                                                            “
                                              nectar  “  to solidify
                                                           “
                                                           ^
                         forming pearl of    pain

Fulcrum Of A Rose

Within the secret sacred shrines of any rose
Dwells a well filled with fountains of a unique scent.
This scent pervades the florescence as each bloom glows.
Though the rose may fade, its scent endures without end.

The fragrance is not on her peripheral skin.
This aroma arises from her spotlessness.
Facing each thick and thin of the seasonal spin
The fragrance finds the inmost shrine's bottomlessness.

My soul is the fulcrum of the scent of goodness.
It's from here that the scent spreads in acts of compassion.
With the unending showers of divine kindness
The stream of scent secretes and flows with dispassion.

Could any rose forget and forsake her fulcrum?
It's towards the lesser-known scent, I Am a Pilgrim.

Eyes Closed

Hands twitch
remembering the sensations
of the fingering flesh.

Side by side we sleep
between ghost worlds.

Feather whisps
of body awareness
anchors us
to one deeply breathing bed.

In that place,
skin secretes thought and sight,
we dream each other's dreams.

Are we more in love
there
in that nether land
then when fully awake,

when our tongues are
loose and sly?

Mulberry Trees And Butterflies

The phone rings red
Like an accusation 
Love is fleeting not dead
Embrace emancipation 

No longer a thing teal
Fantastic run we had
I no longer fuchsia feel
Sad that you are mad

I have to be selfish
Like you were to me
I’m allergic to shellfish
And you swam straight to me

As a purple people pleaser
Wanted to be your everything 
Chameleon love life a teaser 
Joy left me with the spring

Mulberry trees dance in breeze
And butterflies rage a ballet
I’m a sunflower of golden peace
And self love secretes serenade

Pearls don't sparkle they reflect light

Strong, resilient, iridescent
Trapped in folds, they are translucent
Culture cultivate grafted right
Pearls don't sparkle they reflect light

Mollusk secretes nacre layers
Wild pearls fetch prompt giga payers
Placed right they are prettiest sight
Pearls don't sparkle they reflect light

Implant good in delicate soul
Ego, pride, hate, lust can play foul
Turn to true source to be moonlight
Pearls don't sparkle they reflect light

Kindness, faith and love are virtues
Rare, admirable true values
They attract source and return bright
Pearls don't sparkle they reflect light

Almost Time

If you say my mind is dark, then wait until the light goes out
I write about the earth's pain and suffering that's coming about

The happiness that we once had was an afterthought 
I'm just a woke person with a shining light walking thru the dark

The nature that I live has taught me so much
The brightness in my mind is the rainbow of touch

It secretes the knowledge to the above-mentioned
Were the mental tries to escape like a physical detention
 
Now, it's time to elevate to the most highest degree
Stop letting the world see you blind when you know you can see

Let's leave the shackle in the closet and open up the door
Release the energy of negativity and be much more

Let the world taste your desire and fearless ways
So we can rejoice and live out our last days.

Eternal Codes

Under the falling snow
let our privacy go! 
Let the breath go on rocking....
Just drop down your secretes 
in hurry! 

Time is too short
To wait for the right moment
To make the right move
		Every time…

Come on running to me 
Not so softly with your bemused stride.
Not so gently like a virgin girl
Not so slowly like the widow
		Waiting long in solitude

Here I’m with my balls
Hanging perpendicular
Like the pendulum
Keeping track of every second

Drop down your secrets
Drop by drop
All the falling snow will translate 
Every moment for the next millennium 
And entire humanity will repeat
The ultimate rhymes 
Decoding the eternal codes…

©SriSuvro 5’ August 2024

White feathers

God sends pets without wings so no one will suspect they are angels ..."- Unkown

 
Our invisible God,
difficult to undescribe Him,
Nobody saw Him,
but He lives in our pets.
Our dogs bark,
we don't know what they say,
until you know their meaning.
They bark for many reasons,
they say secretes we sometimes can't understand 
Our cats meow,
nobody knows the meaning
unless you are attached to them.
A parakeet gives you a kiss because it means that loves you.
Our Dear God made an Universe where the pets are disguised for us to choose them.
Whoever you choose will be your choice, take care about them, because they last the most important time of your life.
Pets are sent by our God to give us love, something we 
don't find in people most of the times.
Angels with no wings
flying next to us
making our life happier.
Be everything for them to live their whole life,
don't take their whole life for you to be disguised with white feathers.

Zen

I go within my being and touch the core of my soul.
Like a monk in deep meditation, my mind is quiet.
Exploring the hidden, unknown truths has become my goal.
My conscience and consciousness are filled with blissful delight.

Insight, like the nectar within flowers, secretes in me.
Patience, as in cranes, amalgamates with self-control.
Concentration pervades me like that of a honey bee.
Intuitions, not impulses, play a paramount role.

I'm alert in my waking, sleeping, working, and dining.
Unlike flooding rivers, my movement is like a calm stream.
I could feel, wisdom and truth, like celestial light, shining.
This cosmic existence turns into a heavenly dream.

Each movement and moment is filled with sensitivity.
My thoughts, words, and deeds are born of psychic tranquility.

Oceans - of Thought

| Oceans - Of Thought |

Harmonised hypothermia sets 
through the darkened depth 
of the chasm deep,
Like a heavy-weighted wreck 
of my linguistic mind.
As blithe planulae float 
amongst the turquoise torrents 
of the surging tides.
Efflux my porous skin 
that secretes the bitter brine,
Void of lust, my halitous breath.

When will I find the courage 
that guillotine faith;
cut across these saline soothing shores
That reflects like crystalline glass,
that rips and takes.
But, incompetent to see more;
the calm of the sea.

But under tide 
the waves topple above 
like whitewash remembrances
Beckoning me to emerge and find,
Flavours of youth 
in the lull of the sea
So I begin searching of forever freedoms 
in the caress of the breeze.

I say my adieu to the abyss-abundant sea
My love for the ocean;
Is a coral of burnt sienna, 
tipped with lanvanda, 
and blushing pinks.
The azure's solvent divinity 
has annihilated fear
Like an oakum of my sanity
My mind finally carefree.

Nature

Nature

You’re the puzzle that baffles the wisest of men
You’re the mystery that guards the sacred scroll
You’re the beauty that inspires wizards and bards
You’re the bait that lure enlightened souls
You’re the guardian of the secretes —known and unknown
You’re the past, the present, the future and beyond…

Les Braves

Les Braves

(Iambic Pentameter)

Tan sands conceal deep furrows of their pain,
As churned emotions scream on the light breeze.
The rushing lather bubbles with red stain,
While mortar clouds suppress the dying wheeze,
That madly dared to reach the cliffs in vain.

The hostile bluff still taunts a flying skein,
Where warriors bravely tried to scale the crest.
The rock secretes long tales of plaintive strain,
Of ones that fought abreast for the oppressed,
and finally achieved the winning gain.

Yet no win comes without a shocking loss,
As the escarpment holds the treasured sons,
That fought the menace of the iron cross,
to fall heroic to opponents’ guns,
but proudly rest in peace ‘neath the grave’s moss


Note:  Just came back from a visit to the D Day beaches and the American cemetery at Colleville-sur-mer, a great place of reverence.

3rd place trophy winner

10.21.22
Contest: 3 stanza poem in quintain (Sicilian)
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins

I Write Because

Does little nightingale say the cause of her song?
I write; I do not know how long my voice will gong;
Does the peacock ask a favor from you to dance?
Don't all wild, when needed, their little mite enhance?

I thought, I will write to change this world; I was wrong;
Who reads these-days? Especially poetic song; 
Does the elephant fail to trumpet when needed?
Poems, from time immemorial, proceeded...!

Pigs know, before time, appearance of the earthquake, 
Crows caw before a guests steps in a little home; 
When an eagle can any sleeping person awake,
Can't a poet, at-least, in his memories roam...?

Buds bloom; nectar secretes; bees and flies fly around,
Should not a poet, ultimately, make his sound?


01 September 2022 
I write because Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Revelations

Revelations
David J Walker

And now I know 
	The certainty 
Of the coming 
	Of autumn 
When these 
young green leaves 
must turn and fall

It is Spring 
	And I am thinking
Of last winter 
	And the cruel coldness
Of the winter to come

I am thinking of 
	Split logs burning to ash

As if funeral pyre 
But it was the only way 

	We could stay
	Warm

I am thinking of my father
	Who passed 
	Ages ago

I wonder if he is thinking of me
	As I dream of him

Silently saying 
	Privately conveying 

The secretes awaiting 
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