Mysterious mysteries or half an idea
flimsy illusion join the ego to fear
Moons transparent mist silent tone
for the spirits fit to find its throne
The intimate embodiment and essence
in beauty of our almighty presence
To know more of that heart passion
high tone of spirit as daily ration
Everything and nothing are
that grace in reflection of a star
In sacred dreams therein knows
souls and greater souls repose
Memories of far off enchanted side
serenest world and urgent fate
The love haunted heart under spell
phantoms remembered very well
Categories:
serenest, extended metaphor,
Form: Ballade
Now burst forth your long-suffocated song,
You gagged lips with mute anthems sweet!
Speak of your celestial lays with angels high
In stillest skies above men's unmusical beat.
Say which den under heaven's serenest wings
Writhes most chargrined by tart mortal things.
Divulge rare trills piped by such celestial sum,
More dulcet tunes that finessed pickers strum.
Kindly whisper into this pen's Muse-eluded ear
The unheard-of strains that superior lyres pelt.
In gentler tones alien to poor harps herebelow,
Play fine ditties that earth's senses haven't felt.
Anon spill in over-millioned soothing tongues
Ethereal lines to sate this poet's aching pangs;
And in earnest buzz your time-perfected chant
To shame the best of man's cacophonous rant.
Your most inharmonic line in lame pitch sung,
Beats all tuneful vibes powered by carnal lung.
Categories:
serenest, art, mountains, muse, mystery,
Form: Lyric
Unable to escape, I remain
in these poetic chambers
that are a labyrinth of sweet refrain...
never being attacked and frightened by echoing voices
or clouds that are swollen with rain:
I'm blessed not to have heard them or felt dreariness!
Visions are converted to verses,
nothing is left to lay in oblivion to abandon rage,
a rage a forgiving heart forgets
to move on and search for thoughts in late age;
do I imagine total freedom consumed in extreme desires?
No, this is my heavenly refuge: a place of serenest image!
Categories:
serenest, anxiety, happiness, heaven, poetry,
Form: Quatern
Footsteps
Footsteps
On the ground…..
Lightly
Stepping
Without a sound…..
Tears are
Falling
As oceans sigh…..
The sun is
Descending
In her eyes…
The waters stretched their surrounding arms
Caressing her precious prints with their saline charms
Smoothing her past—an exhalation at last
As legacy lavishes the flight of her path
Withering and draining, absorbed in the sand
Are the tears she once shed—no longer does she stand
In kneeled acceptance her deep pulse unwinds
As her melodious voice falters in the plague that binds
In her serenest solitude have I kept her close
As those streams do crash upon my heart-burdened coast
I listened to her sing—as the sickness rose
Like the tide’s sudden descent, oh how life suddenly goes!
Footsteps
Footsteps
Heavy now……….
Carry her
To bury her
In the ground……….
Oceans
In motions
WAVES//COLLIDE
…..Someone beautiful…..
…..…..now has died……….
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
Categories:
serenest, beauty, death, devotion, earth,
Form: Ballad