Short Allayed Poems

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Always Wanted To Travel the Stream In Liquid Form

allayed down the alley
streaked down every street
Rode on every road
languished with the lane
close was always loss
Avant guards the ave knew
squares were never around
Just tray revealing


Premium Member His Majesty's Guests

In the hall, my guests were assembled. 
"Your Majesty", their spokesman trembled,
and so, I allayed their idle fears
to the sound of drying tears.
I'd never welcomed such guests as these.
To the left, were crackers.  To the right, was cheese.
Form: Rhyme

Til We Meet Again

My parents have been gone 
for many, many years 
but it was always they 
who wiped away my tears, 
held me close in their arms 
and allayed all my fears ! 
Now that I am older,
seeing them again now nears...
I pray to them each night...
who knows what an Angel hears !
Form: Rhyme

One Nation

I am black
You are white
You are my brother.
I am dark
You are red or light
It makes it better.

When we hold
Fears are allayed
Warmth for cold
For one another we are made.

Our language may differ 
Not a barrier to love, to offer
I am here you there
Yet ,we can care
In prayer, in giving
One nation without envy
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Spring Or Fall Forever

There are reasons
  for changing seasons
Spring or Fall forever, you say
  Consider if you had your way...

Gorgeous sunsets every day
  Leaves' bold colors on display
Flowers blooming, hill and vale
  Oceans dotted with billowing sails...

Are there reasons
  for changing seasons?
Spring or Fall forever, you say? ~
  My concerns allayed
May your wish be God's obey
Form: Couplet


Lady Sleep

Laying, aching for sleep.
Waiting, hurting too deep.

Lady sleep gently wraps her arms around me,
Skin soft as the warm summer breeze.
Painting her delicate face to me,
Burning, instilling permanently.
My perfect reality.

Illuminating the intangible.
Touching the untouchable.
Loving the unlovable.
Making real of the fakes.

But she comes and goes everyday,
a thirst that can never be allayed.

Morning Dewponds

Glassed Waters
                    Heavy Cobalt
Bejeweled of morning star
                    Mirroring beauty

Tranquil Waters
	Azure eyed
Life of only this moment
	Presuming nothing

Allayed Waters
	Emerald warmth
Splashing of morning glory
	Animated Verve

Sweet Waters
	Cooling Jade
Scented deep in spring rain
	Swelling rebirth

Still Waters
	Sapphire subtle
Filling drops of gentle ardor
	Granting hope

Undertone

Undertone 
 

Whispering breeze 
From the smile of her 
Divine blossom 
Cleaved the solidity 
Of my melancholy life
And allayed my ache
That captured my heart
By mesmerizing the devil of 
My Achilles' heel 
My unknown myself 
And transformed me 
As a hedonic to ramble  
In the garden of joy; 
Then, I kissed on her cheeks
And whispered into her eyes
To not to leave me, ever,
And to live with me forever;



R K Chowdary Jasti
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Whose Child Is This

Whose child is this, before me laid A gift of God, from his love made Two tiny hands my heart embrace This one who chose my world to grace So innocent, so unafraid As each small feature is surveyed Life as I knew it starts to fade As I gaze down upon this face Whose child is this Oft to my Lord, my wish conveyed Each evening for this child I prayed All my misgivings now displace My emptiness of heart erase Has He at last my fears allayed Whose child is this
02//23/2012
Form: Rondeau

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