Short Ebbed Poems
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holding what the twilight brings
sleepless nights, empty dreams
close my eyes, visions creep
passion ebbed, moonless beach
At the peak of her power
the Queen felt oddly weak
Her desire ebbed by the hour
~ of greed does ambition reek
“Whither, whither go thou?”
“Through rumbling seas I shalt plow…”
“Ere sunrise I shalt return, and ere
The sable darkness avows…”
Our eyes met in the supermarket queue,
She sent my heart a flutter,
But then all thoughts of love ebbed away,
In her basket, margarine not butter.
Death
Sadness came
Like nothing before
A wave of tears that followed
Like a strong tide moving to shore
And ripping strongly at life
The dark tide ebbed
Then stronger
With power
Strength
as sure as the lightning flash
before the monsoon starts
as sure as the thunder crack
that follows that above
as sure as the tide flows in
after it has ebbed
as sure as the love you bestow
without question or remiss
Tide ebbed from the sea,
sublime poetic fervor
charge and impetus
enhanced responsiveness leads
unbounded benevolence.
Briny deep, long crested waves
forever beating the shore.
3/27/2019
Poetry Contest: CHALLENGE
Sponsored by: Martin Brown aka ManPoet
She believed in Astrology
he believed in her
Their White House chart in symbols strange
whose doctrine ebbed and flowed
She believed the stars made sense
her love had made him blind
To what his darkest fears had robbed
— a modern day Tom Joad
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
I was getting the wind but was myth
As he odium me was the real truth
Lone wolf I remained, solo from reality
And suffered the pain of libel..!!!
Conk-out he did and joined another chum
The truth kept me soothe
I shivered in the ail of conk-out and zest
And ebbed in this dark cosmos..!!!
The cruel laughter of the soul
Laments its flagellation by time,
Ebbed on the flattened stones of
A raped river.
Sorrow, an amanuensis of silence,
Reads the minutes of the last meeting
Held within dying doors, between
Mind and soul, two warring nations
Of a proud heart,
Now asleep with bloodshot eyes.
Listen to poem:
The moon was rising
pulling at the sea
– toying with it,
gutsy and playful.
I felt the commotion
racing me, tugging at me
– drenching me.
Right up ‘til tides ebbed,
baring again the
hard shingles of life.
AP: 2nd place 2022
Collaboration with Chandana Ramachandran
Posted on January 31, 2022
Born in 1161, Jerusalem had a son
An heir to the throne, an ill one
Moving and acting a normal son
A bloody prey, eaten inside of the Chosen One.
For people's wealth, his left arm prospers
For brotherhood and peace, his right arm decrease
Health ebbed his vespers
Perished in 1185, with mask and sheaths
to cloak his disease...
hoisted hanker bruised
vying voluptuous view
eerie oddities oozed
fostering felon fluid
porous pills punctured
sassy seals structured
mental horizon melted
gnawing gaunt glued
hefty heels drooled
pulpy peers pulsed
gnashing gifts gulped
callous crest cupped
gullible Greek bled
etched acumen ebbed.
'20:03:16:14:54
Note: Dedicated to Virgil.
holding what the twilight brings
sleepless nights, empty dreams
close my eyes, visions creep
passion ebbed on moonless beach
wander, footsteps in smooth sand
head down on deserted strand
listen to the ocean speak
what I hear that leaves me weak
turn around go back to start
left alone with this full heart
no one feels this love I seek
wandering on a moonless beach
I had success,power and wealth
but then
unrest made me its pen
Unease,dis-ease unravelled
thoughts in my mind
shalom,I could not find
I searched,re-searched
voyaged I know not where
yet
trust and faith found me there
Questions ebbed
doubts flowed 'ere I made my plea
He heard,and now I see
enraptured by the bliss current
thoughts automatically ceased
abiding in pure awareness
demons of our past were released
doing nothing save being still
we became holder of the flame
earthy desires have ebbed away
God realisation’s our aim
poised as such by day and by night
knowing all doings will be done
we remain thus in time stretched peace
feeling with the universe one
Dark, tranquil night grew fidgety
With fits of whooshing wind
And sleep, serene, it ebbed away
With pelting, driven rain
While wife of mine, she clutched my hand
‘Neath bedclothes warm and soft—
All through the storm we cuddled tight
As branches bobbed, they thrashed;
Pale dawn, at last, all gray and wet
Brought Eros on a call:
He saw our love, his grin he flashed,
A tempest then stirred up.
Cast be thy fate to live in exile
Bated be your fair fluffed fleece
Face of said avenue beguiled
Ebbed a carmine masterpiece
Ebony landscapes you adorn
The eyes of thousands you have hooked
Whines sharp replicas of thorns
Question mark shaped be such nooks
Appeased the ice queen had appeared
Fabricating jagged thrills of mirth
A concept quite eerie, yet linear
'Til done apart by spineless dearth
DIGNITY
The racing crowd streamed from the station,
And flowed towards the bus stop.
It ebbed at the kiosk for cigarettes,
Swirling around two undignified ripples:
An old beggar crawling on the ground,
Scrambling for a few coins scattered;
Three pigeons walking awkwardly around,
Scrambling for a few scattered crumbs.
The human race was more dignified
As we scrambled for crowded buses.
She
sizzles and
her curves crawl
pulsating obsession ignites.
Raptures
of the flesh
charging her heart beats
laden in power of entrapment.
Temptation
tickles down the spine
raking memoirs in ebbed eyes
charging her heart beats to fly.
Raving
passions in drapes
of heat
captivating postures.
I
embrace at the neck
cling to her body
sweet
For
I be the
STOLE
in her desperation.
I am not the person I once was
I am the person I don’t want to be
I have no energy, no enthusiasm
I have no passion for things that surround me
I have ebbed, never to return
I am barren of creativity
This thing called depression
I care not where it takes me
Now alone, I hear the voices that once inspired me
They have no meaning, just cacophony
I have been shaped by negativity
I have been diminished by mediocrity
The first time I saw you - there -
Sophisticated, warm-blooded,
And for a kiss, you blubbered -
Barbary lipped, presenting the bill.
If I'd snuggle up, you'd cover me in fur.
Coo-ee! A real little nest egg,
Said you had it all laid out -
Liar!
Paid me up the river,
Rule of the rudder,
Waddling off -
As though your feet were webbed.
Then, as the tide ebbed -
More of me bled.
Keep your platitudes, Platypus!
A long hard look softens to the touch
life lines rivers that ebbed and flowed
the midstream upstream fight
has left its nicks and scars
but the brooks that babbled batting lashes
that sent splashes over laugh line rapids
and pooled in floods of pain
have all eventually
come to swirl
in the curled corners
of an ultimately unerodible smile
11.26.2019
The Metaphor of your Face Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
The rotting process,
The ailing wood,
Slowly its strength ebbed,
Gradually its resilience declined,
Blemishes made inroads to its core,
Its roots became feeble and frail,
Its boughs withered,
They fell off like drops of rain,
When wood becomes earth,
It is washed away by seasons” denude,
When wood sleeps,
It is home to crawling creatures,
A loss to nature’s tapestry,
A marker for tomorrow’s frayed beauty.
June 22, 2022.
The first ever teachers
now idle
at the entrance,
with feet benumbed.
Drunk with feelings
and wisdom being ebbed,
they fly lies,
he said – not me.
Crowned with thorns,
wearing briers
and clenching our rags
HOME we left.
Shelters mocked at us
and insults rained on us;
here, we stand again
but at the entrance.
Shall we rush into the class
as a troop
and sprinkle emotions
on the withering plants.
02/08/2020