Short Hitherto Poems
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‘My Wife drank from this cup’, said I one morning, as I woke to start my mourning.
The cup was half full - of tea - and hitherto lost memories.
I love rain
Birds fly to their nests...
That boy hitherto in sleep...
And the mid-day sun...
Sound sleeps again
...
Rains are now tears
What???!!!
How the hell...
So true, so true, so true
Hitherto unseen chance arrangements
a pictorial fiction, representation immortelle
Banal,but witty yet disconcerting in its
fortuitous resemblance to veracity
A novel way of seeing ,to the jaded eye.
Flummoxed foxes fleeing, fumbling forward from furious
Hurried heaving hounds howling hourly hitherto
Stop
Withered weathered wild woods would weep when
Man made memories murdering many mammals
Stop
He is in air wide
In tune with Whirling Dervish
Enjoying the love.
Better ones gaze at
What eyes fail to see hitherto
The best ones up there.
Resonance all over
Deep into Dervish's heart cozy
Love lives there only.
a gentle magnetic breeze suffuses form
rising from a centreless fulcrum within
hitherto dormant nodes within come alive
celebrating the sublime caress of love divine
cajoling soma nectar to drip from the bliss hive
INTO THE ELEMENTAL-:-
formal
excellent
style
united
unshakeable
yet LOOSENING THE REINS
expressing
artistic
visions
in
defiance
with a SHIFT OF EKPHRASIS
jointly
equally
honoured
hitherto
distinctive
VAIN WAIT
I look not for a life
I have got one
I look not for death
I only live once
Your search is rash
Your find is hash
Your days are haze
Your mind in daze
Come hither yonder
Some will filter sooner
Tom’s peep hitherto asunder
One is I nearing tether
THE INVINCIBLE PEN
chakras hitherto ignored now pulsate
all polarised nodes wish to merge with source
manner of change varies as does blink rate
all accomplished without the use of force
kundalini being our sole resource
that as subject and object become one
all we are aware of is bliss beat’s hum
walk to fame
singing my notes
as a virtuosic
applauded habitually
pitching new octaves
alto and tenor
our dulcet tunes
loudly echo
of seamless hearts
tickled to laughter
our guileless smile
wakes bliss
our empyrean dreams
hitherto slumbering still
to stay living
gains life
Divine Mother moves
across patterned grooves,
vivifying form
by magnetism warm.
Hitherto inert
nodes begin to spurt,
dancing in rhythm,
within body prism.
Becoming twice born,
soul presence looks on,
as heightens delight
in this wingless flight.
06-April-2022
Grass Calls for
More and more
And I water and water.
The Obese: Expires
Hitherto, that grass
Spikingly Winds up by the"Plop, Plop"
Snubbing over the drops.
And Passes.
The Olive Grass
Gawking incessantly out at the flecked Rays
I witness them dance
They post me the murmuring messages
Of the Wind.
To soul’s discourse when we deal well,
Wounds of heart hitherto heal well.
Let whole world see no good in you,
Clouds once clear, sun-moon reveal well.
______________________
Epigram | 03.08.2025 | self, heart, clouds, sun
Note: Apart from being a Muktak, this could well be the first two couplets of a ghazal.
Willows wink cautiously, stream downtrodden steep cavern
fixed twelve ancient existence, dim lit dreamscape.
Draw scribble hitherto fortune gold melt, cent tenth.
Alas awake if could name such, surround rusts faded silence.
Quit sorrow dilemma yanked empire squander
tear victim of gravity’s twisted humor,
gather laughter…
Form:
Put pen to paper and
as the ink flows
so too your strength grows.
The power of the pen
to heal and reveal
innermost thoughts
amazes.
Words within
hitherto unrecognized
take form.
As you scribe unconsciously
the introduction to self
sparks a new friendship
of intimacy.
Put pen to paper
for the combining of the two
creates a powerful force.
AVANT GARDE
narrative
motifs
initially far fateched
hitherto
full
of pathos
full
of poetry
in
bestowed pleasures
a sense
of
rapture
capturing
the everyday
fleeting
spontaneous
yet
copying
nature
with
ascertained
tendencies
of
allegorical
incidents
taken
unawares
by
symbols
of
sensitivities
acquainted
once again
Stupor pays a heavy cost,
for with soul awareness lost,
ignorance results in grief,
until we turn a new leaf.
Trapped outside but free within,
silence the way to begin,
whereupon ego recedes;
we follow, pulse of love leads.
Soul’s light, hitherto concealed,
is in timeless time revealed,
within our heart, where God dwells.
Hark ye not yet, bliss beat bells?
Pondering over this and that,
Mind simply did not work,
Everything fell quite flat,
It had been worked too much,
I do agree to full,
But it also could not remain such,
I could feel the heated pate,
As I pulled in a deep breath,
which was hitherto in a bate,
a exhaustive exhale out,
I felt it had calmed and cooled a bit,
A second later it was full of thoughts on full sprout.
When subject and objects merge, what remains,
save breathing pulsation of unity,
as all-ness in separateness ingrains
wholeness of creation in certainty,
throbbing within in continuity?
Essence of presence, in continuance,
feels each nuance through inner sentience,
radiant in the vibrant bliss current,
in playful, joyous dance of innocence,
manifesting the hitherto latent.
25-April-2021
That which does me distinguish
I cannot just relinquish
Before Cameras “Slender”
Why would I change My Gender?
All along An Insider,
My name Wilder, not Spider …
Does one seek identity
Making one Non-Entity;
Face to face with things The Right
And still opting for The Tight:
Hitherto not a Villain
Why now to it a steely chain?
The wind does not skirt billow
With Girl’s head on a pillow.
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Before The Storm
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: January/1987
Ocean wind,
wilt thou bluster
thou fierce winds
thenceforth
the storm -
She's gone
hitherto places
thou trust not
known -
Will she come back
ahead of the storm,
in love still
embraced in thou
arms -
Or, will the rain
continue to fall -
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.
I am here..To rip up any carefully concocted notions.' To stamp on obcenitys' and dis-abuse all and
Sundry of sepia toned views, of
Disgusting historical humans who
Have been hitherto venerated as
Almost God.? If not as replacements'
Indeed I will rip the rose tinted glasses
From your very noses ' And trample on
Your toes'es.' In order to wake you up.'
As indeed all heaven knows'es.)
And thats just for starters'
So help me God.!
Lies told from a broad, bold base
Strain and constrain relationships
Painting impressions that cannot embrace
Confidence in frayed friendships
Lies can’t leapfrog
Despite webs of subterfuge
Digital or analog
Concocted in a deluge
Flooding platforms
Hitherto serene
Grown stale when sullied storms
Gather momentum to clean
Fragments of laments
Swimming in rivers of regrets
Sealed in hearts and garments
That break free of sleazy secrets.
That
that was
hitherto
hidden from us,
in time is revealed.
The ego impatient,
as a doer, interferes,
impeding flow of the current,
thereby delaying our soul progress.
The path clear: we must vaporise ego!
Unable to use mind to transcend mind.
we melt into the void of stillness,
going within in quietude;
in tranquil joy solitude.
No one here resident,
save child innocent,
unresistant,
allowing
bliss to
flow.
06-November-2020