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a prodigious pen
god's whisperings
to write now, not when
10/12/2020
Opus #2
Dutch Rachel Ruysch tableau
a painter with 10 kids or so
So prodigious *over six decades
royal commission she obeyed
*https://www.wikiart.org/en/rachel-ruysch
There once was a gal most religious
Whose love for her god was prodigious
She looked deep inside
Found fallacies most wide
She now lives a life less fictitious
Peter’s prestidigitator progeny perambulated peripatetically with prodigious prowess. Perhaps his precocity precluded presumptuous perspicacity?
January, 11, 2021
plush peach peonies
persistent pleasing perfume
prized prodigious pearl
dazzlingly divine
dramatic dark dahlias
days dreamily die
magic moonflower
mild mystifying maiden
modish at midnight
in the sky
a sharp picture forms
clarity
of shadow
omnipotent silhouette
just as suddenly
observe the single
uniqueness of its essence
solitaire
stars align
prodigious melding
of the One
The bucolic scene spread before her full white hair
That stupendous beauty whose silver did flair
Overlooking the planted fields, waiting for harvest
Youth, prodigious life in the past waiting to go the farthest
Have you had thoughts within your mind that weighed like a brick
Kept deep within your soul and burdensome from becoming so thick
Nothing else will ever compare to the prodigious magnitude of it
Keeping them trapped within your vault that you have constructed
Redwoods cloaked in green
home to golden birds, singing
up in true blue skies
So ancient and prodigious
hailing the stars and the moon
Redwood rosy morn
redwood soaked in the sunset
with silent breezes
Lord of the dark green forest
still in its vigorous youth
drought
they say
severe
they say
alarming
they say
but apple crops
are abundant
cherry crops
sublime
potato production
prodigious
rivers
are full
and rainfall
is normal
is "they say"
overactive
imagination
or planned
propaganda
I don’t claim my insight’s prodigious.
I’ve never performed noble deeds.
I’m not in the least bit religious.
I have all the usual needs.
Still, I have discovered the portal
To freedom from worry and strife:
It’s realizing I am immortal—
I mean, for the rest of my life.
Persistent for truth, he
probes to find the answers.
Perceiving, his judgment
penetrates with shrewdness.
Prepared and accurate,
prodigious in his work,
part skill, part detective.
Written on 11/16/2015
Pleiades
Don't you see laughing with eyes like the light from a gazing flashlight? The prodigious dovetail grey muk reverberates and quivers as it lives and breaths. My oh my see to it opens up showing a birthed being neither man nor woman they come from the other side. This is the old and now the new.
Time zone had become acidic.
Wear the chador softly.
Moon is coming out.
Down rushing
stillness croons.
Someone is going to outwit the night.
A night bird weighs the wind.
Why do you stand alone ?
Desires will come relentlessly.
The essence of pain.
My bronze heart,
has no prodigious injury.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Time zone had become acidic.
Wear the chador softly.
Moon is coming out.
Down rushing
stillness croons.
Someone is going to outwit the night.
A night bird weighs the wind.
Why do you stand alone ?
Desires will come relentlessly.
The essence of pain.
My bronze heart,
has no prodigious injury.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Infinity the eyes behold the ocean
At a distance the sky clinches the sea
Utopia it feels..
As prodigious ships return, others start sailing off
To wander in the vast sea space,
With no foot prints left behind to trace.
Worry not O soul, and let the waves lead
Trust them, for Mortals they always guide home
Be still, and let it sail
Violaceous lulling bell
Enchantment be thou spell
Prodigious tortile entwine
Weathered be thy vine
Solstice utmost fair
Lay waste to arctic air
Embedded mossy root
Colossal venue afoot
Keeper of florid bliss
Ambrosia ne’er remiss
Petals supple blush
Lavish wisteria lush
Wispy balsam waft
Caress be e'er soft
Atop verdant bough
Tender be thy sough
Only the good die young?
That's open for debate.
Do the great take their place?
For Pete's sake,
I've been face to face
with the pearly gates.
That doesn't make me prodigious.
I'm just stating the obvious.
I think it's fate.
I believe it's a planned escape.
When your work has been carried out,
then soon will come,
your time to be carried out.
Sometimes,
the good die young?
A misinterpreted woe
The thought of the unknown.
Discrimination
and Intimidation.
The prodigious fibs
Within politics.
No peace treaty
Will beseech thee.
For the beliefs of society must change.
Too long has insanity
Skewed the balance of harmony.
The breadth of this country must grasp what is out of range.
In time humanity evolves,
though the issue still revolves.
Perhaps forever to be unsolved.
Form:
Palsied son of prodigal love,
Do your crippled legs dream in swimming strong?
Do your strong arms and back and chest
dream flying across Earth's inviting nest?
Does your mute voice
dream in full orchestral operatic voice
flowing out through mouthed choice
and back in your polyphonic ears
and resonant mind
and resilient body?
Becoming well-felt flight
of harmonic trust
in prodigious you
with all your prodigal love.
A prodigious flock of seagulls
float seemingly, effortlessly
on a winter frigid river
like miniature polar floes.
Their harsh wailing and squawking calls
are muffled by the roaring sound
of cascade from an old dam.
Their idiosyncratic moves
manifest aquatic prowess:
Their twirling, swirling, eddying
against the current as though fixed
to each molecule of water
until they rise from the surface
into winters late morning mist.
powerful piece de resistance
precise, provocative, posturing
providing plebian pleasure
Statuesque as an Amazon woman,
Platinum or pewter? She perseveres
Prodigious? Preternatural and pivotal
Regal, brilliant, a spiritualistic luster
She sparkles with pure effervescence,
glistens with a gloriousness unknown by most
I follow her pooling petticoat into the
outer limits of my poetic imagination,
expecting nothing less than perfection.
Their ghastly buzzing’s in the air
targeting vegetation everywhere
They dive-bomb and guillotine
anything and everything green
Prodigious throngs of winged invaders
escaping from the ground
Moving in dark clouds of death
engulfing whatever’s around
They may be harmless for humanity
but the locusts’ noise drives us to insanity
Coming this May to my home state ~
though I’d prefer 17 more years to wait…
Life is similar to reading a diary
Some things that was so big and prodigious at that time
Are so insignificant now in our minds
We can look back on the pages of our lives
While we’re living
And give thanksgiving
That we’re not stuck in yesterday or yesteryear
And celebrate today with cheer
As we grow older
We’re no longer worrier holders
For we know, that this too shall pass
While living with patience and class
Knowing that there’s no impasse
Like any good poet he was a tremendous liar.
A prodigious drinker (not essential but often helpful).
He gave us words that were open windows.
He sang in the Celtic way but not the tongue.
He had the gift to make old words new.
His passion shook foundations.
I heard that in his private life
he was a right bastard, but don't know for sure.
What I do know, is that he had music in his heart,
and that I probably would not have written
a damn thing without him.