Short Revelries Poems
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darting
through footpaths
poignant memoirs yearn
for unspent revelries
where life's seasons fall in haste
" precious moments ripped by time's hands"
steering blatant revelries, ghouls engaged to death
chomping down streetlight openings in bitter stone
bow walled yew tree drifters, steps of many feet in
shallow parade to pew, the kneel cushion's betrayal
- how the shadowless crave… and the headless sing
Tonight, let's toast to life's revelries
When sparkle of moments pops fine wine,
Play on the year's red-berried stories
Relishing the grace of Auld Lang Syne!
This vear like bubbles...forever gone,
Yet through all journeys we'll entwine
Firm the resolve, to choose not what's wrong
To sing of kinship, good Auld Lang Syne!
I brushed aside
My faraway glimpses,
The many consequences
Of trifle revelries I wasted
Grasping the snippets of night time
And all abandoned pining.
Bouquets of fondled whispers dangled
Among damp stems along Riviera beach,
Still molding flit kisses in balmy shades
That stretched on coasts of sudden farewells.
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Colored leaves are earthly bound
falling soft upon the ground
making not one single sound
images of beauty found.
So many those, them, and these
tugging gently from their trees
drifting darting in the breeze
Autumn’s joyful revelries.
Hues of yellow, gold, and red
all around, soft landing dead
lying still upon their bed
in my thoughts, they live instead.
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When the heart feels low,
or the day feels too long,
just one warm cup of tea,
and you by me, that’s enough.
No revelries, no crowd,
just peace and a little quite ride.
your smile,
Your gentle touch,
my gaze,
Our heartbeats,
and tea by our side.
Always remember,
You share your laughter,
so share your pain too.
I’m here,
in every season,
for that one quiet cup of tea,
with you.
Always.!
©Chitra Arun
Behind an old rotten box,
lies a home for the lonely and unsatisfied
and while trash looks like torn leaves,
trash can be a treasure
and even create pleasure,
in delicate forms of laughs and smiles.
And on those nights when all is unkempt
pay little attention to the day,
but when dirty corners
are filled with simple revelries,
never let the day fade.
Treasure it; it's home of the gods.
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through streets of déclassé squalor, i wander,
courtesan of chaos my feet bare,
ballerina on the dirty floor
o the city's kin of decay,
ragtag orchestra plays its dirge;
an eerie swan song.
i dance with shadows, a mistress of midnight's
in alleyways, i hear the ghosts of carnal revelries,
know the dolled-up ghoul of society's sweet melee,
her cocktail shrouded in obtuseness,
shares its waves of beer-fused intoxication
Asclepius, in days when we are young,
The Music of the Spheres we first hear sung!
Through straining then, to listen and to learn,
What revelries of truth one may discern!
But we are not conceived as angels are:
A thousand mindless cares our minds must mar,
Whose troubled tides, through time, turn tyrannous tsar.
‘Tis ever and of needs a sorrowful grace,
To see a distant beauty, but in trace,
And know it is no work of mortal race.