Short Vista Poems
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her mind
a box of
melted crayons
her hands
a vista of fire
magic wands
raked over
the coals
Every Poet
is a dealer in hope
His words of betrothal
with feelings elope
He stands at the vista
of many denied
And changes forever
— what history will cry
(The New Room: July, 2026)
Between two trees there was the view
As though through a heart
A heart that is very true
Radiating colors of different hues
Dark gray water almost black
Lapping, clapping at the shore
Seems the beach calls don't slack
But scenes can change for evermore
i will miss sierra vista
but not the people
i will miss the purple peaks
and the heavy hikes to them
looking at a sprawling sunrise
while im lying wide awake
i will miss sierra vista
but not he people
cause all the good guys
that i like
are leaving with me
I AM VISTA
i am artificial
i am disposable
i am programmable
i am binary
i am machine
i am obsolete
i am error
i am problematic
i am incompatible
i am vista
there is no light
on the faraway screen
i do not like this energy
i exist too nervously
the monitor is watching me
i am overdue for servicing
Form:
What a graceful venusian divine belle..!
Resembling Lotus Goddess in tale
Floral festival and her fabulous fervour
Dancing with zeal and vigour
Shows her being vibrant full
Radiant countenance just cheerful
When stands amidst the bevy
She steals my attention heavy
All this rhyming fool needs much
Her benedictions in tons such..!!
A figurine par excellence
An angel with brilliance
Dusky looks heavenly
Couture cools celestially
Damsel or diva delighting
Belle boldly bewitching
Svelte, slender and stylish
Dwells in a den so lavish
Luscious lips and aroma
Enticing is Lord Minerva
Dazzles in buttoned shirt
Glitters in gown and skirt
Any garment suits superb
Brassiere bikini or just garb..!!
Belmont wallows in westering
twilight, sheep graze in cold
pastures, hares scamper,
ignoring a circling hawk.
Blackpool's urban sprawl crawls off
up to the scarred horizon, the Tower
pricks the heavens like a syringe,
spilling the blood-red sun.
Evening falls, I'm all alone
and free to stare,
a wondrous, star-flecked firmament
in phosphorescent flare!
Belmont wallows in westering
twilight, sheep graze in cold
pastures, hares scamper,
ignoring a circling hawk.
Blackpool's urban sprawl crawls off
up to the scarred horizon, the Tower
pricks the heavens like a syringe,
spilling the blood-red sun.
Evening falls, I'm all alone
and free to stare,
a wondrous, star-flecked firmament
in phosphorescent flare!
Belmont wallows in westering
twilight, sheep graze in cold
pastures, hares scamper,
ignoring a circling hawk.
Blackpool's urban sprawl crawls off
up to the scarred horizon, the Tower*
pricks the heavens like a syringe,
spilling the blood-red sun.
Evening falls, I'm all alone
and free to stare,
a wondrous, star-flecked firmament,
a phosphorescent flare!
Belmont wallows in westering
twilight, sheep graze in cold
pastures, hares scamper,
ignoring a circling hawk.
Blackpool's urban sprawl crawls off
up to the scarred horizon, the Tower*
pricks the heavens like a syringe,
spilling the blood-red sun.
Evening falls, I'm all alone
and free to stare,
a wondrous, star-flecked firmament,
a phosphorescent flare!
Buoyed up by the syntheses of the past,
idyllic murals of green hills open paths
to a healing truth.
What say the brown camels of Casablanca
to assassins nursing festered wounds of
new Karma?
Yesteryears recline on the shoulders of
a greying age, chanting songs to a
departing future — quicker on the heels of potentates.
Drums fade atop lonesome, hollow-crested
landscapes, accompanied by the invoked,
naked past.
Besides being a wife to soldier
She nurtured life skills in her daughter
How to overcome odds and upsets
Only to reach the collosal heights
Trained her doting doll cute
Thus being her first pedagogue astute
Not an easy task of
Being an army man's better half
But she did with elan and finesse
Symbolic of Her Highness
Making her kid very successful
She did her job simply powerful
I yearn to be her son in next
Birth so that I have her love best..!!
Perennial grace belongs to my mother
Stunned to look at her charm shower
Evergreen pose has stories plentiful
Ok kid, war and life blissful
Lotus gives its glorious presence
Rosy lips prove their essence
Eyes speak volumes of emotion
Attitude is full of passion
Sub-continental norms umpteen
Belong to this diva in teen
Towering beauty with traditional outlook
Compells me verse by hook or crook
May I get power to write
Words to extoll her charm bright..!!