PSYCHEDELIC
There was a decade, it was the 60’s I’m sure
When everyday things were just a little bit off
As if there were rumblings in the earth’s core
And when scripted lines gave way to improv
There were plans afoot, some quite nefarious
A Hippy time, with weedy substances to share
And was the dawning of the Age of Aquarius
Minds set free and wearing flowers in the hair
Rainbow colours swirled to the sound of sitars
Free love, at least it may have been for some
And a coming of age of good electric guitars
Whilst others just sat crosslegged acting dumb
Psychedelia was a mind state and the fashion
Radical changes working through the system
And all things anti-establishment, the passion
Rules got lost and older people missed them
The time when all free expression took a lift
We may look back at it with little veneration
Not only tectonic plates that began to shift
We still hear echoes of that Beat generation
Categories:
sitars, butterfly, crazy, hair,
Form: Rhyme
"Syzygy"
Behind the wet dunes
fringed with seagrass
a blood crescent
kisses the forehead
of dreamer traversed
twin aeon syzygy
barefeet the velvet
sophia imprints
softly speak
like words seen
dancing across
the place between
heaven and earth
mapping deviations
non-standard
calibrating alignment
played forward through
unchartered jaded
emerald forests
where the satin skin
becomes sparkling
crystalline it shatters
like a shell disgarded, then
the body of no substance
becomes transparent
enveloped in rapturous
Devabani heralding
commands cast
from divine throats
lutes and sitars
whirling nightingales
dervishes wingspanned
accompany angelic legions
the journey melts into
deep blue mysterious oceans
easily walked, hypnotic the
transparent beckoning,
this is the way come,
come, come closer
closer, come forward,
on higher Elysian steppes
the bride smiles
an unspoken secret
and turns
the eyes are
twin windows
like doorways
opening
swallowing
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
sitars, dream, muse, mystery,
Form: Narrative
A drone be, a male bee,
useless in hive of she's,
except at mating time!
Expelled when job done.
A drone is monotonous hum
of sitars and bag-pipes,
mantras meditating,
prayer wheels.
A drone is now an aerial vehicle,
an unmanned helicopter
used for surveillance
and dropping bombs.
A modern form of warfare
whose hum is feared
for the terror it brings
anonymous and remotely
with the sender
out of harm's way.
Just as the bullet be,
when it leaves the barrel
of the way off shooter's riffle.
The drone is still so masculine
but hardly humdrum,
anymore.
Categories:
sitars, conflict, death, flying, war,
Form: Free verse
Oo those saccharine melodies,
Those yummy and dulcet candies,
Like this midsummer in June,
Sing one song in one tune.
Though music has evolved,
Still it feeds our hungry souls,
Like today’s world is of rock’n’roll,
Where verses and stanzas insanely troll.
Like the falcon tunes soar,
Like the thunder tones roar,
Emotions flow like blue seas,
Letting ones prison soul free.
Though fine art may be music,
Still believed to be a white magic,
Like a talisman are it’s effects,
seductive but it’s not a defect.
Yesterday was of drums and sitars,
Today is of pianos and guitars,
Euphoria lies within the strings,
Secret of inner peace and grins.
Life is a melody the strings in your fingers,
Lyrics are in your mind but tunes may linger,
Play the best song along your way whenever,
Music is love and love remains forever!
Categories:
sitars, 9th grade, cheer up,
Form: Rhyme
A radio aired an awful auld aria,
Astounding all my aged aural edifices
In eerie aura of araucaria trees
Aching angrily in a loud typhonic breeze.
My brain wanted to burrow to escape the pain
Of sounds as a warren of rabid jackrabbits
Digging to escape mangy slobbering coyotes
Howling hungrily in panting pursuit of prey.
Such a scratchy song, if played in the briny deep,
Would chase crazy-eyed kraken to the mountain tops.
Callas, Verdi and Puccini would flee their graves
For a screechy symphony of barbed wire sitars.
Praise be! The off button my shaking hands did find;
I woke up, pressing on my belly button hard.
Categories:
sitars, angst, emotions, music, storm,
Form: Free verse
Man’s Origins
Searching for origins, from perhaps stars. (10)
Conclusive evidence, apes? (7)
Chaos, madness encumbers and it jars (10)
Religions poke presumptions (7)
Mythology, astrology, “too far!” (10)
Confounded naysayers, truths (7)
Leading absolutely nowhere, they mar (10)
Yet, faith, belief, knowing truth (7)
Journeying beyond, all seen, avatars (10)
And knowing goes full circle (7)
Our universe sings with divine sitars (10)
©2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved
Learning exercise
Syllabic and Free verse exercise. Syllable counts at ends
Any suggestions are very much appreciated... Thanks!
Categories:
sitars, conflict, poetess, universe,
Form: Free verse
The silver lining has taken its root off the shores,
Ithaca, known for its valour,
Its existence, a mirage to many
Swords and sitars are bravehearts' game
Whose side shall your armour fall for?
Whose sword shall your thrust be?
Mind's hearts, its sharpness
Taste till the sun shines no further;
I
Wish.
It burns to feel its thong
So sweet; its sharpness
The Eagle's velvet, gone,
Whose army shall I battle to gain?
The Eagle's velvet; authority stands.
If it be gone,
I shall roam its gain
Moon shall crawl, the sun, dance,
When the Eagle's velvet comes home.
Categories:
sitars, africa, age, depression, emotions,
Form: Classicism
The Sun dupes me at dusk - my world turns grey -
Leaving me alone with the distant stars...
Will you marry me on Valentine's Day?
Rivers have gone to meet the sea - at bay
Rest - poured their love in the shallow of marsh
The Sun dupes me at dusk - my world turns grey
Cuckoos are busy in nuptial play
Rest are singing along with the guitars
Will you marry me on Valentine's Day?
Your long absence makes my faint heart to fray
Following your footsteps up to the Mars
The Sun dupes me at dusk - my world turns grey
The Spring is bringing colours to display
Spreading merry through the strings of sitars
Will you marry me on Valentine's Day?
Please don’t let the time – once more – slips away
Give me fair chance to heal my endless scars
The Sun dupes me at dusk - my world turns grey
Will you marry me on Valentine's Day?
01.02.16
Categories:
sitars, for her, girlfriend, heart,
Form: Villanelle
He was a writer, a fighter, an old-timer word rhymer
Always thought free verse was asinine
He was the queerest, the dearest, the tear in your beer-est
and he was one Tolkien over the line
He was archaic, prosaic, euphoric, historic
Made pentagrams optically divine
He was the cheekiest, geekiest, and uniquely freakiest
and he was one Tolkien over the line
He loved cigars and Star Wars, guitars, and sitars
Collages made his artistry torch shine
He was the jivest, high-fivest, young poet alive-est
and he was one Tolkien over the line
It's not much reward to those who are bored
but are afraid of not acting benign
Sometimes you gotta get riled, and go a bit wild
and step one Tolkien over the line
November 14, 2014
Categories:
sitars, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
Love now drifts heaven bound
somewhere up there in the ether
one day soon to be re-found
til then the stars shine brighter
Their glow lit by your heart
showing me the way to you
I rejoice as when I depart
the path comes into view
Back-lit all the way by stars
moonbeams guide me
music plays from sitars
drifting down in time
with my heartbeats
Gently I float upwards
finding you waiting for me
now never again to be apart
I sip wine in heaven's vineyards
and bask in your warm smile
united souls joined for eternity
Categories:
sitars, feelings, freedom,
Form: Verse
Oh my dearly beloved sister,
I'll come as the raindrops to sleep on your flowery heart
Nothing in this Universe possesses the power to set us apart
Compared to you and me, Monalisa is not the greatest art
When you are alone, I'll will be right with you as your breath
You are the equation for every single deliberation I do in math
My soul will still be with you even after I got racked up by death
Oh my dearly beloved sister,
When you become the night sky
I'll embellish you with dazzling technicolour stars
When you ever wanted to cry
I'll make you smile with the tunes of sitars
When your throats are going to dry
I'll cool them with the Sakura's fragrant attar
Whenever you say the word "bye"
I feel the excruciating pain of a thrusting scimitar
Oh my dearly beloved sister,
How could I ever live without your smile by my side
Oh, sincerely, without you, my heart would have dried
The aroma of your canorous words is my greatest pride
The light from your honey-splashing cheeks is my guide
In the paradise, the God had this relation forever tied...
Categories:
sitars, family, love, sistersmile, universe,
Form: Rhyme