A time to exit the race
A time to slacken the pace
A time to inter the clock
the car too – take a walk
A time to savor every bite
to eat healthy and right
A time to call on old friends
to thrill to the good times, to make amends
A time to bounce grandkids, nieces and nephews on the knee
A time to play Pattycake, Pattycake, Pretty Please
A time to treasure, like no other
with your partner, spouse, father and mother
It took a great many years
The tangled web of strings slacken
Gravity's pull lessens and a heartbeat slows
Bonds to sordid places decay, but not fast enough
A familiar voice reads old news
The pages bleed red from black ink
The stain fades slowly
Time heals all, but not fast enough
Joy interrupted, harken back with poisonous ferocity
Smiles fade and laughter sleeps
No love can blossom in tainted soil
The rain begins , but not fast enough
An ordinary day, green shoots reach the surface
Sunlight breaks the long dark , dawn has come
So subtle it could have passed you by
Just fast enough, a new dawn, a new day
soft, soft, I ring the bells
soft, the bluebells blooming
softer tho' her pleading eyes
with each breath, consuming ...
hark, hark, I call to thee
hark, so blushes morning
hearken to her linen cheek
crimson as the borning ...
haste, haste, alas the years
haste to cut the bracken
hasten to her dimming gaze
'fore the shadows slacken ...
hush, hush, I whisper yet
hush to bide the nether
hushing now, her angel voice
gone, my love ... forever.
Foreboding of a tempestuous storm,
it blackens as it draws near,
a cumulonimbus in towering form,
extending to the troposphere,
So cast off mooring and slacken the line,
break free while there's still time,
'cause I'll pull you under if you don't let go,
Save yourself and abandon ship,
I'll take on water and sink too quick,
in gales of winds the swells arise,
these waves will break and so will I,
Roars of thunder and screeching wind,
sheets of lightning and pelting rains,
walls of waves will batter within,
until our stability wanes,
So cast off mooring and slacken the line,
untether your heart from mine,
'cause I'll drown us both if you don't let go,
Save yourself and abandon ship,
I'm taking on water and sinking quick,
in gales of winds the swells arise,
these waves are breaking and so am I
Hand on thy hand, no walking distance
Under the yellow sun wandering glance
Silence of pebbles with the striding sea
Snail pace towards the soaked shore tree
The thirst grips the tongue of our mute love
Shadow of the coconut tree greets the dove
The rhythm of the streaming water notes hum
Swinging green coconuts clip the poetic balm
Flying Swallow gazes at the black cloud for slaking
Albatross shows infinity in the harmonious ring
Coconut leaves frolic for the whistling breeze
Our love is so centripetal like the coconuts fizz
Let’s drink the coconuts with the soul of poetic verse
Drink all so alike that none do slacken none can farce
In the realm of dreams and gaiety
A rose blooms in my heart, glamour strikes with vivacity
My stretched hand reaches to fondly pet the palm
But like wind, the goddess ghostly evanesces with a calm
Dotingly I endeavor to serenade the enchantress.
Off the warbling lute the soft ditties sing
From the changing tune, the pitch to the ears sting
Yet with a sparkling giggle your spook infatuate
With fortitude, realms I’ll cross to graduate
The school of endurance you command with shrewdness
With agility I fly, but you’re too fast to reach
Roaring water crushes at the beach
Sand so calm I hanker to hold
The setting shining sun glares, with a frail I behold
Because am in love with the wind
Slacken my love! Off my feet you sweep with desire
My heart you take; sturdily I admire
Like a magnet, your enigma besots with charm
And the goal to get I’ll praise with a psalm
For I loathe to crush on the wind
The world will mock, but the love will shush the chatter
A future so bright they’ll hail the latter
And applaud our allure’s perpetuity
With fantasy our posterity shall sing of a deity
For all is possible, even love with the wind!
Precious diamond balls
From the eyes of pain, slacken-
The burden of life
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
31/08/2021
Pensive tempered thought
in light morning fog that picks a fight
as early birds forage for contentment
My graveyard stroll on pathways
with sooty traces of wet
small puddles that smear the ground
like a painter's blotched canvas
I am drawn to dark depths
to peer into limits
into a grim hole
swampy centre where blue feathers float on water
a Jay has squeezed its way to risk
startled, it flees in squabbles
above the damp hard clay in mounds
earth peaks that blot intrusion
a script waiting
till a quiet peace beckons someone
mourners at the edge
heads bowed to slacken the ropes of grief
Blue hole
the end of pathways
tender pause
breaching boundaries
of what we cannot snare.
Poem composed: May 29, 2021
imminent you are
coming on the path of joyful trend
along with the living chamber of roses
around the world is full of fragrance
I'm behind the loveless fence
tears of the heart filling the eye lens
let me cry, babe, let me cry
let me do shed the painful tears
let me do slacken the burdened heart
O, O Valentine, imminent you are
though I'm alone
I won't die loveless lonely.......
-09.02.2021 Chattogram
Let me cry
Let me cry
and let me do shed the tears of meaningless pain
Let me do shed the painful tears
Let me do slacken my burdened heart
though I am alone
I won't die
loveless lonely
I'll pile up the morning flowers
I'll do fill the bottle of the soul with the fragrance
I'll travel by the boat of reminiscent
though I am alone
I won't die
loveless lonely
Let me cry
Let me do slacken my heart
-08.02.2021 Chattogram
In the pools, reflections , colours, gleam
Like watercolour paintings in a stream
Another world, a mirror to our lives
A way to extricate us from the cave
People have distinctive motions,shapes
When vision’s poor the curve, the back, display
I recognise you not by face alone
But by the pictures you make in the rain
Wandering down the avenues and lanes
The eyes are open wider, vision’s gain
The little muscles slacken round our eyes
We see the broader images come by
Wandering with no haste we see far more
Our inner eyes have opened like a door
The good fortune guaranteed luck
Ferried in the same heads that slacken
When the Professional heads became slain
Under the demands of the ego nice
The society's pin knitting downwards
The base pointing the Potter's Port
With the man-eater man carrying the fragile
Unable to care from degreed spare sprees
The natural law bend to salvage malice
The well to adapt wiped by demigods
Of inferiority unprocedural spice
Unfit but the confronting world dice.
Emerge environmental mental backdrop
Diverting leadership vacuum ensues
Try and error back through the average
For the top elite launched to rot stews
Human creations outwit man in subversion
Unable to enable order in special coders
And later attempt to sweep with dirt
For emerging brooms swept more
May the worst touch not the best
For the rotten kills the strongest
The base down the beautiful vase
Fair games played for the rest.
Would you still love me if I sometime slacken care
Would you still love me if I dare to disobey
Would you still love me if sometimes I won't cook
Would you still love me if I'm hooked
Would you still love me if you discover I'm less organised
Would you still love me if enticed to someone
Would you still love me if I go wayward
Would you try to bring me back would you still love me.
Would you still love me if I asked you to do chores
Would you still love me even if you get bored
Would you still love me if I tell you that I love to roam
Would you still love me if I'm not home to greet
Would you still love me if I give attention to my parents
Would you still love me and won't desert
Would you still love me if I post delivery I gain weight
Would you still love me as much as you do to date.
Autumnal showers on your cherry flowers
Ants are walking on the queue of discipline
You come with white fogs to chase lovers
Morning sun kisses your fairness in clean
Jingling anklet makes sound to come close
White clouds are flying to hug yours teen
Silky thin black hairs with no veiling pose
All yours pull my sensation in thin apparel
Running in rain makes slacken old shoes
Skidding on mossy bricks bring pain in knell
Bouquet of roses smiles on another's hand
Autumnal cherry plays bugle of the farewell
Echo of sigh I'm hearing from heart of mend
Come; love me, here autumnal love is grand
-October 24, 2018 Chattogram
Shall we continue the praise of the moon?
Or of the monk and the nun?
Shall our glottis be lean on the herbs?
Or on the slacken nerves?
Shall our words be drained on mountains?
Or our inks on the beauty of fountains?
Shall our eyes be seduced by the fir trees?
Or by the bewitchment of the daffodils?
Shall the oceans seat on our poetry?
Or the deserts be our sundries?
Shall our loved be penned for our pets?
Or on the beauty of the vets?
Shall our praises ring only in the creatures' ear?
At YHWH's-the creator- expense?.
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