You catch me looking in your eye
And my hands are on your side
You say “I love you”
I start ing choking
Somewhere in the sky there was a voice who kept on talking
For a long time and he said that
There’s no starting over
It was back and forth until I saw you
So it’s all alright,
I’ll be back again
I wish we soldered like a flame
Who did I become in that time
I know I never
Wanted you to leave…
I remember falling off thinking and
thinking where do I begin?
And then watching from a distance,
thinking what have I done, man?
The words were unobtainable
But there’s no denying…
Ill stay the same
I stay the same
So I tell you my love, we can go walking
In the cold in the dark but we’d be laughing
And if you don’t mind me pointing out
I don’t know what to do when you’re up in my head.
Stuck on repeat.
No I won’t complain I’ll keep grinding
In the end the worlds mine for the taking
It hurt me some time but, my head came around
And I’ll stay the same
I stay the same
And, maybe one day I’ll change..
Gotta Love Alliteration 5-21-24
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Gracious Grace
Endless effervescence of grace,
In riots of radiance, infected by innocence,
Seeks out the heart harassed by humiliation –
Wrapped in sleepless shrouds of incensed worry –
When alliterations of angst plunder soiled spirits with pandemonium
Grace, the eternal romantic, lavishes love.
Purity, born of playful purity,
Tames tempests of melancholy mistrals
As midnight murmurs into dawn’s jubilant joy
As dusky dews flow from fountains of forgiveness
With eternal elixirs from the everlasting
For the pensive plea of the penitent pilgrim.
Grace sings the ageless anthem of sweetest sanctuary
In honeyed breaths for the hobbled heart to inhale
Ever abiding loveliness, always in ascent,
Tingling with tenderness, opening soldered seas of sin,
Miracle made manifest in majestic melody
With promises penned in poems of peacefulness.
Path walked measured with words,
Stripping the unwanted ones down, to be newly clothed.
Lost swooning over how much happiness the heart can take,
Felt those properly sieved emotions flowing through.
The words kept coming as the path was walked.
The farther the path was walked, the heavier the words were to strip off.
Could either take it or take a hit.
Feeling both the warm and cold inside.
The hovering cost of being myself for too long.
While it seems like it is a lot of work,
The control over the words I embrace makes it all better.
That I can choose the words I take a hit for.
We, the creatures, fused from stardust
soldered with the fires of hell,
crawling on our squalid bellies
from the froth of ocean's swell—
We, who wield supreme dominion
over land and sea and sky,
creatures with the wings of angels,
unaware that we can fly—
From the gutter in an alley
to the noblest castle wall,
every creature holds the secret,
though we have forgotten all.
Strains of music, soft, exquisite,
shimmer from the creature's hand,
drifting over cries of anguish,
centuries of lash and brand.
Stinking skins, the creatures' bodies,
base and mortal, house the beast.
Yet, within, the spark of heaven
kindles flames among the least.
Nature rules the creatures' habit,
spinning cosmos feeds the heart.
Which will navigate the journey
every creature's course must chart?
Time awaits the final verdict,
earth and oceans hold their breath
as the creatures swirl and stumble
toward the light or to their death.
We are grand, sublime, inspired,
hateful, foul, depraved and flawed—
still, the eyes of We the creatures
glimmer from the face of God.
Old melodies,
Old tunes,
Belting out from the radio,
They were my father’s favourite,
He danced to it with my mother,
He hummed to it whenever
he was busy with his tools,
Smoothening and
assembling pieces of wood,
They elicited a
heartwarming glow from his face,
They were the impetus for his pace,
Nostalgia everywhere,
I’m in a realm of my past days,
My budding days with my family,
They were bittersweet moments,
Days of meagre rations,
Days of sufficient portions,
Days of desert pangs,
Though we desired opulence,
We were happy in our little way,
Like a fabric,
We were interwoven,
Soldered and riveted.
March 21, 2022.
Tell me to whom shall I entreat and fall down on my knees
To beseech lenity ; to cry for impunity
To implore for the salvation
from the bane of infernal love
from the pain of bruised heart
To plead for the freedom
from the subjection of fervent passion
from the servitude of unrequited affection
Alas! Who to blame
When I was the one who forged the bond
Stippled the shackles and soldered the chains
To build my own cage
If only I knew
That one innocent smile and the unsullied glow of your eyes
Would, day by day, weave a web around me
Would ensnare me in the hooks of ardency
Should've severed the chains
Should've cut the threads with my own hands
Alas! Too late
Please tell me now to whom shall I entreat
And fall down on my knees
To beseech lenity
To cry for impunity
You or me?
My glaring eyes sneak a look at
The clear spring waters
In the water jug (karuwa) –
The pure appearance of my face
Reflected like in the mirror
Strike against the inner surfaces
Split into bits and pieces
With dispersal of rainbow, refracts
The reality in my known face –
Shattered lives of my whole life.
Those bits and pieces of my living
Soldered together in rhymes
Frozen my poems into iceberg
Stand up firmly like snowy peak
Clear and transparent in its life
The clichéd words melt into water
Flow in currents of the river and
Rest in the bed of the ocean.
The straight waterways from
The top of mountain to the ocean bed
Condensed from the veins of the nature
Passes through stones pebbles, sands and clays
Pours to the brim in water jug
The pure spring water
From the mouth of the water jug
Like the cool waterfall falls to
My thirsting throat.
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playing with words under fire
The words become malleable
Stumbling standing one after another
Pleasure of playing with words under fire is immeasurable
Rainbow of new visions adorns heart's skies when molded together
In the furnace of mind
Inspiration drawn from ideas invincible
To look beyond the brink with rambling thoughts entwined
Removing the mist of limited vision to get results synchronal
The words when passed through streams of bubbling emotions
Lose the heat on blank papers
As molten lava of verses from heart's implosion
Running through creative patterns of brain's equator
Words under fire when soldered with feelings spark
Brew to make the environment fragrant
Piercing through skin leaving unerasable marks
Emerges a masterpiece as jewellery blazing
2/10/2018
WAKE UP MY HEART
Wake up my heart, from satin sleep, so deep.
Up my expectations, of dawn’s satisfying affection.
My sorrows and worries pale, your loving kiss warms.
Heart burns and we’re soldered together, you and me.
Wake up my heart! Wake up!
Delicious in your crescent arms,
Your moving gears. The blossom
of my mind, the garden of my Eden,
explosive in the mountaintop experience.
Deep affection warms me, I’m no longer cold.
You’ve warmed my skin, my emotions within.
Singular souls united, soldered tight, hearts reborn.
We view the splay of sunrise, with glistening pairs of eyes,
In one direction, forever as husband and wife.
10/18/2017
Julie Rodeheaver’s Wake Up My Heart Contest
1st Place
*two acrostics in verse one
Left side: Wake Up My Heart
Right Side: Deep Affection Warms Me
The two are used again, to begin
the following verses.
(Rhyming Senryu)
Cold and careful hands
Dismantle love’s elements
Methodically
The eye detecting
Fragile fractured copper threads
Dispassionately
Concentrating fire
Melting metal, soldered wire
Mending circuitry
Testing, one, two, three
The current, interrupted
Now set flowing free
How beautifully
Cool flux and hot flame restore
Conductivity
Love’s analogy
Motorcycle maintenance
Electricity
by Gail
I waved a silent song
past its strongest heights
For a sating revision
of a shy sound to ignite
Asks for melodic tense,
for its sequence of time
heaves a better song
and lights up a star-deprived
haze
regardless of time,
Promises
to sign a sympathetic course
for us in bloodless keys…
and for the lost keys
discarded,
to toe
the empty line
and reside
in our unkempt places
Yet reluctantly,
and
in defeat,
invokes a right
to fill its
self-declared silence
with lasting doubt
And braises a cold heartfelt petal
of pain
To open and fit
a rising reduction of triumph
in different keys
But till then
My best bequeaths to each
of us a silent song
Our second tries aim
a daunting recourse to pasts below
We signed off
in single file
In endless cells,
walled in our own unforgiving pasts
As they
echo beneath
a soldered
and silent core of song
While we wait
for the sympathy of
a melodic distance..
that heaves
and leaves
a silent song to die
a second time
Languishing in a limbo of roles
perpetually gleaning
reading ripe tombs and myths
a child, a child dreaming
parroting fancies in pretty pink
braiding wisps on a razor straps edge
the perfect daughter to become
when all that was wanted was a son…
life passed by for the adult child
caring for mother, sister, brother
never really finding a meaning of she
mothering mother
friend and companion to father
oh where was she?
excel… a touch tones sympathetic plight
graft the colors, the paint the light, the mold
the seemingly endless mission…life
languishing in a limbo of roles
captured waif, soldered wife
pie baker, clothes maker, gardener
twist the seam of an unknown dream
thirty years on hold
half a lifetime, square peg in a round hole
then she came, who was she you ask
why me, myself and I
bloom on a rose I saved me
stepped off the cross
and became.....me
Contest The Right Time
Poet: D. Guzzi
Yesterday I saw a man die
I saw the hallowed shadow of a scared man fade away into an ocean of solid blackness.
I saw a mans total apathy towards his fears and strengths rise like a demon on the wings
of the thunder storm.
That day I felt the ashes of a fallen angel in the palm of my hands.
A mans unwavering aggression for brutality was but a dust devil in comparison to the soft
summer winds.
I watched, yesterday, as a dead man's sins spilled out and stained my arms like the blood
of wine.
Like napalm, his sins where soldered forever onto my memory of that cold hearted day.
I have slammed shut the doors of judgement and sealed my eternal fate before I had even
begun my journey into humanity.
Yesterday I saw a man die because yesterday. . .
I killed him
-Chase K. R. Miller
voices skating secrets across the rim of a wine glass,
breath advocating a glance. Plucking nerves like a guitar string
wind revealing the liars tongue,
never failing to encapsulate
the quiet tuck, serenades of existence
pouring solitude down a rusty rainspout
to particular seasons that shadow
a present future;
as corrupted stain glass contributes
a haunted soldered image.
We never fully realize the petals won’t wilt,
gardens remain constant
hope becoming a postal card;
parchments sealed with the adieu
real like hairline cracked sidewalks
sowed by constant sorrow.
Distribute me from your straight jacket of resents,
sanction me to feel the softness of
the salt water breeze;
a chance meeting with eyes unable to ascend
knowing that the plural form of time is indigo
you are violet.
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