trees arch in welcome
blossoms are spread all the way ~
nuptial environs
If it's not broke!
Why fix it up?
Let it sleep in!
Just being, as is!
in the surreal solemnity of nature
a solemn ant colony
passes in a funeral-like
procession
carrying bits of crumbs
and one of their own…
a lone ballooning spider
ceases his kiting
and hovers in mid-air…
hanging from its button
a chrysalis evicts
its metamorphosed tenant…
across the way
waddling mallards
halt oncoming traffic…
in a distant field
goats satisfy bulging cuds
with sweet chewed grasses…
one-by-one the solemn ants
descend a volcanic-like hole
of a huge temple-like mound…
as if descending a grave
the setting sun slowly sinks
below the horizon:
bidding a golden hued adieu….
Only silence
ponders... the others
repeat words...
Obey orders !
To please the feet
A carpet is laid
To please the eyes
A carpet is laid
To please the ceremony
A carpet is laid
To please the dignitaries
A carpet is laid
To please the honoured guests
A carpet is laid
The carpet
Stepped flat and smeared
Is never to be overlooked
As it's a symbol of
Beauty, wealth, authority and solemnity
But a carpet isn't the best oblation for god
Except one's piety
There's an inimical solemnity
dissipating the last day of spring,
I sought solitude from the very beginning,
but this sudden farewell won't depart from me!
Along the solitary roads so shady,
I pick strawberries fragrant and dandy;
these are the gifts of Nature handed out
to grateful hands never allowing doubt!
Gentle butterflies swirl frantically and flapping,
then land not distant from where I'm standing;
I drop some strawberries on the bench as they
taste their sweetness without rush or dismay!
Winding paths with lilies lead me to open meadows
overlooked by celestine skies, here one is truly free
to cavalcade while exploring the awesome wilderness...
when a discovery could turn into an unexpected glee!
G-reeter
E-mploys
R-ighteous
S-tatement
O-f
N-atal
C-omposition
A-uthoring
N-otable
L-ines
A-bout
S-olemnity
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Gerson Canlas (January 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Give me a lone word.
I will write a poem.
You enter the final hour
of diagnosis. The kill
was imminent.
Back to back two trysts collide
generating a fire.
Who was peeling the moon ?
The stab sets in. In
abeyance of the gift. I
will give you a scar.
Daisies will remain awake
at night, for the vigil
of a slain pilgrim.
Satish Verma
Walk with apt strides down those tricky stairs
And keep your eyes a few steps ahead of you,
Wave at friends without forgetting your legs;
On mightier thoughts stay focused and true.
Ignore the clamor of howling fools
But take note of the suffering around,
Resist the urge to join the raucous crowds
By keeping your eyes glued to the ground.
You’ll never see all the beautiful gals in the world,
So why entertain collision with some oncoming car
While you stare and marvel at the few around you?
Appreciate the artwork and let your thoughts roam far.
Let not the charismatic preacher take you astray
By buying you into his self-absorbed schedules
For Heaven’s honored when mortals respect time,
And angels minister to silent hearts bound to rules.
The honorable others – the trees and the birds,
Take their choruses and rhythms as food for soul;
Never have they uttered a single misplaced tune
For they sing to make your solemnity fit and whole.
The solemnity of my peace lays, in a room of pure white
At the corner, seating wide-eyed in a room full of nothing in sight
As it always is, it has a flaw
The “solemn peace” is just a mask drawn
Bounded I am by this jacket
I can do nothing at all but be quiet
As quiet define peace and solemnity
Yet why do I feel disturbed so greatly?
For there is chaos in my reverie
And suspicion in my war's serenity
Quiet thought run rampant in mind
As nightmares trespass my reality
Sitting with wide staring eyes, body rocking back and forth
Silent laughing lips, wide smile and yellow teeth
Hair long and black swaying with the still air
At the sight of me, would you dare help?
Guard always up, never waver
Still seating wide-eyed since forever
I am mad, they say, always will
Bounded by this jacket of the madman, still
Welcome to the Solemnity of my peace