Impel discourse upon one and another,
the unseen veracity of ennui and weariness causes me to covertly smother. Appreciation and fascination moderately transpire,
humanity led solicitous to retire.
A bond have infrequently on any account been achieved,
unassertive alongside what intend to be believed.
Loneliness forge such enchantment
conflicted with despondency.
Burn Not the Bridges
Life is a hubris to uncertainty!
One day you are a prince,
The next day you are a slave.
Indeed, the world is round:
Burn not the bridges,
You may use the river again.
We know that focus rewards,
For you cannot move on,
With eyes fixed to the past;
Reconcile with the past ordeals,
And burn not the bridges,
You may use the river again.
Time heals but the scabs remain,
To remind of time lost in agony,
For they’ll thrust you to destiny;
Because everyone has a date with it.
Burn not the bridges,
You may use the river again.
Be solicitous for affluence,
And supplicate day and night,
As you abide in pilgrimage,
To bribe the gods for restitution,
Yet, Burn not the bridges,
You may use the river again.
We strive and seek haven,
Where abundance, power and security resides;
We trample on neighbor’s shoulders,
To triumph in the “game of life”
We burn the bridges,
And drown as we use the river again.
Come to the market of poet
Read, think to be thyself mate
Past to future constitution
Come to earn the wise motion
With love in solicitous veins
Come to break apartheid chains
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
October 23, 2023
All night unto dawn
a gentle sweetness – a soft rain
a comforting...
slow dreaming droplets
in a watery falling.
I overhear soccer moms backing-out of driveways,
the last moment rumpus of heel-dragging kids.
The mail van trundles-by
Trains merge with geese
in long slipstreams of sound.
then a solicitous quiet
as the land listens to itself
breathing.
The sky is wet but not drowning,
it floats on flowing wind-waves
that wash against my mind
as a tender caress.
All is well,
the world is a child again.
Open and free was Gizelle’s heart.
There for the taking, the smacking, the shaking, the breaking.
She was an innocent, believing in happily ever after love.
She fell in love with the devilishly handsome Charlie.
Charlie had crushed, stomped and stamped many hearts.
People’s warnings fell on Gizelle’s closed ears.
Quickly pinged off, landing in mud puddles and ant hills.
Charlie the handsome would never hurt her.
He was solicitous, attentive, mannerly, respectful, loving.
Gizelle began reading brides magazines.
She chose her dress, her colors, and her father.
Over her stepfather, who had raised her since she was three.
Gizelle was ready for the next step.
Gizelle and her prince slept together to seal the deal.
She had never been so incredibly loved before; she was amazed.
This was a fairy tale she had never dared dream of.
When she was dumped two days later, she was horrified.
She would never fully trust anyone again.
She now understood why her father hated her mother.
part 2 of 2
“How’s school going?” Annick asked later, moving some of my fly-away hair out of my face - a trace of the maternal in her solicitous fussing - but I liked it.
“Easy peasy,” I said, the lie warming me like an ember or black magic.
There’s no real sibling rivalry between us. Imagine you’re Beyoncé’s sister, what are the odds that you’ll eclipse Beyoncé? Yeah, it’s ZERO.
“Ha!” she laughs, “you are such a little fibber.”
“I am NOT,” I hotly say, but my defense is ruined by my laugh. “I’m doing ok - but it’s a lot,” I say, to erase the fib.
They’re ENGAGED!
I tried not to act stunned but I doubt I was very convincing. The news thumped me like a gust of wind. Suddenly, I knew. Our yesterdays were no more substantial than a story we’d read together growing up, that you can mourn and rejoice at the same time.
Otherwise it was a family lunch, although at first I was a bit nervous around Gerard. At one point Annick says, “What are you doing?” as the table gently quivered.
I smiled wincingly, “Making circles with my ankles,” I said.
Annick smiled knowingly.
As we breathed, we stood apart,
Rocks fall, our world crumbling...
I feel trapped like a conjuring charm...
Loving you is an existence...
Losing you is a solicitous ardent.
A prick in my breath is our amulet,
Inlet borders our souls, my starlet...
As we died, we stood in cahoots.
In this lifetime full of yearning;
through which came wishing and dreaming;
within many splendid, unquiet flairs;
a voice murmured the word, ‘prayer!’
I was needy and you were solicitous,
my mind strayed to the felonious.
Instead I uncovered brazen devotion,
a perkiness brought such an inner commotion.
I screamed out in misery, 'Is that a blessing?'
Mattering, assaultive and mindful distressing;
Urging and purging within my slyness,
my shyness, my outright otherness.
My mind could not or would not awaken.
Tossing the ghost into all forsaken,
'It's that barrenness,' I muttered.
Queryingly back into memories, now cluttered
I craved an eclectic, or electric luminescence
the yearning, was an essential evanescence
the evolutionists laughed at us in retort.
'It's that piety,' I whispered before the court.
The Judge looked on, a bit beguiled,
as the Saintliness beamed and simply smiled.
*Image of Red Moon by Gifer.
Luna Dreams
Fair myth faintly draped sweet tongues, disrobe moist lips.
Voluptuous softness laud splashed scripts,
decors solicitous themes.
Legendary streams...
lissome tune,
dreams,
cast hints, swoon,
splitting well-worn seams,
illuminates striking beams.
Phantasmagoric lunar eclipse,
fair myth faintly draped sweet tongues, disrobe moist lips.
*The Andaree was created by our very own Andrea Dietrich, it has a syllable count of 11-9-7-5-3-1-3-5-7-9-11, and a rhyme scheme of "AabbcbcbbaA" and Line 1 is repeated in line 11. It is to be centered.
2020 July 11
*2nd Place*
Andaree - 11 Lines
~~Joseph May: Judged 2020 July 18
Awe- struck, I gape at your solicitous disposition !
Raffish looking epitome~ combing hair staring at my
eye,
After you complete,express to me:will listen being
nigh;
Desperately anxious to enlighten your day with ease,
lmitating cute little actions of yours,I find peace;
Astonishing romantic tone you own ,
Never will fade the smile that you shown;
Talking to you any time residing in your room.
Most often to be known as your replica,pal
I seem magical glistening on the wall..
Reflecting your beauty and emotions in all;
Realistically swallow you, if stood front of me at any
cost,
Ouch...cold I freeze when your inside me like a frost;
Real relationship to be forged with mutual trust.
13-6-2020
Note:Non Human Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed as Honorable Mention in the Contest.
Note:STRAND NO 800 ,any theme,any form FINALE
Sponsored by Brian Strand
It’s my cardinal choice to sit in the porch
Recalling indelible boyhood memories
Playing hide and seek with my best buddies
Gazing at the green cover and trees of larch.
My childhood garden that was adjacent
Fine buzzing tunes of dragon-flies and bees
With cool shades and white jasmine scent
Surprising swishing sounds of shrubs and trees.
Cherished as a recreational resort
And my solicitous spot for sport.
Date: 10-06-2020
Contest: Garden
Sponsored by: A Dear Heart
judged on : 13/06/2020
winner: position 4th place
Cat lights on the table, bling!
Can opener growl to open a tin
Tuna glide pounce for a troubadour sing
Cat stretches full length
A paw to each shoulder
A nuzzle to my neck now bolder
Soft blending purrs, caressing
Soft, slow lane nestling
Solicitous whimsical beauty
Self advertising cutie
Insular world of feline grace
Meal ticket playful embrace,
a no default risk
Like a heart-felt smooch, brisk
Best hope for survival
in scents of sweet revival
when a tin can squeal
is a laurel of love to steal
for a status high creature
curled, contented
in fishy food cuisine.
Poem revised January 31, 2022
I wanna fly in the blue extensions of sky
Like an Eagle far above the clouds when they cry
To enjoy company of solicitous shining Sun
& to play with Moon, steal its celestial rays, and run
Wanna talk to the glimmering stars
Get rid of all sorts of wars
Spend some time in the ripe hefty clouds
And with rain drops, peacefully, slide down
Flying till the last edge of the sky
Seeing world from a point, very high
Will surely have its own taste
How delightful, relishing and enchanted
(Paghunda)
You are sliding a slippery slope
I tell my darling prince
He shudders, not knowing what he has done
to incur my wrath
I am not about to tell him either
The guessing is what keeps him on his toes
and possibly keeps him solicitous
keeping the marriage alive.
He started out overly solicitous and sweet.
After he captured his heart, he began to dictate.
In spite of his meanness she retained herself.
He secluded her away from her family friends
Taking away all support of any kind.
In spite of his meanness she retained herself.
She stayed eleven years and six days
Trying to become the person he needed, but finally left.
In spite of his meanness she retained herself.
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