time drifts on by
spurring memories
autumn rain
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Categories:
spurring, autumn, memory, rain, time,
Form: Haiku
one hemisphere lit
of split
personality;
Jack O’Lantern rides,
spurring the midnight stallion.
Ichabod’s head spins ‘round,
fear comes forth furiously,
without time
to catch his breath.
a clean cut,
detached from reality.
eyes spinning
within Crane’s inner space;
a pumpkin smash.
was this his nemesis
or the devil himself?
was Katrina worth this,
his head laid upon
the woodpile’s lap?
a dream perhaps?
another Van Winkle written off?
furrows on forehead,
pulp pulsing, scored;
twenty years or so forth.
generations hear of the headless wanderer
only the lovelorn venture off
(and Brom Bones ascendants)
descending into dreams, delusions
or the stampede of midnight hoofs.
Katrina lit a candle in the window
She’ll never be a widow; just blind
Categories:
spurring, adventure, fear, halloween,
Form: Free verse
Privileged is the right of ingress, bearing your beloved name,
To chambers of your heart, where burns a sacred flame,
Of inner sanctum divine, in sanctity of a heavenly place,
Strumming beats esoteric, vying ataraxis of ethereal grace.
Reserved for you and I, is a secret temple, tolling solace,
Where love and life embrace, in a sanctuary pure, flawless;
Where the bells echo, beckoning will of empathetic mind,
Affirming proclivity for affinity, aligned with motives kind.
When solitary thoughts linger on a grievous path of life,
When hurdles, detours of past, manifest anguish of strife,
When hurricanes and storms churn in destructive tides,
To shores of peace and tranquility, inner sanctum guides.
When life drives rudderless, perturbed in dubious plight,
Harmony of sapience and prudence transmit inner light,
Spurring verse of wisdom, as missives enlightened chime,
Defying apathy and ignorance, honoring virtues sublime.
Only you and I can soothe, troubled tears of grieved sigh,
Only you and I can fill voids, when vacuously life goes awry,
As dialogue of reason and intellect inner sanctum revives
Empowering thoughts so inspired, where sagacity thrives.
Categories:
spurring, deep, peace, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Milky bright sky with rain in her net
Morning performance with native duet
Whip cracks and choo-choos crescendo in song
Spurring near aves to jolly along
The flightless young to pipe up and squawk
Easy like eagle or hoarse as the hawk!
Where cockatoos chase each other and chatter
Raindrops descend, and pitter-patter.
Categories:
spurring, bird, morning, rain,
Form: Rhyme
Golden leaves of autumn delight
Where season flaunts hints of romance
Blazing passions of smitten sight
As themes chromatic swirl and dance.
Charming dreams of romantic eyes
Golden leaves of autumn delight
As twilight blushes on mauve skies
Lauding missives of zealous night.
While amber notions waltz in flight
Spurring thrill of flaxen meadows,
Golden leaves of autumn delight
As tunes of love heartbeats compose.
Crimson motifs gelid winds blow
Twirling, whirling, as they alight,
Where gilded canvas glints on snow
Golden leaves of autumn delight.
Categories:
spurring, autumn, imagery,
Form: Quatern
"writual"
a Rite
of Spring
spurring on
eventually
Autumn
Categories:
spurring, color,
Form: Free verse
I find myself
in a curious state of observation
not that such contemplation's are foreign
still
fleeting feelings
of an alien nature
engulf me.
Like shadows forged from promises past
who's bodies lay in decay within unmarked graves
least I stumble upon their headstones
spurring specters and ghost of moments
long mourned.
Yet,
I find myself in a curious state
time washing bruises and cuts emotions made
in seething nights with brutal rage
there could be no right
only lasting wrongs
held hostage to justify fear and hate.
Now I find myself in a curious state
Asking: Could this be the edge of freedom?
A fulcrum of peace in a flotsam of chaos?
What a curious state.
Categories:
spurring, emotions, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
Modest to start with, bloating to be beast,
A spurring cat coaxing for ever more,
Ere long to rule your life, you knowing least,
What with wants and wishes known not before,
Her kittens come soon, nudge with a soft paw,
Pester you to pay heed, rub your weak knees,
And ere ye know, she’s a ravenous maw,
From spark to bushfire abetted by breeze!
Long has man mused: to be or not to be,
Oliver Twists forever wanting more,
And having had, scarce if ever happy,
No one is shown still a much deserved door,
World’s wont to dream of champagne and caviar,
When should no more than just hotdogs and beer!
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Sonnets | 02.11.2012 revised May 2023|
Poet’s note: Desire, what a damsel! No matter what the Greek and Roman philosophers might have said, today’s western world tends to look at desires as a welcome trait that achieves more than those from east especially Indian. This sonnet compares desires with cats with their subtle ways.
Categories:
spurring, cat, desire,
Form: Sonnet
Within the heart of everyone
There lurks an evil mystery.
Undermining good intentions,
Spurring on to malefaction.
God declares, our hearts are wicked,
defiled by sin and selfishness.
Yet in our sight we are upright
With a modicum of malice.
Sinning for the sake of sinning
Not just occasional misdeeds,
But delight in sin and evil,
was Augustine’s apt conclusion.
Solzhenitsyn clearly saw it
As he lay in Russian gulag.
The line between good and evil
runs right through every human heart.
Even gangster Mickey Cohen
thought he was a decent fellow.
With no need for transformation,
Or God’s gift of soul salvation.
Deny not the evil within
Treat it as a venomous beast.
Plead like Paul for God to free you,
Give you grace, to eschew evil.
Categories:
spurring, corruption, evil, sin,
Form: Free verse
Am no longer hollow
Look through my mind, silently listen to my thoughts
Do they still whisper pessimism?
Knock at my grit, does it resound with resilience
Do you feel ambers of penultimate ambience?
If you see shallow graves of past mob injustices
Furrows of harrowing experience and unpleasant apprentice
Let it ring that am collected and mended, primed for what lies ahead
Am fast filling up eroded self and taming every drop
Just to ensure I don’t run dry and thirst after turning a blind eye
I’m not cracking down and shrinking lifelessly,
Neither am I experiencing the former, sticking to the shell of bygones
Am on heels to the latter, in hot pursuit of the future envisioned
As I chase the status quo, I know I’ve odds to defy, emblazons to relive
Shun history, maybe rewrite it, and totally purge tinted self
Bruised and mired, just panting and longing for cistern site
For all my life I’ve tasted no cosset, storms being my chum
Every day launching fresh brand of gull
And my feeble feet journeys on regardless
As joints grumble at every inch made
Every mileage made spurring fresh emotions
To just keep going
Keep going!
Categories:
spurring, cheer up, success,
Form: Free verse
Sensing and yearning allure of daydreams
My musings amble in meadows of themes,
Sometimes wowing ebullience of dawning,
Sometimes luxuriating in moonlit evening
Gazing lambent skies of stellar twinkling,
Inviting me to echo my inner most feelings;
Of whispers romantic when love is courting,
Of giggling streams and blossoming springs,
Of resplendent autumn’s falling gilded leaves,
Of fate unkind, bawling, in throes of grief,
Of pristine joy beaming from mother’s eyes
Jubilant in delight of child’s innocent smile;
Of ebb and flow to life in seasons undulating
Spurring me to attribute form and meaning.
So, I write verses stemming from core of soul
Striving to capture essence of elusive words,
Exploring assonance, even in rhymeless prose,
Attempting to inspire spirit of wordless woes
As thoughts-poetic heart’s rhythms compose;
Of chromatic sunsets and scintillating dawns,
Of starless nights hosting tenebrous bygones,
Of tales strumming romance, of fables forlorn,
Of ideas enthroned, of paradigms bemoaned,
Of boundless expressions, of passions I own.
August 30, 2022
Placed 2nd: I Write Because Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
spurring, muse, poetry, writing,
Form: Verse
Some folks spend more'n half their life discussing others business.
The way they talk and carry on can really shock the senses.
It seems sometimes they know much more 'bout certain folks than they do.
They don't care 'bout who gets hurt because, you see, it's all true.
They huddle 'round their tea and cakes discussing all and sundry.
No one's safe from their critique, they'll air you're dirty laundry.
Ofcourse they're sure to let you know that they don't just spread gossip,
And if by chance such word gets out you're duty bound to stop it.
Why they would never meddle 'round just spurring fabrication.
The very thought they'd stoop so low is quite beneath their station.
Just cut it short right here and now and see it goes no further.
Just keep it here between we two, and just a few close others.
Categories:
spurring, anti bullying,
Form: Rhyme
When I recall the tenebrous, gruesome shadows
Shrouding our lives conjuring deaths and sorrows,
In my vantage-point, I envision a massive bridge
Standing there resolutely over turbulent waters
Beckoning me avidly to cross over to tomorrow
Promising the other side is now within my reach
And travails of the yore will soon be behind me.
Yet, I feel fear gripped in jaws of deadly throes
And sense saddened tears fretting abyss of woes
So I summon courage, spurring resolve to cope,
Drawing assurances in embrace of my beloved
Entrusting-- in despair too-- grow seeds of hope
Believing in the promise of scientists, medicines,
And heroes who sacrifice in service of humanity.
Beyond that bridge are the pristine green prairies
Cheerfully inviting me to joy of winsome spring
Where glee of vibrant season burbles in streams
Washing away remnants of yesteryears’ misery
Frozen in gelid winters when lives were stilled,
As I continue trekking to dreams of my dawning
Aiming to arrive there clasping strength of family.
April 8, 2022
Categories:
spurring, inspirational, life,
Form: Verse
Twelve royal labors, you faced each challenge hard and mean.
Claimed delicate favors; made good on stripping a warrior queen.
Amazon rider, you jump her bareback as you please.
You get soul deep inside her with the pretty lady on her knees.
You’re never idle, vanquishing lions, and hydras of course.
With harness and bridle, spurring Hippolyta on like a horse.
Amazon rider, you’re just a big shot bully boy.
Sitting firmly astride her is the only thing you enjoy.
Don’t you get tired of being such a tool of the gods?
So self-admired in parlous quests against the odds.
Amazon rider, I have to say I’m not impressed.
You're a cornered spider spinning your ego’s manifest.
Categories:
spurring, allegory, bullying, mythology,
Form: Lyric
I sweepingly meet the slope to face with utmost reality.
There are a lot of glorious deeds for which we are careless.
It's viable to espy, as often as you sense fraternity.
While the rest of the local hut yearns, we are peerless.
Elements that are all around us for a convenient setting.
Being a piece of a visible world that is constantly shifting.
Aiming for a genuine feeling of bearing and mutual safety.
Having a feeling of mutual comfort and moral stability
Since we've risen dutifully and moved forward as a group.
Despite your prime motive for being closer, it does not dupe.
A particular pair of us spurring with a significant deal of ardency.
Others, then again, tacitly allow it to happen, sit aimlessly.
Gleaning to support any kids, we should hold them a prong.
Aiming to convey to them a prevalent belief of good and wrong.
Otherwise, this way, I'm gently moving to undergo the stress.
Everyone promptly settles on typical speed and cadence.
Written: December 07, 2021
Categories:
spurring, analogy, appreciation, bereavement, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
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