Particles of sweat, creeping into the
panoramic canvas...
Your body is like a flower vase, crowded
with freshly bloomed flowers of the
arbour of love,
I asked you wherefrom you have brought them...
Silent you were.
Thereupon your fingers were fidgety,
sauntering through my bare back,
A tingling sensation, a mild line of
blood, or I might have been wrong,
for your pale neck was intact when
a uniform oval sign of love was dug there,
by my trembling teeth, undisturbed, unperturbed
by the external disturbances.
Just like Ulysses was searching for his
destination, my hands, in pursuit of your
pleasure hotspot,
around and around would roam aimlessly.
Let us live through the moments, for the
freshly bloomed flowers would be wrinkled again
until they are rejuvenated
by my spurt of love
Sarban Bhattacharya
I'd travel back to yesterday
for lunch and thereupon
because I'd had my chili hot
I wouldn't leave the john!
I’m sitting on the edge of time
For just a disembodied pause,
While pointed hands o’er rounded chime
Obey the pendulum’s swayed cause.
Where kinetics’ course is lastly laid,
Comes forth the pointing to a door
That opens wide. Be not afraid,
I think, to thereupon explore.
And there I search the sea, in stay,
For those few drops that speak of me.
Below a crystal clouded day,
I look for cause and clarity.
But deep inside, my inner clock
Is calling forth its metered rhyme.
Inclined I am to learn like Locke,
I’m also tuned by trembling tine.
The edge of time is thinner than
The fairest maiden’s finest hair,
Yet broader is the settled plan
That puts us just exactly there.
The tree that stands at Kidder Creek
Reminds us of our friend
Who was called away from us,
Her life on earth to end.
This tree so brightens all our sight
When thereupon we gaze,
It lets us know that we still live
Until our last of days.
A blossom here, a blossom there,
but quickly flowers fall;
Our friend here we remember
Was a flower that touched us all.
We gather here ‘neath Laura’s tree,
The friend who left us so
Was a beacon for all to see,
A tree that will always grow.
| So I dance for you |
Awaiting I'm fixating upon my breath, becoming translucent between the day,
If I could only reach those sea of stars that light.
But, why each twilight passes you promise to stay?
Thereupon, keep me hidden under your night.
But, under the solitude scorching rays, I'm burning.
I ricochet along the ocean mist, but I'm descending.
So, I turn to your dark, still yearning.
Lost without your touch, with the winds weeping whispers, I perdure bending.
Our symphonic souls sensually skim between dusk.
Every phase you show me, I'll face.
Your cataclysmic craters secure me deep with trust.
Our sweet starbound surroundings embrace, I long to taste.
You watch me from a distance as I dance.
Moving with each beat of your cool moonlight, in a trance.
All that we see is but a divine dance,
bliss of union, pangs of separation,
polarities orbiting Ohm cadence,
making earth life joyous celebration,
for souls dwelling in void of cessation,
whilst for the rest, who yet harbour desire,
they remain befuddled until they tire,
thereupon choosing to unite with God,
consigning ego to funeral pyre,
thus becoming the light, that has us awed.
04-March-2022
Just like his custom, he sparks to frolic in the encompassing.
But when he tumbled to get back home, the frenzy was beginning.
Ryan 5 fell under a 30 meter well, a ton like Joseph.
Individuals of the small town hurried to the kid are harsh.
Horribly, the interaction was bare from the temptation.
The town is amply a harsh region of the mountain location.
Morocco's tale goes spreading out via media focal points and dozers.
Ryan was as yet alive twenty hours after the event did meanderers.
Backhoes burrow, and a mass wishes the kid's strain lives on TV.
Each endeavor to assuage Ryan since today has been phony.
Heros utilized a video phone to witness the child in the well.
Giving oxygen, food, and water keeps up with his sharpness in hell.
The errand will carry on as expected with lights, and cams turned on.
Past dozers, Ryan's parents are alleviated by individuals thereupon.
Poem: Fall
Fall, you made me strong.
Made me realize, I was wrong.
Wrong were my ways, I went astray.
Went astray for fleeting pleasure,
Forgetting, my task is a treasure.
Glozing over my transgression,
Negligence became an obsession.
Utterly shunned by the triumph,
My past glory became numb.
Fall, I fall like an autumn leaf,
On the ground of remorse and grief.
You, smothered me in the toxic air
Of guilt and despair…
But then, were you the end?
My little inner voice questioned.
Fall and then rise, it’s the music of life.
A fortune in disguise, bestowed on...
More dynamic, I became thereupon,
Took you to be a wake-up call.
They say at times, it’s good to fall.
screen of awareness unchanging
bubbles thereupon appearing
watch the universe disappear
in as ordained to reappear
we continue meditating
26-July-2021
heptastitch (2,4,6,8,6,4,2)
boat bridge
odd corridor
the Ponte di Rialto
first way to span the Grand Canal
eleven eighty-one (1181)
a bunch of boats
crosswise
wood bridge
better by far
the Ponte di Rialto
unique for shops built thereupon
twelve hundred fifty-five (1255)
but wood is weak
collapse
stone bridge
most durable
the Ponte di Rialto
unchanged in four hundred years plus
since fifteen ninety-one (1591)
marble marvel
inspired
foot bridge
still used today (2021)
the Ponte di Rialto
one of three hundred ninety spans
which link the islands of
veritable
Venice
May 28, 2021
contest: Heptastitch
sponsor: William Kekaula
They split and chose divergent ways.
I wondered where their love had gone.
There was no sign of passing phase;
They split and chose divergent ways
As embers died after the blaze
Turning to ashes. Thereupon,
They split and chose divergent ways.
I wondered where their love had gone.
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A Triolet Poetry Contest
Hosted by Kim Merryman
Placed 1st
© 23rd May 2021
A devastating loss for us,
is no doubt Heaven’s gain.
Now each and every day for us
will never be the same…
When it seemed her time was certain,
in this life she held so dear,
and that time had drawn the curtain
she knew that God was near…
She taught us all her love of life,
as we’re looking back although,
it seems at times the smallest things
can cast the largest shadow.
Though she knew not, the length of life
as she woke each day at dawn.
Her wisdom, love and kindness
grew inside us thereupon.
Tomorrow was a promise,
that she really meant to keep,
but God had bigger plans it seems
as he laid her down to sleep…
by Cole Banner
Copyright © 2021
It's Christmas time again my love
every year on December 25 it's there
to remind us of our very first Christmas
together we promised we'd become a pair
Engaged thereupon to stay together
now 30 years passed by and we're here still
happiness and challenges we've overcome
God's faithfulness has kept us in His will
Much has changed even in the past year
with all of covid19 being a real test
but we'll get through it no matter what
for we know the one who will us blessed
Thanks for all your love and care
being the best together all our days
may this Christmas be blessed for you
together our love blossom in every ways
(I've written this for my true love, my lovely wife of 30 blessed years Christine as we spend another Christmas together, blessed indeed we are because of God's wondrous grace.)
Reflected light
Shining bright
We look for the source
Of the divine force
Running hither & thither
As thought smog gathers
Upon getting to exhaustion
Of thought precipitation
We rest in silence
In childlike innocence
Within the heart womb
Where lower mind we entomb
Thereupon we see clearly
Mirrorlessly
That we are the luminescence
Encased in form of transience
That we may experience duality
As a subset of the one singularity
A springboard to harness wisdom
By swaying our attention pendulum
Taking care to remain in stillness
Free & unfettered one with oneness
Osmotically imbibing love vibration
With Ohm in unbroken resonation
05-August-2020
*Reserata Carcerem XLVII*
Whilom, sate taunted tortoise b' brook;
hoist'd hunger 'n haughty hoofs trod th' nooks
smothered stomach wrought foiled furrow -
sumptuous severity 'n grace glowed.
Thereupon eerie eyes espied;
bounty bowl ñ tide with salient sigh.
Apt acumen whispered t' him th' draw;
rustic rage rent b' pored passion's call.
Sewn strife b' haughty hurls was sore licked,
'n' wished h' th' tumbling tide would t' th' bowl spit,
but moist mirage choked worn wishes,
'til quethe sassy stream's lusty lips.
Anon, grew grousing nymph from waves,
wh' for bounty bowl (bruised brunch) had came.
'20:07:16:14:51
Note:
a) of ploughed plight.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Whilom - Long ago
ii) Sate - sat
iii) Wrought - made
iv) Thereupon - then
v) Espied - saw
vi) Quethe - say
vii) Anon - Immediately
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) b' - by
ii) 'n - in
iii) ñ - on
iv) t' - to
v) 'n' - and
vi) h' - he
vii) th' - the
viii) 'til - the
ix) wh' - who
d) Poet's vocabulary.
i) Draw - content.
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