In the evening hour, when silvery tears embroider your delicate cheek,
The celestial blue from the depth of your eyes, lost stars,
Gently rest upon the tender altar of love that binds us,
A fragile bridge suspended between the white peace of summer and the tumultuous heart of autumn.
We thirstily drink the mysterious elixir, a nectar not even the gods have dreamt of,
Plunging into the hesitant echo of a prelude to an unimaginable end,
Reflecting our lives like in a crystal within the murky and deep waters,
Slyly we nourish our beings, hurried to heal from the eternal hunger for love.
The night scatters stars across the firmament, shyly announcing the coming of dawn,
And somewhere, in this vast cosmic theater, I softly surrender in your arms,
A tableau of dreams, concluding my saga in the all-powerful love that envelops us.
OLD AND NEW 3 : COURTROOM
On a throne sat a vulture
feathers preened in paisley silk
eyes red and drawn
heart tightened by trauma
skin thirstily drank almond oil
Ghosts in black gowns stood
around remembering privileges
past the ruffles, insulated by
a myriad rules crying ink
spilling verbs on cold
corridor benches
White rhino horned a metre
eyes flecked hazel fear
buttocks rippled castrated power
in Versace pants pressed by
servants underpaid, yet dancing
Blood numbered endless doors
coffee machine broken, judge
pasted a smile borrowed
from law school decades ago
onto a hand-painted t-shirt
Another drama of new estates
I wondered where the freedom
fairies were ?
©GhairoDanielsPoetry1997
Dreamland
Miracle Man
7/28/2022
From lighter times in another zone,
yesteryear’s voices ride upon the breeze.
Faded faces now appear as if unknown,
and thoughts drift by as if to tease.
But like most earlier times of youth,
life was taken thirstily by the hand.
In retrospect, I didn’t embrace the truth,
my life was planted in a dreamland.
Quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
Romantic words spilled from his feathered quill
They are but woven threads, tenderly scribed,
an alluring nectar I chose to swill,
symbols of love I thirstily imbibed.
For the intimate relations we shared,
and of things he penned for my eyes to read.
Whispers to one another, our hearts bared,
and to us conveyed great passion and need.
Nowhere else do I wish to ever stand
then beside the one man who means so much.
Do my heart and soul respond to his hand?
Yes, they always yearn for his tender touch.
Lifted up, my voice sings as in my youth
Born on emotions of absolute truth.
February 2, 2022
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A SOUL MEETS ANOTHER
Seeing into you.../really seeing …into you / Defining you in all of the ways my mind can take me/
Pushing boundaries/pushing all … boundaries/for you/
Seeing into your past/who you were/who you are/who you can be/looking into you/seeing you...
While along I allow you to invade me/see into me/all that I am/all that I was/all that I can be/every time /every space I have been to/a soul meets another/rare connections/entangling of pure spirits/one to the other/becoming one/a lifetime’s gift/
The... Crossroads of a new beginning/little babies laughing/aftermath of love and pain/after life/undefined pleasures/blossoming roses/evergreen/defining moments/birth/ life/
Innocence of a new born/soft and gullible/ricochet/feeding thirstily onto the river of life/full brim/pushing boundaries/A Soul Meets Another……
All roads they say lead to Rome
But this one was leading towards home
A fiery storm brewing in fractions
Ripples surge to thirstily kiss the river’s mouth for reactions
The hubbub silenced with an inner raspy roar!
This scenic drive, a famished lovers’ galore
Latched securely and songful on the mountainous terrain
Forecast for the voyage; torrential romantic rain
There is more than one way, they say, to skin a cat
Specials for today- heartfelt cuddles, sheltered pecks, fragrant whispers and that tender pat.
The savouring of the pulpy gourmets roots the rhythm of lub-dub towards abrupt
So much balminess in the ‘Beautiful’ carriage; hearts are bound to erupt!
The night skies start to blanket over, home now, not so far
The hero of my movie; that gracefully-embroidered sweet red star
With the age of days in delight I would pose
And each time my pinning eyes would grace my pretty little red rose...
Oh Aphrodite! Mother of my two pearls
Venus of my night sky
Commander of my world
I fell for you like a comet
I burnt for you like Mars
Abide in my trajectory
While guided by stars
Your sonnet dedication metered
All is written in quatrain
I'm completed in your presence
In your absence I abstain
Diurnally blinded by fire in the sky
Cupped my hand to shade my eyes
And thirstily complain, about the lack of rain
Elongated animals on savanas and plains
Nocturnally beleagered but eternally yours
Seeking answers in ash , while staring at coals
no one hears my guitar so voicelessly strummed
Flames my desire , so forsaken my soul
A hundred thousand embers
Sparked a thousand million stars
Explosions in the ether
Flashing diamonds that we know
Unprepared for this journey
Undeterred my savage heart
Skies are ripped and torn by thunder
Clouds adrift and left asunder
Lonely cloud goes East and cries
The other West, and melted... dies
One Lone Tin Soldier
From a darkened deathly dungeon room to a lighter part of day
Thirstily and hungrily all seemed to reach their long endless crusade,
And thus meandered with his child-master and ventured away
Still so full of honor and bound behind he had firmly stayed.
For he was known as One Tin Soldier, hidden in my attic and found
One lonely lone survivor who and which had happened so, so long ago,
Perhaps he was a held prisoner, all enclosed and initially and bound,
Held with the unknown barrier, then freed at last-thus be as though.
Onto another page and dilemma, he was left in a cold darkened cell
Which was locked behind a well hidden, vaulted cement doors,
To never be able to talk or even hear stories to read and tell,
Forever he is now home, lost and forgotten from the wasted wars.
One lonely lone survivor who and which happened so, so long ago
Perhaps he was held prisoner, all enclosed and initially and bound,
Held within the unknown barrier, then freed at last thus it maybe as though
For he was known as The One Lone Tin Soldier, which happened so very long ago.
Written: Nov. 10, 2015
Earth's rich soil
humble dirt
complex dirt
elemental earth
layer upon layer
where it hides
mineral treasures
more than we could
ever measure.
Quartz and crystals
gold and gems
salt and silver
precious oil
stolen and lifted
by hands of men.
Rumbling from the
bowels of earth
hot magma rises
erupts and flows
spews and plummets
to lands below.
Mother earth
source of life
for plants and trees
roots run deep
thirstily searching
to seek and find
precious fountains
hidden waters
sublime.
There are hidden
secrets within
earth's crust
where we have come
from within it's dust
where God has formed
our earthly frame
where to dust
we'll return again.
Written on 3/7/2016
Uninformed Guest
I heard a knock on my door
Rushed out to see my uninformed guest
But saw the glistening shadows of my potted palms
Pansies and colourful gerberas wafting in the wind
About to shut the door I saw a huddled girl
In the corner of my front courtyard
***** but not weird in my country
Baffled if she was a runway
Or suffering from hunger, forced labour or abused
Shrivelled and soaked I brought her in-
gave her the outgrown wear of my daughter-
Offered her hot chocolate which she drank thirstily
The warm food food gobbled down before a second breath
Shocked and outraged at her gestures
Thought it best to call the police
The cordless phone still in my hand
I heard a loud bang of my front door and rushed out
But only saw the glistening shadows of my potted palms
Pansies and colourful gerberas wafting in the wind
December 20, 2015
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Abandoned
by your own mother.
How could she
leave you to die?
You were helpless,
bedraggled and weak.
When I saw you
my heart melted…
who could resist
those huge blue eyes.
I scooped you up
and carried you home.
You cried for your mum;
but she was long gone.
I gave you warm milk
you drank thirstily;
then fell asleep
in my arms.
I begged my mum
to let you stay.
From that day
you stole my heart.
I fell in love
with my first kitten.
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Contest Anacreontic Verse 1
11~07~15
growth, nature, rain, seasons, summer, word play,
MIGHTY SUNFLOWERS © TANKA
Sunflowers in fields
Bowing to the rising sun
Turning faced upwards
Withholding their mighty stocks
As all roots knit asunder!
growth, nature, rain, seasons, summer, word play,
HARVESTING © TANKA
Rain drops call from clouds
Wet the now blackening soil
New roots drink thirstily
Crops now grow from planted seedlings
Harvest 'feed' aplenty!
It starts off high up in the sky
formed amidst clouds all inky
frozen solid in flakes all spiky
This frozen water falling slowly
some of it all wet and trickily
slowly it hardens so thirstily
More spikes come together
growing whiter and larger
shaping into a frosty layer
Star like now it spirals wildly
pausing a moment briefly
as it settles so blithely
Amidst a fluffy blanket
for all a shining trinket
laid in a white casket
And so the story is finished
with a flake so cherished
until oh so slowly it vanished
Always be true to yourself
Talking of morality abuse
and implanting of false truth,
words stammer.
A fiery birth after
the mist. I intend to collect
the dark energy of beyond.
A pillow dance waits
for the inevitable death.
Only one eye will see the moon.
You bend back,
open the eyes thirstily.
Let Venus unwrap the breast-
and start swimming
in gunmetal sky for the final
journey of delinquent mind.
Satish Verma
All by myself, alone, I softly chant your name,
Own up for our defunct weeping bond and I take the blame.
It was our love very pure and not lusty lure,
Unsure, kaput and insecure I thirstily quest for love’s cure……
Cannot truly imagine that I let you go, I own up and take the blame,
But for us to be happy I did so, To silently blow off our love’s flame…..
My heart I am sure you did not know,
Was tattered and torn from the time I let you go,
I wish our bonds could have fondly stayed on,
Woven intertwined with emotions, enameled with love’s lacquerers firmly bound.
But I still take the blame,
Too late for me as this body I had lit and set aflame.
Till our laden guilt we overcame….
From above as my body burned,
Saw your woeful self as you wailed in lament and yearned
I take the blame.It is now too late, I take the blame
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