Eight snakes spake by the daybreak eight meals a day keep the dumpoes at bay, and for the night so brings that southern calm a balmy summer night filled with wronged souls so speak witch and which serpent coilt that thronging moron, that so strums the windchime in a befuddling hurdle, if the Hurly Burly's done then we have lost not and won.
(In Donizetti's opera "Don Pasquale",
Ernesto longs for his darling.)
How magical the light
of this mid-April night!
The eastern sky is pale,
the moon has dropped her veil!
How all the world's at peace!
It's a night for caprice,
for the mystery of love:
stars are smiling above!
How dawn's first light is warming
the dew which now is forming!
I hear the river gently hum,
'Love, why don't you come?'
When I'm finally asleep,
oh, then how you will weep!
But once across the stream,
I cannot be redeemed!
As new life is thronging,
I'm dying here of longing!
Why, cruel child, oh why
do you leave me to die?
Echo thronging in the mountains
living elements that haunt close
Capture the inner turmoil in the humid fog
Tie together with Antarctic hair grass
You have three minutes
A chorus of cries from the stubble plains
You catch your share when the hunters moon burns
The sand in the hourglass is about to run out
The platform edge is closer than you realize
and yet you cannot act
Express your remorse
nobody can rewind the minutes
A choice that is valuable to win
with head raised
That connection they had,
with a soft rained upon earth,
was barely understood
Until Matthew Arnold's
"Strayed Reveller"
rode that "thronging train"
stirring up the Goddess,
bringing her right back into today,
still a wild rose,
ascending the crumbling wall, and....
Once more,
a thin mist
born of golden light.
New Year musings
===============
As time flies,
days pass by ,
We bade adieu to the old year
A new dawn awakes .
The wheel of time never stops,
Nothing lasts but sweet memories
That reverbate in our hearts.
Let us erase heartaches ,and sufferings
and learn from past lessons ,
With celebrations galore everywhere ,
The revellers bubble with excitements ,
Smiling and squealing in delight till midnight ,
thronging to streets to ring in the new year.
We make a list of promises scribbling on the clipboard,
Seeking God's grace on us .
Let the New Year usher in great hopes and possibilities .
Copy right @Tej Patnaik
Pink flamingos prance with Hooper cranes
high above a vaulted mall ceiling,
a China-blue sky paints fluff upon stucco clouds.
I hold your hand playing hide and seek,
intimate inmates in our open cage,
we are concealed inside a crowd of glitter tramps.
There are rampant plaster angels,
there are neon rainbow fountains,
there are screaming cherubs.
Eyes mob shop windows.
I lose you in the crush and crowd.
Jewelry dazzles on blue velvet carousels.
Spied you on the edge of a mirror,
you’re seeking my fractured reflection
yet too many fake diamonds impede.
Murals crumble under a thronging press,
exit doors spin, spun by a midday sun
no one but I can see the ghost riders.
Found you under a plastic palm.
I thought you carried a child in your arms -
it was just my love that you held so tight.
MIXED EXISTENCE
this
sweep of life
elaborate
consecrated in joy
&sorrow
this thronging
concourse
of painstaking
precision
exquisite
yet brittle
worn lghtly
in gleeful radii
of the
times
an accumulation
an elemental impulse
of the
infinite
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
The land suffers too much greening;
luxuriance froths to fever and glut,
birds cannot consume all the insects,
nor serpents eat the thronging flocks.
The soil hogs on the swill of decay,
drey and burrow are ovens
for a prowling pestilence.
There is no softness. The sun
bites the bloated and rancid,
a balance is tipped off kilter,
the climate repaints its face
more garish each day.
A little poverty is needed, a tax
on the riotous and abundant,
the sickly succulence of ripe sap
be drained and clarified.
We live now in the eyes of strangers,
hunters are maddened by the gnawing
of long fevered bones.
My head’s reeling it’s all too surreal
My heart questions just what is real
My mind couldn’t describe how I feel,
O spirits, awaken my conscience.
An overwhelming feeling of longing
Hopes and fears together thronging
I wonder why it’s me fate is wronging,
Oh, I long for self-transcendence.
The essence of mind is life
The essence of heart is love
The essence of soul is consciousness,
Oh, I long for the integral alignment.
~03/15/21
~Contest: Inner Alignment
~Host: Unseeking Seeker
We're now into early evening knowing our knowing
As I watch her glide across the cool marble floor
Graceful steps with her summery dress flowing
It's so easy to fall in love with she whom I adore
Moments later I hear her voice from the shower
I'm being beckoned to offer my manly hands
Now witnessing such curvaceous pulling power
Steamy windows steamier, manned hands planned
On exit, robed, as we caper amidst evenings warm
Flirtatiousness abounds heightening our knowing
I reach, grasp, caught, once robed, now naked adorn
See through my eyes to what they're now seeing
In slow motion fall, cool cotton sheets in receive
Shapely curves beckon I as our eyes meet to seek
In silent approach our hungered knowings plea
Voiced torso's to meet greet seek 'n' lovingly speak
Entwined we bind our souls grasped palms clasp
Thronging rhythmic rhythms are we, Palawan reaches
In moonlight caress, we're blessed, whilst zest rests
Bedded we lie, ties, sighs, with loves peached, teaches.
.
.
Written and concluded June 26th 2020.
To wander lonely as a cloud
And drift along within a breeze,
Up away from thronging crowds
To pick my course, as I please.
Oh the freedom midst the blue
Far removed from earthly ties,
Who then could resist it too,
The allure of cobalt skies.
In somnolent and silent vein
An errant bird for company,
In such a mood I could remain,
Were it but my destiny.
Entry for
Famous poetic lines that inspire Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
1/2/2020
Inspired by the line 'I wandered lonely as a cloud'
By William Wordsworth. Placed 2nd.
My head’s reeling it’s all too surreal
My heart questions just what is real
My mind couldn’t describe how I feel,
O spirits awaken my conscience.
An overwhelming feeling of longing
Hopes and fears together thronging
I wonder why it’s me fate is wronging,
Oh, I long for self-transcendence.
~A Brian Strand contest
All windows of my home are having the mosquito net
Though the mosquito menace will be bearable
More mosquitoes throng outside when daylight is set
Mosquitoes thronging in night will not be considerable
A lizard used to come regularly during the night
I used to worry as he don't get prey considerably
Also I wonder when he absents in day, tho' time is right
It is hard to feed or groom a lizard suitably
With lot of concern, I used to watch
I yearn to tell him in his own language
As more prey waits for him in day, to catch
But I curse myself as I fail to engage
The bedroom window is tightly fitted
Yet, the lizard manages to go inside and outside
Lack of his feed lead me to feel regretted
So I sincerely wish to be his aide or guide
What's the use of my knowing half dozen language
when I am unable to speak to this lizard?
With this thought, at times sleep get a blockage
Oh dear lizard! My lamentations, have you heard?
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She’s still; an interlude in solitude.
Twilight mournful, his voice ghostly distant,
introspection.., meditation imbued,
she sits alone, bitter-sweet existent.
Lamentations she weeps in glissando.
Cacophony! Consciously in discord,
love reminisce, arpeggio tempo,
she sits alone, remembrance, two-edged sword.
Bethought bliss, wedded they waltzed plucking notes,
of musical blues and exotic spiced scents…
their life of love evocative emotes,
she sits alone mingling blessings - repents.
Chrystal-tone melodies, bass-tone longing,
Moonlight Sonata melancholy eyes..
pain and pleasure, her reverie thronging,
she sits alone, his ghostly voice in guise.
Susan Ashley
August 5, 2017
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Best Rhyming Poem July-September 2017
Sponsor: John Hamilton
~ Third Place ~
Contest: She Sits Alone
Sponsor: Eve Roper
I recall a time at the University
Boys and girls thronging about the LT
Impatiently waiting for Mr/Mrs/Miss Lecturer
The lecture hour slowly drawing nearer
Officious students so busy showing off
You, indifferent to the pageantry and puff,
Exhibiting calm at the diversity of personas
Odd, sane, and weird individuals strangely
Making meanings and opinions – silly
Ones, not so silly ones and...
Living their lives on the divide between blood and sand
Alas! I looked out and saw hope for the future – I saw
You! I mused over this, waiting for the madness to thaw
Opening my knapsack reaching for my copy of
A Walk in the Night. A commanding cough
Diverted my attention. Mr/Mrs/Miss Lecturer had
Entered into class with markers and a writing pad
Looking askance, questions were asked;
Answers were given. Slowly but surely, we were
Killing time. Yay! Class is over!. “Bye Mr/Mrs/Miss Elejowewe”
Until same time next week
Nothing but fun will I seek!
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