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Premium Member our transient statesman

smiling and weeping
words and robes soon camouflage ~
crude chameleon?

Premium Member TIME


Tireless is time, we know.
Transient is each second.
Today, yesterday’s child,
Travels twice round the clock.
Transition, it likes most.
Timepieces stop for none.
Ticktocking they move on.

Premium Member Transient Love

Transient Love

I sat on a cliff
overlooking the sea
high above the surf
tasting the salty edge

Tides are a mix
of flavors, both sweet
and sour, columns one
and two….


Truck Stop

I know hot and spicy, and 
here you bring me cold and
bland

The chef just quit
she tearfully informed me
the saddest 
loveliest blue eyes

Fitted with an apron
love was back on the
menu….


Premium Member Winter Roses-Mystic


Frost stains window panes
Roses dream of summer sun~
Life hides in the ground.

The garden sleeps deep
Rose stalks turn brown in the snow~
Dry leaves pine with pain

A flicker of hope
By the porch, almost hidden~ 
Rose leaves, dark and tough.

A stubborn red bud
Firmly fights the frost’s cold grip~
A small, silent plea.

A dusting of white
Coats the tight bud, frozen firm ~
Beauty held in ice.

A sudden warm spell
Snow melts, a glistening tear~
Rose bud stirs awake.

Winter rose unfurls,
A splash of coloUr so bright~
A foil against snow.

The gardener smiles,
A small miracle unfolds~
Life in darkest days.

A fragile splendour,
A reminder, even now~
Beauty is transient.

The winter rose fades,
But seeds of courage remain~
Promise for the spring.

But A Transient

Joy
cannot last
Few moments
contain
The unbridled
feeling
Euphoria
claims

Joy
but a transient
It comes
and it goes
Resetting
our wishes
To bask
— in its glow

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)

Transient Time


M-onths
A-nd
Y-ears

P-ast
A-re
N-ow
G-one,
A-s
N-othing
I-s
B-rought
A-gain
N-aturally

©bfa052125
Monocrostic (Birthday of May Panganiban)


Premium Member Transient Impermanent

Transient Impermanent

cherry blossoms burst
a breeze scatters petals down
denuded branches alight

echoes of bells shrill
in quiet quelled silent shrine
no one ever came

empty teacup warm
with steaming curls bated breath
never rose at all

an old pine tree that
has seen it all befall before
still waiting for snow

moonlit pond reflects
a timeline, now intransient
none ever looked up

old pond ripples fade
the leap of a frog long gone
caresses stillness

ink on paper dries
words melt and fade into dust
a breath once held truth

Transient


It's a nomad attempting to mark his home,
Fitting himself where he doesn't belong.
Millions have attempted to follow suit,
Now, concealed deep, nourishing roots.
Grasping the desire born after desire,
Wanting more than what you require.
In an attempt to consolidate fragility,
Bound to vanish in a dimension of futility.
May look like it's all yours, but drifting faster,
The sun will still rise tomorrow and the day after.

Transient Pastures

"As furry as sheep’s clothing; 
It’s thick, fluffy, and profuse.
As timid as a white woolly.
I think it all fits you.

The greener the pasture, 
The greener the opportunities await. 
But friends don’t compete for one blade of grass,
For meadows are as vast as fates.

As evergreen as mountains, 
Beautiful friendships grow eternal.
 But there are leaves that shed too fast. 
This, we have, seems ephemeral.

Picket fences are built for comfort, 
They stand still and sturdy like your intentions. 
But soon, they'll collapse, 
There’ll be no room for circumventions.

A Lump of Clay With a Transient Name

The undying Artificer with His holy hand
Formed a lump of clay into living figurine,
Human Being, by name of its mortal brand.
It fell into this earth from heavenly shrine.

The creature of clay packed the empty earth
With its disparate footsteps, singular self
And grew into Races, dyed in Colour of birth.
It drenched itself in particles of lethal pelf.

Humans with a secular Name exist, expire.
Few entities of their finest feats and fame
Enlighten this earth. Yet they are, are, are
Only a lump of clay with a transient name.

Premium Member Struggle Is Transient

Her pleas fall on deaf ears.
Ignoring her groan.
Her children are not stirred by her plight.
How long can she hold out?
It turned out wagerer that she went away.
But it's a touch depressing.
I foresaw her need for downtime.
For a stronger and successful comeback.
To reflower and gain power, she needs time.
Flowers of a bygone era lie dead.
In a ripe, rotting state grabbed over time.
Now she's doing it her own way.
She's all topped off and ready to shine!

Written: May 11, 2023

Premium Member Transient An Open Form

TRANSIENT
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in the eponymous
to
 first appear
a
point a
in
linear perspective
 relief
with expressive
intensity

a breath
a downcast gaze
with furrowed brow
a presence
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the
otherwise
as
realism
as
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 by the
remarkable

facilitated
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so processional
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talismanic
effigies
of imagination
 realised
by
desire

Transient Pass

Nothing on earth is infinite,
Nothing can hold back the night,
All are like dew,
Only stay in time a few,
Every life has its season,
Every dawn comes with a reason,
Beauty fades like a leaf,
Brings in a moment of grief.



February 25, 2023.
Inspired By Robert Frost's Nothing Gold Can Stay Poetry Contest,
JCB Brul.

Winter On Gypsy Road

I’ve seen you in warm tender of blanket 
With the hug of frosty night you slept fair
Thru the pinky neon light came there a cat
Coolness of dark city snubbed its care

The grogshop closed the door of thirsty wine
Jazz music went too far ended the night
With the rising sun the dew smoked in brine
Blue jay crest lied behind with poppy flight 

No snowball, no snowflake over the sky
With the sunny time no crystal fog played
On classic twilight winter hailed warm pie
In the tepid dawn cuckoo termed to date 

The blanket of darling now in safe shelf
Cause, winter on gypsy road by spring help


© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
February 09, 2023

Premium Member Transient Huitain

More than a little bit transient 
except when I look in your eyes; 
My soul frozen by your cement
grounded by faith my spirit flies; 
Balance is what you emphasize 
without a ‘you’ there is no ‘me’;
Our lows are the flip side of highs, 
the yin yang of apostrophe.

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