Day in Night
Starlit diamonds pinprick opaque night
and planets punctuate darkness. The Milky
Way in clear desert skies traverses a distant
galaxy. The perfect orb moon, earth’s companion
refuses to surrender her bright beacon at night,
does so only reluctantly, in fingernail phases.
Her lunar light pierces clouds to kiss moving
waves, cast shadows on all she may touch.
Fireflies flicker, snowy owls hoot, cream blanches
coffee, till dawn reclaims cerulean skies.
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I have a butcher’s at sunlight on skin,
warm, tremulous, yet coolly indifferent.
A sparrow scuttles across sodden turf;
its head inclined, inquisitive, keen—
I smile, imagining its quiet thought,
a tiny philosopher of morning light.
The wind threads through skeletal, bare branches,
stirring peat, drizzle, and smoke from hearths afar.
I inhale—letting it suffuse my lungs,
a private liturgy pressed to my heart.
Time traverses my fingers, soft at first,
like river water shaping unseen stone,
then quickens—sharp, insistent in its beat,
resonant within the hollows of my chest.
I taste the acerbic tang of fallen berries,
feel loam yield beneath soles and marrow deep,
and in this fractured, ephemeral morning,
I recognise the miracle not quite mine:
all of this—fleeting, exact, and unbidden—
asserts its plenitude; I am suffused.
With a bulldozer, I will demolish the hell of eternal youth,
Freeing its path to flow into eternal memories,
Building from white flint a matchless mountain,
Then my head will strike the volcano, to summon red fire, flame.
The mobile tongue of lava, reciting thawed remnants,
A long-forgotten poem, with scattered punctuation marks,
The boulders of movement, thrown toward the sky, eternally heavy years,
The earthquake of your loves, emotions that unite us forever.
To my love, grand proportions, limitless in longing,
Encompassing the entire world, the pure soul, thrill,
Across millennia, the undeniable vibration of love,
The thrill that traverses time, uniting us endlessly.
Let us all be, in turn, bride and groom, in love,
From an unmatched lineage, saddened by barbaric forgetting,
The smoke and angst of an undeserved future, sculpted in purity,
Verses tattooed in feelings, eternally carried in my heart.
Eternity calls us, with longing and dreams, to be together always,
Letting love pass through time, like an echo,
In my heart, sculpted, our story will endure,
An unforgettable thrill, that will shine across millennia.
“The Path towards REMEMBERING is not for the weak. It is priceless. Move inwards, without faltering & know that you are held.” Poet
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journey within is strewn with jagged edges
and jewels
both can lead to detours
walking a straight and narrow path one
traverses own jungle untamed
lame sometimes becomes our resolve
not to forge ahead beyond crags or rags
is not an option once undertaking begins
screams may merge with songs or dreams
cream alongside starvation or salvation
a luminous beckoning lighthouse at end of tedium slogs hold us steady
often makes us heady
in solitude with faith we need make no haste
knowingness with Heart’s compass surely
keeps us safe
neither hazard or hurdle makes us curdle
Soul the master of destined fate never late
to turn cherished key into jewelled Home
within is majestic prize to win
The whirlwind rolled in rings at the eyewall,
Wild gale blew through the open tropical field.
I'd forgotten to close the windows tight,
And the ensuing rain inundated each inch of my niche.
The hurricane hurriedly stripped the veld of its peace.
Dry air pacified the expanse of the grassland,
The massive flood drained into a sunken cesspool,
My thoughts swayed to the windows the storm had slammed,
Now a zephyr traverses the meadow's breath;
Calmness fills the eye of the once-raging storm.
“When life traverses the path of pathos the beguiled birds fly to
show the course out of the feeling of being abandoned”
– Quote by Poet
If in the flushing garden path you walk entranced forlorn,
the scarlet sun of the dawn’s seraphic sky embraces you,
you’ll see my heart in the lilac lines of cloud up above,
there you won’t be lonely, for I won’t ever leave you.
If on the waves of the desert dunes you trudge desolate,
trace the melting mirage to the sundown hazy horizon,
you’ll reach the verdant oasis sprawling in my olive heart,
there you won’t be lonesome, for I won’t ever desert you.
If on the golden sands of the satin beach you pace alone,
the rolling waves adorn pearly lattice on your ivory feet,
you’ll feel my heart’s cadence in the cascade of moonbeam,
there you won’t be lost, for I won’t ever forsake you.
If on the surging stream of boundless love you float adrift,
meander the unanchored life on the plateau of yearning,
you’ll hear in murmuring ripples the symphony of my heart,
there you won’t be dismayed, for I won’t ever abandon you.
The incubator of my life
Who shines more than the twinkling stars and blazing moon
In the Africa twilight;
And glitters more than precious gold's and diamond's of Africa
I see you!
Mama,
Whose dimples, from where I scoop animation;
Are deeper than the sweet well of Gerar;
The seasoned yellow corn that fills the mouth
I see you!
Shine shine Mama,
My reliable and relentless life support
On whose impenetrable wings I sailed securely in my youth,
Regardless of the distance, traversing life
I see you!
Mama,
Whose unquenching love encompasses all;
The non defaulting mechanism of my locomotive,
Wiser than oracle's of Africa;
I see you!
Mama,
Whose heart is larger than Olumo Rock;
Hands taller and larger than sacred idanre hills;
Who traverses and watches over Africa like a Colossus
Mama of all mothers,
I greet you!
memory auto
that traverses and leads to
timelessness life
It starts as a tickle, a gentle tease,
a whispered secret, like a breath of wind.
Then it swells and bursts, a joyous eruption,
a chorus of mirth, unleashing ripples of glee.
It knows no boundaries, no walls, no chains.
It traverses languages, cultures, and open country.
It unites the world in a harmonious song,
where in its embrace, we all belong.
In moments of sorrow, it’s a soothing balm,
a lifeline of hope and a comforting tranquility.
It brings solace to hearts burdened with hurt,
an antidote to sadness, a tender refrain.
It lingers in memories, forever preserved
in tales of laughter, our spirits aligned.
It paints our lives with vibrant hues,
nurturing bonds and deepening ties.
So let us cherish this gift, so scarce,
this symphony of joy that we all share.
Welcome its rhythm, an effervescent grace
that lifts the spirit and brightens our days.
Let us laugh with all our might,
ignite the world and let our spirits soar.
For in its magic, we all find release,
For laughter is life’s most precious encore.
Spring morning,
quiet. One coyote,
three deer
running in snow.
What else have I seen?
A sparrow hawk in mid-air snatch
a robin, a sharp-shinned hawk catch
a rabbit in its talons.
A deaf mute in a pear tree.
Not one wolverine
in Utah or Italy.
Nor a famous samurai.
A young black bear
traverses the lawn in August.
Also quarks. Also oaks.
Do not disturb their progress!
A red fox
alert, no limp
flows silently
across the meadow.
First light, green tea.
A person thinking
epochs and eons.
A platoon of chickadees.
In the fractured realm of trust and broken hearts,
Love suffers, feeding on enigmas.
She, a fragile constellation with a cracked heart,
Thus, we remain, seeking infinity in corners of dreams.
A ballet of the shadows of trust, waves of unrest,
In the quiet of the cosmos, emotions grow like falling stars.
A mind once a halo, now a troubled vortex,
Love traverses the storm of light and stardust.
Echoes of remorse, deep calls from eternity,
A yearning for healing, time weaving on wings of nothingness.
She, once a goddess of the day, now a fragile enigma,
A love forged by the unknown, without the chains of fate.
The weight of my madness, a hidden colossus of fire,
But among the remaining shards, love roams like a moon's murmuring.
A fool, an alchemist lost in labyrinths, seeking redemption,
In the ruins of faith, hope is born like a golden flame.
In the dark abyss, a splinter of magical light,
To restore trust, the hearts that still whisper.
For in the fracture, love weaves like an astral dream,
A never-ending thread, woven from the cloak of stars and chosen eternity.
In his dressing-gown
pyjamas underneath
slippers gently slapping
he traverses his bedroom floor
covering the space
between his bed and the closet
the closet and his bed
in measured, purposeful strides
up and down
up and down
each decisive journey
taking the same amount of steps
his hands
comfortably curled
rest gently
in the spacious pockets
of his dressing-gown
a man on a mission
thoughts to be thought
decisions to be made
actions to be taken
head tilted down
looking at
but not really seeing his feet
as they propel him
back and forth
back and forth
is it not amazing
that all of us
to a man
unerringly get this vignette
completely understand
this compelling little drama
being played out
in a strangers bedroom.
In the cacophonic chaos of life I seek peace,
delve into my soul’s serene niche,
perceive the pleasure of nothingness
in the void and tranquil depth of bliss,
where I savor the sweetness of solitude.
In the lonely island of life I like to be
suffused with supine shower of quietude,
find at the inert depth within a new me,
turned into a hermit I realize it as my reality,
in the quiescent insight I lose my duality.
As the full moon traverses my sleepy sky,
night’s opaque aloneness the stardust dilutes,
I drink eyeful while indolent time passes me by.
Mind gets drenched in delight my inaction elutes,
and in charmed trance of rapture I become mute.
Across the still sea of my serene soul,
the alluring horizon of love
I long to see wait at the edge of eternity,
where my yearning soars through emptiness
with the idyll thoughts in my idle time.
“When life traverses the path of agony the birds in the
yearning sky show the flight course out of the feeling of
being abandoned” – Quote by Poet
In the garden path, forlorn and entranced you walk,
dawn’s seraphic sky embraces you with silken hue.
I feel my heart fly there high with the dove flock,
you won’t be lonely, for I won’t ever leave you.
In the desert dunes you trail lost and desolate,
follow the melted mirage moving out of your view,
reach the verdant oasis where you will find me wait,
you won’t feel you’re dismal, for I won’t ever desert you.
On the silver sands of the satin beach you pace alone,
the waves adorn your feet with pearly pattern new.
You feel my heart’s rhythm as I make you my own,
you won’t be adrift, for I won’t ever forsake you.
On the stream of love you sail away from agony,
in the plateau of yearning anchor your life atoned.
You hear in murmuring ripples my heart’s symphony,
you won’t be dismayed, for I won’t leave you abandoned.
She cries for the slain,
She mediates for the oppressed,
She opens the door for the innocent,
She avenges the tortured.
Her voice is heard on the streets,
Where the feet of the downtrodden tread,
Her tears flow at the grave,
Where the massacred are laid.
She walks into the courtroom,
Her presence permeates the space,
She hears the cries of the forgotten and lost,
She goes in search of an arbitrator.
She traverses crooked lanes,
She journeys on jagged terrain,
She searches out the lost pieces,
She embraces the embittered.
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