We walked and talked of promising dreams,
envisioning life fulfilled and fair;
designing grand, elaborate schemes.
We danced and romanced throughout the night.
Silent stillness among curtained air,
patient, waiting morn's revealing light.
We kissed and wished that love forever
rely on our unspoken prayer
that grief or strife can never sever.
We knew and grew bold, unhesitant
secured by Gestalt's context, aware
in our steadfast, eternal instant.
Camelia - Rabindranath Tagore
Kamala was her name.
I saw her name written on her journal
She was traveling on a tram, with her sibling along, toward the path leading to the college.
I was a back bencher there.
From one side, of her face, the smile line is visible
And the unbridled hair, touching softly her neck underneath the braid
With the book and journal in her lap
I missed the designated stoppage where I was supposed to stop.
Now, I have a stricter time, allotted for a walk outside
That calculation is not quite a musing with my workspace
Almost befitting with their leaving time, whence it is time.
Often we meet
I ponder in silence, regardless if there is any relation or not
She is my co-traveler.
A face with innocent intelligence
Was evident there, fulbright.
The young forehead had untied haid rushed to upside
The bright eyes had a gaze, unhesitant
It comes to my mind, why there is not any crisis, ensuing
Saving civilization from, to make this life glorious, charismatic, flying.
My quest for what is honorable and right
Compels me to enter the constant fight
For justice and mercy, compassionate love,
I can be a despicable vulture or a peaceful dove
When I leave this tumultuous vale of tears,
I want it to be said, “He was a caring man,”
So, I set out on this quest to do the best I can.
No one has said the journey will be an easy one
But I must trudge on until my work is done,
And every day I will strive to do no harm
Unhesitant, if necessary, to sound the alarm
When I see someone mistreated or bullied,
Harassed, insulted, or reputation sullied
I believe my quest is an honorable pursuit,
That, in life, I have taken the finer route.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
written October 2, 2021
especially for "Q Contest NEW ONLY" poetry contest
sponsored by Constance La France
Pray Lord that I, this path may tread
with strides affirm and unhesitant.
That frequent may my longing be
to call forth Your Name, and rejoice in Thee.
That sweet scents of flowers and colours me trail
and in Heaven’s Garden, my loving avail.
That warm rays of sun, through me daily flow
to generate faith, of high, not of low.
Let choirs of angels my dark fears assuage.
And (no) tongues of man, my trust in You forge.
Awake Lord my soul, with fervent desire
to know God Your truth, and to truth I aspire.
Pray Lord that in, Your love I will stay.
Oh God protect me, when night darkens day.
Pray Lord, may Your blessings my human heart stream.
Pray beautiful my love, the sands and my dream.
Your silence,
a stillness of alluring patience
seductive in it's resilience,
suspicious magnificence,
unmatched beauty demanding vigilance
making this man rowdy and restless for your finesse,
distressed by this drama of love's test,
You're the only woman scratching this chest
with passion's raging arrest, nails of sharp zest,
the supreme Queen keeping me raw and hard, my only quest,
I'm confessing you are the best, the most luxuriant caress, my unhesitant request,
I want every feeling you're capable of conceiving Babe,
knowing and revering your eclectic emotions, your unspoken demands,
burning for your paradon and kiss, you will always know I am love in your hands
share with me the fuel of fervent fire, gems be our eyes, together, golden pulse we've made -
J.A.B.
Sometimes life's a happy song
With nothing bad going wrong
Days are full of happy bliss
Like heaven sent down a kiss
Of peace, love, tranquility
Enjoyment for you and me
But other days are not as sweet
They can make you feel beat
Filled with times that are unpleasant
Becoming so unhesitant
That they will flip back again
To the happy days back when
Peace would follow and surround
You with no unhappy sound
That would burst this tranquil bubble
Letting back in all the trouble
You've been trying to avoid
Making you again annoyed
That all your days can't be full
Of this sweetness and not bull
But your learning to adjust
When the world's pain has to bust
This bubble keeping you safe
But a smiles on your face
Knowing it's not long until
Your peaceful bubble starts to fill
With joy you've been waiting for
More happy days to explore
Between two hearts
Mental telepathy is potent
Each heart or both are patient
Each one correspond
Each one is neither impulsive
They meet, agree, and play together
Regardless no matter how distant
Both hearts are intuitive
Mutual regard to each other is important
Whims and caprices are incoherent
Complete trust are always inherent
And their love, urges and wants
Are tolerant and unhesitant.
UNLEASH THE FIRE SPITTIN' PEN/ INK TANK SPILLIN' CREATING THE ILLEST OF RYTHUMS/ UNLOCK THE
HIDDEN VERSES/ REVERSE THE CURSES/ SEND FORTH REVALATION AND ITS VERY PURPOSE/ MOVING IN
UNHESITANT MOTIONS/ LIKE THE WAVES SLAMMING INTO THE OCEANS/MY WHOLE HEART DEVOTIONS.
If I could have one day of you,
blue-ribboned with packaged perfection,
my wishful dreams might all come true,
wild geese in faultless formation.
If you confessed you loved me too,
unhesitant, pure in reflection,
my heart would cry a wild tattoo,
a rhythm of awed confirmation.
If I could have one day of bliss,
studded with bright decoration,
no other days could equal this
delirium of being together.
If you bestowed an endless kiss
on my lips with a crazed adoration,
we would, in love paralysis,
freeze in time with each other forever...
Put aside the past, they say, and pull the shutters down;
Draw the evening curtains and put on the thorny crown,
The one with russet spikes which scrape and gore the forehead frown
'Till blood drips burning penitence in which emotions drown.
Put aside the past, they say, it fires like a gun;
Echoes in a metal skull, much easier said than done,
Each word a killing bullet ricocheting one by one,
To penetrate the target heart and blow away the sun.
All I have is promises that I can pledge to you;
Assurances of pure love, compassionate and true,
Sincerity and sympathy in all I see and do,
A wish for pain removal and to watch you pulling through.
I will be unhesitant and minister your needs;
Never fail or hurt with either thoughtless words or deeds,
I will heal the open wound and stem the cut that bleeds
With a love that cannot be denied, to you alone concedes.
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