Unsatiable an ode to my harmony
quenching mundane in simplicity
light and shadow overshadowing forecasters to me
lighthearted, unmindful, a gentle breeze in subtlety
Daylong awaits I long alone lingering only for a chime
Whence omniscience harbinger of altruism
reasons to be
pristine in me
until then pulcher bits and beauty flying over the mundane me
yonder to ponder a journey due for the impeccable time in glum and glee
A splendor, a dew, a timelessness early droplet, an everlasting cosmology
in my patsy to see, to be, to sing in harmony!
Composition : 1912
Place : Shilaidaha
I have learned to walk through sorrow softly,
As one might cross a field of dew at dawn—
Each step a shimmer, each breath a prayer.
The world does not stop for grief,
Yet the roses still unfold their tender hearts,
Unmindful of the ache beneath the sun.
There is no shame in silent tears,
No weakness in a bowed head—
Only the grace of those who endure.
Pain is the shadow that proves our light,
A companion we neither curse nor praise,
But carry, folded in the heart’s deep pocket—
A secret weight that teaches how to love.
Full Moon shines and street lamps are on.
The lady wearing shiny skirt in flying flare
putting stylish Melania's hat, slight slant -
holds a cluster of golden flowers
stepping on elegant gait.
She overlooks the man crossing her.
It seems she is unmindful
thinking of someone feeling cosy,
for whom she is carrying the posy.
The bright shining visage
As glowing as the glossy morning sun.
Brighter the legs,
Though not fully seen,
That pulls a thousand eye’s apples
The skirt tangles
Above the knee.
Chubby thighs and knees too.
It was a sober chilly foggier morn
And the fainting Beings.
The rest wool flocked
The socks locked ankles
That protrude the blocky shoes
And the unmindful bosoms swing.
The neatened curly locks hang on her temples
Thoughtful, mischievous timid eyes
With conniving looks –
They look and don’t look.
Cognizant of being starred at.
Look at everyone and not at anyone.
Her whitish brown angular countenance
And the big bag of assumed knowledge on her back.
She walks into the school bus GF 8,
Lost herself in thinking of thoughts -both hers and others.
Pulling down the tens of ‘manly’ sights.
And the unmindful women
Both in envy and admiration.
Unmindful time sneaks past
the stage of perfect life.
Quick as dreams take their place
nostalgia clings tight.
Embrace fun,
run the course,
laugh a ton.
None fathom
when it's done.
A single pill rests on the counter--
quiet, small, almost polite.
I told myself it would stay that way.
But days grew thinner,
hours frayed at the edges
and the quiet promise began to hiss.
Friends laughed. I nodded.
My reflection wavered in the glass,
someone familiar yet gone.
The pull was slow - like water eroding stone,
soft at first, then urgent, unstoppable.
I chased the calm it offered,
unmindful of the shadows it left behind,
the nights pulsing with my heartbeat,
the mornings hollowed and quiet.
One day, I reached for air instead...
for the sharp taste of morning,
for voices that held me without judgment,
for a hand that said;
“You are not this. You are still you.”
Healing does not arrive in a flare.
It creeps softly, day by day
teaching the heart to see once more,
to taste the colors that were dimmed,
to carry the weight of the world
without letting it break the soul.
Curiousity kill
A cat's neighbor, unmindful
Delight brought him back.
I got to listen
To your plea, raise and complaint
Before I lift feud.
I'm so tired but free
Mind says walk further a mile
Body says stay.
Your life's not my fault
My life is not your business
Nothing frills to chills.
His eyes that run dim with tears like autumn’s fade
Reflect the pain of love's defeated grade.
He invested all, his heart and soul,
In her, his love, his life's control.
He made himself her sole provider,
Trusting she'd stay, his love forever to deliver.
But now, she's gone, and he's left to grieve,
No legal bond, no proof to retrieve.
Bottles pile high, a futile quest,
To drown his sorrow, and find some rest.
But alas, the pain will not subside,
For love, now lost, has been his demise.
A bird that falls, a thousand pass,
Unmoved, unmindful of its tender grass.
So let this be a lesson true,
To guard the heart, and love anew.
When we find our morale at rock bottom,
It appears the earth has come to a standstill!
Finding ourselves amidst darkness all around,
We are in a dungeon with no escape, we feel!
Unmindful of our innate abilities, at times we forget
To bounce back, like a ball hit against a wall!
Seeds sprout piercing the upper layers of the earth,
Sensing the touch of raindrops from clouds so dark!
A word of consolation is enough for a soul
That has fallen down, to rise up like a spring!
Things that appear dormant in nature for the time being,
Can erupt like volcanoes unwarranted any time,
Animating their innate vibrance to everyone's surprise!
Petals falling
from unseeded bud
opened by a midnight sun
sparkling it to love
then vanishing
to return on its course
in candle lights
stolen star to star
unmindful
of ice pellets
tearing at the calyx
teardrops
frozen in the throat
lacerating heart
throbbing to harden
like winter in silence.
February weeps
meet a new face
lights start dancing
in the eyes
glances caressing
two hearts
whispering to each other
sweetness
crushed grape
turns to wine
tinting two goblets
crimson!
Eternal seed
buds new life
flame of God's
everlasting light
running through veins
of two hearts
saying to each other: Yes
I love you
If duckling, piglets and puppy
Live, eat and slept together
No fussing, growling or barking
Why can't humans get along with each other.
We are all God's jam, an Earthling humans
Why can't we live in friendship, unmindful
Of color of skin, religion, nationality, please...
Have peace, love, kindness to everyone.
Wonderful sunshine
Happiness to an angel
Singing through this cutie
A piece sung by Celine Dion
My Heart Will Go On.
Hot noon day a blazing fury
A poor PWD weightlifter
Trying her best practice religiously
Unmindful the poor physical condition of the gym
She's still manage to cup a prize for her name.
Misty cold evening at ground hotel
A lonesome romantic dancer
Dancing on the floor in rhythmic motion
Accompaniment of a grand piano
Played by a centenarian grandpa.
She came crying
In no season
Me asking
For what reason.
No answer, only sob
A finger pointing on her heart
I suspect it's all about love
As I sense it from the start.
Oh, my daughter is in love
As I hear some romantic phone call
I see her glowing stare from above
Unmindful a glass of water already full.
The happiness is short-live
As she open up her grief
The love she give
Has betrayed by a thief.
She later found out sought
The boy she commit
Is already betroth
Agreed to better quit.
I pity my daughter
For such an early failure
But I never discourage her
For that lovely error.
For a moment, I gave her a glance
And tap her back a shove
Advice her to give her heart a chance
To never give up on love.
Glenn Hughes Poetry Contest - Robert James Liguori
HEAVY: Glenn Hughes:RESONATE (2016)
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I know that strange feeling
A ton weighs on my heartstrings
The Ears yearn to listen
Language of the given
The Eyes wish to rest
In the dust of land born
My gut waits unmindful
For dishes made by mom
It’s so heavy, I got to go home
To my mom, to my land, to my folk
I wanna see that teared smile
On wrinkled face of mom
I wanna feel the tap & hug
By my folk, by my kin
Every time I feel the fear
I fear death away from home
It’s a crime if you don’t feel that way
It’s a crime if you just walk away
The air of motherland
The soil of motherland
The tongue of motherland
Worth known to only
Those far away from home
You know that you’re not alone
Quote: When earth’s one half faces the sun, the other half goes to restful sleep – Anonymous
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With tilted axis
And elliptical orbit
Earth shimmies like Prima ballerina
With a graceful pirouette
She faces the Sun’s heat
Smooths out glare on her feet
At night she parties
Filling veins of her green
With stimulating goodness sap
Moon, the proud practice partner
Strenthens her seasonal jumps
Allows her to Celebrate
Appreciative Sun shines
More on the partner
To see well the glow on ballerina
Unmindful of Newton’s theories
Lush lives thrives on this duet
In the shadow of sunlight
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