Moonlight enhanced her shapely silhouette
A beautiful lass in a see through dress
Starlight on her hair
Was beyond compare
Glistening over her brunette wavelets.
Hearts they sure sighed, it cannot be denied
Snapshots were taken that went out worldwide
She never did know
That she was on show
Out there enthralling passers bye doe eyed.
Diaphonous veils luminesce our lagoon
where cerulean wavelets curl;
nacre skies cream with light
like an atmospheric pearl.
Early dawn is a lilt of breeze
gently pulsing across warm land,
sweet sound of a zephyr sighing
on the softly powdered strand:
an evanescent moment, serene and calm,
God's munificent depiction of a psalm.
August 22, 2026
Beautiful Words are Here Poetry Contest
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There are vague paintings in the sky-canvas;
Rainbow specks and flecks are ruggedly mixed.
Chased by the moon, does the sun seem anxious?
Towards dubieties, are our minds fixed?
Ghosts of blossoms dance in tree silhouettes;
Lavas of gemstones flow with crystal streams.
Lakes cradle pale leaves within their wavelets;
Nocturnals move, as though for war, in teams.
The sky has put on celestial costumes;
Are Cherubim on an earthly venture?
Tombs resemble luxurious greenrooms;
Daughters of Dusk hover in dark grandeur.
Must gold and crimson fade to starlit gloom?
What velvet shade weaves nature's transient loom?
Terminology metamorphosizes,
the chrysalis is forgotten in the butterfly,
likewise, in times so ancient
that a cultural amnesia had
thrown its opaque cloak across
original meaning,
names have become misplaced
upon an ever-shifting scrabble board.
So it is, with demons and imps,
once both were considered to be
the perfect fauna of human character.
My demon is quite a charming sprite,
in Spring it jumps over itself
transforming into a mischievous imp,
it often warbles from a cherub's throat
while genius (that other face of a demon),
sings lustily from every songbird’s gaping mouth,
both recall a time when we all sailed together
above the celestial wavelets
of an angelic womb.
Then there are those supplementary divinities
that guard our various talents
nymphs that slumber within the soul of mankind
until one fresh sunrise
truth awakens them to flight,
then all at once
they change their many names
to - You. and Yours.
from the silent womb
tiny wavelets wandered off
to a silver flow,
casting shallow golden sparks,
deeper dark diamond shine.
to welcome valleys
hiding dancing butterflies,
seeking nectar sips,
fluttering beneath soft suns
and shadowed, blind brooding moons.
but the muse still longs
for a broad, white waterfall
spilling on the page,
roaring waves of wonder-words,
rolling into deeper minds.
Then? What then?
What about the
Bare legs
Seeking address
Wait. Be a snail.
Then the hours
Began undressing
And then?
Wait.
No unleashed
Impulses.
The earth tilts
Towards the sun
Here in India
Dusk thickens
In California
Legs in line
Mostly bare
For the dancing hall
Sea and seagulls
Some vultures too
Mingled with the
Moneylenders
Waves and wavelets
Tipsy and tottering
Hard orange pieces
In pursuit of
soft ones
Twilight in the bottle
Exuberance in deluge
Here the legs
And hands
Raise the curtain
Bread and butter
Poetry and Mathematics
Computers and
Greenfields
Fish and mutton
Then? And then?
Then? What then?
“The sea casts a magic spell with the ever- rising breakers and the melody, the clanking of waves produce. It amazes us with the wonders hiding within its caverns. Without drawing any boundary or barrier, it rushes
to touch or submerge everything on its way”--- Quote by the Poet.
What engrossing feel overpowers me,
As I loiter along the sandy strands of the sea.
Waves whisper their goodbye as they recede back,
Girdling the shore with a garland of foamy blooms.
A zephyr comes tickling and tangling my hair
Seaweeds sway back and forth as waters shoot up.
Beneath the sand, when wavelets on my ankles kiss,
Like a child, I long to jump into the wobbling mass.
I let the water braid my hands, to savor its coolness.
Though I don’t like its chaotic depths and crashing tides,
In the music of waves, I enjoy a moment of unalloyed joy.
The sea is indeed a sanctuary of never- ending epiphanies.
The sun set peacefully
as I looked out towards
the distant red horizon
of the calm, oily sea.
A gentle breeze caressed me,
I stood on the edge of the beach
leaving imprints on the fine sand.
I loved this lonely beach,
the silence was broken softly
by the azure wavelets
that brushed the edge of the sand.
So much beauty and wonder
despite the darkness
that, like an old fog, descended
upon that peaceful part of earth.
I looked towards the sky
dotted with billowy clouds
that raced below the twinkling stars.
I wondered if my angel was up above,
looking down on me,
guarding me from my earthly woes.
What could I do without
my heavenly being of love?
I felt immense tranquillity,
the beach shrouded in peace
far away from the noisy cities
to which I would have to return.
The stars appeared: the evening star,
was it that heralded
the birth of my Creator?
It mattered not, for I was safe.
He was taking care of me.
I knew I'd never be forlorn.
Those days have passed.
Now I'm back home
among cold concrete blocks.
Yet in my heart is peace
for I can still hear
the gentle lapping of the sea waves
on the peaceful beach
that is my own.
I wished for sunflowers to lift their heads.
Feeling the warmth of your breath
They gently sway in tune with my love.
I wished for passion and earthy sweat
Feeling every inch of your sweet skin
Its totality, outside and in.
I wished for starlight to sprinkle dust
That sparkles like fireflies in the night
That I might see your eyes light up.
I wished for soft warm welcoming sand
To feel it bathe my eager feet
While wavelets lap at your tenderness.
I wished for nectar to quench my thirst
And found the memory of your first kiss
That took me to paradise and beyond.
But above all these things I desire
Ii is more time that I need the most -
To spend over and over again, with you.
© Griffonner 2023
Whispers of sound
in the dark of night
that I can almost hear
calling from far away
just outside
so very close
whispers of stories
once told to me
the lapping of wavelets
and bumpers that rub
creaking of lines
and distant gulls cry
as in times of old
to answer the call
go down to the sea
into the long ships
chilling air whispers
calling to me
to take my bindle
go down to the sea
old are those stories
of things that were once
remember in darkness
in stillness of night
The mellow western sky darkened,
The sea was calm that night,
Yachts tacking across the bay
Towards their appointed piers.
Luminous moon rays shimmer
Over wavelets that bathed
The coloured pebbles
Strewn all over the long shore.
As night slowly fell
I began my walk along the promenade.
A soft breeze was a welcome to all
Especially to the sailors that plied the bay
In their sleek sailing boats
Now tinged in red by the dying sun.
Along the promenade, I met with friends
A few words of salutation
But I hurried on toward an ancient tower
That once stood guard against pirates
That invades the surroundings.
Plundering and taking slaves with them.
The Tower was now a restaurant,
And there sat my love waiting for me.
The breeze-blown brightness of her hair
Seem to invite me to our destined tryst.
She stood up and we embraced,
A soft kiss on her wet lips.
It was a promising beginning
Of our night of love.
The waves lap up against the shore,
A soothing sound that I adore.
I’ve heard this many times before
Yet always, it’s appealing.
Aside from sea gulls, there’s no sound.
Off-season, no one is around,
So when I hear the wavelets pound,
Relaxed is how I’m feeling.
My normal anxious state recedes.
The ocean rules; my mind accedes,
For this is what my body needs,
A little dose of healing.
celestials roam through the womb of the earth --- wavelets within the abyss
wavelets wavering to and fro
lapping and caressing the coast
on and on the flow undulates its curves
till the sound transcends
their rhythmic motion calming
easing a solitude in turmoil
in soothing idyllic hypnosis
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
In moody silence, nursing my shallow bruises
I sat outside in the graying hours of the night
Staring into the dark cloudy night sky
With nothing to cheer my sullen spirit
My hair left in shabby mess,
By the mischievous passing breeze
My thoughts slipping out of focus,
Like tiny specks of leaping fleas
A circular pale face, though not in full sheen,
From behind the nebulous veil,
Showed up all too sudden
Looking at me with a beaming smile
I thought of a thousand smiles
Which kindle and illumine the universe
The love hidden in all things
That eclipses all bitterness and curse
Like ripples in a still pool
Caused by pebbles hurled
By the naughty kids’ wanton hands
A strange sensation unfurled
Tearing down the pall of gloom
Wavelets of cheer grew
Coming off in wider circles
Changing my mindscape into brighter hue
A new moment was born
And in the ceaseless beat of my heart
I sensed a new rhythm,
And knew all my dullness depart!
July.20.2022
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