Sunday, March 18, 2007

The Jungle


A tropical dance
Like outstretched hands
Rhythmic swaying
The petals playing
With sight and sound
And smell abound
Orchids, jasmine,
Roses of heaven,
Dahlias and marigolds.



Nature lovers behold
A treasure chest
Of her very best
In all splendor the queen
Hot, wet and unseen
Stole away in blackness
With a sole witness
The night, starry eyed
As she ran to hide



Where exotic birds
Freshly heard
Wing in quiet
Like the onset of the night
And gentle stars
Light years afar
Captured by
Those enraptured by
Their shine and blink
In paint or ink


A poet’s bliss,
Like me, in this
Sweet paradise
Until demise
To savour the sights
And proudly recite
Inspired creations


Imagination
Fired by a copper sun
Only just begun
Exploring awide
Possibilities inside
And out, all around
Absorbing all sounds
From crass cacophony
To smooth symphony
Rising and falling
Ever enthralling
From the chitter chatter
Of the brook’s laughter
As she bubbles along
To the eerie song
Of wildest breeze
And darkest trees
In flirtatious duet
Beneath bright sunset

Oh what boundless

Grace here rests
Silently keeping
To herself, sleeping
Like a tired serpent
Under the vast tent
Of dripping foliage
In camouflage


Enter not this fantasy!
Come near, and she
Will flee under our
Touch of greed and power
Her virgin foils
Will fast despoil
Only those so tender
Could befriend her



Oh gentle being
I, upon seeing
You in such glory
Will recall your story
To those who lend
And ear and send
To the world your plea
To let you be
And you shall flourish
As is my wish
And all can see
Your grand beauty


S.O.L.I.T.U.D.E


Safe from opinions


On your own, alone is bliss


Little can they do to you


Inside yourself you abode


Timeless, spaceless imagination


Untainted hopes and aspirations


Deepest anger and hate


Everything is treasured in solitude


Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Request to a Friend

There’s so little I have to say to you
You’re just another photograph
Just another erased tattoo
On my bleeding skin
Today when you stare straight at me
And mockingly you laugh
You are no more just anybody
Questioning my decisions


I want to scream, make you realize
I’m not a thoughtless fool
For once, look into my eyes
Don’t turn my dreams away
A quiet mind with few words
I want to convince you
There are voices in me, unheard
I am brimming with things to say


We are much alike, you and I
Tiny mysteries that we hide
If only we saw eye to eye
There would be nothing to mend
Don’t look through me like I am worthless
Respect me for what is inside
As I see in you good company, no less
So find in me a new friend

Poetry

when language like bubbling streams flow




when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands




when you feel the essence of the poet from within




when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm



when images reel as you read




when pen and paper create a symphony




then, it is poetry
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