Churning clouds of stalking yesterday,
Wells over my staunch skies of today.
Lavishing caustic peltings of undated pain;
Stinging my groovy glean of repose, in vain.
Flitting flaps of self-will, curbed I stand;
Fending for my well-earned peaceable land.
Holding up the salvaging canopy of hope;
Feel I safe, summoning courage to cope.
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Born a cherubic birdie in the sulfurous times of the world;
Uprose it apace, needing to wing as high up as it could.
Autographed an unavowed tiny pipe dream on its wings;
Fingered glad and unassailable in its plumy little things.
Lightning wracked its comfy nest, in a doomed night storm;
Soaked up is the adult bird, whose feathers kept the birdie warm.
Stomached all the torment, the invalided birdie unable to fairly fly;
Squalled staidly, looming that its ciphered dreams would sure die.
Clock elapsed in haste and its fellow birds cut and ran their way;
Palpated the peril, as lonesome, it was highly unwieldy to stay.
Barbarous were the winds of world and tattered was its rest;
Swamped in icy rain, the birdie flapped in vain for its life’s quest.
Piloted in, a browny bird, cloaked in cleverly as a feathery friend;
Promising the birdie that its conked out wing, it would try to mend.
Banked the birdie, browny’s parole more than its one and only wing;
Reckoned the birdie, perching atop the maple tree, it could happily sing.
Days slipped away and bleached out were the birdie’s rainbow dreams;
Deplumed it was on each sun’s ascent, while curbed were its screams.
Long time glided by and little by little hushed up were its endearing songs;
Was cast off its nest remorselessly and browny abided others’ wrongs.
With breached wings and shriveled up heart, the birdie sighed in rain;
Calling God into question, “Feeding me pain, what did you gain?
If pronounce you that entrusting someone wholly, is my offence
Then how can I trust that you would someday speak in my defense?”
Pathetic to fly into the sky, wretched to die, hobbled the birdie all alone;
Chancing difficult to retrace the onetime path it took, too far it has gone.
Wings were irredeemably broken and its faith was terribly shaken….
In this unkindly world….will it survive even when everything is taken?
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Lovesome leaf was I, swaying frail and green;
Came an unhoped thief and robbed my sheen.
Life was gentle, nerveless and just plain;
Bore no baggage of hassles, to stock in vain.
Swanned I, in the slow sun struck woods;
Wool-gathered I, in the subdued moony beds.
Was beguiled by the beaming petite fireflies;
Trailing butterflies, whooped I happy cries.
Flipped a pebble to commove the sleeping pond;
Ramped up castles of sand on the shores, so fond.
Diddled with my fluid shadow in the day light;
Numbered the winking stars on the slate of night.
Clock flew the coop fast and the world said “Grow up”;
Slyness moused in and doors of whiteness shut up.
Lessons of growing up are cautiously trusted;
And swings of innocence are rakishly………. betrayed.
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Once in a blue moon, strikes the life’s inevitable arrow;
Aches rich the heart and eyes unfold the dams of sorrow.
I marvel…. how blithely subsists this supernal beauty, a rose;
Hovering cordially amidst the hardhearted prickles, so close.
Endeavors much, the loathly winds, to damp this rufescent lamp;
Nonetheless, walks in pride, this red splendor on storm’s gray ramp.
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The saline pearls that I forgot to erase………
Bleached out are all my witless vanities in a blink;
Repose, I wordlessly in the moth-eaten coffin and think.
Echoing her name from the elite memories, I have;
Pine I, the balmy touch and warmth of aroha she gave.
Oh asterisks! Bedim your glint, for eyes gestates my soulful moon;
Hither descends the angel of mine, aah…my life’s paragon boon.
Autumns she, as the maiden ray of sun and departs as the last rain;
Bequeathing my desolate heart unquenchable, all panting in pain.
Robs she, the bereft and sterile soil from my rusted grave;
Aflame in the acerbic quagmire of aloneness, and aggrieve.
Spited she, kneels in orisons and hollow handed, walks off;
Finding operose, the bracing stores of intimacy, to throw off.
Oh God, stream your grace, afford me a lone breath of life;
Know you not, knots of love are insubordinate to Death’s knife?
Engrossed in the absolute foolery of winning life’s bootless race;
Treasured salty pelts on her sugared cheeks, I forgot to erase.
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Detest me not so grim, to love you is, what I cannot.
What worth to you, will be my heart- a fractured pot.
You command a calamitous philia that I dare not give;
Otiose you sow the seeds of love, my stark heart deny conceive.
You are a solacing stream. In you, my afflictions defy to grow.
I am an abstruse ocean, in concert, we can ne’er flow.
Alike my loyal fantasm, you trace my spirit in low and high;
I brave not your eyes rain in pain, your soul shrivel and sigh.
Your thirsty psyche beg of unstinted cup of love, on knee;
Sip you not and sully your life, becoming WE is a mirage to see.
A debile and a scorned soul I am, endure no lasting nest to fly;
Do not confide in my wings, your faiths are sealed to die.
Ceaselessly you yearn for me, grueling yourself, day in and out;
You couch me in your orisons, in this, I harbor no edge of doubt.
I am an ephemeral cloud, bereft of repose- your pursuit all in vain;
Consume wisdom- your pedes bound to leech and pain is what you gain.
To love you back, I am deflowered………………but I do partake a care;
For your sanctified locus of feelings, I am plainly no compare.
Do not contend to wake up for me, I am a slumbering shadow;
Long-drawn-out is my dormancy, await you not in any meadow.
Gestating in my heart, in my eyes you lay,
Lasting on my cheeks, on my lips you fray.
Comporting the tales of gray and gay,
The tears dance in pain and love, any way.
As though the moon, in my eyes you wax and wane
I beg your pardon……………, why do you drain?
You imbue me to the core, like a fervid rain
Devising me sane, and so insane, again.
My trusts, dreams and ruth you reflect
Of course, my insecurities so disgust.
Mouthing my scathe, my tongue has slept
Giving no voice, you flow silent and perfect.
Of compassion and sympathy you speak,
Ever on your toes, to disgorge for the meek.
To satiate, my worked up voids you seek
Of longing and loss, so bleak.
You are the river in which I drown
And the bridgework in my emotive town.
You are the epitome of my tacit mourn,
Purifying to the brim, and boldness I adorn.
Of my soul, you embody the antiquity,
The sanctified and unspeakable nobility.
You prompt me of my blanked out ability
And I compass the shoring of my divine stability.
I ramble in the stinging deserts of heart, aloof
Alike an aplomb, you en-grain in me, a gravid relief.
Empty one more time, beef up my belief
Flood in one more time and enact the saline mischief!
Strings of Soulfulness 