Let us say there are voices
telling us, something far beyond
let us say there are echoes
still chattering the contemporary
who may know but they are:-
so bold a human's
may be is refreshment or
may be is amusement
the more you step in
the overwhelming suffusion.
Suffusion of sadness so tender,
What I yearn for lies inside.
In bed you await me,
Together we will hide
from those who think we have a choice
Or that one day you'll be gone.
Believe you to be transient
A bus I can hop off and on!
I marvel at the swell of you
So familiar yet never the same
I know you'll never leave me
Nor your power ever wane.
In bed I shiver with anticipation
For you're my only truth
All else is farce, and only in your arms
Can I cry as I did in youth.
Accepting life would mean losing you
So that line will never be crossed.
Pain, my faithful, constant lover, Pain:
All that remains from what I've lost.
A flame of scarlet crept in a swift diagonal across my cheeks,
Then a gentle sarcasm ruffled my anger,
They felt a melancholy monotone beat of my heart;
The world!
This time, not a mere figment of a poet's fancy.
This is not a swaggering air of braggadocio,
Nor an atmosphere thick with flattery, ballyhoo and toadyism,
Because I’m beaming with pleasurable anticipation,
And can’t dally in maudlin regret over the past.
Having evanescent shades of feeling,
And flushed with a suffusion that crimsoned my being,
I paused, stunned and comprehending,
Because I’ve perceived the iron hand within the velvet glove,
And felt the ironic rebound of my words in poetry.
Having sacrificed the vulgar prizes of life,
I’m done sitting on thorns,
My hurrying thoughts are clamoring for utterances,
Because I’m immured in a travail round of duty,
The duty of living and dying with the ink and pen.
'Tis no collusion in the collision
or delusion in the decision
But the effusion of elision
in the intrusion of the incision
Accents the protrusion of provisions
in the suffusion of supervision
By which diffusion of division
in the exclusion of excision --
All goes to show
the profusion of confusion
~ in this here revision!
How fickle are the humors of the heart,
capricious and of alternating hue.
a masked chameleon of cunning art;
transmuting colours often hid from view.
Now sunk in sombre thoughts of deep regret
now tinged with envy's veil of deepest green,
rose-coloured when by love's suffusion met
or cleansed as white as snow and pristine clean.
Just like the changing seasons, hearts endure
bright sunshine, louring skies or sudden storms,
and when the heavy heart is overcast
it looks not upwards as a rainbow forms.
Kaleidoscopic heart, at journey's end
which hues will shape the palette's final blend?
entered 13.02.21
My Foolish Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
03/12/18
This is a palandromic poem. That is, it reads exactly the same backwards (letter by letter including the title) ignoring spaces and punctuation.
Resumes Reversed
I sat in unity—tied am I!
Evil I saw is alive, here reviled.
As a witness, eyes/irises sold I maybe keep. Oh drat!
Sad was I, how alone! I doth self-repel well.
Are vomit or foe damned?
An idle hero, my name vilified, I ceded a misdeed. Names!
I was as selfless as evil was.
I never reign; I sin. My hate, open as a gate.
Many merit a snide suffusion. Amoral I!
As not to cast filth gilded light,I—a frail, maimed, aidless, every pariah—lived as a devil.
Hair a pyre vessel diadem. I am Liar!
Faith gilded light lifts a cotton sail aroma.
No, I suffused in satire my nametag, "A Sane Poet".
A hymn I sing. I err.
Even I saw lives as selfless as a wise man.
Deeds I made decide if I live.
Many more held in a den made of rot.
I'm overall, ew, leper flesh to die.
No law, oh, I saw dastard hope eke by.
Amid losses I rise.
Yes! Sent, I was a deliverer, eh.
Evil as I was I live.
I'm a deity tin unit, a sides reverse muser.
Written 8.8.16
Yellow flowers pull the eye into the yellow sunset.
It's as yellow a yellow, I think, that any yellow could get.
As yellow as a dandelion or a glass of lemonade,
Or as yellow as my little dress, my loving mama made.
Written 3/3/16
Inspired by picture #2
suffusion of pink
over a sky otherwise;
west sussex at dawn
4/10/2015
Lying in a verdant spring field,
scents of fruit and roses permeate the air;
thoughts of you are never far.
They caress like the sun's warm rays,
bringing a suffusion of joy to my heart.
The hum of occasional automobiles
blend with the drone of honey bees
lulling my senses like a Gregorian chant
in an Austrian monastery.
You and nature have become
my tenants of religion,
calming my restless spirit;
soothing my soul,
until I am a placid lake
soaking in all that is you.
Space is wholeness in sphere of physical universe
Where the time is the movement
Within relations in this system
Space is always in balance
And In order
Expanding like the pizza bough
Adding no, neither subtract in this action
In this mass
And time is in different Tempo
With the difference of positions and relations in the system
Space is container
Containing self system
With suffusion of balance
In order of almighty Allah
motion is the life
Breathing is the time
Growing of space
Growing in space
Growing with balance
Supreme Energy, fluid nothing, effervescent Om:
Structured universal life, matter’s unfolding cosmos;
Exhilarating evolution, expanding along the physicals.
Nirvana, fusion of the body, mind and soul in equipoise.
The body stays not, creation demolish not.
Material consciousness oscillates, Atma explores.
It is the eon of all embracing energies; a residuum.
The suffusion of energy, in flawless realisation of the Almighty.
The intelligent performs not, insentient live in freedom.
Awareness, initiating karma with inspiring exuberance.
Meditation the path to conscious, unconsciousness empathy.
Absolute truth, a vivacious re-allocation of consciousness.
Mechanically inquisitive
Draped on neon tape
Absent mentality shadowing
Of ill-mannered wonder
Faceless stammering fallacies
Covering all in suffusion
Supposition oppressing
The veracity of facts
Bogus conclusions drawn
Upon a cracking rudimentary
Deriding night crawlers
Mocking the anguish
In hollering vestige
A feint of exuberance
Compels a nauseated anger
Griping my throat from the pit
A retaliating strike
Against this disease spreading
Mockery of life destroyed
Zipped and departing
In a blue flashing anticlimax
Mute eyes falling to asphalt
A revelation of mortality
The astonishment fading
In shoulder shrugged releasing
Disbanded heavy frustration
A barbaric yearning to behold
The dark car fades into the night
Liberating unnamed martyred
Silently dignified
Faceless retreating to window barred safety
The street again quiet and empty
Lulling the city back to sleep…
In self fabricated security