Month: September 2023

Intellectual, Aesthetic

I just couldn’t help myself . I had to post this poetic repartee. I took the liberty of posting your comments, Cogito E Sum. I hope you don’t mind . It’s all in the spirit of poetic fellowship. Thank you kindly for sharing your ingenuity..


winter sunlight:
your smile warmer 
than the morning sun…


Cogito E Sum
Sun-bright light 
smiling sidelong glance 
winter warms 

me
last night’s dream 
still in my eyes
winter stars in my coffee 

Cogito E Sum
Dream poem 
eyes morning coffee
winter stars 

me
dreaming 
seeing stars in daylight 
symphony 

Cogito E Sum
daylight stars 
matinee music
midnight dream 

me
eyes sparkle 
Cupid’s melody 
midnight rendezvous 

Cogito E Sum
winter sun
shining at midnight 
bright moonlighted

me 
midnight sun
incandescent hearts
moonlighting twinkle toes 

Cogito E Sum
moonlighting 
transcending daydreams 
poetry 

me
wordsmiths whisper 
their beautiful dreams 
poesy 

Cogito E Sum
whispering 
winter’s starlit dreams 
starry nights 

me
the murmur of heartbeats 
in winter’s starry skies 
sighs 

Cogito E Sum
goodnight sighs 
pillowing sweet dreams 
starry eyes 

me
dreams delight 
fanciful flight 
slumber right 

Cogito E Sum
dreams awake 
as winter sunlight 
percolates 

me
awake and dreaming
golden sunbeams 
caress eyelids 

Cogito E Sum
languid eyelids 
caress limpid eyes 
starlit gleam 

me
tortured senses
eyes aflame 
yearning 

Cogito E Sum
licks of flame 
like winter sunlight 
soothing eye 

me
aflame
burning warm 
soothing comforting 

Poetpas
Cogito E Sum 
I’m still in bed
it might sound dumb
pretending to be dead
me
in  cognito
my eyes are shut 
finito benito 

me
In bed ,  playing hooky 
cus  you’re a lazy cookie
Enough of shy eye 
bed, blanket
and you
what a crowd !

Cogito E Sum 
Autumn light
Warming her bright smile
Winter waits

me
Fall ambience
Warmth of a fire
Winter wishes

Cogito E Sum
Fall painting 
orange sunshine
october 

me
Tangerine air
scents of scrunching leaves
nip 

Cogito E Sum
Air
Scent
Nip

me
Ambrosial
redolent 
breathe 

Cogito E Sum
Breathe
Ambrosia
Sneeze

me
Fragrant
senses 
inhale 
exhale 



a shout out to all poets .. feel free to add ..

A Stink Bomb

Once upon a time, there lived a bomb 
Walking around, he found himself near a tomb 
He said, no way, I ain’t going to burst on dead people 
Nor to the living would I do something so lethal 
I rather take the people who made me, to the courtroom. 

So the bomb came to me, shy and overworked 
He says, I was made but I don’t want to burst 
He was sad that man did things that were so cursed 
He would rather go and sink himself in a cloudburst 
I went running for my life, he was a stink bomb that dispersed.

A Honeydew Gloaming

Birds whistle goodbye tunes
For sleep demands submission 
Light lingers, fades
A honeydew dusk 
Hinting a purplish hammock 
That cradles the stars
As clouds sway with unborn tears
Earth below thirsts

Waking moon quivers 
In her flight across a black brocade 
Taking a vow to shine the night 
Fireflies spark a velvety horizon 
Nuzzling a honeydew dusk.

Baa Baa Black Sheep

Baa, baa, black sheep
Have you any wool?
No sir, no sir
I used up my wool
To make a coat 
For the wall-street bull

The shearer was mad as hell
Hell’s bells.. what about the clientele 
You , little sheep, you 
Pulled the wool over my eyes
you wait and watch
How I am going to cut you down to size 
I am going to bell you like a cat
And fleece you in your habitat

You will be shorn 
Till you are worn .

Eloquence

Like a sapphire glow that 
died light years ago
Its transience staining breath 
Left to languish as memory.

when hearts bleed blue in 
interludes of time, space 
Enduring the ache
Of dreams that come unbidden 
cruising a slumber’s cadence. 

Flaming the yearning 
Awakening the subconscious 
Devotion rousing 
An instinctive remembrance 
Like star-shine draping night’s curve 

Becoming the eloquence 
Elixir on breaths that weave words 
That were left unsaid.

Revisiting Old Posts

Sometimes when my brain refuses to comply , I simply cannot write.. then I go back and try to inspire myself through old posts..

lol I guess..it will be like cheating but I do change the title and edit the posts a bit ..

So I did that with ‘Losing myself ‘ it was ‘I lose myself ‘ when I wrote it way back in 2017 ..made a few changes and viola ..

‘Your midnight blue eyes’ became ‘His midnight blue eyes’ that was 2017 too .. I think I did write my best poetry back then. Feel burned out now ..

Is it normal to feel that one cannot write anymore. That would break my heart because poetry is my everything..

When A Mosquito Sings In My Ear

When a mosquito sings in my ear 
I know that I have much to fear 
He wants to get close, he wants to be near 
He is all poised with his stinging gear 
My skin feels the prick as he plants his spear 
There’s blood on his tongue as he swoons satiated 
on my skin I feel the itch that can never be abated 
Spasms of fever wrack my frame as the toxins invade my body 
my temples flame, eyes burn as I shiver into my blanket 
Temperatures skyrocket the thermometer’s Fahrenheit 
Shaking fingers call the doctor 
Doctor listens and falls off his rocker 
I swallow hard and see stars in daytime 
I wonder what hit me .. a blood stealing little fella of a bandit in a summertime crime.