My fingers blossom My breath becomes myrrh As I meditate Into my chasteness I become the calm. Where my soul meets Spirit's quietude Hourglass waltzes To being released. I balance To become The woman I want To be For Me. #Diminished Hexaverse
Like murdrum, seities are lost Pullup of life, struggle to live Denned life of misfortune Income I eke, meagre paycheck Survive I everyday On succus, water and breadloaf I search in my pocket for halalah Forever thirsty and hungry Hungry and thirsty forever For halalah in my pocket I search Everyday I survive On loaf bread, water and succus Paycheck meagre, eke I income Misfortune of life denned Live to struggle life of pullup Lost are seities murdrum like. Palindrome words used are below Murdrum Seities Eke Pullup Succus Halalah This is a Palindrome poem I wrote a couple of years ago.I am posting this again because I know several poets here who are interested in various poetry forms, expecially you Brad Osborne @commonsensiblyspeaking. A Palindrome is a word, number, phrase, or other sequence of characters which reads the same backward as forward. Composing literature in palindromes is an example of constrained writing. I call it disciplined creativity.
The hard face of freedom Beckoning people to martyrdom By the people, for the people For future generations to come. It is like the devil's decree People know not where to flee The blue blooded menace Turning blind eye to people's plea. In this civil resistance strife Lost is the value of life Sitting cozy in glass houses Their exrtavagance rampant, rife. Hang in there people, stay steady Even though blue waters turn bloody Egypt, Tunisia, Yemen, Libya Soon a status quo of victory. #Rubaiyat
There is a warm mystery In the way he talks to her She reads him in time's suspense Embracing his lines of love....like Smoky whisper of vetiver on skin She aches for the rush of the warmth of his breath Letting love lean into her Letting him hold her soul Letting the ink draw words out.. When the soul lusts with sensations of a poem Letters become art A scented inscription spells Waiting for imagination to create reality Illumination of candor... #free verse
I am a listener of birdsongs Their rhythmic cadence carries me along. Drenching the senses by their consonance Sheer beauty of lyrical opulence. They chase the anguish from my heart Refresh the space of routes they chart. Orchestrating ballads as the sun comes out Little musicians warbling in nature's hangout. To harmonize the atmosphere With sounds of goodwill and cheer. In the soft caress of zephyr that carries Symphony of ditties over meadows, valleys. Across expanse of the cosmos Embracing the world with melodic notes. Without syllables in their descant Their aria sounds like a meaningful chant. The sky smiles as their laughter resounds In empyrean's cerulean playground. Like rainbow clouds that light up the sky I scribble words in the air and let them fly. It's like tasting the air, becoming alive When birds sing, it's like a fresh round of air supply.
There lived a man who was mad as a March Hare He couldn't relinquish his Devil may care He had all the Bunnies beguiled He had them all stew styled And then they all got loaded for bear.
Appaloosa dawn- A Meadow-Lark sings On the Prairie. Blackfoot country- Mustang packs a dusty trail Smell of fresh coffee. Camping among pines In the Blues- Plate of beef and beans. Woodsmoke drifts- Whisper of light in the mesquite Am mighty short on shuteye. Cottonwood trees sweep A Sego- Lily moon-- The river rolls. Night air comes down from the mountains gathering the darkness in the cry of cicadas. I dip my inked fingertips in the rolling river, inhaling the moistened winter sky...elm trees shape words on my parchment. There is a flash of lightening, a far off rumble of thunder..I feel a mite of rain on my eyelids. Moon wanders As I sleep... Moonflowers whiter than the moon... Between sleep and dreaming, I learn something new about you...