The Chosen Words.

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The chosen words sounded eloquent,
When in mind uttered that looked,
For relief from the lonely carrier,
Ah,’ a web of disappointment she threw,
As even the air waited to see my smile.

And to mind, I said “I am not alone”,
Laughter crowned every thought of mine,
But tears filled my eyes, unknowingly.
The games mind overplayed became,
Scenes of a dream I never wanted to see,
Still, as I saw her in it, air in satisfaction whirled.
Oh’, light slowly left the dream in chaos,
And searched I for an elusive shadow,
Far away blinked stars to soothe my sight,
Reality lashed a thunderstorm in the dark,
As the feeling of her stepped far and far.

In sadness, through the dark, I walked,
And spoke out loud those chosen words,
“I am no dream, but a dream fulfillment you are,
No paths to that fulfillment I know but a guide you are,
A beacon that never loses light as love in purity shines bright”.

Through the dark, continues, my search for that beacon.

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The Wondering Spring.

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Nature commanded “The flowers must bloom”,
And she commanded the wind to warm,
Sun took a flight up north shattering dark clouds,
Ah’, they fell thundering down as life woke.

The forgetful chipmunks dug all over to find a nut,
The returned migrant gathered dried leaves and sticks,
Her mate flew all around to woo her to love,
Songs filled the air everyone heard clear and loud.

Sprouts came out, air warmed, birds danced and sang,
Ah’, everyone heard, everyone saw, through their windows,
Virus-scare kept the world inside and the season wondered,
Where did all the people go? Where are those naughty hands?

Nature stood stunned as the poetry she tried to recite,
Unheard and unfelt by the audience she expected, showed not,
The poet through the window with an eye filled watched,
As nature’s attempt to bring another poem went in vain.

Oh,’ the poem in his mind filled bound her soul,
Between the lines of the poem, nature failed to write.

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A Broken Cathedral.

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Walls with mosses filled stood up high,
As even the non-stop rain can’t cool inside,
Lights and candles and heating warmed,
Bodies of believers even when hearts frozen stayed.

Upon the walls scriptures and proverbs well written,
Golden old fonts made them mean more divine,
And when read out loud, ah’, mesmerized the hearts,
Some even thawed a little and welled those eyes.

On her knees, she stood and out her conscience stepped,
And to her, like a child asked, “What meanings you learn,
From all prayers and advice, when love unmatched God showed?
And away you walked in anger, lies and self betrayal?”

With closed eyes, she stayed and into mind’s eyes child stepped,
And spoke, “The purity of heavens can be touched in love,
Through the path divine showed us and deep in his words lives,
The sanctity of love you seek, the perfection of love you seek.”.

Bells rang and she opened her eyes and felt the old fonts falling,
The child still whispered “He learned to love perfectly from shine,
In your eyes he saw and no more shall you lie to me about that shine,
And verses in his heart sprouted with your face and smile.”.

When out to the world she walked nothing bound her heart,
All she felt was beating of his heart filled with love,
And life unfolding with every step she took,
Though far away from her, he felt the sprouting love in her.

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The Burned Out Chandelier

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Waves rolled their muscles and bragged,
To the bay about the love a heart weaved,
Hearing nothing in the thunderstorms the bay said,
“Speak in the metaphor I can understand.”.

And to the bay the waves rolling over and over whispered,
“Know the pain of a mother abandoning her a newborn?
And that orphan in hunger and pain but still grew stronger,
Faceless, nameless, through the crowd he wandered.

Deep in his heart that little flame of love always he felt,
The flame mother in nine months in him kindled,
Oh’, that flame lighted the candles in a chandelier,
Brightening every bit of life in purity and honesty.

The chandelier was the heart of a woman who brightened,
His eyes, his heart, and every feeling a man can live,
And to her, he said “I don’t want to corrupt my inner being,
Who loves you unconditionally.” And at no other face, he looked.

But the woman looked around as nothing she understands,
The crazy world fell apart and alone her mind wandered,
The world made her say “No” and a candle burned out,
And for every “No” she said other candles burned out.

Darkness entered the world and the world felt the pain,
Into that world entered, pandemic and corruption,
The orphan in his heart kept the flame as a smokeless flame.”.
The storm echoed the weeping of the bay all around.

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A Mystery I No Longer Desire To Know.

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Pathos in different tones rain sang,
As life felt a dragnet of protection gone,
Heart absorbed sadness that roamed alone,
And my soul to him whispered a smile filled story.

Oh’, soul tell me how long we will weave and tell,
Stories that bring smiles in life all around,
And in that pleasantness ecstatically dance,
Dreams that felt real and unfulfilled fade.

Oh’, dreams, in prayers of apologies I drown,
For, unfulfilled like aborted babies you all lay,
Hungry, gasping for air, ah’, many of you die,
Leaving a curse upon me that isolates me more.

Meanings I sought in the seeds in her heart I sowed,
Oh’, love lost I fell and gathering all strength I stood,
Love, life all a mystery, clouded by eternal storms,
A vagabond I am who no longer desires to know.

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The Warmth Of The Invisible Palms.

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Glory to you Almighty, who made me the son of my mom,
Whom you have chosen as the reason,
For me being me and the guide of mine,
Those chosen words of wisdom,
Those little punishments,
That made a heaven on earth,
When dreams were made about life ahead,
Those sunny summer days I remember,
Flying kites and playing seven tiles,
Those moments of bitterness,
Those silly frustrations,
And at the end of the day,
The warm pat from those palms,
Erasing bitterness and frustration,
In the greatness of Motherhood Perfected by my mom,
And in those warm palms I slept,
Weaving another dream about life ahead.
Those days are gone I thought,
Those sunny days some pages in my memoir,
Far away from those hands,
The bigger I became,
The bigger the frustrations with life,
Now when another day I kill away,
With frustrations that blinds,
When sun gives no light and warmth to the life freezing
When wind blows with furry,
That blows my dreams away like a flurry,
Into the warmth of those invisible palms I lie,
And a new dream for the ‘morrows I weave.

©LonelyPoet. From the Book Age Of Survival – Collection Of Poems By LonelyPoet -2006.

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