Category: New Poems

One drop at a time rain came,
The drops so continuous I felt,
They are the lines directly from heaven blessing,
Mind, eyes, earth and everything living and makes,
Life more beautiful, bringing more life even from mud.
Bless Me.

Put a head phone on and play these videos together… Close your eyes… Feel what I feel. 

 

I announced the name of this poem during the first BlogTalkRadio show and at that time I gave an idea about the poem in a series of poems I was writing. I brought the series to a halt but they are not abandoned yet. I took the name of the poem and wrote a poem with some different thoughts in mind. The very name will give you insights into the thought process that went behind writing this poem.

Have a great time folks.

The Blasphemy Of Romance.

Weeping through the night without a sigh
Weaving dreams in which we both dance
Where are you oh’ my dearest darling?
Why are you so silent with your love?

Let the world throw a storm at you,
Let life throw you in a whirlpool,
Let the skies shower hail at you,
Let the mountains fall all over you,
The will of man still can make you smile.

As, in your love filled smiles will melt
Mighty winters that froze,
Mountains and seas and will calm,
Storms that clashed within our minds.

From far, far away my eyes searched,
For the feeling seen in two eyes yearned,
Oh’ you are the light of the present,
You will be the light of future ways,
Come to me and honor the love of mine.

Pure is my love, though life never was all pure,
In the age dictated search for truth,
Sleepless nights and lust filled games
And the lies ah’ they built life.

Ah’ my romance for you a mysterious blasphemy,
Of love and romance by you and all you love defined,
All I have become was a scattered summer storm,
And the shattered broken heart by the heat of life,
Dried, yet still whispered to you in language of the heart.

Whisper of heart became screams of soul,
Silence left life stealing your image from mind,
Oh’ wonders of life and time lied they will heal,
All wounds filled with painful regrets.

When regrets with vengeance I washed away,
Ah’ all left was a nightmare filled,
With poisonous snakes from all around biting,
In those venom filled eyes I looked and learned,
They are manifestations of my own love for you.

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There are no explanations I can find for this poem. It is just the way it is.

The Girl On The Wall.

Through the sidewalk like mist she moved,
And nature danced along her charmed filled walk,
Through her morning walks expressed,
Her art, her poetry and in rhythm all felt, her music.

From her heart came a wonderful smile,
And the morning spread imitating her smile,
Ah’ what wonderful dreams her love can fulfill,
What wonderful life holding her hands can lead.

Then thoughts veiled eyes from the beauty passing,
What terrible disappointment her negative answer can bring,
Thoughts became scenes of nightmares in the depths of mind.
From a slap on the face to running away from a mob.

All passed in a minute or two and upon a nearby stone sat,
Many, many nightmarish scenes haunted mind but still there sat,
A naughty little boy passing by gave a mocking laugh,
And the bird on the tree just missed with the poop he dropped.

Then got up and all around the neighborhood looked,
“Where is she? Where is she?” the swaying mind asked,
Nothing seen, not much heard, long time back she was gone,
With the mystery of many “Why” questions, went back home.

Back home, sweet home, ah’ a safer place from all other life,
Empty home, Oh’ a dreaded home, lightless and cold,
The magic of electricity and bulbs brightened home,
Yet, mind in a gloom never spoke anymore.

On the wall, the plain old wall a smiling face rested,
What beauty to life that wonderful girl brought,
What gladness from her heart she shared,
All memories from mind with giggles woke.

Ah’ all nightmarish scenes those memories erased,
Life once more felt like a never ending symphony,
Then a little moment of pause brought to mind a reality,
The girl on the street was just an imagination of unspoken love.

The smile of the girl on the wall erased that thought too.

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A lot changed today… Frustration filled it by the end. I wanted to write a lot and decided not to. I never expected life to be easy but nothing changed, so I rest. There is this one girl to whom I should say this. You are in the most fantastic way to getting yourself fucking fucked you fucktard.