"balladry" poems
A composer
of the stars,
& astronaut
of dreams,
the unsung
swan of the
night, who
draws the
paintings
of her
thoughts,
the clouds
of dandelions
fields forever
in reverie,
her sigh settles
the seas of
lilac dreams,
as music
plays, she
enjoys the
indigo hues
of a bohemian
way of life,
and every
person
on this
earth is,
in their own
way, an
eccentric
of their
own hue,
upon the
painting of
life in the
microcosmos
to the lights
beyond, one
possesses
the traveler
in the chest,
a seeker of
the secret,
unrevealed
revelations,
a hidden
lover of
truth,
a flower
always
in perpetual
rebirth,
the secret
dancer
of the
night,
musing
upon the
wisdom
of how
every
human
holds the
aubade
within the
intricacy
of their
silver
scales,
in the
deeper
tides
of eyes
meeting
to become
one in the
balladry
of being
within each
other’s gaze,
for eyes reveal
the drifters,
who sail in
the ocean
of words
and catch
her star-dew,
where she
hears the
hidden,
secluded
symphonies,
they reveal
the lights
of their
own as
time, the
mysterious
one, flows
her fabric
and they
grow closer
to one, she
watches
upon them
unfolding,
as she
opens
her wings,
they close
their eyes,
when two
had once
seeked
to be other
than the
truth of self,
from their
chests are
opening
butterflies,
they awaken
in their
cocoon,
awaiting
the voyage
to the
moon,
the poet
sits by his
window,
and softly
sung “all of
what the
eyes see
in bloom
is poetry”
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 9:24 AM UTC
bawling ballads, blankly bask
basque baroque bent blessed be
beats bleed burn black bombastic babylon
bury berry's bandulu bashment
brake bodderations balking bahamut
blend borders
beckon bredren
banter balladry
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
I keep falling in love with ghosts
They flitter in and fade away
Three little spirits slipped wetly into my hands
****** and beautiful; we called each other family
The foundation cracked and poison filled the gaps
They used to laugh and call me daddy
Now…silence and estrangement
That name is reserved for another
Everything in my life was thrown into a heap
Misunderstanding and pain collided to spark the flame
I walk through this new reality, ash covering my feet
Yes, bartender, I’ll have another
And another
///
A wraith tall and handsome extended his hand in kindness
I reached with my entire being
Poured my heart into his chest
For a moment he washed me clean
We laid bodies entwined as poetry spilled from his lips
A summer zephyr under my wings
I was a phoenix
Balladry devolved to insult
He removes the dagger and ashes spill out
My brokenness is scattered everywhere
Yes, bartender, I’ll have another
And another
///
Splintered, scaly hands attempt to rebuild
A heavy mind sits in an empty room
Passing by houses filled with the ones I love
Never fingers to grace cheek again
I’ve become the stranger that can’t find a home
Saliva stretches as lips part
Lungs evacuate and heartbroken cries disappear into the sky
This hollowness haunts me like an apparition
Love…the ultimate curse
It’s previous forms have burned me to ash
Yes, bartender, I’ll have another
And another
.
.
.
I’m in love with ghosts
They flittered in and faded away
Aug 23, 2022
Aug 23, 2022 at 12:38 AM UTC
Pamper me with poetry
For it be, favorite indulgency
Send me notes with scribbled song
Join this **** verbose throng
Come to me with words of texture
Preach to me a loving lecture
Find more poets, listen, read
Favor phrasing; inbreed my need
Circuit airwaves charge this lust
Magnanimous wishes throw and ******
This family of balladry
For this bard works flawlessly
I’m a ***** for all your words
Give me seconds, give me thirds
Spit on me your favorite quatrain
Indulge my fervor macaronic and insane
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 8:56 AM UTC
I watched as the dog waddles away with his feet wrapped in a soft leathery boot, the owner too focused on getting around the mounds of snow to notice the dog's discomfort.
A soft whistle escapes from the accordion sides of the streetcar while a groan escapes an elderly gentleman, pressed too close to the wall.
I stand embraced by crowded bodies, snug in the middle of the streetcar walkway.
These times of discomfort remind me that I am human.
Experiencing life.
Watching, listening, enjoying the discomfort of mortality.
cherishing the imperfections, the frivolousness of each individual.
A balladry of the mundane.
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 10:05 PM UTC
Scripted words become my friends,
tickling the walls of heart until I write.
They are friends when I can’t sleep
and need to share their company with verse.
Friends when people betray
and scars form for poetic words to speak.
They’re friends carrying gifts when the sun shines
or below full moon.
Friends when a lover ceases to be
and heart cries at night for balladry to echo.
They’re friends for outlet when sadness comes
opening my heart to feel and heal.
Scripted words are friends
that come in breath of poets mind
becoming alive to dance in a readers eye.
StarBG © 2017
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 6:48 AM UTC
Turn the pain into balladry ,
Initiate a everlasting melody.
Do not linger in sympathy
Fabricate your destiny and ignite the flame of emphaty.
Rise to glorify your life
Strive not to survive but to be alive!
Simple treasures are on your path.
Why choose the road of pain and wrath?
The choice is stark ,
The world is tempting and the flesh is weak .
Chose the kingdom of God.
Do not ! My friend search for the worldly pleasures and treasure pitches ,
choose wisely for the divine, heavenly bounties and riches.
©Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 5:46 AM UTC