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The Eid is bustling with joy come let’s give it a try f     l     y      away! To the deathless groovy paradise floating high on the elixir flow: The triumphant joyous wave streamed up from the secret bottom line!   Up above the lapis lazuli sky. A pair of butterfly basks in the sunlight quietly indulges in style. It goes on in slow motion illuminating the night a firefly perches on a slice of the Moon flanked by the moonlight. But you and me we will rhyme and chant in our lovely mother tongue. In the same original lingua like ‘Adam speaks up and all angels listen in paradise’. Come let’s give it a try f   l     y      away! On the wings of the moonlight we will s   a     i       l        away! Ambling by the Moon we'll **** through the starry nooks. Eyes open and gently perched atop a star for a moment or two. We will see miles of galaxies over the moonlit lakes of the blue playing cool ravishing lutes! The spring night is in bloom and the cute sleeping beauty wakes up playing the flute! Musical half lights filling the sky. Come let’s give it a try f   l     y      away! We’ll drink sharaban tahura the holy wine of paradise and once for all we will k i   s     s the death goodbye! Our story will fill the divine soil the heaven's flora and fauna each and everyone will shine on our page no houri will ever say finito singing our tale! As Adam did it first stunned the angels telling the nature of all things in paradise. We will do that once more without a smirk this time we will see the loving Creator!
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC
Eid Mubarak - Lets Fly Paradise
The Eid is bustling with joy come let’s give it a try f     l     y      away! To the deathless groovy paradise floating high on the elixir flow: The triumphant joyous wave streamed up from the secret bottom line!   Up above the lapis lazuli sky. A pair of butterfly basks in the sunlight quietly indulges in style. It goes on in slow motion illuminating the night a firefly perches on a slice of the Moon flanked by the moonlight. But you and me we will rhyme and chant in our lovely mother tongue. In the same original lingua like ‘Adam speaks up and all angels listen in paradise’. Come let’s give it a try f   l     y      away! On the wings of the moonlight we will s   a     i       l        away! Ambling by the Moon we'll **** through the starry nooks. Eyes open and gently perched atop a star for a moment or two. We will see miles of galaxies over the moonlit lakes of the blue playing cool ravishing lutes! The spring night is in bloom and the cute sleeping beauty wakes up playing the flute! Musical half lights filling the sky. Come let’s give it a try f   l     y      away! We’ll drink sharaban tahura the holy wine of paradise and once for all we will k i   s     s the death goodbye! Our story will fill the divine soil the heaven's flora and fauna each and everyone will shine on our page no houri will ever say finito singing our tale! As Adam did it first stunned the angels telling the nature of all things in paradise. We will do that once more without a smirk this time we will see the loving Creator!
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My narrow cave is zero colour a thousand winds that blow over only blow kohl yet to see an eye. The sunrise beams out in the morning's hush as do the sun basks in the swift uplifting rush. Ah, only to miss out again like yesterday, there was a cave it tried to highlight. Then lost me in the dark found a Moon heavily tilted yet over a shady turf. Every star eying upon it knows that tomorrow again, this will host the sunrise!
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
The Moon Over The Cave
Come let’s squeeze in while the sphere’s moon-lit cheek turns her other sunny-cheek. Come let’s mingle in the splash   while the sunup basks in swims across the dewy green.   Come let’s try it again while we are alive and breathing   there is a time for everything. Come let’s be creative no ocean is deep while a pearl shines in the seashell. A handful of earth is wrapped in the midst of a colossal airy space,   there is still a wonder in ****** green!
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Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
****** Green
Glowing bright in the dark is the moon the half of the sun! The sun from the heavenly blue colour in the midday rose to bear the light and basks into the other half of the night. Goodness knows when but God willing the ancient bird of time once will fly. Numbering the numberless stars filling the one halve the half of the sky! Maybe each star is a shining piece of one half cut halve that's yet to reunite. As the cream always rises to the top and God promised the believers paradise. Perhaps then without cutting in a fraction, once paradise is packed with the folks of the good ones there will be no more partial decimals of the pi! I wonder then how will it look, a full moon picture? If then the forever intact paradise lends a mirror of the ‘immanent feminine’ In Shaa Allah God willing that will still be my better half!
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 8:24 AM UTC
The Better Half
O liquid temptress of my dark dreams, Your ****** expanse calls me And I would sail ever on, Were it not for the elven maid, Who calls me, calls me She binds my heart with a lily white tie, Never to be broken, save by my torment Ever to be torn between the treesand waves. And I travel for ever, for ever, To reach the elven maid's heart which lies, Beyond the liquid temptress' grasp. The elven maid in beauty basks, Her eyes as auburn as hallow woods. Her hair as lush as the foamy tide, With ruby lips and honeyed words, She calls me, calls me. She breaks all enchantments on me, And calls me to the elven land. Her voice awakens the fallow lands, And fills my heart with unearthly joy O liquid temptress of my dark dreams, Your ****** expanse calls me And I would sail ever on, Were it not for the elven maid, Who calls me, calls me
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 3:46 AM UTC
The Elven Maid
The frost is still there, Throttling the rhododendron leaf, And ice stalls the dissolve Of the stone-like snow, Yet I am happy. The sun-rays are almost Etruscan, Filtered low through lace and blind, Like that ***** of sunset on Irene’s hair Sad “couleur de feuille-morte”. Yet it is sultry. I can open a window And breathe the warming air Finches flock close, careless, Now desperate for food And pluck menescent fruit Off an ice-bound branch. In the distance, a cardinal sings. Thick drapes are drawn aside And geraniums strain toward the light. In a nook outside the door, An old cat basks on a corner of sun. He yawns, seeing me, and strolls across the snow. All nature seems to wait, but poised, For the final unfettered token. Will it be a sudden, favonian breeze? Or the robin’s unrelenting noise? Telling us, “Winter is broken”?
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Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
Spring Day in February
Greatness leaps, all knowing, Goodness keeps the rivers flowing. Greatness asks, "this tall?" Goodness parts, "your call." Greatness basks in its marvelous story, Goodness, all content in its virtuous glory. Seek afar, Greatness knows no bounds. Goodness? Only deep within, can it be found.
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
Goodness Greatness
You are like the sun Everyone basks under your reflection Soaking up your warmth and affection Without you, the world would be a very cold and bleak place to live a world I wouldn’t want to know
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 10:47 AM UTC
Sun
1146 When Etna basks and purrs Naples is more afraid Than when she show her Garnet Tooth— Security is loud—
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When Etna basks and purrs
one who basks in the soft heat of grandiose moonliness growing fatter on honeyed imaginations their sicklysweetness soaking through the pores of countless generations their minds invade a collective consciousness burning arcs of inspiration – torches of the collective vision in drilling through mutual experience great gaping black holes of creation effigies of super-egos, lynched on altars of desire neon flames and disco lights, emotions on a massive pyre maiden voyagers on never-ending cruise sinking in foreign oceans – their endurance dupes minor gods of destiny and fate they await dionysian ****** of wine and food for thought and hearts that beat in unison a schizoid muttering that enlarges and deafens manic pleasure that spins and spins in eternal circles of pleasure and pain, loss  and gain opioid mists that dream a dream of everlasting name an addiction an obsession that sumbits to some masochistic drive to empathize. - Vijayalakshmi Harish         06.09.2012 Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
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Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 4:55 AM UTC
a poet is...
Night is but a word for the darkness that roams with men and the lands. The song of the winds sparkling with a woman's tears unshed. His blanket drapes her in the pitch of night. A cure basks within the lady's eye. Salt water. The tears, made salty by the churning sea. Cry the river dry. Bewail until all is nigh. The night is coming. The darkness foretold. Beware the madness with a daggers fine edge. Night may be just a word. But the wickedness is true within man's might. The sun will rise to cleanse the lands. Daylight breaks and the word changes. The faith of the worshipers dancing amongst the shining vivid rays. The danger has passed. Be still her fleeting heart. But be wary, dear maiden of mine. For the darkness of the night will soon befall again.
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
Salt water
❝ while he runs from darkness   she purposefully turns off her light   he saves her flicker and makes it burn   like a california fire guided by his wind   she spreads through the mainland   curving through the hidden crevices of the world   her scorching heat;   felt and seen and adored   as he runs from the darkness,   her light continues to burn a fire blue   the shadows slowly melt away from her touch   and he feels her warmth and basks in it   she thought she has saved him from the monsters   she thought she has saved him enough to stop running   but the shadows crept back in   slowly, until it consumed him entirely   and off the ledge he went   her savior,   reduced to nothing but a pool of dusk   and emptiness   and sadness   she was but a flicker but he preserved her   a flicker which continued to burn in her heart   so she savored the beauty of his grey tones;   found and accepted his darkness   in all the bright places ❞
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Mar 23, 2023
Mar 23, 2023 at 3:32 AM UTC
ALL THE BRIGHT PLACES
*Upon entrance into the realm of reality My first image basks in the bliss of your smile You knew that bearing two offspring was sheer destiny All the love that you bestowed was definitely worthwhile When I’m in pain, depression, or sorrow You welcome me in a warmhearted embrace Such care heals my soul for a better tomorrow Your unrelenting support propels me in the life race Your grace branches to lands beyond reckoning Your unique ability to serve others is a true virtue Your duties are far from easygoing You deserve much more than the credit accrued You fought valiantly when things turned gray You should have a nice rest on this Mother’s day*
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
Mother's Day-Sonnet #2
The autumn winds ***** her mercilessly, as idle hands lunge for delicate petticoats. Their ugly, pockmarked howls pinch her deeply with each new limb they expose, until her tears drop like leaves, unheard and become soiled. By the winter, she’s left leaning awkwardly like a slapper against a lamp post. Her body but scattered, bent baguettes, freeze-set with the frigid, nightly chills, which preserve her stark immodesty and her malign revenge. Yet spring adorns her with tentative protruding buds, glazed like freshly shellacked fingernails, as her body itches with the swellings of youth and foliage fastens frills around her chest, summoning the dewy-peach lustre of virginity. Now she basks in our wanton, forgiving glares. As the summer teases, she writhes Lolita-like in a raincoat that clings to her, just so. Her barely concealed fruits spilling out, as the sun caresses her skin hotly, until she **** with that cacophony of lilac bells gawping, grape-like, ringing out the sweet moans of her petite-mort.
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Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC
Wisteria
She sits in the back of classes Answers all the questions As if there to her all alone. She annoys those around Like no other. She spews out another answer, And sits back with a smug smile. She thinks she just a little better then the rest. She basks in the glow of self satisfaction, Looking disdainfully down on those around her. All the While insulting those who laugh or smile, as if their Happiness annoys her most of all. Do you think when she looks around, And realizes she has no friends, That she just supposes she’s too good for them?
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Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
The Girl in my English Class
I can see you with your wings     That the Angels gave to you         I can see you with the scars          in a crimson shaded hue     I can see you have your wings            I think I always could        You always were an angel           I thought you understood         I can see you flying high      soaring eagle scout from God          gliding past my house         with a fluted piping nod          Soar out to the glaciers        to the highest angel nest   you've earned your lovely wings     just like Michael and the rest         I see you have my wings      They're waiting in your hand         a song for me you sing          so glorious and grand      it's almost like you planned          your hourglass of sand              was running out         you see I have my ring          my angel from above     and while you have your wings         My finger wears your love        One day I'll take wing too          to heavens gate I will fly          no longer burning pain          no longer tears to cry                     until then           we have this love    those wings will have to wait        I already tried to ask     no answer came from Fate    shaded feathers my love basks        I hope you take your wings       and fly places you want to go           So when I get my wings          those places you can show          our destiny you'll know until then....prepare a place for me. Cherie Nolan © 2016
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC
"I Can See You With Your Wings"
I can see you with your wings     That the Angels gave to you         I can see you with the scars          in a crimson shaded hue     I can see you have your wings            I think I always could        You always were an angel           I thought you understood         I can see you flying high      soaring eagle scout from God          gliding past my house         with a fluted piping nod          Soar out to the glaciers        to the highest angel nest   you've earned your lovely wings     just like Michael and the rest         I see you have my wings      They're waiting in your hand         a song for me you sing          so glorious and grand      it's almost like you planned          your hourglass of sand              was running out         you see I have my ring          my angel from above     and while you have your wings         My finger wears your love        One day I'll take wing too          to heavens gate I will fly          no longer burning pain          no longer tears to cry                     until then           we have this love    those wings will have to wait        I already tried to ask     no answer came from Fate    shaded feathers my love basks        I hope you take your wings       and fly places you want to go           So when I get my wings          those places you can show          our destiny you'll know until then....prepare a place for me. Cherie Nolan © 2016
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lonely is an artist when he crafts his work, lonely is an artist when they need a muse, lonely is an artist when she basks in misery, lonely is an artist when lost in ones tragedy, lonely is an artist among their greatest work, lonely is an artist in their happiness, lonely is an artist when they craft their best.
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
lonely is an artist
A full Moon on the horizon of a powder-blue sky The gentle breeze of Dawn passes me by, caressing my cheeks like a lost lover, soft as the clouds which in the distance hover. I turn around, my back to the Moon: the melody of daybreak begins its silent tune. The first gossamer threads of Dawn's embrace, cobwebs of brightness, Light made of lace. A lonely bird towards the Moon flies, hoping in vain to stop its goodbyes; and my romantic soul melancholically sighs, attempting to imprint the image in my eyes. As the sunrise ripens, a celestial fruit, it robs the lunar ambience, grabbing its loot. And it basks in the riches that it slowly steals, in brilliant ombre shades, as the Moon - defeated - reels. The night's companion quietly fades, ethereal pallor on now greyish shades; no more powder-blue, grey turns to white - it's the bed of clouds, prepared for the nightlight. You've done your job, illuminating the way, to travellers and dreamers, lest they go astray; Rest for a while, take a little break, until Sun retreats - then you can awake'. The Poets' Lamp, nocturnal glow, you'll shine again, with stars in tow.
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Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 12:20 PM UTC
Full Moon and Dawn
The sunflower basks in the light My light And I bask in its beauty The sunflowers laugh is contagious I can't help but laugh with her The sunflower makes me happy I make the sunflower happy too The sunflower and I are happy together Best friends forever
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Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 9:44 PM UTC
Sunflower
Can't you feel my screaming heart? I feel all yours and it's unbearable To know everyone's intention may seem ineffable Though my passion is emotion and empathy my art Dwelling silent in a crowded room To the right a pursuit of lust And my left a lack of trust Empty grins with their facade and doom Another item has been stolen My peers in an unknowing uproar I see the culprits guilt pour From his weary eye and coven The ***** swoons the love of an unworthy patron She gazes at me with a tempting question Attempting to construct my envy and affection My will is stronger than that seducing notion The lonely man makes a joking inquisition All the rest see it as a laughable gesture I look with sad eyes to see his slouching posture He wants to die in his pathetic position The muscle bound dunce smacks his lips Glorified as the acrobatic conversationalist Strapped men in shackles and girls can't resist His compensated shortage of yays and yips A quiet smile looks on with a perfect mask Playing pretend with an inglorious burden Faking a life inside of her chaotic garden Of hollow theatrics in which she basks There goes the lad with his flippy hair The little ladies want a picture with the fellow Oh you're so rad the flocking lasses bellow And, you wonder why I don't seem to care?
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 10:07 AM UTC
Shallow
Along a winding meadow way Circuitous and pebble strewn Towards a brook and down a slope As morning sun outshines the moon An expectation clogs the air And all about the flowers turn To face a wave of tidal light To catch ablaze but not to burn A dusky fragrance lingers still And gathers calm as mercury In solemn spots beneath the boughs It lies in perpetuity The weaving breeze is powerless And banished by the canopy Abiding there a myriad Of all of natures panoply Drift along now deeper still A clearing basks amid the shade An isolated paradise A lonely little woodland glade Where early spring regains the lead And ferns uncurl a welcome hand The nettles bare their jagged teeth And offer up a reprimand A dragonfly takes up my path And leads me into humid heat She weaves amid the reaching grass And safely guides my straying feet Between the rocks and rabbit holes That litter my vicinity The creatures in my path retreat All sensing my proximity A fallen trunk now blocks my course Like driftwood on the shoreline, beached Its peeling bark is spiraling And pale in the sunlight, bleached Enfolded in its limbs I am As if they shaped themselves to me As though a plan of ages hatched And formed a place for me to be **
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
Something Warm
Invite me to a masquerade held in a large hall Most guests would be in suits, those you can see Almost all are dark males, all quite are tall All can't dance , because all of them are me Few in this hall are some of my peers One of me in a mask basks in their wonder To them this mask is wise,and one without fear The face behind though is foolish a coward and a blunder Few in this hall are some of my enemies One of me in a mask delights in their distaste To them this mask promises violence with energy Behind is the face of exhaustion and no anger to trace Few in this hall are some of my mentors One of me in a mask indulges in their praise To them this mask is one of potential and future Beneath lies the face marred by failure and laze Few in this hall are some past lovers One of me in a mask savors their longing To them this mask is a story with a knight and a tower But beneath Is the face of a lier gifted with talking Few in this hall are my fellow Christians One of me in a mask flaunts his humility To them this mask is of true religious commissions The face behind long faced spiritual sterility The last in this hall are my family I face them with half a mask of strength To them the strong half mask, and the true half face of apathy The half mask hides a face exhausted with it's life's long length
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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 3:00 PM UTC
Masks and faces
*The cloud and Sun are playing hide-n-seek Sun peeking from the veils of clouds With it linings shimmering like gold Clouds silhouette coming to light Responding to the warmth of the Sun To give way to the morning sunshine Resplendent Earth basks in the ambiance Ushering another day* © Amitav (Radiance)
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May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
Daybreak
She walks toward the sea afraid of the deep, but excited to see what lies ahead. She runs through the forest, sun streaming through the tall green trees. She finds a meadow where flowers abound. She smiles and basks in the quiet. But it is not quiet for long. She stumbles and falls, and fear rushes in. Threatening. Piercing. Gripping. Pulling. She fights as hard as she can. She wants to go on. She wants to open her eyes and feel the warmth again. So slowly but surely, she picks up the pieces. And she goes on.
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Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 12:46 AM UTC
She Goes On
Crisp summer breeze tickle wreaths of May blooms Yellow flats traipse blocks where blue ocean looms Serene waves greet shore's walls in fervent kiss Moon's afterglow brush the scene in pure bliss Fine sand witness time like dateless heirlooms Brine's musk basks nightfall in coastal perfumes Woven foams' calm poise in fond reminisce With each cycle's ending, they go amiss Red heels graze concrete in sultry whispers As the salt-rimmed glass plays in my fingers Gotcha!—my hapless victim for tonight Caught my breath, it only faintly lingers In front I stand, a door with four ciphers "Aphrodite, save me" begins the plight
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Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 12:04 PM UTC
A Wanderess' Sonnet