"enlarges" poems
Perhaps the earth is floating,
I do not know.
Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups
made by some giant scissors,
I do not know.
Perhaps the moon is a frozen tear,
I do not know.
Perhaps God is only a deep voice
heard by the deaf,
I do not know.
Perhaps I am no one.
True, I have a body
and I cannot escape from it.
I would like to fly out of my head,
but that is out of the question.
It is written on the tablet of destiny
that I am stuck here in this human form.
That being the case
I would like to call attention to my problem.
There is an animal inside me,
clutiching fast to my heart,
a huge carb.
The doctors of Boston
have thrown up their hands.
They have tried scalpels,
needles, poison gasses adn the like.
The crab remains.
It is a great weight.
I try to forget it, go about my business,
cook the broccoli, open the shut books,
brush my teeth and tie my shoes.
I have tried prayer
but as I pray the crab grips harder
and the pain enlarges.
I had a dream once,
perhaps it was a dream,
that the crab was my ignorance of God.
But who am I to believe in dreams?
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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
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 4:55 AM UTC
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The inundation of the Spring
Enlarges every soul—
It sweeps the tenement away
But leaves the Water whole—
In which the soul at first estranged—
Seeks faintly for its shore
But acclimated—pines no more
For that Peninsula—
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The fight of the mind twisting and turning,
tortured; I am learning,
my mind and soul conflict.
Desire enlarges,
but duty surpasses,
action thus constricts.
Dreams or delusions,
Passion or fusion,
Is it for me, really, to pick?
Where can I go?
to see this through,
and become the one who I seek?!
Jan 1, 2024
Jan 1, 2024 at 7:00 PM UTC
Forgive and forget, two very simple words you see,
The human mind itself is so very evolutionary,
Mustn't hold a grudge,
For the one's you once loved,
May your past be healed,
So your future is clear,
Forgive and forget, one or the other will do,
Not let the anger get the best of you,
They say the weak seek revenge,
The strong forgive,
And the intelligent forget,
Just wait, the poem hasn't finished as of yet,
It does not heal the past, I know that for myself,
But it in fact enlarges the future, and leaves your grudge on the shelf,
But one thing that you have to remember,
From January till December,
Forgive and Forget, not revenge and regret,
These two words keep you from being upset.
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
It’s the gold that is fused through the years a different fort Knox it is powerful it is all consuming and
Refreshing its buying the best earth has to offer with never entertaining the idea of selling it is secure
The stronghold of lovers the pen marks and distills adoration captures the enthralling
Qualities showing one to be a true prince and a true princess it is spellbinding creates the flow
That alone allows two separate beings to intermingle fused as one leaving a testament more
Enduring than marble can anyone match or make such facts that endure through the mapping
Of one’s person the details of their humanity revealed in the most loving description never to
See hair so gorgeous lips so luscious eyes that you only want to linger in their gaze for ever
Arms hands and fingers for the bliss of touch that melts your whole being the surrender that
Defines cozy to the ultimate excess what wonder is experienced by couples who through
Committed love have found the fragrance of the rose it is the rarified air they alone breathe
From these dizzying heights they draw themselves back to earths plane when they pick up the
Pen and with honesty born from delirium they write with utmost tenderness I love you a gush
Of wind is set in motion pleasure captured as it describes rapture of being held in your arms
When you speak it is nature breathing you hear coursing water the tree branches are swaying
You have entered a gulf that is fixed there you both are suspended the drifting clouds soften
Your brow is smooth the painter would and follows such sites to create masterpieces and this
Is Common among you all things are in harmony truly the cooing of the dove forlorn exquisite
Brooding enlarges your hearts you drift among the sacred forever without effort the enhancing
Advancing years what abiding how far can wonder be stretched it is between these two pillars
That lovers know the pen and the rose wakefulness is for living the dream sleeping is for
Magical conferment boundless endless twist and turns of greatest delight thanks for your love
My dear what joy and happiness you have made in my life how fortunate all of us are that are
Loved and love and His love for us will never end in this we are in a mighty fortress first we have
Each other then it is all enriched and made alive by pure love from above
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
As my world turns, and flips and goes side-to-side, side-to-side, side-to-side, I see all these things before me lain to waste, gone now here again away forever to return this coming never, always there and never needed, never there and always sought, as my world turns I sometimes forget where I'm standing, and where I've stood or sought to stand, side-to-side, side-to-side, side-to-side I see them all entwined side-to-side side-by-side floating to and fro to some invisible flow. As my world turns I need something more to look for and let these things slip from my hands and fall gently to the rough ground and as my world turns it enlarges, it contracts deeply and it expands widely, when my world turns, the trees grow, the wind blows, the oceans rage and clam, the birds and the bees frolic and die wither and fry, the lands are set ablaze in burning passion which subsides as quickly as it started, when my world turns I see these things before my eyes. When my world turns I stand still and watch the skies.
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 4:42 AM UTC
Don't get too close,
they never told me if it's contagious ,
or not.
My heart is broken,
not hurt, like yours,
but it truly beats out of time.
It beats like a seizing drummer;
all panicked and hanging on
for dear life,
like two little sticks
can spare the strife.
He's mistaken,
that little drummer boy,
for his clock never ticks
the way it was meant to.
It does get bigger, though,
but they tell me that's bad too.
It doesn't grow like a flowering love,
No.
It enlarges like it's dying
from working overtime
all the time.
Don't add to it's burden, please.
Just take what you want
and leave.
Leave the rest of this diseased part for me.
I need every ounce it has
to survive as long as I can.
Don't get too close.
Don't drain what's left of me.
I need this heart to breath.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
Pained Change
Blades of grass
Dunes of sand
Hope seems crass
Lost western land
Venture was always
The great pleasure
Mountain, desert spillway
Heartfelt must giveaway
Thrills and stills
Break up time
You’re the chime
Every mood known
Body soul rings
Outward it sings
Treasures now blown
Flat turgid bands
Constricted lifeless stands
Prairie poverty endless
Vistas are beguiling
Nothing enlarges loss
Sea’s beauty emboss
Will ever haunt
Expectation endless searching
The soul taunt
It feeds silently
Body nourished plentifully
Mindless without resources
The spirit dutifully
A lost observer
Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 1:40 AM UTC
There’s a funny tale read to children today
about a nonsense world found in the fields
on one manic hot morning
past a bubbling stream softly singing
at the place where a curious girl took her tumble
down a long hallway full of puzzles
and doors. If you’re sane, you wouldn’t be here
but here you are now, and it’s all so queer
how food enlarges your body to epic proportions
and critters, not of your typical garden variety,
don’t bother with “excuse me’s”,
“please’s” and “thank you’s”, but most of all
a strange sight to behold, a purple cat
on how to navigate this whimsical thicket
disappears with a trace, you see, of his wide grin of glee
so let us now stroll through the wood, to the Mad Hatter’s
where a tea party goes on forever and ever
and he hasn’t the slightest idea of the answers
to his many riddles.
In the distance rose trees painted red are growing,
while the Queen of Hearts is growing red
with hot rage at her subjects
in the midst of the oddest croquet game
with hedgehogs and flamingos as the ***** and mallets.
Now you could choose to stay here, or try to depart,
I grant you this place’s not for the faint of heart
But once you leave you’ll think about it
the absurdity has made you smile.
You’ll stand again
in the fields of another manic hot morning
hoping to God that White Rabbit will again be coming
late, late, for his very important date,
otherwise the thought of it fills you with dread,
because outside the fairytale books which you once loved and read,
a Wonderland must exist!
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC
With light touches of clouds in stripes
Divine Creator starts drawing picture!
White cotton clouds at the base of sky
He dips his brush of sun rays in it first;
He darkens the stripes and enlarges
To make bigger clouds out of it slowly.
The lively vibrant art takes all shapes
On the canvas of sky blue all day ever!
The lifeless frozen art of man just copies
A fixed pose only out of the real picture!
What a difference between the real one
And the copy within a few minutes.....!
Many hours man takes just to draw one..;
But Supreme One makes many out of one!
Feb 7, 2012
Feb 7, 2012 at 3:12 AM UTC
**A swirling darkness
captures and holds
our paths in time
constant changes
our senses perceive
but on occasion
time stands still
time enlarges and
a new substance
of being arrives
containing the path
the darkness
and time
no..not containing
the new substance
is all...***
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
It's setting in
The mania of the mind,
Voices and visions
Giving me good and bad signs.
The Pupils enlarges
My brain is in a twisted fit,
The body is out of control
You can't remember jack s**t.
The voices are calling
And it's so loud,
Trying to manipulate me
By pulling me out of the clouds.
I don't want to go down
To the sky I will fly,
Raised by the Angels
God will never let me die.
Even though I have fallen
The sins are taken away
The voices and mania
Try to talk and play.
Leave me alone
I know I have a gift,
Because when I lay to rest
My spirit will lift.
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
There's a certain nostalgia that comes along with summer
In on the warm breeze as it blows
A remembrance of us as young lovers
In a time set long ago
Old days never forgotten
Your touches made with devotion
Yet a loophole enlarges in my bones
Due to the pining of the past that overwhelms my soul
As I hold fast to the new days beginning
Clinging tight to the dreams that it brings
Where I find that life is worth living
If living with you is what it all means
Our moments in the sand long buried
In my heart that is carried away from this world
Further to another place where I gaze at your beautiful face
And that voice that echos along with every pulse of my core
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
The hole enlarges each time the heart breaks
So deepens the emptiness with it
Deserted lands dried with no form
It is as if the soul has long left
Seeking its rightful place in the afterlife
Searching for where to belong
Unlike my body which is already doomed from inception
No matter its journey, its path ends in distraction
Death will be the end
None can escape the ordained fate
I now question my knowledge
Because my heart longs for all that I know to be wrong
How can all this be sin when it feels so right?
My body craves the lustful passions of the mind
Yearning to take bite of that forbidden fruit
My hands stretching only towards that which is sinful
Thirsting for the evil wine
I wish to dine and feast on all this beauty in my sight
My eyes see only that which tempts
Every confession is the genesis to the next one
No sooner as I am whole, do I sin again
Often I ask why it is I feel at home in this folly world
This condemned place, home to righteous men.
Why is it that its strangeness excites me this way?
And its darkness attractive to me
In the depth of silence i hear her voice in the winds calling out to me
In the loudest of noises, I can hear her celebrating with me
And in the morning when I can see her beauty, I appreciate each day I wake to see it
Enchanting goddess of love, bound with this righteous of men?
Perfectly curved edge to edge, each curve more enticing, more arousing than the last
Ever teasing pleasures, she presents
Never allowing me a chance to get used to the warmth of her embrace
In that moment, all is good, the yin and the yang are all coloured white, all is right
In harmony we move back and forth in a circle
Moreover, I start forgetting the pain that this life come with
Surely, this love is a curse
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 9:08 AM UTC
You talk of black light,
I am not sure of which sun
you refuse to touch.
In moonlight your
behaviour changes. The space
enlarges for wings.
The flight stalks the love.
Shy of becoming a fossil the blood
footprints will speak.
Aug 6, 2023
Aug 6, 2023 at 9:41 PM UTC
WHAT IS POETRY
IT IS A DESCRIPTION OF WHO WE ARE
IT IS A COMPOSITION OF WHAT WE ARE
IT IS A MEDICINE THAT SOOTHES US
IT IS A GREAT LIFE TALE.
WHAT IS POETRY
IT IS WHAT I FEEL INSIDE
IT IS WHO I AM
IT IS ME
POETRY DEFINES ME
IT CARVES ME
POETRY
IT HAS NO HOLD ON ME
NO FORCE
IT JOINS ME WITH SOCIETY
IT ENLARGES MY INTELLECT
MY BRAIN SINGS WHEN I WRITE IT
**POETRY IS MY HOBBY
I ENJOY IT**
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC
An Actor telling of his heart full rage
Storyline by storyline that would amaze
Tears full of emotion
The cries from image within reflecting from the ocean
The troubles and hatred people made me become
To some people they consider me a ***
My bout of when I thought someone was a friend
Their personality changed at the end
Suddenly without reason I was told by the so called friend that I was a user
This led me into being the actual accuser
I asked how could you accuse when I helped you when you were in a jam
It’s like feeling a door slam
I also lend you money and because I was a friend I didn’t ask for it back
After while it became a shouting match
Attitude’s all caught up in catch
My heart full of rage
It had nothing to do with age
I was not through wanting friends being my end
Then someone was walking down the street and encouraged me not to give into defeat
The words were “God is a true friend and is the true treat
He doesn’t advise of any charge
God just wants you to accept and watch as your salvation enlarges to a praising surcharge
The Lord solves problems because he is the solver
He is an excellent overseer in warning you about things before they actually happen in advance
It’s evil that wants to prance, but God who is the chance
Later the person walked away and immediately disappeared
From that time on it was my message to preserver
Then the Actor’s finale words, “My rage has been depleted”
More than an Acting role completed
God knew what I needed
Your life in never being alone
God showed me and let it be knew
Thundering applause throughout
It was the audience approval being a big shout
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
Big unwieldy reputation
Every time I take a step it’s a big conversation
But nobody ever wants to talk about the real me
And once upon a time, I had someone by my side
But I learned long ago real friends are hard to come by
Well, if good people are hard to find that must be why trust is even harder
Big unwieldy reputation
And people who want to play like adults but are scared like children
Because they’ve learned nothing in life is ever, not even close
And they know every move you make enlarges your reputation
No, no, no, it doesn’t matter if it’s true
It matters if it’s good; it matters if it’s exciting
Because we are a ruthlessly sick crowd craving a taste of excitement
Which is why we all get left with a big unwieldy reputation.
Big unwieldy reputation.
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC
I love seeing a faith that’s so raw
real and beautiful
that enlarges my faith too.
No magic tricks or fireworks:
just the slow-burning
smolder of a steady glow.
I want to be that person
for someone else too.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
By the windows in the quiet sky,
On an ocean of smokey cloud limitless.
Hues of bright grey and blue of emptiness;
Nothing stirs this high not even birds fly.
In the cabin he hears the humming,
Filters through almost as if a faint sob.
The head dull drowsy lulls by the throb
Of soft distant drums soon dreaming.
For no more interesting movies to watch,
No more magazines that he didn't browse.
Being an avid traveller spends many hours,
Among the clouds he could reach out to touch.
Under a shade a young man looking up,
He ponders clouds in its voluptuous form,
He scans searches her beauty with his warm
Eyes, his hands so close enough he could rub
Feels her body in his and his presence enlarges.
He'd dream away of a lover from afar,
Like an unrequited love to a **** star;
Now he looks at clouds, it seems, only like mirages.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
Day by day
I feeleth less decay
Because of mine love
Because mi amour',
Night by night
Mine heart only enlarges
Im madly for her
Her love to me is priceless
Second by second
Hour by hour
Mine amare for her groweth
As if a budding flower.....
Year after year I waited for mine queen
Past life lovers, meeting once again.
And she feeleth as the beast, though I'm really that beast...
She is the beauty, the reina of mine angelic feast...
And as she goes through tough times
I shalt be her sweet,
When she muddies her toe's in mistakes
I shalt wipeth with oil and myrrh upon her feet....
And on her forehead I shalt kiss her
And leave mine saliva peck,
Mine love to be left as traces
From mine kisses upon her neck....
And when the evil creepeth in her life
I shalt taketh her Downfall's and maketh her mine wife,
In dying days and living and good bad and right
I shalt maketh her anew, and maketh her wings taketh flight....
I shalt mail her heartfelt word's
By mine poetic hand,
They shalt arrive at her door
By speedfast demand....
And when she read's mine soul on paper
She shalt knoweth how I feel,
For this I've been waiting for her
I shalt maketh all of her dream's real...
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Brandon nagley
©Elsa Angelica dedication
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
Pictures of you and me
Smiling falsely into silicon and sand
Two empty containers can be
Hopelessly contented and blaringly bland
The big eye caught us straight
And lied to those who see
Time for us may labor and wait
But autumn may never be
The link between us is growing
The fissure enlarges too
Words and feelings glowing
Concern for me and you
Future may cease my heart-sweat
Graves may close my pains
For now it’s truly a sure-bet
Drama in lovers’ lanes
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 9:19 AM UTC
Electricity occurred by two charges
Making lightening born and got enlarges
Of minds asking about the ages
Of these sights which merge
Two hearts causing thunder
The rain of love ascending faster
Growing green plant and flower
Getting their birds sang and taught
A clever dancer
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC