"outshining" poems
In the cusp of closing night, I look into your weary eyes;
once outshining city lights. I see no way to realize
the healing of this blight - I venture to make a phoenix cry.
Remedy of such mythos might, might just prove unjust lies.
Chance restoring your ere vacant sight - fighting soul’s primal guide.
As any chance to restore my bride, binds our fractured lives.
...No words to describe affliction already decided.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
It is funny to see banners wishing Happiness displayed with cinematic glamour,
the pictures and hordings of Banner heroes.
The one at Tannery Road junction was peculiar to mention.
Here it was common
The captions "Happy" used to summon names of sundry festivals-Local and national, even internstional.
What's uncommon was the bold prints
of a hero's name ARUMALAI outshining
The caption and his larger than life picture establishing the photographer's digital brushing skills.
A passer by wondered who'd be this Arumalai,
Is he so great as to be advertised in polivynil?
His glorious deeds may be what they want you to heed
Still never ever seen or heard of his manners
Anywhere than in these motley banners
Just as a function
at the Tannery road junction
Each one passed by this colossal glance attracted provoking protracted ruminance what do this expensive banners really mean?
In another occasion
the glaring glorifying picture
of ARUMALAI followed the tag
Corporator,
Below the man posing a DICTATOR.
That was a period to a period of mystery!
Banners changed with seasons
with greetings on religious occasions
Festivals of importance
Birthdays of men even
with crowded profiles of hailers
Whose unrully manners
Too clogging up the banners
Like a wanted list of jailors.
One day a strange banner
hooked by the Tannery cross over
Spooked and shocked every passer-by
There the usual banner cut out
the larger than life image blings-out
Arumalai the BBMB corporator
Posing as dictator!
There was no wish of any kind.
It was a notice startling any mind
The sad demise of ARUMALAI
The BBMB corporator
Still possed as dectator
By his living promoters.
"He was sick and the local dispensary advised a minor operation.
He was administered
the necessary treatment.
Was referred to a super-speciality
centre and was declared dead.
His sad demise was advertised, he was forty.
His chummies complained of medical negligence", was the only news summary
in major news papers...
What was the reason for the minor surgery
What're the preparations
for the corporator's operation
All are mystery for a causal itinerary
passer by crossing over the Tannery Road junction, wondering at the strange envountering with banners
that come and go
Keeping no annals
Floating on the mind for a while
Stopping at the red's knell,
Moving with the green signal
The rise and fall of heroes
As binary one and zero
The banners tell a story tertiary
Of the rise and fall of a luninary
Within a plane ofmomentary
Variation of red and green
On the Tannery road's screen.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 5:13 AM UTC
If I could steal Saturn's ring
Or paint the sunrise in Mars
Tie the comets to a string
Or maybe pull down the stars.
Wish I could fly to North Pole
And ride the great Polaris
To make the constellations roll
Under her divine orifice.
I'd walk the whole universe
And ride the lunar crescent
Sail the heavenly rivers
To find a fitting present.
For a celestial being
Brighter than Andromeda
Among the stars outshining
In the streams of Aurora.
The Virgo on Earth descends
Zodiac to a sister's birth
And in her heart she transcends
A treasure of greatest worth.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 4:15 PM UTC
It’s been told she has the heart of the Sun A bright bronze sphere
That can never turn down fun
Brazen is she towards those who stand in her way
Guided by faith, her feet never stray
No matter the currents or the strength of the Tides
She goes low when they fly high
Like Hawksbill, Green, Loggerhead and Leatherback
She attains the longevity they endure
Her voice is as sweet as the Black Pineapple
Her beauty resembles the Antiguan hibiscus
Some might even say more
For her beauty is something you can’t ignore
Whenever one door closes
She makes one more open
Always giving faith a fighting chance
Whenever the option arises
She always chooses to DANCE!
As the soca rhythm flows into her blood steam
And the bright colors of carnival collide
There outshining the others
You can find the person I call my “MOM”
My Antiguan Queen
Always representing red white black blue and gold pride
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC
The Siren song
Sung by the Sea
Sounded so much
Sweeter
Before the boy
Was born.
Truth be told,
I was born that day as well.
We shared our first breaths.
Delicate and enduring atmosphere.
Sweetest, most overlooked element:
OXYGEN
Awoken our lungs
And spread life out
Through our
Fingers,
Toes,
Tears.
(His were louder,
Mine were longer)
We shared more than
rarefied air that day;
Excitement.
Confusion.
Love.
Fear.
Before I knew it
My Scorched sailor’s skin
Sought sanctuary
In
Landlocked love.
You see
The inconvenient, unfortunate, and unavoidable
Fact of humans is,
They like to eat.
And warmth is also nice.
Diapers.
And Kathy next door just got this great icebox and she says she doesn't know how she lived
without it and that in the long run it will actually save her money, what with buying in bulk and not
going to the store so often and leftovers.
So there’s that too.
So I work
Willingly, willfully
With wetness
On Back,
But not behind ears.
And my captain is a good captain,
A true captain.
Our pay is always waiting when and where promised.
Pennies are not pinched when providing rations.
He gave me this job out of the goodness of neighborhood.
But he has no child.
No wife.
Little reason to head to port,
And less to linger long.
I see my boy’s chestnut eyes in my dreams
And they act like the cruelest potion,
Which, when sipped
Leaves the drinker with only more thirst.
But there are dollars here,
And, what other skills do I have?
And, bellies are full.
I try not to complain.
Tonight,
I want the fireplace,
Roaring.
Our boy smiling, laughing
His cheeks having played chameleon
With the scarlet of our flag.
His mother;
Her eyes,
Outshining her hair,
Outshining the sun,
Scroll between our boy and the page,
As she reads his favorite book of tales.
He doesn't understand a word,
But I do.
We share an unnumbered smile.
He likes the pictures.
My mouth has tasted of salt for
64
Long
Days.
The ocean gives,
And the ocean takes away.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
There are too many people
With smiles outshining
Their hearts
When did it become acceptable
To say foul things
As long as we brushed our teeth
Instead of being good people
Even in ***** clothes
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
She has a luminescence about her
A way of outshining the neon and fluorescent
That cling to her curves as she dances beneath them
I stood there, in my second-hand persona,
wearing a mask of bravado, now whimsical with
its mouth agape, staring as she made love to the music.
I recollected myself,
remembered to breathe,
swallowed my heart,
and dared to move closer.
The rhythmic pulse of the music
threatened to crush me as my feet touched the floor-
my head still in the cloud generated by her heat,
that permeated every molecule of my body.
The closer I got, the harder it was to keep
from succumbing to the lack of air.
"Remember to breathe.
You're sweating.
Abort. NO.
Play it cool. You're cool."
I could have pieced together
A thousand words, pulled from the ether
and crafted into exactly-what-she-wanted-to-hear,
But she had taken my air.
My tongue wouldn't move with my lips
To form a simple hello.
I just stood there in my mask.
No longer whimsical.
Nearly desperate
and certain that I would die right there.
Then, in a move that writes love songs,
that creates sunsets and shifts paradigms,
SHE, this caramel-skinned goddess
Wove her warm, illuminated fingers into mine
And pulled me into that dance
That she was sharing only with the music.
Not breathing again.
Keep moving.
Stop thinking.
Just be. Right now, just be.
So, I was. Dead to time and space,
alive to the moment and the music,
Her touch, the light and the curves.
She held to me as if she read my mind;
perhaps I wear my heart in my eyes.
Eyes that she seemed to pull my soul out of
To drown it in hers, as she danced
With me.
To me. Through me.
Beyond me.
But with me, as though I were the light and the music,
and she wasn't done making love.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 7:01 AM UTC
calling out your name in the dark
It's become an excruciating custom now
An unquenchable thirst
daylight stings and moon hovers
dispassionately
over my head
heavy with laments over a fallen crest;
Still I imagine
still I dream
that you'll tune my painful screams
into a hushing lullaby,
with a promise of forever
you'd gift my gloomy tears a twinkling gleam;
But now I'm wearing this blindfold
refusing to see the light outshining this pathetic hope ;
You are not here yet,
Maybe you never will be,
But I'm not ready to move from you yet,
And I doubt that I'll ever will be free
From these painful lumps,
burning eyes
swollen throat
and prickled heart
emptying it's blood,
so slowly that years go by
And I can now feel the quitting of daylight
while my blindfold lets out a long sigh;
as if stating to end
this idiotic nonsense
of tucking heartbreak and love
under these lyrical verse;
Aug 20, 2022
Aug 20, 2022 at 3:06 PM UTC
His garb was not spectacular,his shoes were grey and worn;
his hair was longer than a mere crewcut.
His nails were very *****
his veins were free of needles-
and his face shone bright red
in the misty sunlight.
He greeted the sky with a wail of delight,
and the hearts of passers began to throb.
Summer and autumn were remarried in an embrace of generous hope,
throbbing airwaves,tapping feet,delighted smiles.
And then along came a citizen,politically correct;
oh so relevant,barely tolerant ,emancipator.
With a fuzz of of ***** gray
a salloween expressive nosegay-
A mission to expunge the infiltrator!
He was busy with his flute;
he could not practise,he said
"I only live two hundred yards away.
You must cease and leave this place
you do not fit here in this race-
ABANDON this ridiculous idea!"
So,the stopwatch was set;
the 'half hour rule' began to reign:
And the police turned up
after merely twenty minutes!
Nelson's watch saved the day
"take another twenty"They did say
and our liberator slunk away
unfairly treated.
Though earth on heel and
sky on neck:Lovers'
authentic myth
outshining heaven:
a piper
on a bridge
unsheathed
across
the Ij
A klted
magpie.
unswathed
the lay
fairly
greeted
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 7:55 AM UTC
A Splendid Sunny Monday,
when the sun is shining so bright,
The cool autumn here helps
people to get out and
take their daily walks
and make it work on
time.
A Splendid Sunny Monday,
the skies are very blue,
the sun is outshining,
but my life is nothing is without you.
Mondays come, Monday goes,
the evening will come once again,
I will toss and turn without you by my side,
and
wish you were with me again.
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 11:37 AM UTC
The ocean and the sky
The place where the end and the endless meet
The place where they dance with golden embers of fire
The ocean and the sky
The place where the endless and the end meet
Hazel eye
Outshining the darkening sky
And the dancing ocean premise
Brilliant laughter
Brighter than the dying star
The ocean and the sky,
Where all the ends meet
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 7:10 AM UTC
*I do not know who I am and there's really nothing sadder than this,
especially when people are constantly questioning you about who you want to be and you don't know what to say or how to act.
I can hardly keep my thoughts together, I don't know how to put them in order. And I--
I am losing myself everyday as I give everything my utmost devotion,
only to find out that I have not been given any in return.
At this hour of night, I feel empty and useless.
And it's probably true that this tear-stained sheet of paper I'm embedding my thoughts in will mean more to me than I ever did to anybody.
And it's sad because I could never blame them.
There isn't a specific character that is outshining the radiance of others to love.
There aren't anymore dreams, or hopes, or hobbies to hold on to.
Everything is a lie. My entire being is a lie.
I am caught at intersection point,
attempting to busy myself by etching out words on the graveyard.
"Come be my savior."
You are not there, and you will never be.
You, my darling, are a lie as well.
I am not able to kick, or writhe, or scream,
for I am trying to jot down what I'm thinking.
And sometimes when you don't know what you're thinking or why you're thinking,
you just remain completely frozen, with your breath ****** straight out of your lungs
by those you love the most.
I can never rely on anyone.
Nobody cares about you no matter how much they state they do.
They are all a lie, too.
I am immortal, and I am utterly dead.
I can hardly feel my fingertips at the touch of this pen
as I am encompassed by a numbness so cold it burns.
For I am a lie, as well.*
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
*we're used to disappointment
our eyes shine brighter
without lights to guide them
we'll hold hands when we're done
when the moon isn't the only thing
capable of outshining the sun
the night whispers in our ears
and the days rush forward
turning into years
we're used to disappointment -
we can't find stars in clear skies
so we don't need them to guide our eyes*
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC
i saw you in the moon
it was comforting. most people attribute their
(eternity)
special someone to the sun. you were never that for me.
you were many countless, irreplaceable, unknown qualities
that i wanted. none of them were glaringly obvious.
besides, i am never in the light.
i am always in the dark.
(the deep and lovely dark)
i am never lost there. i never needed a star to guide me home –
i was home already.
what i wanted
(craved)
was the steady presence to remind me
that i was not alone.
the moon is always there, you know – even when you can’t see it.
so, i look up as night falls
(that black curtain sweeping down, down)
and hope you’re somewhere
(happy)
nearby, looking at that round rock in the blackness,
outshining all the rest.
i know it’s not a star, but i make a wish anyway:
your name
(a prayer, whispered)
followed by three little words.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
For ages
Saddled with
Domestic chores
Confined indoors
With a traditional muzzle
Devoid of a voice
With fellow housewives
We were sweltering
Under the class
And gender yoke
Seen weak though
We were strong as a rock.
Things taking
A positive turn,
When people about
Women's potential
Came to learn,
Enjoying a level ground
And expertise,
An outshining
Women farmers
We have begun to enjoy
A handsome return.
After unremitting exertion
In a special way
Drawing attention
Investor we have indeed
Created job opportunities
For numerous in need
On their turn who have
Many mouths to feed.
We members of the fair ***
If not denied a chance
Could outsmart
Many a man, in a given
Task, grappling with his part.
In the Science
And political arena
Ladies that prove brilliant
Must come to the limelight.
In the military
And peacekeeping task
On the athletics track...,
There are also women
Who merit a tap on the back.
Breaking the double yoke
Must be the era's talk
Gender based discrimination
Should no longer pose
In development's wheels
A spoke!
Let this volubly
Resonate from
North to South
And from Beijing
To New York!
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
a lady of colorful blood
prepped in white uniform
she'll put your heart back together
whenever you feel down or torn
she deeply loves a boy
as if he's from her books
way past his words and actions,
way past his looks
ointments of her embrace
and her medicinal laughter
she dreams and doesn't know it
but she's already a doctor
sometimes her puns are die-worthy
yet sometimes they give life
she cures with her compassion
and bandages the strife
people give her their sadness
in return, is happiness, she gave
all will be unnumbered--
those lives which she saved
i liken her to the sun
i liken her to the stars
i liken her to the brightness
outshining the scars of dark hearts
she's no plain jane
she's no ordinary girl
i brought her into my life
and she brought healing to my world
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
Strawberry lips
Words never sounded so sweet
Everyone likes strawberries though
I don't believe
Warm skin
The cold never seemed so distant
Nobody likes being cold though
The feeling is instant
Smiling eyes
Outshining all frowns
Nobody likes tears
You could put a woman down
Gentle soul
Intimidation something one could not see
Everyone loves a kind heart
Everyone would be better than me
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
The moon is beautiful in her solitude.
From afar she is like a pearl, pure white
Like milk.
Though she knows multitudes:
She is not white like a pearl, smooth like
silk.
Surfaces are cratered, tumultuous, grey and not white.
Sometimes she is shy, disappearing behind clouds and shadowed trees,
As if she were scared of her own light.
She waxes, she wanes, she decreases
And fades, only to become brighter than ever.
She knows what it is like to be ever -changing, outshining everything in
Her splendor.
Like her, I want to illuminate dark skies.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
Waiting.
Swallowed by ochre sheets,
watching you
reveal the stars playing under your paper skin,
Outshining the ****** streetlights
peering through my
windowpane.
Calling
like sirens of melted viridian
from the shores of my doom.
Drifting,
(apparition? wraith? spirit?)
your halo of fire
splayed along my bed
Illuminated.
Moving
to the tempo
of telltale hearts
Conducting
an orchestra of motion
Strings and tendons stretched
Vibrating in harmony
Two frail bodies
Colliding
in the night, louder than
the most impressive percussion
Holding the last note on
a heavenly fermata
And the conductor never said stop.
Ringing
from the concert hall
bedroom like the sigh
sounded from a thousand
symphonic suns.
Fading
in the evanescent eruption.
The tendrils of night
Weaving
dread threads
into our heartstrings and
Plucking
their sour tune -
maiming our melody
and
hacking our harmony
til the piano
was but firewood
to an empty flame.
Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 2:35 PM UTC
A ring of natural perfume is adorned on you neck
like the sweet dew of April mornings.
Chains of daisies and dandelions,
which hold a thousand wishes each,
connects like bonds created by
you and me.
Let my hair fall
and inhale comforting bliss
while exhaling bothersome regrets.
Watch the sun kiss the earth goodnight
as it lets the sky open
to glittering stars.
None are capable of outshining the twinkle in your eye
or the shine of those soft lips.
None can compare to you,
an April diamond,
flawless and perfect to many
Smooth edges and clear soul,
a birthstone destines to resonate
within the heart, soul, and mind.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC
About it, you made the right choice it
All worked out in the end there were
Parades and balloons and you earned a
Trophy
Earned, not received
And they never pop, never dull
Limp with fractured wrists and arms and
Popcorn full to the threatening point of
Bursting, but they hold on for you
Watch your eyes ***** spewing dark sky
Studded with stars in the hopes of
Outshining all our halogen
Smiles
Jul 14, 2011
Jul 14, 2011 at 4:17 AM UTC
All the questions I could ask myself
About you and I and we and us
Does not hold a candle to the truth outshining us.
I do not need to hear your words, although you know I long to.
You've slipped away, a swaying phase, unsteady as the moon
In your island you're always hiding far out of reach for me.
I know the rules and I try to tip-toe around them.
Caught in a roulette wheel, shooting myself in the foot.
Swinging on the vines like Tarzan in the jungle, my Jane
Does not belong to me, enamored, enchained,
To this life I'm in, I shall indeed remain.
You are a glittering spotlight far away,
The light tower,
And I am only a glint in the corner of your eyelash,
I might cower,
The instant you turn to me, the minute you decide to fight for me.
The right hour
I am able to be yours, in this life, if ever, you have me,
So clever, wrapped in maroon silk cocoon, staved away,
For you, alone, always unable to love another, steal me from my lover like plunder, come find me on my shores
And take what has always been yours.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 4:12 AM UTC
The starlight sings to the dead of night
crimson lullabies from times long gone,
stories of sorrow, love and might
that keep the dark entranced til the break of dawn.
Though the sun rises, outshining the stars
their shimmering voices can still be heard,
their silver tongues weave tales of Mars
the great God of War and the battles he spurred.
They croon of the lovely Venus, goddess of love
whose body beguiled the lustful soul of man,
whose beauty enchanted realms below as above
and inspired tomes of poetry as only woman can.
As the sun grows weary and his brilliance fades,
and the cotton candy sky gives way to ebony,
as the phantom moon begins her promenade,
the stars reemerge and resume their symphony.
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC
Bob West said
why are you always
looking towards
the girl’s playground?
Looking for someone
you replied
who? Bob asked
A girl who gets
on my school bus
Bob pulled a face
and combed
his black oily hair
is she good looking?
Like an angel
you said
and peered
at the playground
across the way
where girls were
skipping or walking
in pairs
See her yet?
Bob asked
no not yet
you muttered
wishing you had
hoping she'd come
into view
don’t see any point in girls
Bob said
putting his comb away
in a top pocket
wiping his hands
on his grey trousers
my dad said
they’re only after two things
money and babies
steer away from them Bob
he said
you watched
as girls moved
about the playground
each dressed in grey skirts
and green tops
haven’t you ever
been moved by a girl?
You asked
moved? Bob said
moved?
Ain’t no girl
going to move me
he muttered
spit hanging
on his lower lip
like a suicidal
waiting to jump
what’s this angel girl got
that’s so special?
He said taking out
a handkerchief
and wiping his brow
I don’t know
you replied
and as you said it
you saw her
come in to view
outshining the sun
more beautiful
than summer
and staring at you.
Feb 9, 2012
Feb 9, 2012 at 1:58 AM UTC
1747H // 12.04.15
you were my favorite
kind of 2am.
your violent breaths
smelled of cigarette smoke
your slurred words
spoke of theories in faith
your deep set eyes
swam in seas too blue
you ****** me harder
than *** ever did.
you smothered me in your supernovas
bathed me in your milky way
shaped me in each galaxy
fabricated me into your lunar eclipse
outshining every evening drop
i know your kind, darling.
radiate. stagnate.
soulmate. illuminate.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC