"uncomplex" poems
Simple verses, blessed be the uncomplex,
But the visions, the glimpses,
The sightings, in and out,
Are celestial of, in, and on
This planet shared.
I will walk with you to
Henry's Isle,
You, with me, on the beach,
We will ford Crab Creek,
When the tide is low,
And repair to The Poet's Nook,
Where a moss stained Adirondack chair
Awaits the Poet Prince,
Your poems carved into
It's soul, it's arms, it's back,
Giving comfort continuous.
This chai, this chair, this throne,
Reserved for the lyricist of our lives,
The shedder of light upon the special,
The seconds, that fete our senses.
I await you arrival.
Tender this serenade, this overdue apology,
For having not thanked you properly
For your living kindness,
Yet my words, insufficient, compared to yours...
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 11:40 AM UTC
Nat Lipstadt
Mar 10
Pradip
Dear Sir,
I can't keep
up with
your prolific, delighting,
creations
This must be
the third poem at least,
for and to you, I,
publicly address
the thought terrifying,
if you took a vacation,
and had really
some free time to write
I do believe man,
it's time for a unique,
reserved, deserved,
and as of yet,
unheard of
special,
Hello Pradip Section
on this site
for this is yet one more
in a streaming video poem,
of me acknowledging you,
Master of the Word,
Wright Templar,
Poet Extraordinaire,
Most Importantly,
Beloved Human,
whose vision sees the world
in ways that
I adore
S. suggests,
I
take a vaca
just to eat your words,
in the lazy, rushed fashion
they deserve
but tween us,
your secret kept,
your parrot and
street dog Hengloo
write
every other one,
cause no human could
thus excel,
without some help
of animal spirits
in between your beloved
Saturdays
Yours Devotedly,
An Exhausted and Admiring,
Nat Lipstadt
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nat Lipstadt
Sep 2, 2013
Pradip Chattopadhyay
Simple verses,
blessed be the uncomplex,
But the visions, the glimpses,
The sightings, in and out,
Are celestial of, in, and on and about
This planet shared.
I will walk with you to
Henry's Isle,
You, accompany me, on the beach,
We will together ford Crab Creek,
When the tide is low,
And afterwards,
Repair to The Poet's Nook,
Where a moss stained Adirondack chair
Awaits the Poet Prince,
Your poems carved into
It's soul, it's arms, it's back,
Giving comfort continuous.
This chai, this chair, this throne,
Reserved for the lyricist of our lives,
The shedder of light upon the special,
The seconds, that fete our senses.
I await you arrival.
Tender this serenade,
this overdue apology,
For having not thanked you properly
For your living kindness,
Yet my words, insufficient, compared to yours...
A special man, a simple homage.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
The day has been stressful,
And my head feels overfull.
This blank page before me taunts me,
I can't seem to work thoughts free.
Alas, I'll write of this woe instead,
Begone dark thoughts within my head!
May 16, 2022
May 16, 2022 at 1:39 PM UTC
I found her but I lost her
between the bridge of bliss and madness I stand,
Like finding your lost slipper,
Yer remembering the other pair no more around,
Her gaze passing through me,
Lifting my soul until I no longer know where I'll land,
My heart, my eyes---speaking, screaming
And my hands on my sides, invisibly bound,
"I found her! I found her!" I screamed.
Her name like butter and honey on my lips,
Like a child to a mother,
Waiting for an unadulterated warmth and a kiss,
Hope, Oh! How hope poisoned my heart?
My soul was famished and she poured them back,
An ocean of dreams and sighs,
She was an enigma, my light, my charm of luck,
Her gait uncomplex, her steps with just,
Uncalculated utmost yet refined and robust,
Was it too selfish to wish for a glance?
To hear my name one last time?
"I found her! I found her!" looking around I plead,
For I have lost her and I found it hard to breathe.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC