Category Archives: poetry

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You

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You,

beauty of my ecstasy

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Your smile,

the alchemy of all right

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Your eyes,

the light in my night

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Your depth,

redefining deep

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Your words,

piercing realities sleep

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Your unspoken thoughts,

joy freshly caught

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You,

the subject of all art

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You,

poet of my dreaming heart.

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Photo by Matheus Bertelli from Pexels

 

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Sport on

Beyond the path in sand

Beyond the sky

Beyond the universe

Beyond between

Beyond the future

and all that’s been

onwards to another land

 

With sweat and will

imagination and my quill

With all that I can give

and more than there ever was

I shall create my dream,

find bliss

and live a thousand years

far away from here and this

 

No more treading water all in vain

bombarded by the worldly pain

Held back by some force

that thinks I need to pause

when I know I should be moving

with the speed of thought

and live unbound

in a place where anger finds no food

and hate cannot take root

and love is all around

Where imagination is my feather

Never stuck again to brood

Like a waterfall to rush

and gush

and spray

and splash

and colour me in wet

to make the pages blush

and that

my life shall be

 

Words liberated emanate

creatively convene

from source to sea

and in a poetic move

inquisitively run

from cloud to tree

to drop on you

the wanderer

reflecting

in my pool of thoughts

 

Born to live undyingly

I never think it couldn’t be

The word Sport embeds in me

Stuckness is just an antonym

of Living Free

Given no power

it will remain in theory

 

* Remembering Vovô‘s dad and Vovó‘s mom who were born this day in 1895 & 1896, — two centuries ago.

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talking in lines

time that was

puffs of memory

maze of bewildered yesterdays

mistory, — misty, the color of yore

meaning beyond time

meaning as flavor, essence and wine

 

the touch of love

your look, my sun

rain in the morning

sweat on the sheets

stained is my heart

– but unfazed its beat

 

parched for life

defining the now

well-nigh a clone

human raindrop or sand grain

from laughter to reason

– a return ticket for life’s season

a packed of rays

instructions in smoke

stuck in the ancestral harbour

– with other anchored souls

imbibing with Nodding Lost & Co, not for rescue,

– but clueless suggestions where not to go

 

confirmation of mistakes

misses to missus and miss again

mindless blunders

lessons of regret

deliberate future

selective action

accomplished success

another mis(s)take

another miss

missing, — spot on

regardless, you’re born to be great

 

align your want with who you are

want not what you are not

come home to yourself

– and find your place taken

dream sans the ego

a collarless pet

yo-yo in freedom

your leash of fate is unlikely to snap

 

too strong coffee

cream on my thoughts

foam through my pen

sweet words to read

stretching my reach

life in a pill

condensed imagining

add tears and soul

OD daily

try not to die and grow

 

dilute your ideas and you’ll miss them

deny them not and they could manifest

between forgetting and trying is life

live for no thing but you

another line Snow White?

another dream with you

go not for long

life could end tonight

 

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run-a-tum

 

Since I was young

I am on the run

Now, more old,

I am still running,

so I am told

 

I ran away from that,

that ran towards me

Upon reflection, I can see

how I was getting lost

in loneliness and fear

and rejecting even that,

that was dear

 

Running is my freedom

from the prison of my fate,

and the buried past

which keeps a live debate

and reminds of something

which stayed behind

Now I speed along malaligned

 

Running is my surname

Loss and pain, a restless brain,

a song  in minor

with a sad refrain

Sometimes a tear in private

often I am running with disquiet

 

A constant fear to be too late

Imagine dreams thus escape?

The death of me is any wait

Therefore, night and day

I follow and obey

Running is my way,

bluffing also is okay

 

I run even though

my running days are done

But,

some say it looks like tumbling now

’cause all my pose is gone

 

The further that I disappear

the happier I be, — I think

But, there are teardrops in my ink

as happiness runs too,

from the one who runs

from you

 

Running, — my escape

towards a destination called ‘Away’

Tumbling, a persuasive way

to stay and not forsake

 

*Picture credit: The Emoji Movie