the unusual night

the unusual night

   the unusual night

t’was night, i assumed
dark and no moonlight
mildly windy and cold
i felt not alright

braced myself, like a knight
but i could not deep inside
something i felt not right
someone is with me beside

my neck gone still
i tried to roll my eyes
my sweat was cold
cold as ice
to peek who’s with me beside
my heart beat from fast to none
saw who’s with me beside
i tried to run
but i cant
a frightening creature
was holding my hand.

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Black Ink

black ink

I
alone
thoughts
in words
the light
inspires
ablaze
every poets
soul
as in love
or cars
that sets
them insane
or soothe
like drinks
that quench
thirst
or not,
some of
which that
toxic
as in hate
that drowns
the soul
darkness
in words
written
black
ink
i

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Hey good day! It has been awhile since my last post. Today is NaPoWriMo day-15, and I am glad that I am free to do the challenge.

beside

beside

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beside,
a silent glance from the side
like a vigilant spider on hide
yet shy as fly i look- secretly
that you never caught me on sight
and then i sigh, deep in my mind
as i reckon the past, the days and night
when times we chat in bliss, and laugh
of moments like kids we mingle in joy
i whispered to the wind a grown up boy
“i like this girl very much”
and a day will come she will know
and this day is due, i shall tell you
it was you.

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by the window

by the window

by the window

the sullen sky.
    no one knows its silence
the wind blows cold as ice,
    his wits whirls vigor whence,
    his touch chills my skin deep
    that gets thru by the window fence    
laid both hands and over is my head
eyes broad open but not in sense
    blind as it play in a gloomy day
vague voices, thin fog,  hence
it is morning, cold as ice
i think of you,
i think of you.

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It has been a while. This is for someone (or your someone) that i always think of (you always think of) over by the window.

She Walks in Beauty

She Walks in Beauty

She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
   Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
   Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
   Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

 

One shade the more, one ray the less,
   Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
   Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
   How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

 

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
   So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
   But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
   A heart whose love is innocent!
To celebrate the 2nd day of the National Poetry Writing Month, I am sharing to every reader one of my favorite poem written by George Gordon. It is pure entertainment by literature.

Fish and Fire

 

Fish and Fire

Fish and Fire

but fish chomp when hungry
& then again, chomp when not

but fish flicks its fins
while she waggle its tiny tail
to find that bounty she just ate

she’ll swim the danger of sea trails
and ask other fishes what they ate,

because fish chomp when hungry
and then again, chomp when not
she greeds what’s rare and meaty
yet soon enough, it will rot

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The excerpt was from Crystal Willams Parable of Fish and Fire which I got from Bibliomancy Oracle. It was part of day 1 NaPoWriMo challenge. The poem I wrote speaks about too much greed.

NaPoWriMo official day 1

 

 

 

Night Sky

Night Sky by Jowie Languido Starry

Night Sky by Jowie Languido Starry

night sky,

the moon was the queen of all
that whisks her every light
that shatters every darkness
in a night array with might

the stars were the knights
that get its hope from the queen
that guard veraciously the light
thy love, that alone stand seen

that for which she whisks her light
that which rays the motherly love
to thy faithful knights.. of the night.

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