Poems & People

what if poems could be symphonies, and people their orchestra?

Akaasi 20: Never Forget

Let not the deafened modern times
and of these times, deaf people let
ruin thy song of thoughtful chimes
or of that song, life’s words forget.

Midnight Solstice

I may not call forth more than naught
of what hath been my morn and eves,
the scent of weeping lanterns as ought
should hath wept our ashen leaves.
Perhaps there were some tears or few,
of fate, of skies, I never knew,
but surely not of theirs ‘stead mine
were shed for memories good and fine.
Their perfume lingers still somewhere
‘midst still burning breathless breeze,
and naught but starry skies in pair
with rhambic shadowed mango trees.
Too much hast come, as much hast past
yet memory doth not tantam’ last,
to what end bathed my violet hill
such fruits of gold, but visceral.
For what is night to days of wander,
and what is day to nights in dreams,
solstice hearkens fall but yonder
thus life must flow anon it seems.
I may not call forth more than naught,
yet I dost remember mourning dust,
how heavy falls the silent unsought
while in its wake hear life we must.
Perhaps there were some tears or few,
for joy, for love, perhaps in rue,
but surely not of these ‘stead mine
lay there the wreath of bleeding vines.
Somewhere I left myself in passing
summer days midst midnight splendour
and all that lead to moments lasting
lead to moments such lasting more
as that which I then grew to wonder
of that day, that night in culmin’
I dost recall that solstice summer,
and that scent from trees that sin.
For what is night to days of wander
spent in wait for nights in dreams,
eternal is not thought or wonder
yet feeble is more life it seems.

Akaasi 19: All for Naught

Of lost, what with? Of lost, to whom?
To gain, where of? Of left too soon.
The play of life whilst in the womb,
for dust and ash and else for doom.

Akaasi 18: The Piper’s March

“Pity! It failed, that piper’s march”
sang the awoken prancing children,
moments ago even though each larch
bore witness to their joy’s meridian.

Akaasi 17: Independence

Now breathes wistful the conquest wind
one that lead once a myriad to pinnacle’s
prerogative, Alas! for the myriad rescinds
adherence to sense with airs most cynical.

Akaasi 15 & 16: A Promise At Jerusalem

Prosper shall not naught but valiance,
of valiance is naught left to swear.
I dreamt of might but dreams are dalliance
of great hearts and death they bear.
I hoped perchance but days ago
to promise thee the endless sun,
but left at side is naught such so
thus valiance is all but undone.

Akaasi 14: Destiny’s True North

The savior of integrity is no being other
than the one to whom it is a prospect worthy.
You are he to whom belong the winds of fate
sail upon your sea, sail to northern true.

Akaasi 13: Cries of Gaza

Your world in ruin, also your home,
helplessly suffering bitter misfortune,
bleeding Gaza must be where you roam
imagine your wailing unheard importune.

Akaasi 12: Faith is Love

Every path that leadeth unto my lovers home,
resplendent tis with flowers, scent of flowers red,
as countless currants droop where ever I do roam,
among them sweetest faith, tis where I am thus lead.

Eventuality of All Good Things

Wherever hangest a fruit of heaven,
If thou wert to come upon it someday,
surely shalt thou taste its nectar,
and on thy palette shall not reside
ecstasy, for it beist most evanescent,
faith, for is thine most capricious,
love, for it bears concupiscence,
but loss, for thou shalt cherish a memory.


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