duets with other poets – flitashez

flirtashez:

I love what he’s done with the poem. A whole new perspective.

Originally posted on BeyondBorders:

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“…the more you love the more you suffer…”

-Lao Tzu

 

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I wrote of love

a tale of pinot and roses   

And a first kiss

lips uncorking ancient bottles   

Envisioned a life

of silver grapes and harvest moons

Full of dreams and bliss

ruby lips and sapphire poses

Pictured conversations

ending in sweet incantations   

Of all that matter and don’t,

of honey bees and dragonflys   

Over coffee, or wine

through starless nights and onyx moons

Or with our TV on.

amidst bitter accusations

Promised I would solve

the enigmas in the shadows

All the possible fights.

meaningless recriminations

In the form of poetry

or mystical theology

I shared my plights.

we pierced our hart with vile arrows

Perfectly balanced

you crushed fruit into vinegar

Love and war

preserving equanimity

Waged among us

fermenting sour futility

Within, forevermore.

languor decanting our anger

And…

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I wrote of love

And a first kiss

Envisioned a life

Full of dreams and bliss

Pictured conversations

Of all that matter and don’t,

Over coffee, or wine

Or with our TV on.

Promised I would solve

All the possible fights.

In the form of poetry

I shared my plights.

Perfectly balanced

Love and war

Waged among us

Within, forevermore.

And some time later

You spotted me somewhere.

Had a smirk on your face

And fixated stare.

Love at first sight,

Or the beginning of strife?

Whatever this may be,

I think I wrote you into life.

Roja Ariel Douglas
November 6, 2013.
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Love

The one fall she never recovered from,
Is the only one she never regretted.
She called it love.

Roja Ariel Douglas
May 19,2014.

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All That I Love

Sunlight through stain glass
Soprano voices and church organs
Sun-kissed skin in tones of brass
Bronze and cinnamon tans
All that I love, I want it all.

A full moon on still night ponds
Or raindrops causing ripples through
Intricate moves of the chessboard pawns
The knight that crossed unevenly too
All that I love, I want it all.

Morning dew on green lawns
Humming birds that to and fro dart
Love, like beautiful white swans
Forever together, never to part
All that I love, I want it all.

Hyms, songs and poetry alike
Of Quarrel within captured hearts,
Or glass slippers dropped when midnights strike
“happily ever afters”,”til death do us parts”
All that I love, I want it all.

Roja Ariel Douglas
May 18, 2014.

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Brown Eyes

Winds of blues and greys swirled around them.
Encompassed in thick mists,
A blurry outline of her silhouette
And a brief whisk of her flowery scents.
Feathers of snowy sprinkles
Falling busily, lightly, from the heavens
And he caught, but for a moment,
A glimpse of her pearly eyes,
The deep shades of rich moist earth
And swivels of amethyst and fire.
Spellbinding magic in the large eyes
That warmed his heart amidst the wondrous cold breath of winter.
Still suspended in midair
He felt but the gentle brush of her palms.
Soft and tender,
But brief. So quick it puzzled him.
Was it real? He could not tell.
Then her eyes shone bright,
Mesmerizing as the sun,
Hanging in the winter sky
With curtains of snow draping behind them.
And she was his,
If only for a moment.
Until morning,
When the dream disappeared into daylight,
And her bright brown eyes dissolved
Into an enchanted memory.
She was a dream.
But she was his dream.
Roja Ariel Douglas
February 9,2014.

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Have you ever woken up on a Monday morning, wishing it was a typical Monday? I did today. I woke up ten minutes before my alarm to the sound of my phone vibrating. First thing this morning I received a message from my little aunt, Subha, which ultimately altered my perspective of a typical Monday morning. It came with the tear jerking news of my uncle’s passing.

Anet, the youngest of three daughters, and fifth of six children in the Sockalingam family, has always been more of a mother to me than an aunt. She, alongside my grandmother were my guardians for the first 5/6 years of my life in SL,before I met my mother here in Canada. She’s caring, kind, loving, and most of all the best daughter to my grandma. In all her life, through many ups and downs, my aunt had never left my grandparents side.
Some years ago, God blessed her with an equally kind-hearted and caring husband, my uncle Sathees. I’ve had the privilege of meeting him on our trip to India when I was 13. He was smart, sociable and a very hospital guide throughout our stay. The one thing that stood out about him, I find, is that despite it being customary in our culture to take a bride out of her home/family and into the grooms world, my uncle never snatched away my aunt or pried her from her family. Instead he became one of us. He was actively involved in our lives, especially when it came to my grandma. I’m ever so thankful for that.
I was told before that, if God may be God anywhere, He must be God in he face of death also. Sometimes He takes the best for Himself, to prevent them from seeing the worst of this world. I want to thank God today for bringing uncle Sathees into our family, for the memories of him, and for the beautiful, precious little girl He gave to him and my aunt Anet.
I ask everyone to please keep my aunt, her little daughter Samiksha and the rest of our family in prayer as we go through this mourning period.
May he rest in peace.