Scent of summertime
11 April 2020
Run along
The pathways stretch out
Conjoining
Pink flowers
They border the green hedges
Where axe drove the wedges
Clear cutting
Woodcutters at work
Loosen limbs
Off the trees
Swaying under springtime breeze
They offer blossoms
I inhale
Scent of summertime
Hidden deep
In the grass
When the springtime bloom will pass
Uncover morrows
Reading of the poem:
Cibelle – Minha Neguinha
Carried by the breeze
6 November 2018
Whisper secret tones
Cast again veil of darkness
End wayward duress
Relinquish the day
Shine moon over the sun’s glare
Lessen light to bear
Chant the night to me
In soft-spoken melodies
Carried by the breeze
Reading of the poem:
The message – Still Corners
Light the skies
2 June 2017
Melodies
Ring me memories
Of stardom
Lost Kingdom
Where Ancestors wove wisdom
Winding with the breeze
Fortune tells
Secrets of the wells
Hidden deep
Winding steep
In the bosom silent keep
Ringing of the knells
Light the skies
With the will that flies
In stages
Of pages
Coursing through storm that rages
Presence multiplies
Reading of the poem:
Sunset Dream – Sufi’s Life & Merlin
Lonely – Sufi’s Life & Merlin
Balkan Spirit – Sufi’s Life & Merlin
Picking up the pieces right
2 October 2016
Illusion of you
Tendrils reaching out tickle
Mind of the fickle
Shimmering carpet
Palpable incandescence
Restoring essence
Jigsaw a flavour
The taste a blend of futures
Daunting promises
Path in needle’s eye
The bosom lost in the sigh
Throat in constriction
Secrets scattering
Master of the ancient ring
Whiff of ocean’s breeze
Blowing with the wind
Picking up the pieces right
Recomposed mind shapes
Reading of the poem:
Dancing with the wind – Omar Akram
Shimmering Star – Omar Akram
Passage into Midnight – Omar Akram
The scent of musk and jasmine
17 September 2016
I feel your fingers
Reaching out through the wind chimes
That desert breeze moved
The play of promise
From elevation to drop
An uneasy road
Integer constant
The wholeness of your spirit
Containment an art
Sensitivity
Outreach of the slow goose bumps
Your hand on my back
Old movements unlearned
Reacquiring sensations
Delving into Heart
Olfactory load
The scent of musk and jasmine
As our bodies blend
Reading of the poem:
Song from a Secret Garden – Secret Garden
I have a nightmare
14 March 2016
I still feel
Touch of summer breeze
It held me
In rapture
As my heart you then captured
Under spells of fate
You and I
Made from the same thread
You spun lies
I spun truth
In between there were tangles
Where we smoothed angles
Brief instant
Concentric circles
Lapped at squares
No split hairs
Overcoming all hurdles
Geometries matched
You in me
Within dreamtime’s realm
Ecstatic
Lost magic
You the captain at my helm
Guided me to port
Safe Haven
Memories of green
I spoke Love
You mistake
We never own what we take
Over the free will
I still freeze
I have a nightmare
Where the breeze
Talks to us
Persuades me to let go
I never say no
Reading of the poem:
Ruhe – Schiller
Deep within lake Blue
6 February 2016
The days fly
Swirl of emotions
The feelings
Intense growth
Conscious expansion of soul
Fear is of the dead
Body stirred
Impact of broad chest
Beating heart
Blinking eyes
Fleeting moments of unrest
Blue and brown curtain
Mesmerised
Drowning in blue skies
I kissed lids
Fluttering
Bit shoulder a teasing wake
Of sleeping giant
Lazy days
Succession of nights
Lost in grains
Sandy brown
Like sawdust in milky way
Freckles a highway
Speeding lanes
A map to follow
Adventure
Departure
A promise cast on the brink
Of reaching somewhere
Thrill subsides
Yet it grows steadfast
The heartbeat
Soul echo
This is now for tell and show
Meanings unburdened
He said soft
Did you hear of Mars
Hitherto
There I lived
Speak to me of your Venus
Perhaps we can trade
I churned it
Whirling whirlwind looked
Upside down
Inside out
Every nook and corner spoke
Of unfailing love
The mind speaks
A foreign language
Heart oozes
Inky red
Stories of a thousand nights
One infinity
All else paled
Muted melodies
Hopeful peeps
Fear that creeps
Disguised in faltering love
Blown away by breeze
True love stands
More than bad weather
Dilating
Expanding
By the self replicating
Infinite system
One and one
Are more than mere sum
Less than two
Souls entwined
Between valleys and the peaks
Deep within lake Blue
Reading of the poem:
Blue Velvet – Bobby Vinton
Birdy – Not about Angels
Birdy – T Shirt
Birdy & Rhodes – Let it All Go
Birdy & Jaymes Young – Best Shot
Winter’s promises
24 November 2015
Mist in horizon
Reverberating silence
White cloak of autumn
Sun in the blue skies
Golden rays of ice-clad warmth
Stillness in the breeze
Violet pinstripes
Edge of the pink-clad clamours
Indian summer song
Darkness of the night
Casket for the moonlight’s beams
Winter’s promises
yaron pe’er-orion
Perhaps loving is leaving
2 September 2015
The winds blow chilly
When the days fill with silence
And sun only sets
The evening breeze
Fights its way to howling plain
Where spirits fly free
In gyrating dance
Chill meets with warmth relentless
Throb in ear races
Warm airborne displays
Reverberating through space
Ring harsh to pained ears
Soothing melodies
Of distant smooth orchestras
Play of jazz acid
Healing occlusion
Chewing on the memories
Will frees so hasten
Sporadic succumbs
To a lady called Constance
Who in mind swells slow
Faceless and ardent
She shall read a book of names
Uncovering you
Spelling you out loud
I rebuild your nerve structure
As it fills my eyes
As my heart fluttered
You swam under my lashes
Tainted my cheeks black
The landscapes melted
Cool water met with high flames
That surged in my soul
Two swans necked gracious
Symbiotic reunion
Bond everlasting
My eye observed thrilled
Orange on black on snow-white
That rainbow hues dwarves
Alas swans did part
Perhaps loving is leaving
Another rebirth
Home
4 July 2015
Cotton nest of white
Delicate breeze on my cheeks
Blue light of shadows
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