Last Supper


Fallen walls; awaited guest

Silent calls; hidden passion request

Dancing Balls under my chest

 

Rise… Fall… Rise again then fall

Fibers ache to answer your every call

Vivid thoughts bringing pieces to a whole

“A Glass of Merlot” painting by Victor Bauer


Come in; baptize me with your wit

Gaze in to my eyes and cross me, so I’m lit

Let’s dine fish and wine before we split

 

Stay more; don’t leave me alone

Have another glass; let’s share another dawn

For this; only for this I’ve taken of life a Loan


Be no angel; O’ at least not tonight

Embrace me with your arms not with your light

Allow me pull off the curtain to what you ignite

 

Be no angel; invite me to share a lone sin

Pour your scent over thirsty skin

Set a breath-race and let’s see who’ll win

 

One tender kiss painted over pink

One touch arousing silk beneath the silk

One.. Only one promise signed with vein-ink

Gratitude Garland

Don’t know if you’ve heard of this before but a dear has knocked my day with such a garland; the very fragrant of his arrangement was gratitude…

“”The yearly Līgo celebration happens every summer solstice in Latvia.
At this time we adorn our heads with Līgos of flowers, oak leaves, grasses & 
plants
We join circles around bonfires and celebrate life & our appreciation of each other.”

Here’s how it works:

  • Complete this sentence about blogging: ”A great blog is…”
  • Refer back to the blogger who invited you
  • Invite 2 bloggers to join the Līgo Circle of Appreciation on a post

To get to know the Ligo Circle of Appreciation among fellow bloggers,
please check:
http://esengasvoice.wordpress.com/2012/10/01/ligo-circle-of-appreciation/ “”

First allow me pay special thanks to the very person in blog-world
who rises fallen skies with his ever-glowing light;
Wendell on 
http://foreverpoetic.me;
Thanks dear not only for crowning me with those flowers of appreciation, but for your blessings because as Alan Cohen said:
“Appreciation is the highest form of prayer, for it acknowledges the presence of good wherever you shine the light of your thankful thoughts.” 

Moving to <what a great blog is>, I’ll breathe it in brief:

It’s a four-season-zone 
where
Spring-Thoughts bloom, Summer-Light twinkle,
Fall-Wisdom loom and Winter-Melodies jingle…

Reaching the nomination part; I’m supposed to encircle only two bloggers though those I appreciate can’t be counted in a One-digit-number.

Pawan blogging as http://awakeningpsyche.wordpress.com/;
His thoughts are like wine, the more you drink the more you’ll wish for more…
&
Alex on http://thepoeticgoblin.wordpress.com/;
He weaves stories that ask for no guitar along as they play the strings of every heart they reach…


O’ and as usual I don’t like bothering you with many posts of this kind, so allow me pay thanks to two more bloggers for awarding me the One Lovely Blog Award:

Thanks to Gentle Will. on http://managuagunntoday.wordpress.com/;
A man of talents & you’ve to hold your beat to his Haiku..
& to Sweet Sur. on http://drsuraiyanasim.wordpress.com/;
A woman of wide heart, broken yet purer than snow..

I won’t bore you with the rules or any of that; but I’d like to gift this award to:

Finally my love to all: the mentioned & unmentioned …

Routes of Time

“The Palm Reader” painting by Ang


I’m a fortuneteller on routes of time

No pocket but years I loot and that’s no crime

 

Before; haunted were the castles, and now cold’s every hut

In between; found no home, yet homeless I’m not

My mattress changes with age of asphalt floors

And my blanket with sky’s to pray

And the sun opens ways I’d never stray

The rain falls to wash my sins

And lightning over thunder-fear wins

 

I’m a fortuneteller on routes of time

No pocket but years I loot and that’s no crime

 

Crawl to me the desperate, diseased and denied

Their misery: heart-breaking and I’m relieved only when they leave with pride

Call me kings, queens and their royal trees

Their ordering tone I hate and say no word before their “Please”

Stop passersby dropping me money

My blood boils; I’m a bee that sweats to make her own honey

When will the ignorant realize;

I’m no beggar and no pity I prize!

 

I’m a fortuneteller on routes of time

No pocket but years I loot and that’s no crime

Counted Ticks


Fallen from her original tone she said, “10 days late”

My grounds rose till skies whispered, “240 more you’ve to wait”

Bringing together fibers from joy gone apart

The special date was carved on the calendar of my heart


Feed the chimney; dust off the cold

Paint the room in ivory and gold

Plant jasmine and sprinkle life’s essence

Sing psalms and burn incense

Invite the sun, stars and the moon

An Angel will arrived home too soon

My Princess

 

Deep in my heart born a symphony of time

Composing a welcome-note in love rhyme

Tick-tuck… woke up dawn waking pain in her deep

With each contraction, my beats did leap

One.. Two.. Three.. and the fourth accompanied with a cry

Showing up with the first ray saluting sky

The ray destined to erase chill

O’… her name shall be Rachel

August’s most beautiful rose

Look at those tiniest toes!

Shall I count! O’ no; I’ll count no more

You’re between my arms now; the only one I’ll ever adore