WISELY ON CUE
All kindness comes from instant recognition from afar
Like strict geometry is altogether accurate
Of this wide world and its people as they drawn are;
To accept facts and foibles at face value straight.
Most lovers look once and then ask for more,
In that glance exercise all options sane,
Having little use for all that dilly-dallying at the door
Seen as analagous to moody vane.
Be swift to pounce on each chance's brimful pails
As all the wise latch on to some wholesome adage
And kindly make the most of what's offered in bales,
Be it most weighty cumbersome equipage.
Grab what you can afford by the handful or in hordes,
Defined well, certain, like moves to augmented chord.
KIND SCENTS ON
There's always a glimmer of hope in the darkest times,
Always the promised golden dawn after the longest night,
There's always kind Future packed with dollars and dimes,
What it tight holds in store dispels moments of awful fright.
Laden with pearls of wisdom, ever the optimist,
Inborn gift of improving , buoying up the present,
You blend and generate materials like the alchemist
That sprightly stamps and sprints the cogent scents.
There's always hope as long as we poets all write
That something beautiful and kind to see and grasp,
Something exquisite far beyond immediate sight,
All that power punch put into poetry's clasp.
For only kindly-placed hope sees one bracingly fortified
As aspirations backed by zeal and faith get gratified.
Hopes elastic as dream and fiction stretch
The canopy to the greatest extent
Like kindness generosity have a 'go and fetch'
Capacity that's infinite in content;
A build-up magnitude that is akin
To plain brasstacks hardboiled consumption
But for the fact that its wholly squarely based approach firm on chin,
Hinges entirely on that kindest assumption
That realisation fulfilment of the hope
Is somehow by virtue of the long quest
Intrinsically guaranteed definite in scope
That beyond the straight expression hoping for the best
Makes the hope, the best, happen actually
Like wishing wells in myth all grant eventually.
Clinging to hope Dreamer flimsy plumbline pulls clear.
The act of drawing it up makes prize draw near.
STYLISTICS ALL ON EACH SPREE
Whales throw their tails so high up in the air,
Regardless of who's whale-watching perform antics;
Eagles patrol the skies, circle handsomely as they stare
Indifferent to your interest in their tactics;
So unlike those who with falsehood effuse,
To gain cheap popularity even start a coup,
'Bout anything to earn attention and amuse
And make it somehow to the ranks of who's who;
We that are wise and sensitive see through all this,
Like plots nipped in the bud by those few in the knowing,
At times ignore, at times curtail contents of chalice
And quietly make amends, smoothen the rough-going.
Remember, highflyers don't push their way to the forefront.
It's style that gets you there without affront.
TRELLISES ALL IN SEQUENCE
Arched trellises as children we strolled through
Of saturated time replete with summer’s scents
Appear before us in their shades of pink green blue,
Arcs painted randomly perhaps evanescent.
The scenes that once were knit clear in sequence,
Precise and ordered as a fragrant jasmine hedge,
In fragments flash across like loved one's face years hence,
Perhaps a shower here and there has then erased the edge.
But even smallest piece of arc soon brings to mind
Full circle; one aspect glimpsed thin remits to one the all !
Each bit that's seen links back and forth those times ahead behind
And thus to Mind’s sharp eye the whole recalls.
As many as scents mingling in the scene are shades of sky’s lavender.
What artistry is exhibited by our rainbow bender!
Thin sequinned showers preempt the season like a prologue wearer,
Narrator-like hint at what’s to be the hankered after confection,
A prelude beckons, brings the scene ahead a shade nearer
And coaxes that backward-forward connection.
Like swiftest of wide smiles that click on and then off ,
A curtain raiser and then shutter like cocktail samples on a tray,
To one ensnared it is as good a deal as mixture sold for cough ,
You see yourself way into the years all in that sequinned spray.
Such are the ways and guiles that time deploys ,
A host of flashing things before we lid the pot, pan, box,
That modify the hurting pain and trim the joys
And blunt the dropping claw anchor fluke as the yacht docks.
Quite baffling time and space , in reverie I am stacked steep
In lands where even those willows no longer weep.
Pale opalescent cloudscapes of vapour
Breathe like a canvas stained in vibrant pigment blur,
All sulphur-stamped’s the sun’s clouddriven capers ,
Poetic’s distillation from weak sunlight skycolours.
Odd golden sparks soon burst upon the canvas scene
Dissolving shapes in waveplays yellowish of light;
The dramaturgy of forms cosmic always ready, keen ,
Takes on man’s dream views of ethereal delight.
Transparency holds those celestial matter arcades,
Quite irrespective of how turgid or how volatile !
Yet hazy mysticism my own cloud study pervades ,
Each issue veils as I close in , analyses compile.
Skyscapes revolve as all these clouds conduct their dance
And leave me in a daze , the gold day in a trance.
CONSULTATIONS ALL ON
Stretched lazily across, it shows up in the sky
So like a long forgotten loved one dear
At your doorstep leaning against the woodframe high,
Startles the eye and heart with unexpected image clear.
Out of a blurry blue that merry bobs
All the birdsong filled day that chirping tweeting turns
All shingled colours dressed, top space it sudden mobs
Like an arched wing that ready flight soon yearns.
The fleeting showers-swept land that upward looks
In darkening changing blue then sees now shade now gold,
The radiance stunning as enlightening books,
Alone up there, sheer beauty its own holds.
A spectacle in transcience, all exult ,
As hastily you and I too that rainbow consult.