International Poet

Living Hope When I heard the spurring whisper Like a numinous euphonic jangle My spirit harkened in blithesome tremble The line of nexus Though in swooning spangle Like starry speckle I deciphered, but in eerie medley My heart a glowed But in triumphant bundle!

Love Loves The Spring Everything in the physical world Has its own congenial and genial Season and love has its own season And truly is it the sprightly season Of spring that causes and controls The mighty mainspring of love in The honey-comb of the haunted hearts Of passionate lovers and lovely beloveds. Lush and luxuriant vegetation puts On a green garb of fresh foliage and The wise wind willingly wafts away The pleasant perfume of fresh flowers that Sweetens the hearts and noses of young Lads and lasses who fall in love With each other ardently and avidly And who are in the good graces of Cupid-the lusty and mighty God of Love who adds love's loveliness to The vernal beauty of external nature.

Masterpiece You are priceless and one of your kind, i have a mixed version of your eulogy on my mind. I have your fine name written in my diary, i have your beautiful picture painted in my gallery, i have i thought of you beaming in my memory. You are a great thing the lily of the valley, the most beautiful thing i have ever seen, the natural source of being happy. Your graceful smile left me convinced perfectly created and a must to have, you are-all just because you are a masterpiece!

Insane Small bits of myself was shattered on the floor And scattered it lay smeared with blood of pain I gave the healer time to nurse the sore To pick my pieces and recreate myself again; Thus up I stood with fractured inner core Where wound did heal but gaping scars remain, Inflicted soul sought to escape the gloom And cool the careworn veins where nature bloom. Oh! Words Oh! Words had tormented my nerves And made a perfect orifice through my ribs, What love did breed such vengeful venomous barbs? And ripped the strands of closest relationships; What divine purpose the lashing tongue did serve? Those scurrilous, vicious, cruel adjectives, Today in tranquil lap of mountain vale The curses impinge me in gusty spell.

Poem For Someone Who Is Sorry For Me Just a moment, please! The night sleeps calmly. Why do you want to annihilate the silence of the infinite? Leave my anguish alone, let me protect myself from your perfidious hopes!

What's The Matter With Her? What's the matter with her? Why doesn't she comprehend? A simple task shouldn't take till the day's end, How could they say she's brilliant, It's more like she's starting a dumb trend, What's the matter with her? Does she take dope? Is her mind fogged with bubbles of soap? Doesn't she process information like everyone else? I swear it's like talking to stuffed animals sitting on a shelf. *A little patience goes a long way with an autistic child.

Vertigo There is no east or west sun. Indifference blankets the sky In smoky haze, leaving me To feel my way homeward. A thousand protrusions Slapping my outstretched tentacles Silly, twisting me one way, Rotating another. This way- that. A blind needle Of a compass Bobsledding a labyrinth.