Be the deep of sorrows your delight
Forever to dwell with smiles;
However dark the evening is,
Be your life the light
...
Where is a quantum spot with no embrowning
Lain around the cosmos periphery seen;
Where is the world that's shunning
Those flaws remained precarious and muddling as din?
...
No tears or pigmented fluid
Can erase the scars of soul.
No simple words can do the undone
Stuff, if love should rise and illuminate the heart.
...
Ever to let us fall to cross all the walls
The fate of time tread on us,
Never to let us cross the lines
Of life, the time goes on and on thus.
...
Who, doing love, are still crushed
Are the faint-hearted jealousy-filled hearts;
Who, doing love, are jealousy filled
Are the ones with forlorn hopes.
...
Love maybe felt sour
That it might cause bitterness
It's nevertheless a spring -garden flower
With sweet and everlasting tenderness.
...
For the world bereft of light she is Gaia
For the world narrowed by world affairs she is Rhea,
For those in need she is Venus
Who with sac ride has created us;
...
To not be banished in memories,
A dear one of many who cherishes
You is a must;
To not be left desolate
...
The pulse of love goes on foreversinging the songs of immense joy;
The heart of love knows no bounds of happiness
...
Silence I my vox pupoli
And say NO to dogma
For dogma gains no composure
Needed for a peaceful living,
...
Ignite thy flame of love and strike me
Whatever the situation leads you to be
For love's sweeter and taste pleasant
It's something that's not a grain in the sand.
...
O Martyr,
Your capillaries have abounded in each heart,
The resonant strength of blood,
To discover the true beauty of the native land…
...
Man is destined to face death
Life akin to death shall not you win
Which something has given birth as fate
Which something does take as wind
...
Bittersweet memories,
Like the living breath,
Draws pages of unfolded
Events into minds.
...
Welkin Siskin lives in Seattle, Washington. He is the poet of varied nature, who writes on various themes. Poetry for him is the healing ointment of a heart destitute of vison. He believes that a poetry is the play of words, the change of verbs into nouns; the game of words surging through the heart's inside. His poetry is the yearning for freedom, love, life, and the expression of the Nature that adorns the Universe- the mysterious eternity of the Infinite.)
A Wish
Be the deep of sorrows your delight
Forever to dwell with smiles;
However dark the evening is,
Be your life the light
To take mild tracks miles and miles.
Be walks you tread on ever gainful
To permeate out wisdom of lesson;
Be heart yours spirited, loving and faithful;
And hopes you let rise high on and on.
Be hands yours ever striving
To bring in the joys of living
Across the world of ignorance and misery;
Your art an auxiliary forever be,
To open the eyes of million minds
Those held off of lights and shines
Been a member here for years; you're the first one I've added to friends. Peace and love.
Literature is not knowing when your time to sleep is, and you are deep into pages.
Thanks, Brett, for going through my writing