Poems of Welkin Siskin
Welkin Siskin
Washington, America
1) Time
The time lengthens like aeons
Stretches and permeates
Like the wind lengthening pole to pole.
Beautiful, the time brings about a whisper of tune;
the sound vibration of the earth
Joyously carrying a feathered dreams, already woven into its body.
I uncover a beauty purely perfect
Formless, shapeless
Blowing as perpetuities
Swelling through a circuit
timelessly.
2) To Find Lost Dream
He strolled, places and places
Turned out to be a destiny
He propelled yet perplexed,
Lost and never going
Never marching through
the dense and the thick
Of roads.
Yet to go further with the fist of time,
To a pathway less travelled,
Carried by the blown dust of current,
He shifted gears to find lost dreams.
3) Vast and Many
With the sands of time I behold
Vast and many
In this illusive world,
With dead hopes and enlivened spirit,
Countless, matchless, and unforgettable things:
Behold I hungered spirit
Seeking answers among
Mysterious things.
Behold I whetted lips
That desire to touch the fount
Of things,
The light that capers like the bright
Of a golden dawn,
The heart questing for a third eye
To spur the feelings with transcendental knowledge.
That which does not wither nor age
That among the universes lie
As the highest truth, highest wisdom.
4) Grudge
Hold no grudge on other’s success
For to live as human, you must give in your emotions: you must care more things and ignore less.
Success has, in our minds, a picture,
And beauty at heart.
No one can undergo a state of sublimity.
But we can regret a whole and pass on bad habits.
5) Poet
Lost to love the poet’s hearts throb
And lost to elegance his pen pens
beauty.
For the one seeking the lost soul is he,
And the answer to the call of humanity: he constructs society,
And creates a strong hope
To revive the lost and enliven the found.
6) Beauty’s Lode
For thou art not lights of taper that faints.
Merely a palpitation art thou not
that throbs moment after moment
Bringing relish to these hearts.
Thine eyes are open to the world,
And thy vision touches human psyche;
Thou art not things for thou shall not fall
As mortal frame; thou art definition of sublimity.
Thou, who the feelings create,
Thou, whose virtuous deeds an exemplary be,
And thou, whose art of life create a difference
In the life of people, thou art beauties’ lode who creates no fence
To be an epitome.
7) Ode to Poetry
What could be better than Thee
When heaven in mystic beauty fall
On thy minds, thou art beauty’s mine, O Poetry!
Thou grin from ear to ear like
a beautiful girl
Thou, who gave birth to minds, souls, spirit and heart,
Thou, who awakened when the world sleep
Thou shan’t from this life depart
Into a vaunt of clouds; and ocean deep.
Thou, who the moral foundations create,
Thou, who the beauties of vision create,
Thou, who the elixir of life be,
In mournful times,
Thou art matchless—thou create chimes.
Thou, whose beauty touches soul,
Whose hymns sprout petals in life
Thou art life’s graceful goal
Who with time shall ever revive.
8) Unfulfilled Life
Unfulfilled life results in stripe,
As a life without goals,
And there life turns out to be a frightful soul
When through the darknesses you pass
the valley of death;
And there a sorrowful life yet
Conquer thy soul and as ghosts haunt
And you shan’t forsake, you shan’t shun;
Our life is linear or cyclic process,
Is the divine manifestation of the savor
Is the question yes
And neither do I know nor shall you ever.
But life is what you make
the most out of it,
As you in the surrounding fit.
9) Heart to Heart
In the cavern
Of the heaviness of heart,
we kept our memories from us;
These memories were wrought
With our undoing of things;
We miscalculated, we derailed
From the love that came out
Of us.
Did we run off from the cause
Of making and happening.
Let us now, with all love, despite the erstwhile, make a fresh world.
We must dot our i’s
Lest you shall not win over
victory in love.
You must pattern thy heart
With embellished feelings
Sprung out from thy being.
You must then relinquish thy being
To connect heart to heart.
10) Let Me Whet My Longings
In this tranquil aura
Where the fire of passion flares up
I reach out unto you
With yearnings unknown,
Let me whet my longings.
11) To Reminisce Us
I shan’t wait
Until the time slip
Into a dreary depths of death.
I shall re-bear out of the forgotten stories
To reminisce us.
12) Man’s Life
Lest I discover you not
In the realm of my heart,
I give in all to touch thy souls.
Man’s life is replete with yearnings and goals;
Our life without subtle care is unvaried,
And our stories without sharing are miscarried.
We long for what’s not
And these longings we know go
And in these yearnings— full of wishes— we discover ways whatever it be
To attain the last word and sublimity.
13) Life and Afterlife
Won’t there be thy luggage
Full of goods to carry
As the time goes and strikes the age;
Life is precarious and airy.
Shan’t thy heart need a beautiful thing as music
And shan’t it always demand thy fate
When thy fate make you to deathbed sick
And thy imaginations won’t beget
To let you reckon thy days.
Won’t there be venue making distant symphony
And stars tinged with blushing face,
And there shall a life never perhaps be
And neither perhaps beautiful dress;
We shall be taken over by death at any rate
For who shall know whether or not life again beget.
(C) Welkin Siskin