Poems of Welkin Siskin: Series-4

Welkin Siskin
Washington, America

1.Between the Reality and the Dream
Intermediate between intercepted
dreams, falling reality and in-between.
Search between your stories and the societal
One,
Quest after them minutely,
There’s a tide of hope
To rise above them.

2. Human Story
Stripped of nobility,
cast aside dreams
Laid out but tumbled
point of departure,
Childhood memories,
Adulthood drinks,
Octogenarian status,
loveless state,
Spare a thought for
They are the smeared fate of man.

3. Life
Our life is susceptible to metamorphose
From growth to development,
As periodic gains, periodic loss.

4. Time
(I) Time comes up clear to sight
Only when the days you care
Bring about to you a delight
And that day alone becomes fair.

(II)The time elapsed by memories,
That feels the heart with love
Is the best of time and not a glitch
That time comes up alone from above.

5. Feelings
Underneath the rugged side
Of a crag, the deep where soil is wet and dragged,
humid like the water vapor gate
Smeared, loosely cast sands, there the feelings go deep.
From the unbroken perpetuities from where things emanate
Like the spinning grey fine powder
That which you cannot hold,
the feelings go deep.
Casting doubts, finding solving,
Where have these feelings come from
Making one to drown in the ocean of thoughts?
Where is the windup of feelings?
For they dart like soared birds
In the firmament of the space,
Lengthen with thoughts.
They spread with the imagination,
And fade out not even with indifference.
Where is the rest for feelings?
Perhaps the Heaven above alone knows.

6. Beat All
Beat all with love and dwell as pure as sage
And fear nothing as one would want,
For the beauties of sage never age
And the life to many, in a good way haunt.
Beat all with compassion and dwell as Mother Teresa,
Who with beauty breath her last;
Then a million minds shall a lesson draw
And that life is what the walks surpass.
Beat all with beauty of heart
And the soul, mind and spirit
And you shall from many hearts never depart,
For in bestowal of beauty millions of heart inspirit.

7. Fame
Swinging on the thread of dreams,
To go past and multiply fame,
Dreams to rest on one’s laurels,
He desires, he strives and screams
He crosses all without excuses lame.
And in life he passes or fails.
Whatever it be in search of nobility
That makes life worth living
And find what’s called sublimity
He treads all leaving everything.

8. Many Forms
On the threshold of time
Lying flat on the grounds
Seeking tendrils of joy
Life goes through many forms:
Whetted heart,
Faintly lit taper,
Stray, unhitched,
unhinged soul,
With dream-like eyes,
Fierce and scary,
enthralling and witty
upon which upon which
this being sprawls.

9. Spirals
In our spirals do our pains deepen
And does our time lengthen.
And a myriad of fancy eat us inside
Tho’ we our pangs of conscience hide.
Behold across the spirals of things
the breeze of tides spread
redolence of love in your beings;
In spirals does the life go ahead.

10. Come With the Time
The dusk has slept, the oceanic crescendos come up as the thick rhythm of beauty,
The heavens groan with unsettling show.
And the orange of the sun reflects in the ocean,
And the sea breeze evermore lengthens
And the birds soar in motion
To uplift the hope of life,
For there is hope for every species.
Forget all the nights and duties,
And come with delight on the socket of eye
For the tides have left to grip tightly its hands.
Come with garnered symphony that further lie
And play among people thy bands.
.

11. Life is uncovered in the Debris of Time
For life now is uncovered
In the wreckage of things,
I rummaged the world through
disorderly gathered things,
Cast-loosely-about dreams,
And gather simmer of life.
I went pass the broken perpetuity
Smelt of unappealing temptations,
And drowsed not, for the dreams
Garnered out of broken things
Chanted my nobler being.

12. Modern Hour
How uncanny the modern hour
And how wistful the desires of heart,
And how short-lived the dream as shower
And how fervent the passions that dart
Like the moving, purling river.
Our heart goes with aim not banished in the mind,
Tho’ our aims are not fewer,
To cross all the dream’s line
We give in many and steer our life.

(C) Welkin Siskin