Smell of our times
A dirty slab of stories
Been pendent at the threshold of time.
Something speaks volumes,
The enchanted parlance of newspapers
Hang beneath our elbows as foes
Dirtying our tidy spirit and souls.
We cut capers to the arc of tide
With loose fragments of unimaginable ideas.
Shredded our ideas and yet,
Sunken behind the skyline
And lost to debris of time,
We assuage lost periphery of our souls.
For we create, we live, we dance,
And we gambol in lengthening eternity
Of time-space heavens of delight.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
Immortals and Mortals
All immortal whispers the psalm of life
And gospel of truth,
All mortals are a bundle of metaphors.
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Will and Choice
All surprises come by our own will
yet we are governed by force unseen.
An redeems by his lot not,
And yet he is redeemed by his part
He plays, by all he does, and out of choice
Out of lot, out of God, out of sounds he make__ out of his noise.
___Welkin Siskin
Song of Life
Worship the Lord,
Devine with sublime heart,
And chanting, heaven-way depart.
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Usher Me
Hearing chanting and singing,
Litling, cadence and decanting
of the kingdom come,
I came to Thy being to become,
To be oblated by Thy elixir of love
Usher me to light, my Lord.
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Conjuring Childhood
Untold memories of life dwidle
and remains alone as friend the soul;
But of the childhood the times are fresh always,
and as sweet as life for ever live those days.
Welkin Siskin
Poetry
Is poetry but an oyster?
For on the shore of songs they roister
When the waves of the main carried touch
Less its pack but hits hard to fetch
the point of it and latch
In a net of pearls and food.
Is poetry but an oyster?
For it comes up in seasons moister
And costly it becomes as edibles
You uncover its mystery or you know not at all.
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Delight
On the lawn and the lee,
Feel the life as a game what ever it be.
On the south and the north,
Feel life good from the birth.
Rejoice life and be part of peers
Befriend with folks and have cheers.
Delighting is fun
Until the days are done.
Play the bass of life
Until feelings go rife.
Attune with all good
To attain all fruit.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
Waterfall
Waterfalls glide from the North
Down the snow-covered mountaintop
And on that inviting beauty of the Earth
Nesting on the Alpine trees, a flock of birds chirp
In tuneful songs
Across the pacific valley
And there I always wish to be
taking in pride in the glorious affinity
With those never-ending songs of the solitary delight.
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Stroller Story
Despite us getting lost in the shadows
somewhere,
And despite we come closer to dark,
We are voyager, stroller and goer
With psalms of lifetime and songs of lark.
Despite we lose in the main of darkness,
We extend our wings of life to reach the furthest,
And further the road, the human spirit goes
To give substance to the work he does and defines his life.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
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