i have experienced this feeling before
sunlight piercing through the canopy
while i'm a feet away from the Lychee tree
the grass is greener and there is bird chirping
nostalgic this feeling is to me
is it because the color in my eyes recalled 2020
when i used to chase the afternoons
that time was my escape when i could breathe freedom
So, in so many ways past and present mesh,
it's reminiscence of everything I have been through.
I thought, I thought I had bid adieu.
And then a poem from 2020.
A soft laughter fill with tears, a glance
A view from 2025
hello !! goodbye, hello ! again.
I feel like I've met my long lost friend ( a grin so bright it eclipsing sunlight)
Pen to paper ,eyes to a book.
I think I found what I've overlooked ( a smile so soft ,a heart that melts)
a passion so fierce
a thirst unquenched!
words unwritten.....
Jaws unclenched!
emotion pours , like a gush of rain rushing ,thrusting to the ocean floor.
I see the me of yesterday. ( Eyes glistening with unshed tears)
I see the growth ( a lie from deep within but a truth that's actually not so thin )
but still the pain I've held at Bay.
I say I'm strong.
I've moved on !
but this brings about a memory of a time
A time
of yesterday
a time I thought long gone and far away
a whisper of mine carried on the wind
I remember you.
I remember you.
I remember you.
I do.
A date etched deep, a memory stark and cold,
Your voice, a tremor, "She's gone, it's told."
My heart, a drumbeat, frantic in the night,
I raced to you, lost in the fading light.
The storm descended, agents filled the air,
A brutal force, a justice beyond compare.
"Stop, please!" I cried, my pleas ignored,
You fell beneath them, your spirit sorely bored.
Beaten and bruised, a prisoner's cruel fate,
Your innocence lost, consumed by bitter hate.
The law's cold grip, extinguished every spark,
Leaving only shadows, where your dreams embark.
I order a Guinness and a shot of Pappy Van Winkle.
My green paper Leprechaun hat is crushed
and lopsided on my head.
That shot of bourbon cost me more
then I used to earn for a day's work.
“I'm worth it”
I say to the middle-aged female server
with my devastatingly crinkled wink -
she shrugs,
she’s seen daytime drunks before.
“My dog just died”
I tell the bulky reveler at my elbow,
he is shouting to some pal way across the bar.
“His name was Paddy,
and he wasn’t no ing Irish Setter *******,
he was a shaggy Kerry Blue”
The big guy doesn't even hear me.
I swig down from the dark mull and amber slug,
weave my way out of the joint,
looking for another pot of gold to piss on.
Luck of the Irish.
Light switched on our world
bringing both energy and vision,
igniting rich colors with great variation.
It flowed from the sun, that star that rose
each day to give with ever onward generosity.
I loved the dayshine.
I loved the brightness and the warmth
in the long summer days.
I loved the way it made the world shine so freshly
in the snow-bequeathed days of winter.
Yet, why are the things we need the most
the first we don’t honor,
or see how with our souls the gratitude remains?
For when you love the simple joys
the heart feels full and secure.
The hungry ghost within is satisfied
and allows serenity to enter.
Light upon the skin is a joy.
Light upon the flower is a work of art.
Light through the rain brings the
arching colors of a rainbow.
Light brings energy, more in a single
drop than we can easily fathom.
Light brings the plants to life,
its warmth and energy giving the
essential ingredient
for all that we hold sacred.
Perhaps it is our holy grail,
not a cup but that which feeds us all,
that fills every cup and bowl.
"eyesight insight 20/20"
(the USA shall ever be damned)
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well I'd
best get over
it
IT was
well it was
over well ming
IT
was metro
polis 196 for
score & some
what
common cold
killed the
covid
Invasion
in the timeless past, one day my heart stirred
wishing to know truth of the universe
head melded with heart, with silence concurred
birthing a verse without need to rehearse
pulse of God is single, words are dual
so the symbols weaved were for me alone
yet since divine magnetism was the fuel
music of the spheres, mind needed to hone
be it chance or fate, I joined poetry soup
where members made music, as of soul’s rhythm
for me it was a coup, to join this group
to contour waves felt in a structured algorithm
lost in a maze of forms, I first felt like a fool
but help was at hand and friendly criticism too
though I burnt as I learnt, it was like being back to school
so each day my muse refreshes itself here anew
just as waves of the ocean flow together
and leaves on trees sway gently in wafting breeze
each souper views the other as his or her soul brother
plucking inspirations from the void, heart chooses to seize
March 2020
A serene morning.
I rouse to no ding.
Am I daydreaming?
I languorously lock my eyes on a clock.
It is getting on for 10 o'clock.
A muffled bang on the door.
I am not alone at home?
My wispy feet stomp on the floor,
Eyes engrossed in the spyhole.
A girl in a white top.
Grotesque features I evoke.
Her bright red lips mutter on
'2024,...'
'Calls you to the main floor.'
No use to fret, its only temporary measures
As keepers of the gloom proclaimed in press
Suspend the longing for the simple pleasures
Amidst the circumstances of distress
Awnings are lowered, tables are removed
Everything’s minimized, except the road works
Progress develops in a spiral, and it’s proved
Shall we embark soon in a fabulous epoch?
We have to benefit from the upcoming gladness
Or they’ll take over with another war
Forgetting gradually the days of sadness
We never know, what we were made up for.
It was as if we received an unwanted grounding from the heavens above.
“No friends, no going out, no leaving the house” they said with a disgruntled gaze.
But what had we done so wrong, so foul, to deserve such a sentencing?
Was the bed not made before we tip-toed out past the guards of midnight?
Did we forget to kiss our partners before they embarked on another Tuesday morning commute?
Or did we talk back to the emotionless big men perched on stale thrones?
Do share with the group,
so sanctity can weasel itself back into place in this mad, mad world.
Gorgeous mystic moon
inviting flights of fancy,
itself held in place.
The
esteemed
servicemen
honored today,
on this November 11, 2020,
gave their lives for our sake --
We honor them by vowing
we shall never forget duty
to God, country, and compatriots.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written November 6, 2022
Submitted to “November Nonet” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
(Series: A prisoner needs love)
The train of time passed and left it furrows on foreheads.
I want to release myself from an imaginary prison to the perfume of a future
Tear down the vault of worries
From the cell of sadness – heartbreak – depression.
I take back yesterday from my pages
A memory that return tears to the eyes
A memory that return groan to the heart
Tell those that sent them to early death;
By their palms
They’ll nurture their death
in milk & livelihood beef
Just as Pharoah nurtured his destruction (Moses)
Beloved, we stand by Valentine's shores,
we are as gentle as a turtle dove,
our dreams ever open up Heaven’s doors.
Together we do share a precious love,
as we both do lie by the starlight stream,
our love does raise us to Heaven above.
We shall ever lie beneath starlight gleam,
where our hearts shall take flight and peaceful soar,
we ever find ourselves in starlight dream.
We shall ever stand by Valentine's shore,
as we stand together in the divine,
you shall ever be the one I adore.
Divinity sings as Luna does shine,
You are now my eternal Valentine.
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