Sometimes we all need
balloons shaped like anchors
to balance out
the exceptional
but also
the turbulent notions
found in our souls
which keeps us grounded
in our spirituality
A sweet sound like a robin’s song
drifted through the air,
The blissful melody was soothing
to my ear,
My wandering feet followed and
took me into the middle of Trafalgar Square,
Where music was playing, and
people were dancing everywhere.
While walking around, someone
bumped into me,
Halfway through the fall, I felt a hand
catch me,
Glancing up, I saw two beautiful
pools reflecting the blueness of
the sky,
Before I could say thank you, the
stranger had walked away.
As I sat, sipping my coffee and
resting my weary feet,
I heard someone say, Hello and
turned around to see,
I was surprised to see the owner
of those eyes standing right behind
me,
He had a friendly smile and a handful
of balloons,
He offered me one in the shape
of a half-moon.
Thank you to all those strangers
who go out of their way,
To make a difference in brightening someone’s day,
I was lucky to have met one such
stranger from among those rare
few,
Before entering the tube station,
I smiled as I released the balloon and
off it flew.
by Zyrool
01/26
The rainbow covered the sky
In the open night,
While the moon gives
Its smile to the
Figures dancing beneath
Its light.
A million miles of memories
Are connected
To the hopeful dream
Laying ahead of us.
With diyas lighting every corner
Of the streets,
The temples glow to cast out evils.
The smell of sweets runs
From family to family.
Under the swaying balloons
And flying lanterns,
Tribes become a family
Offering puja.
The children bow with
Excitement
To receive their parents’ blessings.
When light conquers darkness
In this hopeful night,
Lord Rama’s return to Ayodhya
Is witnessed.
His victory over the demon
King — Ravana — is proved,
With music playing,
Families sharing with friends
And strangers,
While Lakshmi prepares
Wealth and prosperity
For her children.
One couple of days, ninth week of May
two clumsy elephants danced ballet;
they were so weightless they tied it down;
the four in tutus, and one in gown.
Nine ancient young men, both cut the rope
to float away here, and land in hope.
A sober judge while out for a drink,
who did not see them, said they were pink!
down on the floor
hands and feet would lift me ~
i was a plane
blew up balloons
she made me animals ~
i was dazzled
taught me stitches
loved skilled embroidery ~
i was craft sown
drew paper dolls
sketched with clothes to cut out ~
i was prized fun
read tales aloud
fueled my fantasies ~
i was book hooked
spent time with me
shared skills and joys with me ~
mama loved me
I can't bring myself
to read the front page news
with which they string us along
as portrayed by the views
of those with a vested interest
or the rest with an axe to grind
who must think we're all
just deaf dumb and blind
to the truth of which there's more
in the speech balloons
of the funny characters
in the Sunday cartoons
they're merely a means of selling
ink-stained pulp derived from wood
it's all a waste of paper
other than those comic strips
and really only good
for wrapping fish and chips
There are more phobias than you would believe
Some have names, others are a one-of-a-kind nameless fear
People have fear of werewolves, rats, snakes, and ghosts
Fear of long words, mirrors, hair, balloons, paper clips
Fear of belly buttons, vegetables, windshields, flashlights,
I try to see if there is a fear of baths; yes, there is.
Some of these fears might seem unrealistic and strange to you
Until you develop the same fear.
Balloons, a rainbow in the sky,
Float gently, dancing in the breeze,
A burst of color, reaching high,
Balloons, a rainbow in the skies,
With dreams and wishes, they do fly,
A fleeting joy, that soon will cease,
Balloons, a rainbow in the sky,
Float gently, dancing in the breeze.
Flashing and flickering lights on a large Ferris wheel
Ornately painted horses on an old circus carousel
Brightly colored balloons set free
Branches gracefully swaying on a willow tree
Children happily playing at a park
Glowing yellow dots from the fireflies in the dark
Kisses from a fuzzy puppy on my face
Shooting stars flying through space
The amazement of wonder shall always dwell within me
The world offers me such fascination in everything I hear, feel, and see
The majesty of hot air balloons
Surpasses the soaring clouds above
Gliding through the air with ease
Like gentle hugs they succumb
Colours unmatched in their scope
East to west the sky is filled
With a spectacular medley of music
And moments of amazing spirit
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One balloon burst in flight,
leaving this child sullen
throughout a hopeless night.
One balloon loosed its tether,
leaving this child to wonder whether
what lands it may fly to,
what storms it may endure,
what people will look up and smile
at the sight brought to them from beyond,
. . . and other things, I supposed.
I had a busy night ahead of me
contemplating the possibilities.
flowers
abloom, flory
loving, wedding, growing
bouquets, blossom, inflatable, bouyant
deflating, bursting, tethering
helium, colorful
balloons
A room of colours,
Hanging balls in varying shades,
Tapestry and artistry,
Drapes and balloons,
Hue and beauty,
Balloons floating in the atmosphere,
Children running with them in pairs and trios,
Elastic bags pumped with air,
Elastic bags pumped with helium,
An aura of colours.
February 19, 2023.
Forgotten memories of childhood resurrect,
Layers of colorful events get, together, decked.
Adamant screaming continues till I got them,
They burst, oft, midway though each seemed a precious gem...!
Did I know, then, the meaning of these chic child charms?
Loss of innocence, and their tint tentative norms!
Their feebleness, tragedy of timeless transience,
Spread within the sky of heart gloomy ambiance...?
Though they gave me a feeling of freedom and joy,
Did they teach me the loss of innocence and coy?
Did I know the signs of their various colors?
Did anything except pleasure fill me, alors...?
I love you, balloons, at this my late fifties too,
Midst every moment of my happiness and woe;
Betwixt junctures of perplexities, and sorrows,
Your rainbow prism smiles promise pleasant tomorrows...!!!
Each balloon overblown breaks I have known by now,
Can even vendors save them from bursting, somehow;
Doesn't this fact speak volumes about human life?
Doesn't it, breath blown once, undergo endless strife...?
18 February 2023
Balloons Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Balloons
Round and full,
Always seeking the sky,
Lighter than air.
Reminders
To celebrate
Birthdays and birth.
Hold tight the cord -
No escape with the wind –
Joy on a string
Bright colors dance -
Welcome to happy times -
Rainbows of laughter
Always young
Holding a balloon
Smiling hearts laughing
2-16-23
Contest: Balloons
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
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