Best Accumulates Poems
Emerald green that shines on
gleaming green jewel bug
Algae green of the serene pond
And there swim the shoveler ducks
Harlequin green from areca leaves pinnate
Softly grins when sunrays gently penetrate
And the dark green on betel leaves
Oh ho, the deep red on tongue it leaves
Light green of the Mandevilla
That climbs high to shine bright
Mixed hues of the leaves of taro root
And turquoise green on the crystal clear Lake
O! The iridescent green hues
of peafowls whose vibrant colors ooze
off his pretty long feathers,
Do I need to apprise further?
Green paddy field glares
And sways like a girl's hair
Teal green from singing river
Accumulates minerals and delivers
Did I mention the grass green?
Hey! Isn't our earth's screen?
Raising that lustrous curtain,
unfolds vivid scene by scene
Our earth breaths through these shades of green
Without these green, there is no pleasant scenes
Sunlight scampers between
the twigs of naked trees.
And a web of shadows,
dance with each feisty breeze.
A sullied sun shimmers,
like cheap carnival glass.
And yet, this fickle Sun's
too weak for blades of grass.
Snow accumulates on
branches that almost break.
And bend low to the ground:
with the weight of each flake.
Sugar maple sap stalls:
not even one sweet drip.
And snowmen stop melting:
frozen in Winter's grip.
Spring's not on stage, quite yet,
She's waiting in the wings.
And yet, I can feel Her
tugging on my heartstrings.
AFFECTIONS
unrequited
a
recognisable
resemblance
in
unfinished
replicas
mystery&
curiosity
emanates
in
an
element
of
renown
&slender
beauty
a
distinct
yet
indescribeable
aura
indictive
of despair
accumulates
out of proportion
The Ghost Inside My Head
I see you when I close my eyes
I hear you when I sleep I night
I miss you when the morning comes
I try so hard to bury you
Yet you never seem to stay dead
I try, I try to run from you
The ghost inside my head
You left me when I needed you
But it was impossible for you to stay
You shattered the windows and changed the locks
All so you can get away
You took away my peace of mind
So when I lie in bed
I find myself haunted by
The ghost inside my head
With lucidity comes memories
Of days with you long past
And dreaming only brings the things
I know could never last
My mind is as a home left empty
Where hurt accumulates like dust
And the foundation of my heart still stands
Only because it must
I wish I could say goodbye to you
Keep you just a memory instead
But youre forever living on as
The ghost inside my head
Dust floats in the air like it belongs there,
and then accumulates on everything.
Dead skin and mites suspended in mid-air
adhere to practically anything;
sullying surfaces to which they cling.
Dust bunnies gather, morphing into balls;
that hide under beds and roll down the halls.
Dust spreads allergens, dander, and pet hair
that collects in corners and sticks to walls:
it's everywhere, yet no one seems to care.
I stand in awe, paralyzed
Bottomless pit below, where feet should stand
Boundless steps, take one more, then another
Am I alone, in a sea of nineteen thousand?
I wonder, is it just me
Who's lungs compress the closer we become
Nearly there, complete the infinate descent
A memory perpetually imprinted, will not be undone
I contemplate leaving, turn back
The rush overwhelms me, is it too late?
I've waited a lifetime and a day, I'm here
A bumbling hum accumulates, then resonates
I understand how it unites
How it heals, destroys, runs fingers through nerves
Drags buried demons from shadows, kicking, screaming
A final standing ovation, the least that's deserved
I reflect as the curtains drop
Last wire unplugged, last light deluminated
Bottomless pit, where feet once stomped
Can't shake the music from my mind, I'm contaminated
25th August 2011
Your breath morphs into a November ghost,
a spectral mist that swiftly dissipates.
And barren trees lament the loss of leaves,
as Autumn approaches, where Winter waits.
The wind whistles through the twigs and branches,
rattling the bare bones of the naked trees.
And sings a soulful dirge for Autumn's dead,
as the rivers and creeks begin to freeze.
Frost accumulates upon window panes,
creating frozen swirls of abstract art.
And dry leaves crunch and crackle underfoot,
as rutting bucks challenge their counterpart.
A spent sun slinks low in a teal-grey sky,
as Summer's late bloomers wither and die.
Brilliant and dull,
Losing and winning,
Seeking and finding –
Among the dreams, a feeling…
She risks her heart,
And, finds her hope.
She rises in the morning,
To erase the darkest fears.
She wonders through shadows,
To abide beneath the light of love.
She kisses away the past,
With laughter because she’s gone.
Beautiful and hideous,
Winter and summer,
Chaotic and peaceful –
Despite her faith, she blunders…
She lingers in her self-pity,
Still facing the battle with vigor.
She wrecks the music,
Playing notes of pale and weak.
She invites the prayers,
Then silences her screams.
She is an echo of yesterday,
While still awaiting tomorrow’s lease.
She is wild and willing,
Welcoming the moments, while…
She decides who she will be,
Her heart and soul grow wings,
And she is awkward in her melancholy.
But, she still grieves…
Pieces of her destiny, pieces never settled.
Black and white,
A frown and a smile,
Right and wrong,
Even what she knows grows thorns,
She reaches for the stars,
While playing in the dark.
She embraces the gentle ones,
Never sure of their calm.
She dreads Autumn’s close,
While the snow accumulates in her soul.
She is the end and the start,
Where she goes, hope follows her home.
She regrets those barren years,
But her heart remembers and fears.
She is good. She is bad –
Yet, her faith is like her breathe,
Always there, always exhaling…
Moments in prayers, prayers who know,
Beyond this world, there is life –
Love so amazing - it is her reason for praising
Humble and prideful,
Abundant and wanting,
More or less..
She is everything and nothing,
And, always… she knows she’s been chosen…
For this very moment, for this very life,
For this very joy and peace – love that never leaves,
Because, forever and always – Oh, yes…
She believes!
Everyone calls her ‘bad’
I’ve never seen her sad,
She is vivid on own fad,
For her I am mad!
Her lips are tangerine from beetle stains,
Her fingertips contain henna stains,
Watching her I evaporate my stains.
When she is in pain, it really rains.
She is a dark woman, whom all hates,
She is a taboo, whom they tolerate,
I want to tear up her outer façade.
She wears a coiled “bindi” on her forehead,
She is miles away from being sacred,
Still, she doesn’t deserve this much hatred.
She chews tobacco with areca nuts,
She pops tobacco and cashew nuts,
Everybody hates the way she smacks,
Kohl pencil makes her eyes dark,
Her attitude makes her ever darker,
I hope her “bindi” glows in the dark,
She demolishes all the perks.
For her, I am total jerk.
I love her silver jewelries,
She, herself is a revelry,
I love the sound of her bangles,
I love the way her waist-chain dangles.
She beads traditional woman tattoo on skin,
She doesn’t live in anyone else’s skin.
Her forehead accumulates the power,
She is the solo woman in sun-shower,
She is a mix of sacred and secret,
She is never a taboo,
She is life’s hullabaloo,
She is the hymn of voodoo!!
How I miss you ..
for your smell ..
for gloom of your fingers ..
for your dreary face ..
The cloud that accumulates in the space of my poems !
On that night two foolish fish
Were found garnished on his dish
They’d dropped out of school
For playing the fool
Not to die had been their wish
Now they wound up on his plate
To be consumed by his date
Foolishness still there
Humans unaware
Just wanted to satiate
But that which addled fish brains
Now gave those humans some pains
How ‘foolish” to eat
The refuse filled meat
Poison in humans remains!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
This limerick was born out of a joke between me and a soup member about the benefits of vegetarianism. I had joked that with MAD cow, and bird FLU, soon there would be a breakout of FOOLISH fish. The person quipped that it was because the fish had “dropped out of school” and challenged me to write a poem….Well, here it is. Some facts:
Fish is known to be the best type of meat to consume because of the Omega 3 fatty acids, EPA and DHA. However, care should still be taken when consuming fish. “Fish is one of the most polluted foods we eat. Unfortunately, nearly all fish and shellfish contain traces of methylmercury, which is poisonous to the brain. Mercury accumulates in fish when polluted water is filtered through their gills. The longer a fish lives, the more the mercury accumulates. Large fish eat small fish and accumulate all of the mercury that was in the small fish. This mounts up exponentially. Our tissues also accumulate the mercury of all the fish we eat throughout our lifetimes. No fish is completely free of mercury and other pollutants. If you eat fish regularly, your body is undoubtedly high in mercury. High body stores of mercury cause brain damage and memory impairment, leading to dementia. It has been demonstrated that fish contain enough mercury to harm an unborn baby or harm a young child’s developing nervous system” (Dr Fuhrman).
Don’t hate me! I’m just saying……. ;)
Skeletal, shriveled,
your shell is a delicate,
dry and brittle casing, soon shed.
Now, age accumulates and,
exiled and bewildered, all free choice fled,
death is an unknown terror.
You miss your home,
cannot understand how,
to those who once bent to your will,
you've faded to a shadow,
powerless, almost forgot,
a consequence of the natural order.
Enjoy the moments in the sun,
your food, your precious breath
that I listen for at night.
So changed, I cling -- and mourn
Your life. Your stroke
has paralyzed us both.
Cloaked in love, my pity
is but another grievous
wound you bear.
Being rather shy myself,i have took this onboard
people from all walks of life, a differant approach toward
many varieties blatant,cheeky,funny or just plain kind
our good friend Maca,accumulates,and so this you will find.
He could haggle a haggler at his height
and win,hands down without no plight
yet genorousity, thoughtfullness and he is so neat
his old saying being " shy kids get no sweets"
He has an air about him,that puts you ease
is a ladys gentleman,sometimes a little tease
in times of needs or trouble,he wouldn`t turn his back
even when you`re being accused, of claiming his big mac. ;)
Paul Beadnall for:
Sponsor Constance La France ` A Rambling Poet ~
Contest Name A Short Poem, Please
DEDICATED TO ANDREW McPARTLAND
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The Balance Sheet
The endless cycle
Life expends
Death accumulates
This is one of my lune writings above. If you want more information about this style see: http://lestersmith.com/2009/05/29/poetic-forms-haiku-senryu-tanka-and-lunes/
#1. Armaggedon is not a geographical
location. The battle goes on within us
between the will or ego and the spirit.
Divinity lives within this battlefield in
our heart and souls.
#2. Armaggedon is not a remote event in history
but an occasion for the Self to connect more fully
to the nature of Divinity which resides both within
and beyond the self in three different ways.
#3. Armaggedon. The Self is the creation of God.
The serial disasters that humanity accumulates
in our lives are not from an All Powerful God
handing out retribution or revenge or indifference.
Divinity promotes that love is primary.
#4. Armaggedon is an opportunity to realize the
personality of God within our own lives.
Justice, wisdom, love, knowledge, thoughts,
feelings and behavior, except for evil, are aspects
of the personality of God. It is our responsibility
to merge with Divinity more fully to strengthen
those aspects of divinity within ourselves.
#5. Armaggedon is not a place outside of us,
it is a symbol of our faith. Being a child of God
means you already have the inherent qualities
of God within you, we all do, no matter what
religion. Like a mother who gives birth to a child,
the child has aspects of the mother’s personality
within her. Thus, as God has given birth to us all,
we have attributes of Divinity within that we
need to grow and strengthen.
#6. Armaggedon. The fever is already raging.
in a war that surpasses all wars and that is
alive within us on a daily basis. This war
holds the souls weight of my loyalty
toward or away from love, the primary aspect
of God.