Best Assimilated Poems
A sudden rain
cloaked the rail path
Lightning strikes were furious
Thunder storms drum big
Windows drenched in rain
Unable to see the scenes
Uncertain about the future
As we were trapped inside
Dreading the journey,
Holding my dad's fingers
I closed my eyes;
Leaning on his arms
Lamenting the harms
Frightened me, cried
To wipe out my tears,
he made me hear
his childhood memories
and funny stories
To obliterate my fear,
he enunciated his, failed cracks
and success tracks
"Beleive in the driver
and relish the journey"
He boldly advised
By sharing his life's journey
He made that messy journey
The memorable one
The stories I heard on that ride
could be correlated with all the current
and future circumstances
The lesson I assimilated
Is my guiding light
Even after the halt of the train
The words he uttered
resonated deeply inside
and still resonating
even after his demise
and will keep on resonating
throughout my life
Happy Father's day
On a stone wall, by the solitary pavement,
Annoyed and angry, with daggers drawn at everyone,
I saw my neighbor sitting dejected and depressed.
Though known him for years, of late he has changed much.
His eyes had grown so cold, and his mind, so blank.
His vision, I felt was blurred by a hazy mist.
He was seen with his gaze fixed at the horizon far,
Like a block of stone, hardly noticing anyone, he sat.
From a distance, came a barking sound,
It was from his dog that followed its master’s trail.
Seeing a rodent, behind a wild bush
The dog was barking nonstop on and on
The mangy animal was once so loved,
Now left wantonly uncared and unattended.
With incessant bark it was disturbing the calm around.
This greatly irked the man, otherwise annoyed.
Instant was his response and rash, his action.
Picking up a stone and aiming at the dog,
He hurled the stone with all his might,
And sad! It hit hard on his target.
Oppressively hurt by the whizzing stone,
The dog twitched and yelled in pain.
Licking its wound, it ran round and round,
Along the concrete path, mad and wild.
At last, slowing down and turning its direction
Towards its master, it moved fast.
Petrified, on an impulse, he jumped down,
And fearing the worst, he closed his eyes.
But wagging its tail with a pleading look
It began licking its master’s hand.
The hand so rude that clutched the stone,
And had flung at it, causing it to bleed.
It was a gesture too deep for words,
That taught the man the lesson of love:
Love others with every broken piece
Even after someone breaks one's heart.
After years, it remains the best example
Of forgiveness, I have ever seen and assimilated.
It helps me forget all bitterness towards my enemies,
Teaching me the lesson not to curse but to bless them.
I feel it was a message sent down from Heaven,
The most powerful of all sermons so far delivered.
By forgiving our enemies, one can unload the baggage,
And save our wretched lives from serious wreckage!
I
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…shh
bashit
cashit
dishit
dashit
no tp
bushit
hushit
gashit
hashit
lashit
sashit
wishit
would
come
now
pushit
pushit
some
more
lushit
don’t
rushit
you
might
mashit
mushit
don't
splashit!
goshit,
too
late!
~ouch,
fishit
rashit
tushit
gushit
washit
flush
it..
II
°°
crashit
blushit
flashit
freshit
can't
brushit
can't
finishit
uhh
can't
crushit
this
slushit
cherishit
Ooh
ooh
o
¤
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III
sh
woo.sh
's it
vanishit
sheepish
it!
** ok this one is still in the works...don't really want to force it
Writer’s babble: This has been in my intestines for a loong time now (years actually) but never figured out how to do it. Then *poopboom*! It all got digested and assimilated—the recent sample poem on on Cyndi’s blog, then Chris’ & Ruben’s concretes (Thank you for the inspiration :D!)
Ruben, here it is, finally. You did say, “Just do it”, glad I am able to doo it. I finally pooped out a concrete something O_o!!
I wouldn’t be surprised if somewhere out there, there’s a twin of this pooem. I suppository so, I haven’t tried searching for any, but yeah this was fun for me.
Ok this is still editable—feel free to share any –sh ending words and I might consider adding it :p
it’s just me, but eh, kinda iffy that it doesn’t tie too much—with the bushing it then flushing it. oh well.
** thank you, Cyndi & Chris for the added words :D, I would have missed them otherwise --- I doo think this will get longer & longer! please stay tootooned for more evacuations ;)
Line of enquiry:
Yes, I affirm, I have seen God
But He appeared and then disappeared
This knowing that transcends mind, left me awed
But until what’s imbibed is assimilated, by fears I’m seared
As death whispered gently into my ear,
a divine light appeared flashing in white.
Was this a mere delusion to cause fear,
or was my soul preparing to take flight.
Teardrops bled to this soothing sacred gaze,
as I prepared to be summoned back home.
Life had left me lost in an endless maze,
with no desire to find new roads to roam.
But in this fleeting moment a voice spoke,
"it's not your time, so alter your outlook."
That was the juncture where my spirit woke,
changing the mindset of what I had mistook.
Blessed with heaven's touch of eternal grace,
fears faded in my heart, where faith found its place.
Line of inquiry:
Yes, I affirm, I have seen God
But He appeared and then disappeared
This knowing that transcends mind, left me awed
But until what’s imbibed is assimilated, by fears I’m seared
Once, I was so
very sick, and
I almost died,
and wandered
hospital halls
lost ... broken.
Until- I found
a quiet room
just for praying
so, I sat down
and opened a bible placed on a table looking at different Psalms, Verses.
Soon, I felt another person in the room, a man sitting beside me quietly.
He turned to me taking my hand and I knew it was God. I thought that
my time on earth was over. But, he stroked my hand and holding it told
me I had things
still to do for him.
That it was not
my time .... yet.
After, I got well
I never forgot
what God- said.
Now, I do things
very meaningful,
things for .. God.
I help the poor
and help animals.
I try to be kind
every single day.
And say prayers
each new dawn
I read this in the
bible- Isaiah 43.
When you pass
thru the waters
I will be with
you ... and thru
the rivers, they
will not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,
and the flame shall not consume you. Even Jesus holds me when I am afraid.
So, I saw God's face and it was beautiful and felt his love and that is my why.
Line of inquiry:
“Yes, I affirm, I have seen God
But He appeared and then disappeared
This knowing that transcends mind, left me awed
But until what’s imbibed is assimilated, by fears I’m seared”
Once I felt the power of God
It seeped into me like lightning,
Illumining the track it traversed
It settled somewhere down,
Within the vibrations of light and sound.
In my heart a delectable music swelled.
My life was deluged with song.
His guiding light led me through devious paths.
When was it that I lost connection with that power?
It happened gradually without my knowing
In course of time, it got veiled and eclipsed,
By the darkness of worldly desires.
I was caught in life’s swift current.
Wishing to stay afloat, l drifted,
Into the midst of peripheral comforts,
Like one chasing the deceiving mirage of the desert
My ego bloated like a balloon
I walked on stilts that I forgot the feel of my feet
I felt the stream of love narrowing into a trickle
And then drying out completely.
I was busy making money
In my mad rush after power and pelf,
I threw my values to the wind
Soon storms began raging into my life.
I was befriending gnawing anxieties and strangulating fears.
My dreams shattered like glassware
My world lost its rhythm and I lost my calm.
Life seemed to go on, leaving me behind
Never more I could endure the desolation
That hovered over my me like a dark shroud
Like a mother's despondency at the loss of her child,
An emptiness enveloped my spirit and being.
I knew it was not too late,
To recover all that I lost.
I decided to trace my steps backward,
And travel in reverse gear.
In all earnestness, I turned my downcast eyes heavenward
Soon I started breathing with greater ease
I began getting healed in love’s gentleness
Binding me to God through an unshakable bond
Like sunlight arching through the dark
Once more He came into my life to light my interiors
Now he resides within me, not at the periphery as earlier,
But deep down as a living power, changeless and timeless!
This is an ancient land lapped by two seas in the south,
girdled by mountains the highest on the earth.
Many mighty rivers flow across this fertile land,
monsoon rains wash the land where I took my birth.
An eon old civilization grew in west flank,
permeated the native race of the land.
They assimilated flux of foreign invasion,
made country’s diversity a unique brand.
Steeped in Vedic culture and the karmic way of life,
takes pride in the invention of the zero.
In midst of medley of custom, language and belief
modern times are now coming at a pace slow.
Time will come when the nation will take its rightful place
in the world stage regaining its lost aura.
Glorious sun of eminence will rise in the east,
shine on future of my country India.
August 24, 2018
(Form used in the poem is Doha which is a
Hindi form of self-contained couplet in which
each 24 syllable line is split into two unequal
parts of 13 and 11 syllables)
Happiness of Life Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
When I speak of love…
-I speak of you.
When I feel tenderness…
-I am feeling you.
Up on the brink of yesterday’s blues, you
swore my elegance would never be forgotten.
I wear happiness for you on my sleeve,
and you carry happiness for me in silence.
Beneath the shadows there are beacons of
flares resisting the splendor of our dreams.
For without our dreams, we would cease to survive
and be forced to endure a long lasting life of woe.
Somewhere above the peaks of the mountains you
took my essence and made it your own. Now I dwell
inside your spirit and we illuminate passion through
every single dark aspect of life.
When I think of compassion...
-I think of you.
When I feel beautiful...
-I am feeling you.
I instantly fell in love with your charm. You shimmer with
the sparkling stars and I glow with the kindle of Venus.
Together we have renewed the faith of the universe as
our molecules have assimilated to create one complete
being; that is us….
-and we are united for all eternity.
Our secrets remain private, as our privacy remains sacred.
My regard is hungry for your pleasure and your predilection
is hungry for my treasure. May we sail through the sun of a
the west and create perfect harmony inside our tranquility.
Our captivating romance prevails and we make each other
happy with burning desire.
When I think of fantasies…
-I think of you.
When I feel amorous…
-I am feeling you.
Date Written: April 6, 2016
the egg in the frying pan
sizzled but mine wasn't
sunny side up
my brain assimilated
everything but this
wasn't a simulation
i hit a wall
going at least
sixty miles an hour
looks like i'm not
going to graduate
from Mental State
just
another
crash dummy
First descent
had every bone crushed,
as a true descent must do.
Second descent
was of a toxin
placed neither by devil nor god.
Third descent, fourth, and beyond,
were of increasingly greater craft
and increasingly greater uncertainty.
I lay in the soil,
assimilated into
the common grave of mankind.
I vanished into the worms,
the stench ought to have killed me,
yet abjectly I survived.
And thereafter I saw the hereafter,
and I would not withstand
the finality of Gehenna's flames.
In a deathly moment of failure,
I returned from the grave,
for I hadn't the might to remain.
6th September 2018
Falling down to my splintering knees,
Heaven or Hell, the stone will be cast.
Like whiplash, the ground beneath me begins to crack open
As my truth is played out against an apocalyptic backdrop.
Sins weighed against my empathic
compassion,
Caught in riptides of my darkness; will light save me?
Flames lick against my flesh as the vultures circle around.
Pleading to the heavens, I swear my truths are sincere.
I pushed back against those incessant inner
demons
As they flirted with the devil.
But my sanity assimilated, and I plunged down that pit.
Sins took hold, infecting, infesting; the damage that
was already done.
I plead for your unconditional mercy:
Don’t let the razor teeth tear me apart.
A broken mirror
A gustily reflection of misfortunes
I don’t recognise myself anymore
An honest look at my dishonesty
Yes, I’m a liar
The image distorted with each retreating step of shame
I take, and I move ten steps backwards in life
The falling pieces like sharp knifes
Pierce the ground with screaming cries
No!!!
Did I just dig my own grave?
The earth bleeds (from me)
Soaking the ground with broken promises
I try to flee the scene
Hoping never to be seen
To hide from my guilty conscience
Hoping not to be convicted for seven years
By poetic justice
And the crush of his firm finger
He had pointed straight at me
The lie exposed
Blood on my hands,
My fist broke the mirror
My lack of character,
A life of no restraint
Of anger and hate
My over indulgences and cutting corners
All brought to bare
The broken mirror echoes my scattered, dying soul
It intrigues me like a thousand pieces of a puzzle,
Challenging me to put my life back together
You’re such a liar, I dare you!
If I’m honest, I know only I can,
But my inner voice is unrelenting
No you won’t you liar!
I put my neck on the block
A voluntary fratricide
To be rid of this inner, rotten core
A mind like Pandora’s box
They say garbage in garbage grows!
The contents need to be forgotten
The combination unknown
Self-destruction mode on do-not-unlock
I accept I can never run away from my own thoughts
This outer shell content with my decision
For seven years it exhausted me
It haunted me,
Assimilated anew in the fields of second chances
Reassembled from pieces of glass and blood
I return to me a complete reflection
The drugs are working
I no longer feel anything
I am ‘comfortably numb’
It feels weird
Yes comforting
I don’t worry anymore
About anyone
Or anything
I just get up
And go to work
I am a machine
I have been assimilated
A ‘Borg’. Or was that a bore?
You could shoot me and
I wouldn’t care
I don’t think anyone would.
I have no one but me.
And me, I ain’t so lucky.
I was told I'm a know-it-all and that might be true
But from a fine mentor I've learned a thing or two
I've assimilated wisdom and tuition from a teacher
not well known
Who imparted to me the knowledge I now own
Black holes, string theory and quantum mechanics
A pundit not more erudite this side of the Atlantic
French, German and Spanish with Latin as the ground
Lead to illumination it has been found
Reading about writing and writing about reading
From which a seeker can grasp meaning
Painting describes nature in all one is seeing
And that is the preceptor who is a three in one
Learning from this master has only just begun
It may be wondered just who is this scholarly guy
No guy at all, the three in one is me, myself and I
Standing amidst the forest trees
listening to their whispered words
breathing their breaths like they were mine.
Enveloped with viridescence:
variants of moss, leaves and grass
whose olfactics overwhelm me.
My mind is intoxicated,
seemingly assimilated
with every patch, leaf and blade of grass
whose metabolism’s are mine
or conversely mine became theirs.
Consequentially, I confess
my fancies assume my psyche
and Truth becomes an illusion.