Best Dilute Poems
Pull out the easel
set the canvas
positioned long and slender clean slate.
Sketch the figures huddled and dark-bound hostage
to charcoal-cooled coals
etching in shadow images;
Faceless entities
slipping in and out the background
earth-toned sojourners accepting, alone, quiet, dying;
Still the images in silence
hard and disfigured
grotesque horrors in place;
Somber soul-drained eyes
skeletal socket holes
buried in the heart and mind;
Let tears fall down their cheeks
in wonder, awe, and
fear of what happens next.
Acrylic primers dilute the wash in the storyline
flaking and cracking
tearing each soul and truth away;
Polyptych blended burnish bleeds
quiet, soft exuding
whimpered cries, asking why;
Chiaroscuro collages of death from life
fading to diluent breaths
the heartbeat of an unholy silence;
Graded gouache monochrome scraper boards
releasing sfumatos of singularities
communal lives sacrificed
Varnish the final rendition
camouflage the realities,
the actuality of what it represents,
Time immemorial in genocidal atrocities
of Native Americans, Cambodians, Hawaiians,
Jews, Rwandans, Bosnia, Darfur,.
When does it stop?
The never-ending list
life is more precious than this
until change comes
Paint the Picture Black and Gray
pray
then act.
I come in a pretty bottle
But no I’m not a Genie
Yet I can promise big problems
For a time will feel teeny
I’ve been called liquid courage
I’m really the refuge of the weak
If you lack confidence darling
You will no longer feel meek
You might start out laughing
Until the tears dilute your beer
If only you had avoided me
You wouldn’t find yourself here
Unlike a magic Genie
I offer you no wishes times three
Have another bottle of tequila
So you can live inside me
I love how you caress me
As I slip past your lips
You can feel me warm you
From your head to your hips
Minutes to hours
The years all sipped away
You are obsessed with me darling
and for me that’s AOK
In time I’ll replace your family
Take your job and your home
Still some stranger will join you
Because who likes to drink alone
Want is my weapon
The bottle is my perfect trap
You are welcome any time lover
You just have to remove the cap
oh how a newborn’s first tear helps dilute ~ mortality’s bitter truth
death dissolves in such sweet moments ~ if soluble never absolute
In this season of festive cheer,
as hours fade into the new year,
spare a thought for those who live in fear,
who have no one to wipe away their tear.
Think of the children in this season of joy,
girls and boys without a single toy.
Their joy is just a day of peace,
when the bombs finally cease.
When you sit there comfortable and warm,
Think of the homeless struggling in the storm.
Why is it so difficult to understand,
for them this is no winter wonderland.
Some are alone in a nursing home,
Waiting for a loved one to phone
Or watching their door
Hoping it will open once more.
Touch the hearts of those lonesome tonight,
simple gestures will fill them with delight.
Remind an orphan to keep faith in life,
give them hope when struggles are rife.
With compassion, bombs will remain silent,
tongues must speak against those who are violent.
Only love can dilute streams of hate,
reach out to those in pain, to change their fate.
Silent One collaboration with Carole Duet
23 December 2017
Ethereal rays of light
dilute darkness into grey.
Ebony fades with the night;
only shadows; defy day.
A spiderweb casts a hue
of iridescent flashes.
And the morning mist drips dew;
in intermittent splashes.
Dawn splits reality's realm
into scenes rivaling dreams.
As songbirds sing in the elm,
while sunbeams gild golden streams.
Dragonflies and bumblebees
flex crackled cellophane wings.
And the sun warms every breeze,
smug with the heat that it brings.
Slivers of light pierce my eye;
filtered through a rusty screen.
And rustling leaves flutter high,
in a canopy of green.
Dream on man
War is constant
It has gone beyond
Catholic or Protestant
Religious wars
From our short lived past
Will never dilute
As long as we last
In this modern world
We fight for different reasons
What ever the excuse
And in any season
We fight over land
Imaginary WMD
Even over soccer
How the hell can that be
We now fight over oil
In a camouflaged war
Taking innocents with us
In public deplore
Guerrilla, assault
Bombing with precision
We vote them in
As they twist their decisions
Dream on man
War has changed
Greed has taken over
From the pasts deranged
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-3.php
I wanna spread you thin,
creamy, on a bagel
toasted
fresh
hot
savor each bite
lick you off -
my fingers
the corner of my mouth…
I’ll leave a bit to make you laugh.
Save it for later
I’ll say it’s a snack
if I get hungry before I get back
I wanna sauté you in garlic
…with peppers - hot
salt..
cheese..
the flavor in oil
infuse with your leaves
over a salad.. inside a soup
tomatoes
red onions
brown rice.. a scoop
not to dilute
or over power
the taste of your skin
lightly
dusted in flour
sizzle and pop
drizzle a dop
I’d make you a doughnut
if I were a cop
or better yet
I think an éclair
cream in the middle
squeeze you right there
in a coffee cup
some on my chin
lick it off
…and squeeze you again
I wanna bake you in broth
400 degrees
wine
sauce
caper goat cheese
stuff you with seafood
potatoes
brie
serve you with scallops
fresh from the sea.
reduce you to thickened,
sauce made with cream
jiggle your gravy
poach you and steam
fry you in butter
sugar your spleen!
I’m stuffed...your love
feast for a king
Tributaries of thought become rivers
which run deep...and slowly;
rapid...and passionately,
until their confluence becomes
one infinitely miscible flow
--dynamic, yet less mercurial,
because their width and depth
are too immense to easily
dilute
Words of love have many spills, harboring heartbreaks in their chills,
Birds of song upon yonder hills, singing sorrows amongst the daffodils…
We get lost within adoration, whirlpools drowning waters of flirtation,
Debris of love in mutation, with pendulous promises in rapid rotation…
Sunny days that slowly fade, lovers lost amidst their sentiment shade,
Honeydews that have been sprayed, only dilute as they stand decayed…
Whispers of love that evaporate, as the malevolent minds do magistrate,
Twisters surround and obliterate, the love we once had we watch deflate.
Nov.08.2019
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Placed 7'th...Thank you
Jaimin sir, a kind man, with smile cute,
Prepared for supporting me in lawsuit
Is ready to fight against any odd acute;
Managing school and university with astute.
In the premises everyone does salute!
Revered for his perseverance which dilute
All miseries, anxieties and commute
Joyfully with him in leisure to compute
Your mistakes and victories that overshoot.
All liked him for his ability to refute.
Grumped man speaks cool like flute
Under omnipresence, one who does hoot
Ruins his own impression and does salute;
Unacceptable people do get execute
Surely; teachers like me are with parachute
Inspired by him to remove Prafulla persecute,
Remove such drastic elements for institute.
A knife stab on a man
Hurts as much on a kid
He has to remain mum
A brave face to cede
A woman on his side, on the other a son
Two souls to shield, emotions never freed
He has strength to lift a tonne
And more to make his tears recede
He holds the tears back like a dam
When his boiling anger feeds
His heartbreak may have no span
But he won’t flip a lid
Lucid is heartbreak to a woman
It is heart dust to a man crushed to plead
A moon ray in the absence of the sun
Sparkles a tear drop on his eyelid
When the world looks away he becomes human
Allows his tears to flow and dilute his bleeding
He knows crying a river killed no one
But bleeding a river did
"And the Heavens gave the rains
And the earth brought forth its fruit."
We are thankful for our blessings
That You give without dilute.
We do not stop to thank You
As often as we ought
For the bounty set before us
And the life Your own Son bought.
We have Your Holy promise
Eternal life to receive.
There are no thanks sufficient
If Your promise we believe.
We come to You as children, Lord
Without a single doubt.
You have spread this feast before us
And Your gifts are all about.
We thank You for our blessings
In total gratitude
For keeping us from straying
When Evil would intrude.
We pray the world will listen
And be still to hear Your Word.
May hate be driven from all lands;
Peace be at last, restored.
On this Thanksgiving, Father
We come with open hearts
To receive the love You give us
And all that it imparts.
Amen
Toroidal heart and bliss bubbles bursting
in thousands noiselessly at head ovoid,
ushers rapture for which we were thirsting,
being by ego no longer decoyed.
As a sublime fragrance suffuses form,
we are both in this world and in heaven,
enveloped by a magnetic bliss storm,
soma nectar drips through chakras seven.
When jarring life notes deflect attention,
bliss remains but its attributes dilute,
prompting us to restore meditation,
that our soul presence within may reboot.
Deepen oh hermit, deepen each bliss strobe ~
Layer by layer, ignorance disrobe
07-November-2022
Hand in hand glued I walk with you
I am a waveless sea without you
I am a honeyless bee without you
I am a rootless tree without you
You are my fate a true soulmate
I am a feelingless kiss without you
I am a peaceless niche without you
I am a pondless fish without you
You are my love which you deserve
I am an aimless life without you
I am a ruthless knife without you
I am a pitiless strife without you
With you I hit dart bullseye every try
I am a wingless bird without you
I am a meaningless word without you
I am a shameless nerd without you
I admire your piose beauty so cutie
I am a handless clock without you
I am a prongless fork without you
I am a humourless joke without you
I enjoy each moment with you a brand new
I am a seedless fruit without you
I am a useless dilute without you
I am an endless dispute without you
With you I am complete a man concrete
I am a powerless king without you
I am a diamondless ring without you
I am a bloomless spring without you
Let us not apart any day that's I pray
I am a heartless body without you
I am a worthless roadie without you
I am a themeless melody without you
Love is still, love till date, forever innate
Again I would say, you are my fate a true soulmate...
underneath my silhouette
it's always "liek" dusk.
i hear a marching band in the fog,
a damp echo, some dilute
nightmare.
i still exhale you.
an illuminated allegory
i will forever see.
i sense it's fundamental,
like an imperfect cell
wanning away inside;
my smoke filled lungs.
unable.