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Ulan At Sinag Ng Araw: Pagmumuni Ng Isang Tulirong Isip

my head touches the pillow
as gentle rain lulls me 
and i just want to   s
                             i
                             n
                              k

into the sheets,
fold into myself,
….be forgotten,

immerse myself with the raindrops
and blend in—
    washed out,
washed away,
 
be a mere globule
in those floodwaters

and once it recedes,

let me be

--bleached
by 
sunlight

scrub     a w a y 
my darkness,

let that vast spectrum of light
assault it

let those rays
shine
No.
make that, glare--
into my outer and inner beings,
highlighting each of my flaws—


(--can’t you see?—
--tell me,
is it not amidst sunlight
that you see
all those dust particles
floating about?

air may seem invisible, 
  but it's not invincible

think. Again.

--those countless, innumerable
nano flaws)

let those rays
burn through me,
forcing melanocytes
to aggregate
into multiple nevi

--flaws manifested—

then after the Sun
has done its part,

allow pieces of me

to evaporate,
to condense,
to sublimate,,,,

I ramble,  on
    and on                 ...,and on
droning, groaning
like the hardened ground,
as, it’s, pierced, by, rain daggers, 

(but unlike it,
the petrichor 
that I release

fails
to 
invigorate me

--the reason
behind this

escapes me)

Drench,,,,, everything!!!!!!! 
!!!!! unleash,,,,, ravage !!!!!
     then 
  devastate!!!!!


simply: 

R e l. e a s e

               
all that chaos
within


then after all that,
revel in the silence

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and so 
I simply lie
down
on my pondering senti.mental stool-
the overthinker, the wandering fool



Cut through me, Rain, 
--be my salve

Burn deep inside me, Sunlight,
--then heal my tatteredness






--------rain and sunlight: lingering thoughts of a loopy, sighing, mind-----

angstfeelingsintrospectionlightrainfree verse

Night of Glorious Moonlight

Night, this night of glorious moonlight,
it’s silvery rays fingering down to Gaia’s breast  
are euphoria to the soul.
Mother Moon sings her songs of loving
gentility, filling my spirit.
A porcelain globule
amid Heaven’s eyes.
A white china platter
on a black velvet wall.
She lulls me to sleep at night,
inspires me with her visage,
a gentle spirit among spirits.
Queen of femininity,
queen of beauty,
inspiring artists, poets,
songwriters and more;
she pours out her magic and
 all of nature, sings of her beauty.

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Bouncing Ball - Mental Hospital 2

A new day, a new exercise, a new function. Yesterday they said I resemble a bouncing ball, today I am, skimming and skipping. All round and affectionately kickable.

Somehow I have always known I am one. After all one doesn't become a ball overnight. It's a slow process. To start with, you pull your knees up, real close to your chest, and you start practicing. The walls however weren't very co-operative. They complained that my form was not completely round, some thing walls hate. A wall doesn't like objects with an edge, that's hurtful, it can bruise.

Therefore, my next mission, was to curve my spine so that my chin touched my breast bone. But still the walls complained, this time telling me that with my flailing twitching arms, I resembled an M&M from the TV commercial. That was a hateful remark, because these things look ridiculously unlike me. My globule-like ball will be the most huggable and innocent ball you've ever seen.

With a little torch I modified my arms in such a way that they neatly folded around myself, and finally I had become the perfectly round form the whole world already knew that I was.

Today I am your bouncing ball. The men in white clothes with their syringes and multi-coloured pills, have said so. The men honour me by kicking me around, and the walls finally stopped complaining. I am ricocheting and rebounding whilst I rejoice.

Everyone is happy now.

***

May 2, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White

allegoryanalogysatireselfnarrative

A Waltz Upon a Leaf

Teetering on a tangent this pearlescent dew drop
Balancing midrib, it is but
A breath away from oblivion's slide, yet
Held in place by Mother Nature’s lace

A globule of life
An ocean full of microbes surfing its globe
Pirouetting with life’s balance it quivers in its emerald valley
Blinding sunrays bleeding colourful apparitions

From this tiny orb, a disco ball
Where butterflies ballet
A Sundance in glitter
A glide to nature’s symphony

A waltz upon a leaf



19 Aug. 2014

allusionbutterflyimaginationmetaphornaturelight verse

Nil By Mouth

Plink. Plink.

Drip...
follows drop,
follows drip,
follows drop.

Plink. Plink.

Resolutely, incessantly,
each precious globule
snakes, languidly, along
labyrinthine tunnel.

Plink. Plink.

Seemingly-innocuous fluid
conveys crucial content
and necessary nourishment:
sole source of sustenance.

Plink. Plink.

Life-affirming droplets
are welcomed, eagerly, into
damaged vessel's system.

Plink. Plink.

Naught but air to pass lips,
"NBM" had been decreed.

Plink. Plink.

Temporarily,
    but indelibly,
        branded.

Plink. Plink.

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8 October 2017

NBM / Nil by Mouth is a medical instruction to prevent patients from consuming any food or water orally, often replaced by intravenous fluids.

Submitted to Julia Ward's "Your Favourite Free Verse Poem From October 2017 or November 2017" contest.
(2nd Place)

Entered in Butterfly Wings' "Could You, Please" contest.
(6th Place)

healthhurtpainsicksolitudefree verse

Orb of the First Dynasty, Queen Merneith,

Scattering spellbound in search of this utopia
Minds-eye in shortfall dissects one's monopoly
Through no choice of own approach it sloppily,
Exude to a position such promised, Ethiopia-

As the diminishing dream on landscapes ensemble  
The probate illusion of Queen of Egypt's daughter
Who proceeds through this escapade of slaughter
And who am I forgiving one or either? I tremble.

Having reached two thousand years without absorb
Of having travelled miles, indeed was bronze;
Such ghastly size these statues, long lost sons
With indications seen through my crystal orb.

Precious filling educated, siphoning the syllable
Retracted.., words of larger scale were of faith
Those who muttered sounding, Queen Merneith,
-Alluring dynasties as Anedjib's was, as a fable-

Engulfed over as subsidiary benefactors cannibal
Over some archaeological find, for at the centre,
No godly size can interpret that this magenta,
Haze of gross sufficient was the alluring spectacle.

Expedient gauge eclipse this as the inferno; 
And making this voyage with the help of a globule, 
Whose crystal awareness has forgotten the rule, 
That language hosts devise quoted, 'quid pro quo'.

historynarrative

How Do I Say

(Subtly,
 
There is that which is
That previously was not,
 
A singular globule speck stemming from the void
Which by pure happenstance crossed into being,
It is almost nothing in its smallness,
 
But in its quiddity, it is everything.
 
Well, obviously it is quite negligible compared to things so easily perceptible -
Those sorts such as politics, or arts, or flood, or food,
       Or even our foolish talk, and laughter, or
            Even that way that you crinkle yourself a sneer
            To try and shrug off the awkwardness of my compliments.
But colossal enough it is in proportion to an entire cosmos of things that never-ever-would,
       I mean, for such a thing to even begin to be,
       And, believe you me, it is,
 
And what would it be to you if you knew that
       At some point in time, those compliments have purposely been quite awkward?
       For you see, it happened
           that there was this thing that previously never was.
 
And still,
 
Despite it being just a small insignificant thing, 
Quite nothing really,
 
How I cannot ignore it,
 
Parce que il y a 
      There is still something
 
Existing even when my eyes are closed in the darkness of night,
It makes all the spaces in between quite massive,
 
For, perhaps, maybe, it is, precisely,
      That I admire you
 
      only a little,
But in its quiddity, clearly,
      it is everything.
 
Ah but how do I put it?
How do I tell you without making you crinkle yet another sneer?
 
Bluntly,)
 
I can't.

introspectionlovemysteryphilosophyfree verse

On Second Foundation Day of D-Mart

In the month of July during whirlpool
A Legacy was born to challenge a fool 
Who in sphere of market did money drool. 
As all feast and dance and sing in yule
Many people like Vipul, Maulik and Sanket rule 
Over minds of customers who remain very cool
In our D-Mart which served as a perfect tool,
Come and join the ever-widening D-Mart Whirlpool.
All - cashier, attendants, owners, sweepers - pull 
Praise, sympathy, good words and have globule.
There are many wicked, old, shrewd ghoul 
Who conspire against you O! D-Mart, My soul!
ACs, clean floor, smiling faces and nature cool ;
Bhaiya, didi, managers, workers, watchmen Spool 
Are the real source of income than other tool, 
Come and join the ever-widening D-Mart whirlpool.
Future is bright of D-Mart with such module,
It also includes good products, service Gruel.
No judge can verdict anything like rice overrule 
Or China food item never finds in its pool;
Clean and healthy food items, fine variety gul
And great discount on many items that ridicule 
Those who conspire despise it for its fame and tool,
Come and join the ever-winding D-Mart whirlpool.

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Getting Caught In a Net On a Motorway

Oh look a tantric tangerine slice is walking in high heels with a melon man. Moody mouldy men make monetary meals. And who can eat a coin with a note anyway? Swilled down with a cup of golden nugget juice? Great isn't it? Wow. It is in every endeavour of a particular partridge that a feather forms a quill. And quills are neither queens, quotes, nor questionable questions. They are in fact a sight that is rarely seen. And a duck bomb dive into a sea is an airbed for the head chef on board an ocean cruise liner. And that is it. Great. No ha no x no z. Transmitters translating tasks taken. And a globule of fat from a loin of salmon in a salon having a great hairdo. Peanut peanut pop pop pop. And a little wafer smiling in an ice cream cup. Globalization

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In the Shadow of Sunlight

In the shadow of sunlight where dreams dance daintily
Forgotten memories flicker and fade into frozen fragments
Slivers of soft light illumine the dappled canopy of leaves
The luminescence of son et lumiere is lavish in its lustre
The phosphorescence of photons creates a phantasmagoria
Scenes of silver silence resurrect sonorous solace
The forest glade flits and flirts with frolicking fading light
Burnished beams of bright sunrays ballet in between birches
In the shade, shafts of sunshine shatter, scatter into sparkling specks
Hazel Helios hovers high up in the heavenly hemisphere
The gigantic globule gleams golden as it gives its greetings to gloaming
Surrounded by surreal saffron setting in the shadow of sunlight

sunsetsunshinesurrealfree verse

The Breath Of Summer: Saturnian I

A stretched gloaming tethers creation in a 
daystar's wake ... askew parts The Old Guitarist 
ebbing lambent stars strung to a yarn of spring ...

'Tis the volley of calendrical crasis 
poised to a youthful Einstein that subtracts from 
the sum and substance whence summer makes a splash ...

The advent of an enchanting star dulls a
chant that the Khanate only stains upon its 
Golden Horde smolders beneath befriending clouds ...

A whiff that slights Aurelius' bearings yet
still trifles a chalk absence to the presence
of cheese that embellishes the languid tracing ...

The shallow space of bards decreed a crowning 
flock of teary favoring san tissues of
lissome verdancy choral ode vibrant charms ...

Worshipped effervescent microscopic dew 
bringing into being just one bell prayers
bearing fruits of promise in globule water ...

Petrichor emanates to a hoverance 
wisp claim as wandering brevity stands still 
amidst a sonder of souls ventured threshold ...

Gold beams glimpsed a bevy coup of a vast crest
as the dripping stalled in evaporating
stares chase a clinked rainbow flaunts with ... creation.

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The Seventh Pie

The seventh pole in a cloud is swaying with the weights in a sky gymnasium. Gymnastics of giant clusters and catacombs catalogued by awesome aerodynamics of the asteroids whose charm outsways the globule passing in a prism. Misbehaving mingling merry men make mangy money mince. And the beam from a seal curve is said to be portraying the act of many a sleeping pork chop and chipolata chapels roar at this in great amusement for to alight the tasks is to tread upon the ground like a table rushing to a station. So be aware then. So be careful then. East beast eyes and a warbling western warrior wearing wellingtons. North now noted nightshift. And. South state stoic. Stoicism of a sudden beam of torchlight held by a two acre frog. And a mystified moon grins at all of this charade. Pleasant pleasing pheasants. Great isn't it? Object to the clap of a cupboard drawer said the dish. Haha the sinks are sinking in the morning dew. With harbours of plates in foam. Haha militia and milk creating carnivorous cows. Xxxx formaldehyde Z Z Z Z
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Midnightmare

The moon's a globule 
Assymetrically-specked
Freckled with moonrocks
Wolves roost and shriek off-tuned hymn-- -
Tufts of fear drip-drop   elsewhere.

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Jewellry

JEWELLRY


beads
of sweat
running down my head
mean I’m alive not
dead

drip 
droplets 
scarlet
ruby
globule
blobs
crimson
red
gems
 
alive
dead I’m not mean
my head down running
beads 
of sweat

I forge ahead

© Kim van Breda—7 December 2015

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Towards

Birth, Time; The World!

I have got a long life with a dog-eared corpse.
Explicit heart has not exposed by the verses of the poems!

In the paralyzed residing I can’t go in front of me,
I can’t return to the back of mine!
I hear the vigilance of existence with the unbelievable truth.

I have been created from the globule of subsistence.
I have enchanted many by self-centeredness!
I couldn’t establish the exemplary of gratitude!
And,
I don’t see by seeing how the fire is created from the green trees!
I don’t understand by understanding what might be as like that skies and earth!
Determination breaks down- 
To be returned to the purity of the ultimate.

How many days will I be like this?
To whom all the rights belonged,
Will I be able to go towards him at any time!

________________________________________________

June 19, 2009
Kallyanpur, Dhaka;
Bangladesh.

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Best Globule Poems

Ulan At Sinag Ng Araw: Pagmumuni Ng Isang Tulirong Isip

Night of Glorious Moonlight

Bouncing Ball - Mental Hospital 2

A Waltz Upon a Leaf

Nil By Mouth

Orb of the First Dynasty, Queen Merneith,

How Do I Say

On Second Foundation Day of D-Mart

Getting Caught In a Net On a Motorway

In the Shadow of Sunlight

The Breath Of Summer: Saturnian I

The Seventh Pie

Midnightmare

Jewellry

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