Best Immersion Poems
Japan autumn
east forest gold portrait
spicy ramen
Teaching by Immersion
(A poem for my dad…)
When I was young
On the tiny island of Tonga
My dad taught me to swim
“Swim”
He said as he threw me
From the back of the boat
As the water closed
Over my head
I felt
Free
I wasn’t afraid
I knew I could hold my breath
until someone above panicked
and
my dad would crash
into the water and lift me into the sun
I don’t remember ever
Being taught how to swim
I simply remember waiting
Calmly
In the blue green blur
For my dad
And
The sun…
Imagine, if you can my dear, my body is
Like water that surrounds you, gentle in the morning
As you rise to consciousness' surface
And take your first breath of the new day,
For I (who always try to wake before you)
Am that living water that now holds your sleeping form
And listens to the language of sleep's rumbles
That cat-like, purr your pleasure to my touch,
Telegraph the peace you're feeling,
As my arms, my legs, and shape insinuate
Their way into your very dreams,
Adjusting to your slightest movement,
Mutual comfort moment's bliss.
Like liquid love, that fuels my being,
I feel my soul immersed in serving
Broad strokes that your dreams are painting,
The wholeness of the life you wake to,
The lover that you trust is real.
I have become silky cocoon
Your undomesticated pupa spun
In service to your chrysalis,
Am not myself at all at last,
But servant to your adult form,
Proud husband of your winged flight.
Brian Johnston
April 11, 2016
Immersion Van Gogh
His paintings are alive
I am loving this exhibit
A virtual tour but marvelous
I think of the real Van Gogh
and how amazed he would be
at how many of us
recognize his works
The day the thoughts dashed the ground,
Rowing ambitions produced no sound.
Where emotions paralysed
Only tears but had dried.
Everything had come to an end,
The tragedy could not be mend.
Lost!lost!lost!
Everything is lost!
Nothing more left,
With my unfortunate pathetic fate.
I have lost my child,
In the mouth of the ancient wild
I have lost my parents
The sky above forlorn and the ground snatched
I have lost my life's partner
Who loved, understood and compromised and was my supporter.
Seeping wounds of darkness dawned at the rise of the day,
Where in agony, anguish, misery and melancholy they lay.
Never will they come back.
From the path they had come, they have gone back.
None can wipe their everlasting tears
None can bring them solace from tears.
Slip all batty zing ump ash
Flip ball catty bing bump bash
Clip doll fatty ding dump dash
Sip caul hatty bring chump crash
I stare at the speaker, wishing I knew what to do or say
Hip haul natty ping grump hash
Quip mall ratty ping grump rash
Strip paul slatty string stump slash
I hear the words but they make no sense
For I do not know the language or understand
My parents threw me into full immersion school
Where I do not speak the language in any form...
I do not understand, and I doubt I ever will.
strawberries in cream
basking in the gold sunshine
a deep diving duck
into tall green grass
a crowded garden's fragrance
caught out in the rain
the blackness of night
twinkling stars surrounding all
the world lost in time
The lark ascending on
an afternoon fawn--
sweet autumn Reverie
Gardenia candle
Gold flickers on bath waters
Hypnotic,sweet peace
5/7/2023
Verse by verse i poured into you
Sing me with your lips,in a voice full throated
Dancing and whirling,all i know
What else could be in love?
Drop by Drop i immersed in you
Seedling of love will certainly sprout
Spring is almost over
and the love is well rooted
How can i die in penury?
In smokes i roam
and with ashes i settle
i am fascinated with my opulent lifestyle
Feel the bliss of first summer rain
and sink with me in ephimeral pleasures
i am lost in your euphony
Death is not my end
and my verses will be hard to forget
My Coffin will be forever white
who else could be such immortal?
Dated:26/July/2021
It seems like there’s almost been
a total immersion…
Of so many people engaging in perversion!
Many are “sin’s slave.” And don’t know what to do!
Be careful! It could happen to me and you!
Just turn on the television! And you will find…
People with very warped and confused minds!
All you have to do is read Romans chapter one.
And you’ll see the “moral fabric”
is being undone!
In this passage it makes it so very clear…
The wrath of God against evil is very near!
The wrath of God is revealed against unrighteousness!
He’s a God of truth! And demands holiness!
No matter how many laws may say it’s “o.k.”
We need to really read
what God’s word has to say!
God is here and he really wants to teach us…
No matter our sin… He can always reach us!
The wages of sin is death…
But God gives life everlasting!
A victorious life in Christ…
Is yours for the asking!
Why not serve the God who created
the heavens above?
And be filled with his peace,
mercy and love???
By Jim Pemberton
Where was love
in a dewdrop and rose
when your lips went dry.
The salt now speaks
of vacant eyes of a
covered nude.
Untitled my song. I
leave at your steps
for a waterfall.
Satish Verma
At the speed of light on a carousel of death
The soul escapes the flesh.
Into an immersion filled with light, love, and loved ones.
Souls are gifted wings, becoming angelic beings.
Every jagged mystery smoothed to gilded revelation.
Every barb of confusion transforms into a garden of truth...
Needs of the flesh give way to the purpose of angels.
Left behind are the wails within a black pit of grief.
Angels silently arrive with the balm of time and empathy.
Signs subtly appear:
A cardinal in the brush.
A misty familiar face in the mirror.
Lightly minted hints of the afterlife.
A gentle light in the corner of the night.
A wispy flush on the cheek or in the mind.
The wave from a silver leaf, when all others are fast asleep.
The sooth of a sweet dream leading into a sweeter memory.
Every second the timepiece speaks of transition.
Living is a chain of moments, bending into a circle of eternity.
In the afterlife, we shall all meet up again.
Staying immersed in
The story..
A story of immersion
And the seeming
Wish to escape the
Story..which is
Impossible because
The wish and attempts
Are the story too..
It's all story
But somehow the
Empty nature of the
Story may be sensed
Which can seem
As a bit
Of heaven on earth..!
The fog lay muffling the greenery gray.
Weighing down the atmosphere, sentient sorrowing,
with the benevolent masking intent
of Gaia’s heart.
Dampening, the forceful sound;
the torrent of the Mothers tears;
battering only the granite walls of her womb.
The indistinct tone hid a multiplicity of sin
both visual and auditory, keening.
The cloak covered a miasma
of valley-trapped pollution,
engulfing the optical plane;
creating a haven of rampant peacefulness.
Life immersed in the cleansing, the sorrow, the joy
of the universal gift bows in adulation
of the effluent and affluent beauty
absorbing the storms C tonal ring.