Best In Due Course Poems
hanging from the foliage
in your hundreds
repainting the leaves
in bright shades
of black and orange
with your waterproof
gossamer wings
of four inch span
so fragile and
yet so strong
enabling you
to journey south
across america
from canada to mexico
breeding new generations
as you travel
thousands of miles
with unerring accuracy
to the exact place
of your birth
to breed
a new generation
that will initiate
the process for
the return journey
to the north
in due course
you are indeed
the monarch
of butterflies
Thank you for your friend request.
Poem For my Poet friend Joyce Johnson.
MY WARM BEST WISHES FOR 4TH JULY TO ALL MY AMERICAN FRIENDS.
Dear Friend Joyce
I am unable to write back to you
Or even to send you a message
Due to technical reasons
I am sure
You would understand
Why.
I may leave that platform
In due course of time
Whatever big and famous it may be
Where freedom of writer
is controlled and crushed
Without any reasons and grounds
by the selfish interests of
The new rulers of internet and
By its prejudiced guards.
In my long associations
With my PS friends and even other friends
I have never used any language or
even words against any person, country, religions or
friend both male and female,
so it would not be a loss to me
Rather I would have more time
for my Musical Yoga, Paintings, Song writing and
Singing etc and other things.
With best wishes for you and
your good health and
Best wishes for all my poetry soup friends.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 3rd july 2021
with you i find myself in a state of flux
from happy to sad to confused and confounded
in due course an end will eventually come
but now, i wait indebt, out of control
under your control, lost inside my head
and you with your features, promises
no out right refusal, you thread me through
and when i'm away from you i write poetry
such as you have never seen
that can never be felt by princess or queen
who have never felt the depth of my being
but to you i assign this power so sacred
that you have my heart, mind and soul
it's true what they say; i'd quit if i could.
but then, how would be the love i wish for me
awakes, striding seamlessly towards the
trajectory of daybreak. Abed, passionately
attended by orectic thoughts; of whom
early on was created from man’s thoracic cage.
~Envisages;~
Without the least trace of compunction; exfoliating the
Saccharine damped canal with the tongue. Combined oils
and aroma lingers on the lips. Though the stiffened, unbridled,
solid thick muscle would supersede the tongue as the
warm tightened canal adjusts to its width inextricably.
~Pausing~
Waterfalls pouring profusely
Eyes trudge backwards
to that of yesterday
Fingers ascendant
to the nearest limb.
Digits of the foot holding forth
discourse with the sun.
~Orgasms~
Simultaneously
In due course.
Garnished bed linens
Accompanied by
Whitish fluid
~P-H-A-N-T-A-S-M-A-G-O-R-I-A~
"1st Pace Winner"
Contest Name: Best Descriptive Poem
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
I recall it was just the other day
Featured in the daily for which we pay
Your blown-up photo splashed across
The front page for all to gloss
Your background and your virtues extolled
For your wedding bells were soon to toll
With a king-in-waiting as the groom
You would wilt or you would bloom
For marriage makes or marriage breaks
And happiness, it gives or takes.
Demure and with dimpled smile
With an innocent heart, free of guile
The press was exuberant, so were we
You were the most charming in the royal family.
Welcomed all across the globe
The royal couple widely roved
Ambassadors of all things good
Displaying virtues like royalty would
You touched hearts wherever you went
Concern and compassion were your strength.
You were blessed in due course
With two sons that God had chose
Then differences with the prince surfaced
And you lost face, where you once graced
And while your marriage began to flounder
Your man, the prince continued to blunder
On the treacherous rocks of marital infidelity
You were shattered – your happiness was the casualty.
You decided to go your separate ways
Those were also the wishes of the palace
The trauma of separation was sheer hell
The ways of royalty were beginning to tell.
Now, hordes of newsmen invaded your privacy
In your land and beyond, you became a refugee
The air was also rife with rumours
Of liaisons and friendships and misdemeanours
Your saddest day though, was the divorce
Of you, whose touch was like the kiss of a rose.
And alone, sweet Princess, you forged along
Your grace, in adversity, inspired many a song
Of worthy causes, you were still a crusader
And you remained ever, a loving mother.
It is said, you had found love at last
And the leech like lensmen went wild with thirst
For photos which augment tabloid sales
They chased you in cars and astride motorcycles.
For you, a Parisian tunnel was the end of the road
You didn’t reap in life, what you had sowed
And while your life ebbed within the wreck
The paparazzi zoomed in, to make hay off the break
Your blood-spattered close-ups drove them to frenzy
As you lay helpless, unattended and in agony.
And later in the night, mercifully all was darkness
The world woke to a tragedy caused by sheer madness
There is going to be a jump,
the only one that could thump-
in this room of bloom...
What are you doing sitting when you could be a standing ox?
Are they out on patrol as you wann the metal into your soul?
Dive deeply hard Sims-
they made you corrupt,
these are dignities we divide,
they had no name before you arrived-
more cola now,
less socially sane,
yes please ignite the flame,
I said I loved you-
but in due course you became scarce,
the lizards re-arrived to show demise,
every ape was lionized,
I compounded the pedals lady,
they spun in pride,
I evoked medals baby,
I'm sorry they arrived.
You are an erudite in disguise
dawn to dusk I dive in your blue eyes
You inspire even the legends
Breaking the rules of the established trends
Carving a niche, With your poetic weave
I fall for your truism, the intense criticism
Cannot conceal your Talent; for you are the gifted one
In due course of time all platonic art will fade away
The charm in your poetry would rise beyond the horizon of perfection !
Years , decades and the centuries will sing of your glory
human life is uncertain but your verses shall be chanted by rivers and mountains
I shall sleep with your immortal soul but Will you think of my soul ?
Your ardent love for me is a blessing in disguise
sweet glistening love I see in your eyes
deep in my heart there is a secret
shall I open before you those rivulets?
streaming out of inner cycles of mind...
would you listen to those four walls
and would you be kind?
I have not grown in years
yet I have lived in fears.
I wish to build those beautiful faith
on your caring shoulders ..
A woman who cares for your heart
and hardly for your wealth...
this enigmatic dream has a serious goal
to create those little poets and little souls
we are united by a powerful force
unbreakable and tireless in due course...
..the harbinger of our relationship
if the world doesnt care too much
think of a woman who knows you
with due course of time
i will grow within you...
copyright 2011 by Smriti Jha
For the most beautiful Heart...!
Der Zapfhahn has several meanings in the German language:
The Spigot, The Nozzle, The Tap, The Faucet, The Hose.
Without its definite article, the noun “Zapfhahn” is also the name
of a local pub in a small historic German town with discernible
vestiges of the Roman Empire near Braunschweig.
My earliest experience in this rather colorful establishment dates
back to 1990 during the period of the German reunification.
Zapfhahn is the place to go to imbibe alcohol of all variations,
and to have intellectual discussions (sometimes),
and to dodge errant beer bottles speeding through the air (occasionally),
and to sing songs (mostly in German) apropos to the crowd gathered.
Zapfhahn is the place to go to solve the problems of the world
or at least attempt to do this fruitless adventure.
Zapfhahn, with its medium and influence of alcohol,
is the place to:
adjust your attitude,
fall in love,
fall out of love,
get drunk,
find redemption (depending on your religion),
or just have a good time.
With fun had by all,
and with the night quite late,
I cannot wait to so indulge myself again.
And so, Zapfhahn with your mythic and alchemic
connections to the spirits of the night,
I surrender my soul in due course
so that I might see it resurrected
in its splendid glory.
I can only pray
and hope so.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(August 29, 2014)
An Overview
When Villonia Beebe was a baby of three
She got it in her head to trim the Christmas tree.
She lit all the pretty candles,
Tossed the matchstick away,
Sister, brother, dad, and mother
Never saw Christmas Day.
Nine years went by, she bloomed, and when Villonia was twelve,
She got a yen for French and Greek and so decided to delve.
When her language teachers asked her
What she wanted to do,
Villonia taught those profs some things
The French and Greeks never knew.
She played the field with lots of guys but at age thirty-two
She thought to get herself a steady man was what she should do.
She tried out Toms, and Dicks, and Harrys,
And then settled, in due course,
For a handsome hunk named Homer
Whose nickname was "Horse".
They lived as wife and husband then for sixty-four years,
A life of trials and tribulations, lots of laughter, lots of tears.
Homer made and sold corn "likker"
From a still up in the hills,
And Vee would sometimes turn a trick or two
To help pay the bills.
The lovebirds made their minds up when they turned ninety-five
That they would live to be the oldest couple alive,
But time and sex and "likker"
Tend to play funny tricks,
Hunky Homer kicked the bucket
At a neat ninety-six.
Villonia is alone again like when she was three.
She's outlived most of her friends and family.
As she sits, and sips, and waits her turn,
One reflection seems to calm her,
When she's found she'll be so full of 'shine,
They won't bother to embalm her.
Countless falling of leaves bit by bit,
Out of my window I stare everyday.
Memories of my home haunts me,
In the lonely hours of the day.
Nevertheless I console my soul,
Gonna meet everyone soon.
Bewildered and puzzled,
After all its been ages.
Counting days and nights,
Knowing that my home is sheer fine.
Home where my soul lies,
Often in my dream I cherish,
Me, the most happiest I suppose,
Entering my home in due course.
Date of submission: 12/04/2021
While a sovereign prince
I visited a sovereign state
Whose name shall remain
For the time being a secret
I hoped to find a sovereign cure
For a malady that had afflicted
My paramount sovereign ruler
And hampered his dutiful reign
Need I remind you that I, myself,
Was a royal blooded offspring
Of a sovereign lord? Or that I
Was on a royal mission abroad?
Nonetheless, and that notwithstanding
I traveled abroad on this secret mission
To find this most rare sovereign remedy
Of an even rarer sovereign contempt
The doctor (or to be frank witchdoctor)
Whose sovereign virtue was sovereignty
Had been accorded a rare sovereign right
To explore these rare sovereign remedies
His sovereign- whom he called president-
Was not as preeminent as my sovereign
As you will in due course come to learn
He was of a much lesser breed, I guess
But his people- also of a lesser breed,
Had given him what he called a mandate
Not sovereign power like my monarch
But he was very proud of that mandate
If he had been a Czar, or Emperor or King
I might have reciprocated with a noble bow,
But that is reserved for an indisputable chief
Or heads of powers like the United States
This one had the supreme remedy that I needed
That my sovereign had ordered me to procure
So I bowed quickly, a shorter version, anyway
And then rose again to my full padded height
Upon which I was handed several magic portions
Several thousand carats of gold, diamond, rubies
Several thousand acres of land for my experiments
And several virgins to cure my sovereign’s ailments!
He found the road long and lonely.
From this seemingly endless trek to monotony,
He wished to enter a world, luminous and exciting;
A world spun in iridescent colors and shades.
He ventured to experiment with life
And in due course slipped into psychedelic pleasures.
As curls of cigarette smoke
Were expelled out from his nostrils
He floated on waves of psychedelic delight.
A buzzing sensation swept across all his nerves.
Overstepping the margins of reason
He slipped into a state of altered reality
Euphoria pulsed through his body from head to foot
Got transported into a fantasy world.
He savored the explosions of joy bubbles
And indulged in strange sensory delights.
The hippie culture cast a magic spell in him.
Fell in love with the insidious drug LSD
And often retreated into an illusory paradise,
With nothing tormenting his body or mind,
Reveling in the bliss of its comforting warmth.
The drug became part of his daily routine.
He experienced moments so surreal
Felt flying, floating and soaring in ether.
Living hallucinogenic, he didn’t know
How to keep himself sane or become light headed,
Without a hit of heroin or cocaine.
He was getting addicted to it day by day.
But the drug was slowly proving chaotic.
The pleasant short term therapeutic outcome of the drug
Was overshadowed by many of its tormenting effects
Exposed to irritability, fatigue, spasms and tremors,
He was becoming a menace to himself and others.
Relying on the drug always to fend off his affliction,
He was like an insect trapped in a web
And a hungry arachnid spinning shackles around him.
Thus, from psychedelic pleasures,
He moved into psychedelic trauma.
For those who liberate the caged bird,
They also liberate themselves.
Individuals who instigate conflict for,
Monetary benefits will ultimately undergo reformation in due course.
History often repeats itself many times,
Yet some individuals fail to heed their warnings.
The Great Wall of China, was damaged by workers
As they were trying to make shortcuts to get to the other side.
The Trojan Horse was constructed with strategic thinking.
Similarly, the Berlin Wall was built as a barrier.
Today marks a competitive phase between
Temu and Shein are notable entities in the clothing industry.
It remains to be seen if they will address the challenges and opportunities within the sector effectively.
The term "Tariff" has become familiar to me over the past few months.
Shall we worry about them; shall we give in? shall we seek solutions?
Only divine wisdom can guide us during challenging times.
For those who liberate the caged bird,
They also liberate themselves.
The Doubter Me?
by Terry Cooper
The Doubter Me?
Here stands one who doubts!
Even though I know the goodness of man,
and of course the other side of humanity.
Though I somehow know God is there for me,
I am never-the-less driven to question a future……
I believe beyond the screen of smoke and mirrors,
there is a heaven we will all share-in eventually.
Tis just that approaching hurdle of indistinction….
Receding, approaching, receding once again….
Teasing us into submission, preparing our way.
I sometimes struggle physically, fighting for breath…
When feeling close to something final, mind reaching
out for a shred, a glimmer of a well-trodden pathway…
Perhaps a hand, a light at the end of a tunnel…
Not yet eh Lord? I smile and patiently resolve to recover.
After a while, warm and comfortable in bed, I reflect
on my apparent frailty of mind, “not so” I reiterate.
It is the darned calls upon my sense of belief…
There is a weakness there after all! That is news to me!
The weakness is temporary, and will be dashed in due course!
Sent from Mail for Windows 10
by Terry Cooper
My spell check has trouble with indistinction….