Best Merging Poems
Sunset dissolving,
Into the tranquil waters;
Fluxing horizon.
We are merging and surging, and rapidly purging.
A rich man is buying our company, and he is bringing us backers, and hackers,
Best of all a stash of great cold, hard, green cash.
We are throwing out desks, and we are throwing out chairs.
Some out the window, others down the back stairs.
The money is coming; it will be here by Tuesday.
In the form of a suit, and a man with a new play.
We are merging and surging and rapidly purging.
Millions you say? No, I think more. His name is Matthew McMooters.
Billions perhaps. We will have new computers.
See that old desk? Come help me push.
It will burn up so quick, with a wonderful swoosh.
Did I forget to tell you Old Pat has built a pyre on the twenty-fourth floor?
There are forty employees up there already,
With Tom, Harry, Ann and Freddy.
We are merging and surging and rapidly purging.
Follow me Nick. Follow me Nate.
Let’s go up in the elevator, bring your Mac Eight.
We’ll throw this picture in, this plant, this plate.
The rich guy will be here Tuesday.
With his money hard and smooth.
Come on folks, let’s decide our next move.
The day smelled of light living
Of loud laughs and hearty hugs
The day shined with the rays of a ferocious sun
And seemed to shout at me to get out of my cocoon
And draw its beauty on a painting
Such a one which would remain etched
On souls' admiring glances for eons on end!
I thus walked out of my one room apartment
With my materials and faced the glares of people
A woman claiming to be an artist is still unheard of
Still I sat in a corner of the bus station
There where I knew everyone would see me
And started painting!
I painted myself, as I saw me and not
As the rest of the world did
Pray, I painted myself seated on swing
In an orchard, an orchard laden with juicy fruits
And blossoming flowers
I sat and relished the upward flow of the swing
While the white lilies scattered everywhere
Turned gradually dark red
Pray, I propelled myself up to the skies
But, left, a part of me in the flowers
The white lilies shall be me
While being for the rest an unexplained mystery!
The Unexplained Mystery
Dark wings bridge dawn's space
To clutter skies in dream's light
Faith and flight embrace
Three days ago, my ophthalmologist performed my first cataract operation,
All went well I must say,
But I am seeing double today,
So please everybody who I have answered with persistent determination,
Excuse my typing, incorrect spelling and my intense unrelenting frustration.
Evening merging Night
Touching my birthplace,
River Holy Ganges flows in delight.
After sunset, me standing on stream strand
watching tranquil twilight
and evening merging night.
Before fading, depressed diffused rays
infusing vermilion on pellucid sky.
Parrots perched on nests.
Framing flowery garland, egrets flying by.
My forgotten love whispers to sigh.
07/07/22
First place
A Brian Strand Premier Choice
Contest by Brian Strand
I am just a man
working an unused imagination
into a trampled frenzy.
While you, a fellow sufferer,
on your own road
have chosen to drop in.
We'll visit relics and museums.
Places where we played together
when we were boys.
Some people say
that men never grow up.
Well O.K., we'll
remain boys and play
the same games again.
May God guide us
in glorious transition
as we merge our
independent words
into one coherent sentence.
Stormy weather
that will soon pass
and be as if
it had never started at all.
Let's pull our
pants down
and
pee our names
into the muddy snow.
Merging the trinity
By: Erastus “Popyeny” Shipuleni
@December 2020
Not always do I get what I want,
Neither does my request materialise as requested,
Nor desire implemented as desired.
Do I know why these occur?
Cause of denial,
Over power by pride &
Refusal for admission.
Road to fruitful life.
Admit the creator,
Merge the trinity, (Mind, soul & body),
Self-acceptance, forgiveness & release.
Be present & act.
Accept & be as created.
Manage within my reach.
Be still my love, come lay with me awhile
Let me shelter you away from the world tonight
Be quite my love, let's just take in the sounds our hearts make
As our chests rise and fall with every breath we take
Let our bodies embrace, two souls becoming one
It is natural instinct, they already know what to do
Let's get lost in the passion our love making ignites
It's smoldering embers that call us tonight
Let us two become one merging sensually
For in my arms is where you fit perfectly
To feed off rain
Then live on pearls again.
Silent echoes melting,
Whispered lips releasing
Music’s primal song.
Silence.
Punching holes within
The fabric of our lives.
Transparent skin,
Translucent words.
Nova Stars,
Like we,
Explode with Love.
The Ball fell into 2020-
One single drop ending New Year’s celebration
Masses of people gathered together
Was this the last time?
It was Winter – a mild one
That began to run into Spring
Without anyone knowing
The COVID-19 virus came quickly all over the world
People very ill; people dying
Limited amount of supplies
Nurses, doctors give and give
Many could give no further;
Government askew
As to what to do;
New terms became "go to" words:
Masks, "social distancing six feet apart,
Lockdowns, Quarantines"
Lives murdered, Anger with police,
Protests and Riots in cities,
Much civil unrest in our beloved U.S.A.
Black Lives Matter became the theme-
Social injustices do exist;
The virus increased taking us into Summer
Will life ever be the same?
Suddenly, January became August with the continuation-
Churches not meeting in their lovely buildings
Due to contagious aspect of the deadly virus,
The Gospel continued to be shared
"Nearer my God to Thee".
Businesses closed – trying to reopen,
Some closed forever –
Restaurants limited capacity,
Elderly isolated – increased separation
Our beautiful world changed overnight;
Will schools start? Will sports play?
Suddenly, the youth are spreading the virus
Instead of the elders as the number of cases increase.
At play are colleges, elementary and high schools
How to teach; where to teach;
Salaries versus no salary--
On and on until now they are talking about Fall,
The weather feels like “September”
And we haven’t lived out February yet;
Be kind, give love, have food delivered.
Trust God. He is the one constant
Yesterday, today and forever
Time to help one another in America,
Help the widows and orphans
Contain the virus - do your part;
Soon it will be December
and a wonderful
Family Christmas,
I pray it may be so--
Before the ball drops again.
-e. pearl anderson
I saw...
An Ant hurried away carrying a loaf of bread for winter
A stray dog digging the mud to hide left over piece of bone to eat later
A grandmother soaking under the sun anticipating her final days
A widow toiling to meet her children's needs
I also saw...
A hen protecting her chicks under her wings
A cat patiently targeting her prey
A monkey nursing her baby with pride
The Spider tries spinning it's web over and over
However, until i saw....
I relentlessly wrestle over my shattered dreams
Beat my chest and race my thoughts
The nightmares that stay longer than summon
They say I dance to mourn, I sing to mock
Nothing good comes from the trees I planted
But after I saw...
I perceive my life, a little better, a little shinier
I am no holier than thou yet mightier than yesterday
Unapologetically advancing, knowing pain is unbiased
Grief exempts none
Therefore, i'm schooling
Merging adversity with Strength
And looking forward for triumph unfold.
On the paths of destiny, merging in the eternal labyrinth, our steps carry us forth,
the vagabond and the artist seek their wings in the flight of an unforgiving dream's worth.
The soul, an ocean of desires and doubts, seeks a firm rock amidst the storm's embrace,
in the sea of uncertainties, where light and shadow entwine their lace.
Oh, how the sun kisses the storm in their secret dance, like a hidden tale untold,
each glass of sweet wine brings memories from dreams that never unfold.
Fantasies, golden rays, pierce the darkened mind like a siren's song,
calling us to dance on the edge of the abyss, where every step feels so wrong.
Embrace the mud and gold, the child's laughter and the silence of looming death,
the masks of theater and our souls merge in light, like the sea’s gentle breath.
Say "yes" to all that comes, open your arms to the full spectrum of life’s embrace,
don't flee from the mud that kisses your feet, there blooms the morning's grace.
The pain that tears your heart, like a rose with thorns, births true love within,
he who accepts his being, with all its hues, lives with peace deep in his skin.
Light and darkness, laughter and tears, a fragile, magical balance on life's stage,
here, where we embrace all that embraces us, we dance in the circle of age.
The merging
Presence that propels light,
enables love to graze
in pastures of delight,
renewing throb of bliss
thus, every day and night.
Presence that propels light,
master of space and time,
manifests a dream world,
to feel it’s own bliss chime,
as flag of love’s unfurled.
Presence that propels light,
beyond all opposites,
breathes in each electron,
seen as ripples in space,
welcoming each newborn.
Presence that propels light,
pours Itself into us,
joyous feeling heart’s surge,
becoming as He,
the day soul and God merge.
08-June-2022
head-heart agree
God’s light seeing
thus being free
16-March-2022