Best Resuming Poems
We walk, hand in hand, surrounded by green
where breeze through the trees makes color serene.
We stop for a while; you give me a kiss
as sun's mellow yellow radiates bliss.
Resuming our stroll, some flowers we see.
They are the colors of felicity -
A rainbow of hues from bright orange to
rosy and pink, then to purple and blue.
All nature around, those colors of spring,
reflect the sweet love that makes my heart sing.
And beautiful blue is the heaven above -
just one of the many colors of love.
Feeling awkward to ring his own doorbell
Fearing someone else has taken his place
He lingers there, standing on the dark porch
Jealous of the solitary moth buzzing her air,
Walking away briskly, unsure what to say
If she opens the door at this midnight hour,
He retreats hastily, resuming to go nowhere.
Road he knows well, takes him to quiet beach
Where together they inflamed ardent promise
When bouncing tides had sensuous meaning.
Sights on his walk treat him like a stranger
As blooms curl up upon glancing his stare
Dissipating remnants of nocturnal fragrance.
Stars that once twinkled, now look darkened,
Air that refreshed souls now smells misty salt
As silence reigns words yearning for dialogue.
Crushed by saddened raps, he turns around
And there he sees her tracing his lonely path--
Ignoring his open arms, briskly she carries on.
June 3, 2018
Placed first in contest #525 by Brian Strand
Bluebells are a ringin' and springin' up like kites.
Thyme is rustling along, glimpsing at dazzling sights.
Fox tails are a wagin' in the breeze, zig-zagin',
strutting their charisma, to be petted beggin'.
Roses are perfuming, famous scent resuming,
competing with nearby lilac flowers blooming.
Be still, my bleeding heart, absorb these works of art.
Listen to the thistle, performing like Mozart.
Healing beets are thrumming; tulips pressed are humming.
Flower petals tapping together are drumming.
Tune to trillium thrice and heed sound, sage advice.
Lettuce be thankful for song birds-of-paradise.
2-4-2021
" Long be his journey to death! ", someone hollered
as he dragged his feet into the rising dust hotter than sand;
only a defeated and tormented soul would have admitted
looking ahead," Much innocent blood I have shed! "
Gazing sterner than a warrior or merciless king,
he was fearless of what was prophesied by twilight
to him in a temple veiled in crimson and white...
although he claimed his usurped power with a ring.
His palace adorned with ionic, glittering columns
of pure gold stripped off Troy's temples...they were carved by the hands
of slaves, but their phantoms pitifully stared at him begging for their return
to the sun-gilded murals so that they would breath once again.
" Alexander the Great is coming from the North
with a mighty army, even the stones make away
for his conquest as he holds up up his victorious sword...
let him in your city, open the gate and obey! "
A few days passed, then the young conqueror appeared
wearing a shining, silver armor as he gloriously towered
over fortified Athens, the city that later will be conquered by mighty Rome,
and resuming his gallop, he hailed," Long be his journey to death, let him roam! "
In spite of a deep mental sorrow,
her desire for soothing music ~ once moving
a need to resolve, find closure, for her morrow
ending ~ child morning her mothers passing
Mesmerized by her gaze, thinking
a moment in time, when time passed
renewing insights, Moms words, thoughts
visualized ~ rearranged Notes, when pleased,
Resuming, struggling for some long lost tune
suddenly made her cheeks blush,
with smooth rhythm, her song now fine-tune
bow drawn, sounds elusive ~ she wouldn't rush
Blossoming rose ~ her keen ear
gentle, her face filled a pinkish red,
sounds of music ~ finally filled thee air
perhaps heightened her beauty instead
She magically played Oh so soothing,
to one's ear, while slowly, then faster, faster
coming back, so confident, she wept trying
bowing her sweet violin absorbed her
I sat by the fire one dark, stormy night
reading a book which filled me with fright-
My dog was snoozing on the rug by the door,
the cat was meowing and pacing the floor-
The lightning it dazzled as the thunder did crack,
a sudden chill wind had crawled up my back;
I sat up with a start, spilling my cup
which splashed on the dog, waking him up!
He started to barking and chasing the cat,
who jumped on the curtain and tore it in fact-
Now I yelled at them both as I reached for the broom,
bringing silence once more while sweeping the room-
The clock had struck twelve when a knocking I hear,
getting louder and louder as I slowly crept near;
Throwing the latch I peeked out with much care,
greatly surprised, seeing no one out there-
I was very relieved while resuming my book
when a scratch at my window urged me to look-
I peered ever so close at that sinister face,
all green and ferocious, an ogre from space-
The dog stood there laughing and trimming my hair,
and the cat was a'whistling while dancing in air;
I then closed my eyes and started chanting, I think
when a monkey appeared, all portly and pink-
I cried in despair and leapt from my seat,
while a rooster was crowing and pecking my feet;
I readied myself to fly like a rocket,
when a mouse started singing and jumped in my pocket-
I won't tell you no more, I just don't recall
except for a frog, who was fifteen feet tall-
Twas only a dream and I awoke in my bed,
my dog snoring beside me, my cat lickin' my head-
The sights I have seen are no cause for alarm,
I've spent many a year on this haunted old farm!
Storm On The World
The sky on parade the wind has spoken
down below havoc, trees all 'abroken
Guabancex, exhaled and the blast 'acoming
below man and critters both 'arunning
Guatauva in a jealous rage responding
thundering roars and flashes 'alighting
Coatrisquie, not wanting to be humiliated
flooded the torn ground until saturated
Marohu woke and saw the greatest devastation
Swore he- to gift man and Nature restoration
Calmed the sky and wind with explanation
With forceful words he reminded each his station
Depart for now as Yaya sets about creating
And rewards Mother Nature for her waiting
God of thunder sent away all 'afuming
As life on earth began its resuming.
R.J. Lindley
Jan, 1980
Notes- I will primarily be presenting my old poems from my private journals for a while. Health problems limiting me quite a bit as of now.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Native_American_deities
Dohkwibuhch - creator
Taíno mythology
1.Guabancex, the top Storm Goddess; the Lady of the Winds who also deals
out earthquakes and other such disasters of nature.
2.Guatauva, the god of thunder and lightening who is also responsible for
rallying the other storm gods.
3.Coatrisquie, the torrential downpour Goddess, the terrible Taíno storm
servant of Guabancex and side-kick of thunder God Guatauva.
4.Yaya (god), supreme God/Great Spirit in Taíno mythology.
Marohu, the sunny God of good weather; Boinayel's twin brother.
In utter exhaustion, the streetlamps bow their heads
As rats and bats below head to their beds.
The grill in the street exhales a plume, a sigh;
As the streetlights flicker and die,
One by one, in a row, with limp heads,
Soon to show -
A reflection of sun, an orange crown,
As the city sheds its old night gown
Of smog and of mist swept deftly away,
By a morning breeze, and parked trees sway
To the rhythm of life, the resuming of flow,
The horn-hooted strife soon to grow
From the rumble of streets, like carpeted rooms
As brighter light dispels the remnants of glooms
They climbed
resuming the mongrel form,
The twelve.
A catcalling mob
burdened by sympathetic stimulants,
Procured from the neck.
Yippering yowls
break from a youth,
Torn from thick, incongruous lips.
As a pack
they leap onto the quivering metal,
Slender paws slapping on ice.
Ice all round;
leering...over bearing... ungracious ice
To aid their whimpering might.
Start
I’m sure you’ve heard his name before
From stories of knights in days of yore
Born in village La Mancha in Spain
Was enthralled of knights, he chose to feign
After resurrection, to America he came
In search of adventures and fame
As legend goes, every knight must have a lady- love
To bestow his “victories” to her as it behoove
He chose Princess Melania as the apple of his eye
And began his quest with her name as the battle-cry
He persuaded a ‘Sancho’ to be his faithful squire
With promise of an island to govern as his gift to aspire
Obsessed by the chivalrous deeds of knights he read
He decided to ride a horse which was almost dead
In search of the helpless to defend and the wicked to punish
He began his knighthood with a resolve to fight to the finish
He soon discovered that times have changed
There weren’t any country sides where Kings reigned
Nor castles to conquer or giants to attack
His weird armor and battle cries only drew flak
Nevertheless, he charged at a parked garbage truck
Struck it with his lance using all his pluck
Construing it to be an enemy out to destroy him
But, he fell to the ground with a broken limb
Bruised and battered, Sancho helped him up
Took him to a hospital for a thorough checkup
The doctors patched him up and examined his head
Found its content deficient, but permitted him to go ahead
Resuming his journey he saw a kitten hidden in a bush
“Let’s grope for the pussy,” he yelled at his horse with a push
The horse galloped fast but stumbled as it fell
The kitten got panicky and fled like hell
It’s enough for the day, felt the Don and returned to his lady love
He took a ‘selfie’ with her sitting on the statue of a dove
He knelt before her and said, “Here are my trophies for you”
Presented the broken lance and smashed helmet, before bidding her adieu.
End
settlement without place;
time without wait;
the stillness of life
in the deep eruptious wild
with a world of thought
arranging on in rioted lights
that swim in the depths of her mouth
contented conceptions
splurging themselves round
and out of their bounds
in the filling of absence
willing to hand things over
my fascination found me
captured
and now somehow restored
motionless to motion
led the location of warmth
patient persistence
my explorations taking form;
to uncover the inflated vibrations
of resuming sense
in every second she talks
Armed with abundance, infinity dictates
Charmed by assurance of blossoming supply
Fruitful hands encircle orchard's offering
Boughs bestow nourishment ripe flesh provides
Harrowing hunt, road collides with horizon
Narrowing options ominously herald hardship
Frantic hands grab due to doomsday prediction
Equity halted by maneuvers of manic narcisists
Swarmed in hysteria, sugarladen bounty dissolves
Adorned in disproportionate, diplomacy plunges
Acres of empty hurl dust in despondent swirls
Haze of delerium hides awareness of repugnant
Wallowing tune laments removal of drumbeat reliance
Violin's climbing petition infultrates silent confinement
Fist clenched hands maintain mantra of social distance
Banned comrade closeness hardens as poured cement
Contagion inflicts during quarantined two weeks
Sensation sells subscription to scare's scripture
Relegated ill recovery seldom quoted in statistics
Proclaimed isolation presents a lopsided picture
Miniscule channels travel disease, tattered moth
Musical tempo tangible greets society post virus
Makers of policy release kite string gradually
Infliction's ticket is onward immunity acquired
Strategy of sequential exposure fraught yet nessesary
Accurately extracted cure promptly recognised
Flourish of hands amassed tune an instrument of trust
Resuming rhythem surges communion revitalised
In the Marvel comic, the unique character,
represented by myriad of persona of superhero Mark Spector,
an American mercenary who turns into Moon Knight,
the avatar of the Egyptian moon God, Khonshu.
When the earth is threatened by the destructive forces,
Khonshu makes Mark to wake up in his grave,
and get the mental message of being assigned the task
by resuming life for the duty as the defender of the moon.
For the protection of the endangered earth,
Khonshu transmits his power to Moon Knight,
who enhances the fighting dexterity and mental might
by acquiring the potent strength of the Iron Fist.
After the statue of Khonshu seems to have exploded,
the force brings Mark back to life through resurrection.
He suffers from delusive dissociative identity disorder,
and finds the statue getting fully repaired and reinstalled.
Khonshu pleads for the safety of Moon Knight’s life
when he is about to be killed by Daredevil,
who ultimately agrees to set him free,
for he finds him transformed into the moon God.
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March, 23, 2023
Contest : Marvel Superheroes Supervillains and Superanimals
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
English sonnet
I ponder him who pledged to me his troth.
Our marriage came to shreds with pressure wrought.
He saved each tangled ravel, wove new cloth,
resuming our design with errors naught.
Haphazard doubts occurred which caused some snarls
of jealous hate which anger loves to knot.
Distrust released, his flag of truce unfurls
his calculated plan of love's own plot
Sometimes our banner's hem still comes unloosed
though aging thoughts begrudge, repair we'll find.
Disease destroys and bodies come to roost.
Ere sleep descends, what happens to the mind?
His word has shielded ev'ry other plight.
I have no doubt our God will span that night.
December 4, 2016
contest: Best Friend Sonnet
hostess: Regina Riddle
Glissandra spins gossamer nets
Of sticky white webbing that gets
Her all the captives she needs:
Her spider-string oozes like sap,
The unicorns step in her trap—
Soon they will serve as her steeds.
Glissandra rides out from her lair,
The wind singing tunes in her hair,
Unicorn under her thighs;
With spider-web stirrups and reins,
Glissandra rides hillside and plains
Under the thunder-split skies.
She gallops the high road to town,
But gates in the walls clatter down,
Sentries with crossbows appear—
“Turn back, pretty rider, turn back”
The sentinel cries through the black:
Darts whistle close to her ear.
Glissandra returns to her nest,
Resuming what she knows the best,
Weaving her webs—her life’s chore!
But sometimes she pines for the life
Of being some villager’s wife—
No one wants her—as before!