Best Submersion Poems
While rambling like a vagabond in a seraphic poetic submersion, in a remote region, witnessed the most captivated sight ever,
a sleeping valley rippled in wild blooms, as sparkling in mystical celestial beam, in the mesas of the clouds, the Dzukou Valley,
a remote dale at the border of Nagaland and Manipur,
in the untrodden tableland of India's Northeast!
The picturesque landscape was ringing with the
once in a lifetime scene of emerald shades of hillocks
paving the way for azure mountaintops,
luminous flowers waving in the winds amongst the tall grasses!
The vale was tweeting and twirling amidst the virgin vegetations enriched with the spectacular sights of verdant forests,
exquisite flora and fauna,
serpentine streams, myriads of panoramic pink
and white wild blooms that dot
the vast caldera of the valley and its' verdant meadows,
alongside the meandering rivers of Dzukou and Japfu,
appeared as the absolute paragon of serenity and tranquility!
Surrounded by the whispering platonic hills,
with numerous colorful flying creatures,
the valley seemed as smuggled over
the dewdrops' fragrant feral fruits,
Oak and Rhododendron forests are a feast to the eyes!
Half way up and any signs of tracks disappear,
and one is just left with wheezing enigmatic bamboo thickets!
Botanists' delight, trackers' paradise, seraph's psyche,
rovers' riddle, is reclining placidly ,
the untrodden earth's lulling lullaby,
in the abode of the divine Lily's
anomalous nature's absolute pamphlet,
a rich biodiversity hotspots
of endemic species, the Dzoku Valley;
an uninhabited unsullied phosphorus valley
Note:
The Dzüko Valley is located at the borders of the states of Nagaland and Manipur in Northeast India. The valley is known for its extremely rich biodiversity, seasonal flowers and flora & fauna. It is situated at an altitude of 2452 m above sea level.
© Silpika Kalita
I murmur like a rivulet through the
hitch of your hands, where the canyons
carve their parched longing into your fingers—
where silences sublimate like cera,
pooling beneath your glissando touch.
Your tremolo breath convulses rough and low
like sibilant submersion in water—
spilling, sinking, staining everything it meets.
I watch the estuary of your gaze split my horizon—
watch you hush abysmal eyes into
celestially arched surrender.
There is no stillness between starlight,
only the pull of mighty magnitudes,
fuses lit beneath the ribs,
pulses and throbs teaching the air
how to cleave—how to…
sforzando!
Love, here, is neither reserved nor reticent—
it is lightning bottled in glass—
hellfire burning beneath the tide—
language that deconstructs
even as it is uttered.
I step forward—some faltering cadence,
some submitting ascension—placing my hands into your fire,
not to be consumed, but to remember
how stars revel and rain.
They say love conquers all, I can attest that is not true
For my heart lies broken, terribly battered and blue
I loved him with all my heart but it wasn't enough
Letting go of my hopes and dreams is extremely tough
I realize now he did not love me in quite the same way
Without trust and understanding, it was destined to fray
I fought to keep our love afloat, while his intent was to drown
Creating waves and whirlpools, he turned my smile into a frown
I refused to go under, live in dark murky waters of despair
To drag my positive outlook into negativity is utterly unfair
I need the happiness of sunshine to warm my heart and soul
Not the cold turbulent waters that never relinquish control
I want to sail on top of the water, untroubled and secure
With a gentle breeze on my back with no attacks to endure
Luckily I had the strength, submersion would have been my end
An eternity of torment and distress I would of had to spend
I will sail into the sunset and let my tender heart begin to heal
Taking only the good memories, the most healthiest ideal
I'll always have a piece of his heart, and he a piece of mine
I wish him health and happiness, but I know I'll be just fine.
Cecilia Macfarlane
4/17/2015
Has God accepted
your burning
white flesh
yet?
As the blood seeps into the ground
nourishing the land
that was advanced by civilization.
The raped White carcasses
of White farmers
residents
and their ancestors
made them equal:
To the Black death of the dark continent.
Civilizations' fall
despite the gospel given --
that said love your enemy.
The pagan and tribal era has returned
--to dance upon the White carcass--
of autonomy.
If the savage had not been baptized
in Christ's name;
if he had not been clothed in civilization.
If tribe and chief had not been
absolved for sovereign man
--White man--
would not be supreme.
On the reservation is the tradition
of the primitive; still living their ghost.
Farther South they gather in the jungle...
Are they clothed? Have they heard you Lord?
Among the farthest East --they heard you-- and made you one of them.
Running wild in the streets untamed, the heathen rapes and robs in the name of social justice.
Saying your clothes do not fit and your baptism was not full submersion.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Submersion Connections
The water heaved and sighed with the gathering force of self while
the tug positioned to push, pull, hold.
The mammoth engineering marvel,
rose like the Phoenix with the grace of Shamu,
antenna first
then bridge
finally the deck
The round port hole unwinds.
On the dock are,
two women and a man
The women she,
confuses, flusters and amazes the man,
In a glorious way!
Completing his being and upsetting his,
reality impressions.
The reality he always thought was true and only,
their emotional, physical, spiritual and,
historical selves are dynamic like the name of the ship USS Dynamic.
A composite of every:
• Girl
• Women
• Mother
• Lover
• Goddess
• Witch
• Vamp
• Teacher
• Whore
From brunette to blond.
From redhead to auburn.
From Cindy O to Patty S.
Christine C to Tanya R.
And back,
from forth
? Plump
? Skinny
The Anima essence reflections intoxicate him
But consistently calm
A feeling tone of
Peace resolved
With facets like diamonds
The mission is to,
reconnect!
Without a connect all,
Energy is gone
Relationships gone,
Fellowship gone,
The pain of hunger gone,
Anticipation of love gone,
The release of laughter gone,
Mortal reassurance of pain gone,
Knowledge of being gone.
The water is deep and dangerous,
just below,
our fears swim with our own self hatred.
But the wires are severed and that’s where they lie as,
deep in our subconscious,
a dangerous place for anyone to try.
You enter the vessel,
Cleansed and baptized from,
eons of anticipation and preparation and,
the sub supplies safety and comfort,
for the process of healing
Connections are made:
o Soldered
o Tested
o Insulated
The three souls are merged, mixed, consolidated and rectified,
beyond recognition and memory.
One Archetype where,
the power flows,
the meter spins where,
balanced achieved and,
calmness reigns,
once again.
At last!
Rain fell inexorably down,
filling every ginnel and spit
'til all was a blanket, a crown,
and naught projected up from it.
Beneath were clock towers and tall
surfaces, drifting with foam,
buildings once rife with activity
now silent, no longer a home
'cept for fishes and floating debris,
hives not humming with energy,
still as a grave.
Pigeon-toed and knock kneed
they meander around the ponds edge
an ungainly duo
mother and son
like an ancient fertility figure
found in the caves of Lascaux,France
she tumble-waddles
pendulous breasts bobbing
the dough-like basket of her womb
long emptied with its navel of Earth
submerged in a mound of flesh..
onward she went circumventing
the piddle-pond.
The child not yet Twiddle-Dee'd
by total submersion into
the toxic sweetness of a domino sugar
existence still stood a chance..
yet the spectre of diabetes
loomed around the two
like the Ghost of Christmas future.
Stained glass
Bleeds rainbow
Over dust particles
Of sun
Rains colour
On my head
Deep organ
Fists slam
Feet stamp
Pounds music
Vibrato
Rattles my stomach
Voice booms
Speaks words
Incomprehensible
To ears detached
From reality
Sadness, gaiety,
Melancholy, questions
Happiness, silliness
States of mind
Suddenly
Devoid of meaning
And feeling
Intrinsic
Disconnection
Submersion
In experience.
***
Just one session of Mindful Meditation
December 22, 2016
The point is dull upon the spear,
But still it pierced my greatest fear-
That this pain will always worsen
(My sinking ship so wayward steered)
Through the Ocean of my person
Toward a vortex, alas! Am veered!
I'll sail to Hell- cursed excursion!
But, lo! An island doth appear-
The sea doth swell; to Her a burden
My Vessel and I; 'tis clear! 'Tis clear!
That She vows for our submersion,
Crashing upon the rocks rushed near
Shipwrecked! Incurred Her incursion!
When She, so once to me endeared-
How I wish a diff'rent version
Of our tale that endeth here...
*HEART OF THE SEA CONTEST ENTRY
Presently, I find myself alone,
Alone on this distant island of ambiguity
Solitary in thought, and motives unknown
Perceiving what is visible with acquired acuity
Is this realm of new discoveries truly authentic?
Lest my eyes be deceived, ‘tis some curious reality
To witness the submersion of creatures which are lentic
And the flight of the birds in tune with commonality
How shall I proceed on this land uncharted?
Surely, with great passion unrelenting
And to my loved ones I bid adieu, from whom I have departed
Farewell to the common world, and to those so forgiving
Pardon my absence of perpetual elation,
As I welcome the day with a much pleasant sensation
There lies a field, where mice run and race.
I bought some traps, you know, just in case.
No risk of finger snaps
fool-proof, with gluey flaps...
Mouse does not die; but he's kept in place.
Eyes beg for mercy, what do I do?
rain bucket handy offers a clue.
Mouse caught in sticky trap;
submersion, it’s a wrap.
Blitzkrieg, one gasp; it's his Waterloo.
We shared glittered eyes in flowering leaves, sauntering about the country side like vagrants without pretenses, sharing a bottle of wine that slowly ran dry, our spirits became fountains pouring into an idle time, and when lunch time arrived I nursed your shoulders like an exquisite tapestry.
We soaked in leisurely talks from insensible dreams to confessions of fear, we casted spells into the sky and built a bonfire bound by morning papers, burning our poetry in the laces of a hot afternoon.
We committed the atrocity of enjoying a whimsical stream, our pockets flooded from our clothed submersion, then we continued on in no particular direction.
At dusk, distant demons began howling as we rested in a wheat field. Suddenly you felt a spider crawl across your cheek, and I sacrificed its body to your comfort. You smiled as I tried secretly setting it free by a nearby tree, pretending to be none the wiser.
As the stars came out quivering and bleeding on us, we were exhausted and beautiful, rubbing our toes in midnight dew. The tameness of our sleep delighted us in the morning, we brushed ourselves off and sauntered off, heading in home's direction.
Quadrilateral parallelograms of a Universe that never breathes
we are brainwashed by a scientific box that never sleeps.
Having been cloned with insipid performance and abhorrence
we have become A I s targets of the future, we are brainwashed.
Frantic antic Dopamine released to the mind,
putting us into a bullet sleep, they are robbing us blind.
Like sheep with autoimmune disease, we're chained to reaction
from a mechanical machine that is beginning to think for itself.
The body follows the tilt of the head and the soul wilts,
as we give away our ability to make decisions for ourselves.
Living in a docile state of euphemisms we are stilted, living and
giving A I s permission to mother and father us, without consent.
Reprogrammed slowly we become the robots of the next Century
5D tempered glass, submersion diversion, humanistic and playful
insisting on a monotone experience, lost, lost, lost * (in space)
Ghosting our families, friends and lovers we are having an affair
with technology, a long lasting affair that is costing us ourselves.
Like Phil Collins once stated in a song, " Think Twice"
before you give away your cheese, to the "Ambidextrous Mice. "
I breathe Glenn Hughes
everyday and every night
his music soothes me
Others work and spend time with their families
while I put vinyl records on the turntable
and put the music up to loud
It is Glenn
who has saved me from the bay
pulling me back from submersion
His songs touch my soul
so many in so many flavors
from funk to heavy to blues
Dare I suggest
that you listen to him too
make him the center of your universe
Know though when you have found your peace
I will be home listening to and enjoying
the Voice of Rock, Glenn Hughes
A.Typical Drowning is Either
1.Fresh Water Drowning.
2.Salt Sea Water Drowning.
B.Atypical Drowning Has
Following Subtypes,
1.Dry Drowning.
2.Immersion Syndrome.
3.Submersion of Unconscious.
4.Secondary Drowning.
Note.Zafar Chalye Ravi River?