Best Take The Plunge Poems
Let your imagination take a dive
Dismiss those voices willing it to soar,
Explore the secrets hidden to mankind
And gaze at sights you've never seen before.
Take a deep breath then silently descend;
Leave restless shores and anxious thoughts behind.
Deep in the fearless ocean's azure realm,
Enchanted landscapes captivate your mind.
A world of wonders passes slowly by
As free from bonds of gravity you glide.
Through living waters rich in vibrant life
Kaleidoscopic colours coincide.
Fine gossamer of fragile life cascades
Down to the luring coral reef below,
A ballet of exotic fish parade
As bioluminescent starfish glow.
When life's adventures dangle out of reach,
Imagination holds the magic key
Just close your eyes and dare to take the plunge
To open seas of possibility.
23.08.19
'Wow me poetry contest' sponsored by Nina Parmenter
All the world a stage
Our love not left on a shelf
Waters edge, in spades
Written in stone, ring
Waddle waddle kind of swing
Will you marry me
As we take the plunge
Into the depths out of blue
Our ceremony
Is a slow walk, true
Is a path already paved
So walk with me slow
God smiling on us
Giving our Union, blessing
Rehearsal, dressed, no?
Our friends will be there
Will live with us, be funny
At our same address
We'll make days of it
Nights at pool, entertaining
Make a clan, of it
We'll all just commune
Come and go, always here and there
In and out, ya know
Like the melting snow
Running into the pot
A melting pot, a roast, err
We could use for fish
Fish in that great big setting
The one that crashes
Gives gift at wedding
Gets drunk then disappears
Faster than lightning
Take a bow and bring
Flipper, for those who don't sing
Nor dance, sit and spin!
As we do our thing
It's reflected in the stars
Surrounded by ours
Setting in stone ring
All in black and white
Written pebabbles
Have tuxedo, will
Travel, In tandem in a
Cold World, poetry
She stands on cliff’s edge in her skimpiest nightie, not caring who sees.
Feeling her connection with the east wind which has always protected her.
The shale-like red rocks have settled, they give her a firm grasp of herself. She goes to the edge.
Peers down, wondering if she should have brought someone else, so there would be a witness.
It is only thirty-two feet to the water, her Dad used to say, before he dove off this cliff.
She watched him do it at least six or eight times during his lifetime, he was 78 the last time.
She had never tried it, never feeling that her swimming was good enough, but today felt different.
She felt invincible today; she had a dream about this, and she knew she had to try as a tribute.
In her father’s honor she takes a dive of faith,
falling rapidly toward the water below.
There is a crack as she hits it, she feels like it has
slapped her face. She is coughing and sputtering.
Underwater, she feels scared and cold, ‘Just like Dad,’
says a whispery voice, startling her.
It is not until she is sitting near a warm fire,
in her home that she remembers a sister she never knew.
Dad always said the cliff had magical powers,
but to develop them, you had to take the plunge.
Her sister was killed in a freak accident when they were little;
she had been a few months old.
She rarely thought of her or the few photos she had of them.
Had her sister been the mermaid in the water?
She ponders this for a bit, as her toes warm up.
The flames nod in agreement. She feels her Dad beside her.
She knows she must go back.
(02/25/12)
The word three and why it means so much to me:
Have you ever really thought about the three?
And how it can affect you and me.
How it has been passed down thru time
And helped people see who were going blind
And who could not see what was in front of them
Even when it was a relative or friend.
Let me just put things in the perspective
That has entered my mind, and has been
There for a very long time.
#1) the father , the son , the holy ghost
#2) the three nails in both hands and feet
#3) the three kings at the birth of CHRIST
#4) land , sea , sky
#5)man , woman ,child
#6) heaven , hell , purgatory
How many other threes can you think of
That has been given to us from above ?
My other thing that is and always will be in my mind
Is how I end my poetry with FAITH, HOPE , LOVE
So to all my friends who may read my write
Take the plunge, take the plight
And see if I am wrong or right.
Faith, hope, love
Trapped in a sinuous labyrinth,
I run down twisting corridors of well-trodden soil,
flanked on each side
by bushes twice my height!
I go left; I go right;
turning left again, I hit a wall.
For hours I have been inside here running.
Panic is swallowing my soul,
for I am horribly
horribly
lost.
Overcome by my anxiety,
I let myself collapse to the dirt floor
where I sit trying to compose myself,
and as I sit,
I struggle with the puzzle -
how to escape this huge web
with tentacles like those of
of a giant green monster of the sea.
How will I ever find my way
out of this impossible maze?
Afternoon’s glare barely reaches me where
I sit in the gloom of my doom.
Suddenly, the sound of happy voices!
And not just within earshot.
This sound is SO close that were I to just
reach out through one of these large bushes,
I am sure I could actually embrace
the sweetness of the joy I hear.
I have been left and right and all around.
these long paths,
and I refuse again to go down them.
Grateful to be wearing my long pants
and a long-sleeved shirt,
I remove a polyester jacket
which I have had wrapped around my waist.
With the jacket, I cover as much of my body as I can,
particularly my face and hands.
The lovely garden which I had viewed from the road
when I first came upon this miserable maze
is right on the other side of the bush
where I have ended up.
I know it; I just know it . . .
I take the plunge!
June 27, 2020
for Dear Heart's 'Maze - 10 Word Challenge' Contest
Submitted Sept. 14, 2021 for the ''L'' Contest New Or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
I gotta whole lot of emptiness,
a vacuum full of void
With no more heart problems around,
I’m not beset
by any sadness or regret
To tell you the truth,
I’ve got plenty of nothing left
There’s only an empty chest
of bittersweet memories ... less bad than good
Could things have worked out better?
I’m sure they could
But, I love feeling light as a feather,
blowing a kiss goodbye to all my troubles
I have a big balloon full of emptiness,
floating up, up and away
A vacuum filled with no more distrust,
zero gravity are my heart problems
Getting jettisoned into the void
is the best personal space burial
I’ve got plenty of nothing left,
no more bottled up heart problems
kept hidden high on a shelf
I gotta hand full of emptiness,
enough to grab plenty of nothing that’s left
Only wanna let go of my hurt exhale;
open my empty heart and breathe in,
then fill up my heart with love again
There’s no more heartache left,
simply need to exhale and take the next breath
No more stress from wondering what’s next
I’ve got plenty of nothing left
Now ready to dive into the pool of love again,
so full of anticipation
... no more wet dreams of emptiness
Ready to take the plunge even deeper —
How long can I hold my breath?
The Cannabis Queen
Rides her Snow Chariot
A glass shard still remains in his heart
And his heart still remains ice.
This is his true state of existence.
He worships the Queen,
Because now, all is pure,
White and still.
He kisses the back of her palm
In deep submission
She smiles and takes him to her lap
And together they ride the snow filled country side.
Here, there is only love,
Only acceptance,
Redemption and forgiveness.
Together they merge into the fog,
Their silhouettes lost in a holy blur.
In a cold secret chamber,
The maid and the drunkard make love.
She kisses him not,
For his mouth reeks of wine.
N yet she clasps to him and does not let go.
There is,
Such passion,
Such want,
That nothing stops her from having him.
And as she moves rhythmically on top of him
She looks into his eyes
Where the power of wine
The power of an ******
The power of a sleepless night
Blur into a holy blur.
In a place called Xibalba
Through which the dead pass
From the confinement called life
To the liberation called death
One soul readies to take the plunge,
To come to terms,
To be one with the eternal.
In one cosmic leap, the soul
Splits into a million tiny pieces,
Of its many laughs
Of its many cries
Of its many loves and hatreds
And its each tiny emotion
Each tiny memory
That came to be in its journey through life,
Becomes a star,
Studding the eternal silver sky,
And transforming it into a holy visual blur.
It’s such a hopeless, gloomy world
for those who walk about
without the confidence of mind
that takes away self-doubt.
But how can you fulfil your aims
if you remain inside,
protected by your prison walls
as in your mind you hide.
Waiting there for you to find,
although you fear to go,
is all the knowledge that you need
to help your spirit grow.
So take the plunge and break your cage,
all is not what it seems.
You need to face your inner fears
to realise you dreams.
You’ll find that once you’ve venture out
your fears will soon recede
and then you’ll reap the things in life
that you need to succeed.
In strength of mind you’ll graduate,
your confidence will swell
and very soon you’ll wonder why
you tied yourself in hell.
The world’s a place to grow and love
enjoyed by all mankind
so live it with a soul that’s free,
not shackled by your mind.
Ivor G Davies
A Roll in the Hay
Try to be different.
Take the plunge.
Dare to live for today.
Be your own boss,
be true to your school,
and, charge for a roll in the hay.
Eat, drink and do Mary.
Boys will be boys they say.
But, Men and the boys
have different priced toys,
Some men even pay for the hay...
A day’s of hard work,
and serious issues to handle,
though some hiccups may arise,
in order to erase these hiccups,
we need to have some fun,
and laughter is only the best medicine,
to cure on these hiccups hands on,
for this,
we may not travel afar,
just take a look at Indian politics,
quite laughable as it is,
wherein a number of issues,
had come to the forefront,
mostly related to the cap on cylinders,
and the FDI in retail,
wherein a number of politicians,
cast a number of political ambitions,
of becoming the National leader of our Motherland,
but have no concern for the citizens,
living in here,
wherein the bridge between the poor and the rich,
gets wider and wider,
it is not the pursuit of political ambitions,
which the citizens want in here,
it is the solutions to various problems,
which they want,
and as such there is no politician,
as fit enough for this purpose,
are they really fit enough,
is the question and as laughable as it is,
it is time for the younger generations,
to take the plunge into politics,
wherein they need to cast over their fear,
and political apprehensions,
and save their dear Motherland India,
from all troubles,
and to make their Motherland into a Paradise!!
There was a quiver of fear,
of failure and of terror.
The audience was out there,
waiting like a lion, silent,
eyes glittering in anticipation.
A thin veil seperates us,
reality and safety,
two different things.
Taking deep breaths, calming
my very soul, flighty as it is.
And then I take the plunge
into the known unknown.
For a moment, my heart stops;
I feel completely faint.
I am going to die, I know it;
This entire thing was a mistake.
And then I open my mouth
and so begins the play.
Here we are, at the edge of the universe.
Let us praise that we are alive.
Through the maze of this mausoleum,
Pass the gaze of the singular coliseum; I’m amazed that we survived.
The stars have come and gone, even their memory has faded away.
All that stands is the emptiness and hollowness that was foreshadowed by this pre-destined day.
As I stand here I turn around for one last look to the porous past.
I see the shedding of what I thought was everything, down to the last image of what use to be, going by ever so fast.
I see the losses,
I see the pain
I see the hallucinations of happiness so vivid.
As they collapse into a dimension that is too small for my mind to save.
I see the heroes,
I see the villains,
I see the ink that gave them life.
I see the future, dancing with the past amidst the darkening of the last remaining starlight.
Here we are, at the edge of the universe.
Let us praise that we are alive.
The last sunrays are fleeing,
Soon we won’t be able to see,
So how will I know if you survived?
Let us remember the taste of the tears of all we have lost and all we have won.
Let us remember, and face the fear as something turns to nothing, and the nothing takes the place of the sun.
I will try to remember what it’s like to love while I’m still awake.
I promise you,
I will try to remember the spark of energy you embedded in me, before it transfers to an unknown space.
Here we are, at the edge of the universe.
Let us praise that we are alive.
The floor was just a projection of protons that have already died.
Before the path is covered that lead us here to this beautiful place.
Take with you my last shimmering atom; you’ll need the light to make your final escape.
Now it’s time for one of us to take the plunge.
It’s only fair that I go first.
What ever happens, I know you’ll hold on to my atom
That’s all it takes to make another universe.
When first I saw her on that day,
the subtle way she looked at me,
I felt that we were meant to be.
I thought we’d walk down life’s pathway,
and tantalize stroll through love’s door;
we’d take the plunge for evermore.
Our bond forever to portray
together joined no matter what,
we’d share together our life, but
I never thought she would betray
fallacious image of our love,
eviscerate bond from above.
But lures of life lead her astray
down vortex of the dark of night,
bewilder our love with this blight.
And here behind I sadly stay
with scarlet visions giving chase,
as salty tears stream down my face.
When first I saw her on that day
I thought we’d walk down life’s pathway;
our bond forever to portray.
I never thought she would betray,
but lures of life lead her astray,
and here behind I sadly stay.
June 21, 2018
I am in the Doctors Waiting Room
Waiting for my name to appear on the screen
I’ve been here for twenty minutes
Oh how much longer before I am seen
It’s embarrassing enough for me
Without the whole waiting room learning
That every time I use the loo
My pee has started burning
I sense the receptionist is highly amused
Though she tries to hide the fact
Then proclaims at the top of her voice
“Sounds like an infection in your urinary tract”
I can see all eyes upon me
As I go to take a seat
So I make my way towards it
While looking down at my feet
The TV on the wall blares out
An advert about a man called Giles
Informing you what measures to take
If you’re diagnosed with piles
There is an air of misery
And impending doom
Everyone thinking of all the flu viruses
Floating around the room
The lady sitting next to me
Stands up and shouts “outrageous!
If I have to wait much longer
I’ll catch something contagious”
A small boy is building with plastic bricks
Sat cross-legged on his own
While mum totally ignores him
Too busy on her mobile phone
I point out to her
A large poster on the wall
‘No mobile phones ever'!
She says “I’m talking to my boyfriend Paul”
There’s a sudden buzz of excitement
As a name appears on the screen
It’s of someone who'd got tired of waiting
They went home at two fifteen
There is the distinct harmonic sound
Of sniffing, coughing and wheezing
With an equal measure
Of moaning, groaning and sneezing
A sudden smell of disinfectant
Makes me catch my breath
My mother always said the waiting room
Had a distinct smell of death
My nose begins to run
And I really must take issue
With the man who stole my seat
When I got up to grab a tissue
My bladder's feeling full
I should have gone before i came
I daren't go to the loo
Because knowing my luck, they'll call my name
I really need to go
And decide to take the plunge
So I start upon my trip
Towards the toilet door I lunge
Safe inside the toilet
I am suddenly appalled
When I hear the tannoy whistle
And my name is being called
I pull myself together
And venture from the loo
It appears I’ve missed my turn
Someone took my place, I don’t know who
I approach the receptionist
And say “I really had to pee”
She says “Come back tomorrow,
Your appointment is ten past three”.
Daily beginnings can be drags to endure,
Especially when mind is tired and torn,
By last night’s late hour adventure.
Dragging ‘bod out of bed in the morn,
To show up for the job or lecture,
Deciding anew what needs to be born.
To a writer, empty pages challenge the future,
Lines on paper mimic bars of iron.
But many have to sit in uneasy furniture,
Rushing to end breakfast, provoking the storm.
In spite of the cold swimming offers,
Take the plunge! Refute the norm!
Convert poor prospects to a different creature,
Close past wounds, stave further harm.
Diving in, sews wounds’ sutures,
Commitment alone is frigid, but warms!
Staying in bed, not risking failure is sure,
To attract the butterfly-net men to swarm!