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Skylines
Puncturing clear blue blue skies,
Evidence of mankind’s rise,
Or fall.
Skylines
Winky, Twinkly, in dark black nights
Changing, changing ‘til dawn from twilight,
Low or tall.
Skylines
Wrapped in mystic fog of morn;
Vehicles forced to press on horns;
In a mood.
Skylines
Glued in cubist silhouette,
God’s glory colors in the west,
Weary workers brood.
Skylines
Never fail to instill a thrill
When first seen while driving still
Coming home.
Skylines
Familiar, welcoming with silent song,
You know you’re where you belong,
At home.
Categories:
twinkly, appreciation, art, imagery,
Form:
Freedom turquoise sky, golden wings and me
We are utterly delightfully unencumbered
Loved for ourselves
Admired
Petted
As we float happily on the golden wings
of happiness, sheer enthusiasm and joy
softly float precariously close to our best
friend tree, a twinkly, sparkly, tree of greenness and fun.
A quirky, tree, who has befriended me
And loved me
And taken care of me
Like the wind
Also free and
Fabulous!
I come back often.
To be admired and loved.
Categories:
twinkly, angel, flying, freedom, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
Sparkling gold sequined top.
Glitzy shamrock necklace with twinkly silver chain.
Neon-green gemstone on one hand, pearl on the other.
Spider pin with a fat amber gemstone body and turquoise legs.
I threw on my multi-colored sparkly beads too, for good measure.
I want everyone to know I teach at a grade school.
Categories:
twinkly, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
Light Verse
Long before we met
I loved you
though countenance as yet unclear;
long before I ever heard
your voice, sensed I a perfect fit
out-there, somewhere
for my very eclectic ear --
Destiny is the word she used,
the old woman, with cards and
tea-leaves – a White Witch her
advertised claim: in a tent, at
an outdoor carnival somehow
I can’t say, she even knew your name…
Long before the first kiss sealed
with embrace made promise
with vow made sacred
perhaps before the first spring came
tossed its dingy veil, made colorful
beguile...into us spoke scented petal-like
blossoming smile
long before the first step
and endless seeming mile --
season given time to entrance,
great power to smudge and erase
Perhaps long before
God had written His best romance --
imagined human hearts, couplets of
tender poetry, song and joyful dance --
perhaps far back, when God
first considered love, make sketch
and model design -- made man’s visage
and form resemble His own Divine…
gave creation license to copy,
to fondly reline or trace – for
sometimes careless figuring gave wash
of forever grace – a lonely God, releasing
His kingdom, wanting only to freely
share, breathing life into lungs of
clay beings, declaring each his
child – offspring, royal heir
Perhaps even then, that far back
in God’s perfectly caring heart,
you and I were resident tenants
there, as angels reside in heaven above
wherever we travel, goes with us
signed lease of eternal love --
though having transient souls predetermined
never long us to dwell apart – such depth of union
like God’s glittering universe ever expanding
as those endless fields of stars linked together
twinkly hand-in-hand, love -- time’s radiant, inextinguishable
source and core -- God will keep us sparkling brilliantly close
adhered to His Loving Heart
Now, long after and long before
Categories:
twinkly, christian, devotion, heart, inspirational
Form:
Free verse
she wants to dance
quietly she waits
will anyone ask her
young man sees her
heart jumps in his chest
will he find his courage
so beautiful
she seems beyond reach
is her beauty a curse
up from his chair
walks across the room
will he find the right words
more boy than man
she sees him approach
is he a good dancer
a nervous smile
twinkly blue eyes
is that love in his eyes
Categories:
twinkly, cute love, dance,
Form:
Questionku
Aha: a Poetic Noetic Instantiation in Three Acts
rushing inference, imminent insight
suddenly it’s clear, a gut feeling—
swooning, reeling,
cross-connected hemispheres
syncopated, reverberated, totally aware
open byways, ahh blue-sky days, making up my mind
synapses shiver, axons quiver, dendrites deliver,
’lectrik neurons fire—suddenly—in time
aha! aha! oh gawd I see—I ran around ’n cried—
a fool I’ve been; all along it’s there, right in front of me
with a grin ’n a nod ’n twinkly-looking ’round
raised my arms ’n slapped my thighs
’n made a ruckus sound—
donned my hat ’n set it skewed
upon my big bright head,
set off to town in an uplifted mood,
while whistling a sweet sound—
forgot what I had found
#
there’s a hole in my head
where the wounds of reason seep;
all words are dead inside my head—
what’s left is dark ’n deep
@
I’ll always live
and always die
on the event horizon
of my mind’s eye,
where the flash
of neuronal fires
flowers into
sudden epiphany— --
Categories:
twinkly, humorous, meaningful, music, mystery,
Form:
Limerick
Godfather
A rigid neck that looks forward without turning
Till the face is flat pummelled by angry elements
Whose twinkly eyes neither blink nor steal a hood
In case, in a split second, humanity is left insecure.
Whose time to eat is not on his busy schedule-
Morsel may briefly quieten voice to teach Piety.
Would I, therefore, find any fault with that stoicism
Or in his static quick march- marching at a halt
(Until there is a hole enough to ooze a cool pat!)
His momentary reprieve; gone to some chores
Might subject the brood to threat unthinkable.
For his perpetual presence and open guidance
Is as assuring the billboard pointing the Way!
Dr. Ram Mehta, Billboard in the wet, cold rain
Who holds post to, once again, direct others
Soaked by the cold rain, yet with a heart satisfied
For the Duty to save others and not save yourself!
Should, godfather, a blink you chance or steal
Cares of this World may, by stealth, quietly visit
And warp our convictions with wicked murmurs
Murmurs that drip honey which sips into hearts
Turning us into a heap of salt for looking backwards!
My eyes I do pledge to look no any other direction
Except to the way by your long finger is pointed
And, to fawn on the Spirit that nurtured you this long
With bonhomie, discernment and poetic prowess!
Prayer with no end I utter beseeching, godfather,
On that Day, to inherit the Sceptre you’re holding!
***Dedication to one and only Dr. Ram Mehta for the invaluable guidance his sublime poems bestow.
JM
24th Nov’ 2013
Categories:
twinkly,
Form:
Free verse
To 3/256 Cherokee Girl
Cute like the fly sun and with paddy curl hairs similar
From those summertime fields blow over her in full swim
And it fits in her small understanding
In front of this Adoptive Indian law
She grows like a lovely calf wondering it should not be.
Upon uplifted petals of her big eyes of half-brown
Indian bloom India Baby Girl a battle of love
And parents’ nightmare is breaking out for months
And the entire globe’s eye could see the idea
Of making a direct pain within her tender heart
And it does not matter you and I shall become
A parent and parching stirs and twist about father’s rights
He does not have it any more.
Flying among twinkly stars in faith
For the 3-year-baby girl the notion but a father’s lack
of Autumn and over the whole prairie shimmering
A compelled of him an Indian loves or ground
To the child he never felt before.
I think of those parental days of affection and love
When the Baby Girl was small and wanted it most;
Standing now in the sea of gestures, you great chief have missed
A cut generation goes by, and your conscience from what that weary buffalo
Love cries it certainly does not exist in your heart anymore.
Baby Girl!
Let us pray because I am going to take you home
Where you will be safe.
Baby Girl!
Let goes and come at last to understand
You and I and the prairie Mother
Always we are going to love you.
Categories:
twinkly, child, cry, dad, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Twinkly bunch with loaded school bags
Ambition injustice and itching their backs,
Cunning those faces in front of the gate
Heedful pupils well-chosen apparently late.
A fistful primary breeziness
Shared with smiles, tears and silliness,
Together they brawled, together they fiddled
At times they often complained to be differentiated.
Kiddo little minds and parents appeared unjustified
They cried, they blamed and they lazed,
Loaded by books and rat raced tutelage
They pass by a very dignified teen-age.
Out from the custody of cynosure
Together they stepped towards Lyceum liberty,
Few were classed and few remained united
The formers became edified and rests were unidentified.
A masked – small compliments and the evening aloha
The river side sunset appeared to be ambiguous –
A fiesta time boogie and the overnight cockeyed
At times such occasions made them to blab out their twinkly time.
Grown up as buddies and with time they rationalized
Affairs, status and outlook made them more gratified,
Traits made them parted and one cried in solitary
The formers humiliated the frailer and the frailer remained solely.
Lost in their computations, explores and technological justifications
Few carried out degree uprightly and few were abased shamefully,
Bucketed with knowledge, numbers, meetings and self-worth
They neglected those twinkly smiles who were grown up with assorted life.
Few became responsible and few got hold of ménage
Few were invited and rests seemed out of the sight.
Hearsays few get together known to be friendly trinity
Yet there also they lived with different hierarchy.
Left away life they sacrificed the age of assorted life
One who lived with it can now front the barbarous life.
They lost themselves to their twinkly buddies’ mobilization
Upcoming in their lives they will surly come by friendly exoneration.
Dated: 18/01/2010
Categories:
twinkly, friendshiptime, together,
Form:
Narrative
Hang onto the hem of this Christmas day
it goes past so fast
and is now
a whole 'nother year away
This day of Christmas celebration is
winding down
the golden, honey sun has traversed
the sky, heading
horizon wise...
bellies are full,
presents all disclosed and
flashy merriment loud
and laughy, turns now
to soft-glow candles lit,
hugs and easy chairs,
soft smiles and television
parade and
ice skating
specials!
The warmth, the love, the mistletoe..
the food, the family, the fun
too soon do go!
The twinkly lights, presents and tree
and not one car on the road as far
as I can see!
No siren sounds, no horns do blow
just soft-sparkle Christmas lights
reflected off the snow.....
had so much fun,
I just hate to see it go!
Categories:
twinkly, blessing, celebration, christmas, family,
Form:
Rhyme
My thoughts came up again
Like the rush of a heavy a rain
My finger tips swollen with symbols
Drained in paints of inspired constructs.
I have seen a poison bought cheaply
And kills in a twinkle done twinkly
I have seen of a massacre done
A man under this sun.
I know of a poison bodily bottled
Inherently laden and mottled
Ten times massacre
In abandon and without care.
I have seen a company of bush meats
That roams in pride and strange feats
I know of the dread of a disease
That has crowned many their lives to cease.
I have heard of a prostitutes’ notification
Stripped of their personification
An animalized synonymy
‘’BUSH MEATS ACADEMY’’
I have seen the beasts in men
Like the draught in lions’ den
Many out of many
Dry wells without comfort any.
I have seen the husbands’ experience
Where anger holds their manly evidence
Too hot to control their fisting prowess
A cowardly way to husbandly express.
I have seen the sheer foolishness in beauty
That robs off a woman’s intellectual quality
And the integrity in ‘’Iwalewa”
What then is beauty polished every hour?
I have seen beautiful Agbeke chew her husband
And dashing Abike throw the food with one hand
The noise of Orekelewa Aduke has woken me,
My standby alarm every early morning.
Categories:
twinkly, africa, life, integrity,
Form:
Rhyme
A moment between heaven
and earth
wrapped in angel hair
twinkly starlight
muted
wondering . . .
gifted so with uncommon perception
from above
heart left there
on poetic earth without care
oh master of pen and ink
do you blink
Categories:
twinkly, faith, happiness, imagination, life,
Form:
Blank verse
As silent and twinkly as a clear night sky
a wonderful place to allow time to race by
the old chichester ship canal from years gone bye
such serenity upon my doorstep
the greatest thing since fresh baked bread
until the railways knocked it dead
now forms a floral faunal retreat instead
where the bikes weave and the people gently tread.
The basin resides at the southern tip of town
a little bowl catching rain when it's falling down
swelling from the river Lavants slight gush
pretty lazy river, been years since it were flush
and rapid-like would it rush
while the cities Romain (or is it Romane??) remaining draining
it's severely waning, showing signs of straining.
Wandering along the old tow-path
sounds from the ducks remind me of a laugh,
the wise old Heron on a fishing trip
gets to take a twilight dip
and accompany his dinner with a long dropped chip.
Facing to the sea with misty downs behind
through the little Hunston twisty round wind
carefully listen, no busy sound find.
This winter, the water, it's frozen so thick
resisiting even a hard thrown brick.
The poor hungry birds who always run away
fear has gone, replaced by hunger, they come to me today
I empathetically hear every word they say!
Peacefully the canal flows silently
Peacefully the canal flows Solently!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Categories:
twinkly, animals, peace, places, old,
Form:
Free verse
Spiderese starts with a sneeze
now that's your introduction.
Hand off a fly and wink your eye
a subtle sweet induction,
into the world of webby things
like dewdrops in the early spring
with twinkly notes you'll learn to sing
a spider serenade.
I'm looking for the antidote
to change the passage that I wrote
(at least she's not a surly goat)
and she loves lemonade.
Ms Purple likes the old cafe
she's gonna hang there everyday
until I figure out a way
to fix this mess I made.
Categories:
twinkly, funny, imagination, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
Comes the first day of spring
and everything is in bloom,
while the bugs start
invading way too soon,
And while living down south
were always making hand motions,
to ward off the flying insects
that give us grievous emotions,
Outdoor eating can be quite a task
not prepared for having to eat so fast,
vagabond fly's arriving in the no fly zone
making you wish you were eating indoors at home,
Just opening your door a crack at night
the twinkly stars look so charming,
till the mosquitos come indoors
which can be quite alarming,
Chasing them around trying
to kill them off one by one,
then while trying to sleep at night
the sole survivor pokes fun,
You hear it buzzing round your face
as you quickly turn on the light,
the mosquito plays hide and seek
waiting to get a bloody bite,
You want to spray your room
to finally kill the flying intruder,
but afraid that the powerful fumes will
just leave you in a chemical stupor,
So you try to kill off all the bugs
alternating using a swatter and a bug spray mist,
annoying and elusive as they all are
while trying not to have a hissy fit.
5-11-17
Categories:
twinkly, angst, flying, insect,
Form:
Light Verse