Caspian Poems

Caspian

The Caspian coast.
The country is far away,
We are left behind, sent on vacation by God.
The sea greeted us with open arms,
Let’s swim, take a long stroke.
Come on, let's go with the current!
The breeze gently caressed our faces.
The sun smiles,
It’s one of those days that passed happily.
Let me swim without worries.
To the Caspian now,
Will I come back? Who knows.
The waves chase each other, sparkling,
The sun's rays glitter on its surface.
“The sea is blue. The sky is paler,”
I will write many poems about this day!
Whoever comes to the ancient Caspian, none will leave,
After coming, a swim is a must, they say.
But to capture its beauty in words,
No matter how strong the language, it’s impossible!
For that, you need a great poet like Abay,
You need a creative passion like the waves.
Mine is just a simple song.
Let the people say:
“Even Aibek went to the sea once!”

The Black Sea

Over land and sea 
illuminating black pearls
reflecting memories 
back to me the warm 
breeze singing me tuneful 
melodies I crave the sullen 
hints of morning dew near dawn 
a playful harmony tasting 
the black sea sinking shoulders 
Caspian glows throughout 
The wide open granduer 
arousing the Indian Ocean 
capturing pure darkness eyes 
wide open arms out stretched 
welcoming this beautiful new day 
rising from the east melting 
the north star calmly comforting 
warm coastal waters of the west 
settled down within the midst of me

A New Species

The Thylacine, the Caspian tiger, 
the Caribbean monk seal…

As these beasts disappear,
the most cruelty-vorous species appears. 

They are homologous with humans
but their bearings are too brutal.

Though plenty in Asia, 
their habitats are found in all the continents.

They hold the holy books
that they never read. 

Tender feelings are scoped out by their tamers.
Empty sensorium.

Even the shattered body of an infant 
won’t wet their eyes.

They chew the cud of bloody thoughts in isolation,	
entranced by a heaven.




First published in The Literary Hatchet (Pear Tree Press, US).

Water Hand Pump

Water Hand Pump
I wonder whence the pipe goes?
Underground Niagra, Mississippi or Caspian Sea?
Working the Up-Down Handle like Punching a PIN,
A Subterranean ATM of Cool Crystal Quench,
Sometimes the Handle Ignores Rapid Work,
Just as Licking a Stamp, I Have to Prime,
Give to Get, Down Goes Wet, Up Comes Sublime,
As If Sensient, What Goes Around, It Understands,
Physics Doesn't Play Games, Invest the Good,
Even Salt Water Brings Up the Sweet,
Not Machine Psychology but Leather Swelling,
Sealing the Gap Between Bucket & Sub-Dwelling.
Now Primed, Pumping Towards the Ground,
Creates Cavity 'Tween this World & Maybe Hell,
A Spurting Fountain Results from the Well.
If Only All Life Were Clear & Transparent,
Nature's Dignity Comes from Innocence,
In Figuring Things Out, I Stand More Erect,
Glimpsing, Enacting Cause & Effect.

Come Home Soldier

COME HOME SOLDIER 

 
No more sounds of tanks, 
The rain of bullets has seized, 
Grenades are no more fund, 
Remove your helmet and lie down, 
Let the peaceful breeze calm your head, 
The era of peace has come, 
The withered grasses now green, 
Flowers shines like the Caspian sea, 
Babies happily glued to mothers’ bodies, 
The rain wets the ground, 
And smile on everyone’s faces, 
To the gallant man, 
To the brave soldier who fought side by side with his comrades, 
Depart from your gun and come home.  


           ANYABOLU IFEANYI DOMINION GENTLE 
                  A.D 2019, 19 MAR

Palmwine

PALMWINE

The tapper ascends the height,
To get it from the palm sap,
The height he descends having the mysterious gift of nature,
Crystal like the caspian sea.



Grey hairs with their cups at hand,
Ready to taste the feeling of gladness,
Gladness with sweetness that fills the soul,
The dead and weak are awakened by its savour,
The rejuvenator of the inner man ????




Bring a cup full of palmwine,
A cup made of ivory to a bride,
Let the bride seek the love of her youth amidst the crowd,
Men clamouring for the cup till the lover is long searched for and found,
And the taste binds their hearts together


Hearts of men!
Simulate the palmwine of its purity,
Let the thoughts thereof be of its sweetness,
The sweetness let it not be spilled on the ground,
But let it be poured into the weary souls.


Drink with loved ones,
With the keg in the middle being surrounded,
And let the jars be filled with happiness.
  
 HAPPY NEW YEAR SOUPERS

            ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
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A Camberwell Adventurer

The whirling Dervish leaves fell…
Clouds of reindeer from the kebab 
House as well, in deepest down town 
Camberwell …a Turkish Christmas 
…he announced
“Come and hunt wolves in the Caspian 
Mountains with my uncle” he said….
I declined …keen to protect the wolves
And my reputation as a liberal 

Damn...what a fool I was:

Swells

caspian sailor
          having spousal dreams, creates 
                the sea's swell of tears

Gemini Moons

the shadow of
the grim 
reaper carving 
out the 
Indian white moon
swinging his scythe
splitting the moon
back and forth
through pitch-black
Russian sky
and soon
hanging over
the Black
Caspian Sea 
are these
Gemini moons
and
i
let night
twirl her magenta baton

The Extinction of Tigers

Panthira tigris,
gone extinct.

The way of the Caspian,
the Javan and the Bali.

Forgotten in history;
to be replaced
...by man's folly.

The majestic, muscular
orange facade.
Peppered with black
and spicy shag.

...And those legendary fangs,
which haunt our dreams.

Disappeared, never to be seen.

Tomorrow's youth will never know,
the beauty of these beasts.
Their spirit and their courage,
their mystique carried;
...in all our hearts.

The great cats, which we revere
will disappear.

Who's to blame? Where's the shame?

The disconnect between man and nature,
went too far. We need to remember who we are
...before we kill ourselves as well.

In memoriam: Tigers (the beginning of time-when man killed them.)

Yet Some More T.B.'s T.B.S

The Caspian Sea; is that where friendly ghosts go for vacation?
Big as a football field: don't you know about foot measurements??
The Swat Team;  I called them when my house was infested with flies.
My psychiatrist asked me if I had any "old reservations" about a desire to end
some bad habits.  I said, "Yeah, I have some old reservations- two unredeemed 
tickets to a 1973 Pink Floyd concert"  this really took place.
How come 2 & 2 isn't 22??

Enough for now, all you dedicated "Soupers"

Nizhniy Novgorod's Kremlin*

Above a pulsating arrow of two great Russian rivers,

there, where Oka merges to Volga

and already flows farther downstream, 

to the Caspian sea, 

an ancient, wise Kremlin stands – like a soldier 

on high coast of the big ancient city of the Russia, Nizhni Novgorod. 

Kremlin looks very attentively at boundless meadows

and at cultivated fields and forests,

 the small villages and big cities

of the Nizhniy Novgorod territory.

The white ships float past,

They salute  the old soldier and ask its blessing. 

Birches and mountain ashes, wild cherries and apples 

in springtime decorate this coast with fresh greenery and flowers,

In the autumn – with gold of leaves and with red fruits.

The ancient Kremlin looks far and never sleeps.

It observes all around and welcomes the ships,

recollects the events, the dates, people.

Maybe, sometime Kremlin will recollect me also, 

Because I was born in ancient Nizhniy Novgorod, 

on the high coast of these two great Russian rivers.

My Seat By the Sea

It is my most special place on earth 
and no one knows that but me
Who knows where this log has been 
before it washed in from the sea

Did it rest of the shores of Alaska 
or drift down from the Caspian Sea
Has someone else sat on it and wondered, 
has it crossed the ocean just for me

I drag my toes through the sun-warmed sand 
and watch baby crabs scamper over my feet
I'm daydreaming and yet I'm so curious 
how I've come to nature's window seat

I think of my most treasured memories, 
and of things that have ever made me cry
I wonder who else has sat on this log 
and thought how life is passing them by

The smell of the ocean's salty water 
and the blissful calm of the warm sun today
makes me remember a time oh so long ago 
when our family often came here to play

I'm so sad but I know just how lucky I am 
to have this special and wonderful memory
There's not a better place to come and think 
than this weathered old seat by the sea

Ruslan, My Blood Brother

Ruslan is Caucasian and he’s my true blood brother
Unlike me, he has a rare Herculean body, and mind
Strong and bold he is, yet gentle; tall, and yet humble
Letting his shadow walks in to lowly, unrhymed mine
As protective carapace, against evil vices of this world
Not really happy seeing me, with a red pack and lighter

Speaking humbly the tongue, of love--the eye of peace
As we sat, contently, on the field of golden green tares
Nurturing his great ambitions, for my own wicked self 
Thrashing out the timidity, of my broken heart and soul
Inspiration he is, for me, till I became exactly, like him
A silent poet, like fog in early morn with a gentle rhyme  
Good morning to you, good morning to me, O, I see you
O my dear Robin, go now and fly, over the Caspian sky

Ride the Sun

Implement mayhem and dismantle consciousness manipulate hallucinations 
with spiritual fornication. Psychopathic hypnosis under ominous fury with 
amusement and menace crying out for crimson redemption. Annihilation brings 
instant gratification a pretense to disturbing infatuation. Sacred similarities 
necessary for perpetrators and agitators a propelled scheme not as noble 
unredeemed. With recognition of stale pipe dreams is fantasy as fake as it 
seems, a schizophrenic mind moving a thousand miles a minute worth it's time 
bizarre and traumatic delusions problematic. Adventures of a fanatic imminent 
and hell bent universal accomplishment prevailed seducer in manufactured 
speech shattered yet transforming his future is bleak. With the end of this 
Salvador Dali psychedelic trip now it's time we get a grip, walk with me the 
reincarnation of ecstasy from the Appalachians to the Caspian sea ride the sun 
in spite of me.

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