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.
Categories:
caspian sea, childhood, nature, technology, water,
Form: Free verse
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
Categories:
caspian sea, cheer up, military, war,
Form: Sonnet
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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Categories:
caspian sea, africa, celebration, happiness, happy,
Form: Classicism
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
Categories:
caspian sea, imagination,
Form: Free verse
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"
Categories:
caspian sea, confusion, funny, imagination, on
Form: Burlesque
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.
Categories:
caspian sea, history, nostalgia, places, song-autumn,
Form: Lyric
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
Categories:
caspian sea, imagination, sea, me,
Form: Quatrain
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.
Categories:
caspian sea, adventure, happiness, imagination, time,
Form: Carpe Diem
The gift of life
is a word unspoken
Hurried words
are buried words,
made of glass,
that burst into
into orange tangerine
flames, as words
singe the earth
Words are buried
deep beneath the
pinecone trees,
like a wood beetle,
digging for words unspoken
Words should never die
because they walk
on hallowed ground,
beneath the holy grail
of words unspoken
Unsaid words sail
like ships at night,
in the Caspian Sea
words ebb and flow like
crested waves, endlessly
these words restored my soul
If these words
can reach your soul,
then, let them be
words unspoken
Categories:
caspian sea, imagination, inspirational, introspection, words,
Form: Free verse
Woman!
Tenderness
Dissolves
Through
Your eyes glance
Like a young water stream
That makes his way
Through the Mississippi
Time,
Space,
Big towns,
Villages,
Corn and soybean fields,
Desert and dunes,
The Atlantic,
The Caspian Sea,
Dissolve
At the edge
Of your lips.
Categories:
caspian sea, art, imagination, inspirational, love,
Form: I do not know?