A two edged knife that deluges us
With both the midlife and afterlife
Like a tempest,
It sways us to ruination and obscurity
Then hoists us to reclamation and lucidity
The circle of life!
It steers us through despair and hope
And leaves us in a state of mélange
Where the failure to reset once more
Becomes the anchor of our setback
And the attempt to reignite dead flames
Births the strength to thrive!
(C) PoeticLord
Banks did not burst,
just a dribbling bladder of river
leaked into our back yards.
It drooled over damp roots,
seeped into groundhog holes,
into ditches, where winter debris
had already washed-up.
The water rose in some places,
to at least half an inch,
we made phone calls to each other,
imaginations spilling over,
into memories of past inundations.
Some put on rubber boots,
and armed with brooms,
swept the ripples away.
Biblical deluges were discussed,
will the garden ornaments rust?
We watched sparrows bathing.
No geese or ducks landed.
Nothing sailed off over the fields.
A sulky cat was retrieved,
from a shallow puddle.
The mail was cataclysmically late.
It’s an almighty responsibility to irrigate the land.
Sending April showers when torrents are in demand.
To control cloud bursts with symphonic precision.
It takes all my skill and planning to make a decision.
I rain for children to have fun, play and splash about.
I send deluges of much needed water to eradicate drought.
Glorious precipitation when ceased creates a vivid rainbow.
Water to cleanse the cities and for flowers and crops to grow.
When I rain in the Summer my glistening falls are well met.
If I join the storm and signal its onslaught it’s grumbling I get.
I especially like to rain crystal droplets where rivers are flowing.
I rain over lakes keeping wildlife growing. I am special, its worth knowing.
I love how wè live faraway
From the noise and voices
Echoing like dominoes falling
fast and faster into the abyss
Of destruction.
I love how we live safely,
We think, as long as the world
Stays confined within electronic
Devices like caged birds, wings
Beating breezes into deluges.
I love how we live unmolested
By the sharp edges of violence,
The softness of sun when it rises
And when it sets buttresses our fortress
Of blindness.
I stand barefoot eyes open sometimes closed but as I stare into the grey abyss that deluges rain and its oh divine potent power. It is cogent that we are mere cells of a bigger picture in the eyes of something wiser and older than time. I see the birds fly in a perfect circle as if it is the crown of a powerful being gratifying its presence and that it has heard our prayers. I only catechize and exhort for an answer what hands push the droning wall of grey mass halting everything in time. We are his loyal fireflies we are his altruistic doves.
Why should I tolerate?
You should tolerate
when the girl you loved hugs you.
You can’t breathe.
But respired the heat.
You should tolerate
when the boy you loved holds your hand.
You can’t make a move.
But felt the pulse.
You should tolerate
when the rain deluges you.
You can’t walk.
But sensed the fish kissed your foot.
You should tolerate
when the string of guitar snapped.
You can’t hear.
But hit the vibration of air.
You should tolerate
when the child cries.
You can’t find the reasons of unknown.
But saw the tears rolling on chin.
seasonal silliness
late winter whimsy
sneaky downpours hit then run ~
season of rainbows
sun and storms play tag
unexpected rain showers ~
frisky thunder storms
clouds play peek-a-boo
drizzles turn to deluges ~
time to plant tulips
wind tickles new leaves
giggles leave dewdrop buttons ~
no more frost freeze tag
raindrops play chopsticks
in rhythmic syncopations ~
equinox mischief
3-6-23
Screams, Screeches, groans and wails
Let me tell you Agonies’ tales
And of bullets, bombs and pellet guns
For a person with Heart must know these pains
kids are blinded; men are jailed..
Women are molested; the old are tortured..
Lucky, You have a home and a steak to fry
Billions starve and sleep under the frigid Sky
Jungles of wars are scrambling Humanity
Sighs are ruling the throne of sweet Melodies
Deluges of Tears removing the rainbows of joy
Atrocities bewitching the innocent lives to get destroy
Yet you say this world is beautiful.. ?
That it is benign and bountiful...?
May be yeah… for you... as you are at peace!
Come out of your little Palace...
And you will see...
Sky painting itself red...!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams...
Birds with trimmed wings...
Blood ocean... barren trees... burnt houses...
Teared eyes... and shattered bodies….
Earth is ugly .... Eartians savage...
Earth is a cage...
Earth is but a jixed place....!!
5-22_22
Paghunda Zahid
Screams, Screeches, groans and wails
Let me tell you Agonies’ tales
And of bullets, bombs and pellet guns
For a person with Heart must know these pains
Here somewhere, kids are blinded; men are jailed
Women are molested; the old are tortured
Lucky, You have a home and a steak to fry
Billions starve and sleep under the frigid Sky
The wild jungles of wars scrambled Humanity
Sighs took over the the throne of sweetest Melody
Deluges of tears washed off the rainbows of joy
Atrocities eager for innocent lives to get destroy
Yet you say the world is beautiful.. ?
That it is benign and bountiful...?
May be yes, for you… as you are at peace!
Come out of your little Palace...
And you will find...
Sky painting itself red...!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams
Birds with trimmed wings
Blood ocean... barren trees... burnt houses...
Teared eyes... and shattered bodies….
People live their lives in fear everywhere
Along Syria, Yemen, Palestine and Kashmir
Earth is ugly, jinxed and savage
For humanity sobs, as her soul is damaged
26-7-20 (Paghunda)
(This was my first poem on soup, reposted it with some changes)
Banks did not burst,
just a full bladder of river leaking
into our back yards.
It drooled over
the low steps of high roots,
into groundhog holes,
into the ditches where winter debris
had already washed-up.
As the water inched
we made phone calls to each other,
imaginations spilling over
into memories of past inundations.
Some put on rubber boots
and armed with brooms
swept the ripples away.
Biblical deluges were discussed.
Will the garden ornaments rust?
We watched sparrows bathing.
No geese or ducks landed.
Nothing sailed off over the fields.
A damp sulky cat
was retrieved from a puddle.
The mail was cataclysmically late.
O God!
by Qateel Shifai
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Torture my heart, O God!
If you so desire, leave me a madman, O God!
Have I asked for the moon and stars?
Enlighten my heart and give my eyes sight, O God!
We have all seen this disk called the sun,
Now give us a real dawn, O God!
Either relieve our pains here on this earth
Or make my heart granite, O God!
***
Hereafter
by Qateel Shifai
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Since we met and parted, how can we sleep hereafter?
Lost in each others' remembrance, must we not weep hereafter?
Deluges of our tears will keep us awake all night:
Our eyelashes strung with strands of pearls, hereafter!
Thoughts of our separation will sear our grieving hearts
Unless we immerse them in the cooling moonlight, hereafter!
If the storm also deceives us, crying Qateel!,
We will scuttle our boats near forsaken shores, hereafter.
Muse on the loose
Boundless rumination ..
is like
meandering abyssal,
as plethora
of thoughts deluges,
Unable to
find direction,
Diving endlessly,
Till a poem
born at last
merely by default.
Written Sept 8th, 2016
For contest "Muse on the loose" by John lawless
web-tide of briny in cerebellum
don't know how much depth it has
non liquid sensation rolls there in
travels different places from with in
communicate through acute channels
a dark zone covered by skull sky
pictures many things deserve or not
as per strength deluges thoughts
in its soft screen
She's all alone,
having left her parent's home;
a free bird, a truant, a hobo she's,
who couldn't stand discipline anymore!
She loves aho to rock, rollick, gyrate
and ball to thy rhythm and rhyme O' poet!
But lo, so tender she's, the language bud.
Tend her with little, little sprinkles sweet
of nectarine muse till blossoms full
in to a flower with dripping deluges of honey.
Be a true poet...sensitive, sensible and sensuous...
make love with her to make her happy...
All this care and caution I have to say O' Poet,
since I know of those Professors
and grammarians,
who try to rape.
Here I lost in a midst Of darkest sky;
the plane I rested therein carry
me into the dark cloudiness, where
It all of a sudden vanished.
My soul deluges with haste
like the rain falling from
the blossomless sky. The stars that
are to rescue me are brittle;
throw at me their dimples smile
You-----you engulfed my smile
with your absorbing heart as
leaves engulfed in the months
of hottest sunshine. Your
warmth vows pore upon me icicles.
Here I bury my head,
hope you see me,
hope you see me in
amidst of abyssal lake
Originated from my eyes.
I am sinking
I am sinking.
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