Rare should Nature come to my house
I would go, my dream fires to douse.
Rivers can’t come to me,
I’ll go there them to see,
Swim if I can or not, no grouse.
Mountains high, small hills, lakes, meadows,
Countless trees and sun and shadows…
Farmers in nature’s care,
Fragrant forests so fair,
None will come in care of my cause.
They work hard in natural rhyme,
I’ll go, for I respect their time
And will keep going there
My diffidence to dare,
Not in spare time, in time so prime.
If Nature can’t come to my house,
I’ll have to go-- this home-held mouse
Pay homage as it were
And clear years of false air,
Call ‘tis of heart, of head nor nous.
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Musings | 02.12.2025 | adventure, freedom, house, nature, limerick
Note: Watching a river water filled in a bottle is no substitute to going out to a freely flowing river amidst nature. Man seems to have castled him in a bottle of circumstances, still pretending to sing a song of freedom. To snap this imagined shackle with which man ties him in knots, he must go out to meet Nature. Here is that song of freedom. Only when man learns to be with Nature, he will learn to respect it.
I recount the nights of faint, distant glows —
the dimmed party lights of summer —
of silenced streaks of fleeing light, tassels of clouds
adorned in fleeting whites,
on the broad balcony of the west, when the
incidents on the large vestibule of the sun sum up
their lives and times on seasons’ palimpsests.
The wild party closes by the stretch of the twenty-first hour.
Darkness, frightened, creeps in with the stealth of a departing thief,
the coyness and diffidence of an undocumented harlot.
Twilight aids the shut eyes of young irreverent bats;
drunk with summer's furiously spouting liquors,
like the denizens of an unclothed city, they fly low,
with gambolling wings, propelled by unseen strands of evening gales,
shadowing briefly the glints of pimping stars eager to witness the next day’s
orgy.
If mothers didn't bear children,
we wouldn't hear their screams
while they're laughing aloud
and are having lots of fun;
love them and be always blessed,
sparkle enthusiasm and dreams!
If lovely spring stopped blooming,
how sad we would feeling emptiness;
and strolling down the flowerless paths
we wouldn't hear a bird warbling!
If we only loved ourselves, not others
it would be the shallowest existence;
how inhumane would be such a negligence
when the indifference harms inner feelings!
If all we are after is self-gratification,
we miss the sense and essence of logic;
we must love sincerely, not with forced intention...
trashing worthless thoughts that aren't authentic!
If we considered empathy and shunned all differences
to deter prejudices that confer altruism and diffidence,
we would in no time elevate love to the ultimate bliss;
where disdain stirs anger, goodwill instills confidence!
Their intimacy is gloved,
moments dovetail
in a tea-room.
I color-in implied gestures,
listen to the ambience
of undertones.
They enter a confessional space
lips linger over shared visions,
oracles only they can read.
Lipstick on China cups,
the twirled edge of a napkin,
the unclasped mouth of a purse;
pieces arranged on a white tablecloth
of magnetic intimations.
They are both attractive
yet in different ways,
together they impart
a comforting confidentiality;
bring to this small space
a delicate allurement.
I sense a wry tilt into humor,
a deeper conversation surfaces
as they settle the bill.
Leaving the warmth of the tea house
they kiss
but only lightly upon cheeks,
no flamboyance,
yet the inferred diffidence
is far more telling.
One of them seems to carry
the other's onus of care
sheltering her body from the cold.
I have a brief impulse to follow,
to stay awhile
in their mutual life raft.
These observations I record here,
are moments
to be contemplated only later
with closed eyes.
Dancing
In the cut of the sun
We don't go out anymore
Honey coated air
Swirling silence
Beckoning an empty mind
Lie still always fleeting
Like a memory
Roaming through echos
Of an ode to holding you
So close to quell familiar
Thoughts of diffidence
I desire to feel muted
Like curtains drawn
As I pray the haze of morning
Dew-like molasses dripping
So the day holds
Just a little longer
So we don't go out
I yearn for a quiet love
Beneath these blankets of
Tangled flesh
Guiles
Gone miles
Morning sun
Diffidence shun
Golden crown well-spun
Orbit does run
Like war won
In styles
Smiles
18 August 2022
The Not Quite Sonnet of Not Quite Success
Play by the rules, or at least the principles
Then you’ll make a difference
Shake off the praise with diffidence
And yet it ends of ostensible
Maybe those with more organization
And less knowledge and skills
Can rise to a pay grade that pays many more bills
And idealization and realization reach a point of conflation
And a drink on a Friday night
And a few extra curves
Bring a loss of position and a few extra nerves
And a bitterness that brings doubt to hindsight
The cycle begins and it ends
With the means and the ends
As I write my brain whispers
wicked words of doubt
soft as a newborn’s sleepy sigh
the babbling of a bubbling brook
before it suddenly begins to shout
screeching like the ear piercing
feedback from stereo speakers
shrieking shrilly as a hot teapot
booming low as a bass drum
beating in a repetitive rhythm
while horned demons with their
cloven hooves dance madly
amid the cacophony of chaos
chanting a malevolent mantra
of loathing and discontent
wielding daggers of diffidence
they drive deep into my confidence
blood dripping from the blades
the silence of those outside myself
nodding apathetic assent
Our Life of Cheap pretense
We could watch through a lens
For its failures to yield us a half pence
Or deliver crisp commonsense;
One’s decided airs of pretense
A mere sitting on the fence,
As one feels not life as it is tense
Nor The Original Writer help his pens…
I’d start questioning the essence
Of A Talkative playing reticence
Of the-choking-with-diffidence
Enacting Mr. President’s confidence.
Every man to the nearest lens
For his rowed-like-a-boat pretense,
In glass and water mirrors
Picking all its unhelpful errors.
Wondrously divine in its transcendence
God’s love* affirms kindness of providence
Radiating tender mercy’s resplendence
Defying any counter evidence….
My heart does claim with grateful confidence.
Marked by compassionate condescendence
Christ’s love is offered with heaven’s credence
Midst His sacrifice against impudence
Asserting biblical jurisprudence…
My faith accepts along praise-filled prudence.
Wrought with sovereign superintendence
The Lord’s love marches through grace-incidence
Redeeming those in sin-guilt despondence
Pardoning them from confessed decadence…
My soul receives midst earnest dependence.
Blest to grant everlasting residence
Saviour’s love gives hope of trust’s precedence
From hell’s eternal evil dissidence
Imputing righteousness with peace cadence…
My life owns against selfish diffidence.
*1John 4:9 In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.
January 21, 2022
2nd place "This or That, Vol 9; Title Chosen: Transcendence" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 1/25/2022.
They can be a lot heavy: The Shoulder;
By the dying felt like boulders;
And one keeps groaning: The Carrier,
As their weight become scarier!
They are the parts we hold high
And passers-by confront confidence
We lower them and there’s “A why?...
On-lookers sniffing diffidence
When shoulders portray blocks,
One has been frequenting the gym
And if as rounded as clocks,
One ceases to seem trim…
Our shoulders now cry for support;
A glance and you pick this report;
Mostly, a tailor-woven pad:
Tops without it Ancient and sad…
Where scorers of goals are joyously left,
The ones who squandered them never kept.
Remember the day
Apron strings loosed,untied
as maternal voices faltered and cried
Remember the day
When a soprano voice lost its elan
and a boy became a man
Remember the day
Peer pressure would not hide
and diffidence was replaced with pride
Remember the day
Desire,with warm whispers heard
questions,answered with just three words
Remember the day
Filled with joy and love
a union blessed from above
Remember the day
Holding a first-born,so wee
as two self-absorbed,became three
Remember the day
Trust was born-a-new
a changed life came into view
Remember the day
Genesis as a work of art
with gifts to share and impart
Remember the day
| Year Posted 2009
subtitled: The Bolder Boys (rivals of The Golden Girls)
written for a word bank contest - twenty really weird ones
Two graying seniors with appalling chimera
bantering back and forth - mental meandering.
Be it mirage or dreams from another era -
they diminish the other's philandering.
Fanfaronade - from high school boys I would expect
now it re-appears in quite perceptible measures
from our retired magistrate whom I quite suspect
of erroneous accounts of addled pleasures.
While his cohort, an erratic ex-engineer
relates with brazen gibberish his tete a tetes.
At one time more clear and swift of eye and ear,
on blogs they ordain to publish communiqués.
I have found no diffidence which they jeopardize
making harmless though delectable advances,
Noted but honest attempts to digitize
their forte, their skill in dubious romances.
I offered an honorarium of great size
for the first one who would divest his florid page
of any contentious items - to sanitize. .
Gaga girlfriends grin and gush. They're cute at this age.
September 18, 2021
“oh hermit, listen to your loving heart
for that is where bliss ignition restarts”
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Blind
to tears
yet unshed,
as also deaf
to the entreaty
of diffidence muted,
clumsy, callous, eristic,
bigot living life in stupor
epitomises primitive man,
accidentally in human body.
Identity manifest here transient;
introspection revealing to us
coordinate at which we are.
If lower cravings attract,
that is where we begin
our self improvement
in soft silence,
contouring
self with
love.
09-December-2020
A awakened conscience ,hides beneath a mask of futility,transfixed by myths,struggles with inner strife and imperfections of conceit.Filled now with hope,diffidence is replaced by pride,our sensibilties embrace innocence,sweet and terse our arms bring love near,awakened ,ideas fly free.
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