It was break time in the Jungle
The elephant took his chance
To ask the lady hippo
If she'd like to dance.
The Leo Lion Combo,
Sax drums guitar and bass,
Mightily played away
So music filled the space.
Twenty seven giraffe
Employed just for the night
Carried rigs to Illuminate
From their great height,
With strobes and spots
And dimmers and flash.
The Zebra formation troupe
Performed with zeal and dash.
The chimp in the corner
Made obeisance to the Gnu
As they joined the Palais Glide
Proceeding two by two by two.
The jungle buzzed and jived
During this daily break
Until the back to work buzzer
Was sounded by a duty snake.
The daily truce was over,
The Bush baby decided to beat it
Before some hungry carnivore
Tried to catch and eat it.
The tempo had been fast
The rhythm nice and loose
And the animals had enjoyed
Their daily pre lunch truce.
Back to normal in the jungle,
Twenty four hours to survive
Until the excitement of
The next daily Jungle Jive.
Bow to your partner
Then take your chance
To make good your escape
After the last notes of the dance.
Categories:
dimmers, africa, dance, fantasy, happiness,
Form: Rhyme
A merrier night is coming...
grab your flutes and guitars,
your trumpets and drums
to make music and praise Him;
can the shadows of fear
keep us prisoners in our home?
Aren't we tired of the bad news
that is so hard to hear;
can our hope be dwindling,
'till it dimmers and starts fading?
Stroll down the empty street
and wake up everyone asleep,
this is a night of divine joy;
of thousands of ringing bells,
of voices singing happy carols!
Sing louder than you can
and proclaim, Jesus the Savior,
who's humble and human...
this is not an ordinary baby boy,
but a glorious king we all adore!
A merrier night is coming,
forget all the worries for one evening
and join the band of excited hearts,
they have come out of their houses
to honor him with music and song;
a merrier night is coming,
play your flutes and drums,
your trumpets and guitars...
while others go caroling
in the cold and snowy evening!
Categories:
dimmers, child, christmas, hope, love,
Form: Lyric
Moving out feels much sadder
than moving in, more gladder--
which is poor grammar
for severance of love's embodied glamour.
Packing up
feels more like packing in
and down,
cutting ties with my own stage,
this playful working space,
for everyday self
and other witnessing life
love
hate
joy
anger
courage
fear
healing
suffering
Not a fabulously grand stage
but my intimate memories
triggered by damp basement
through dusty attic,
inside resonant
and outside growing resilient,
front yard exhibitions
and back yard more inhibited glimmers
and shivers,
dimmers
and emotive rivers
Moving out
without regard for loss
feels too surgical,
masochistic,
violent dross,
silent shriek of bad faith,
cross,
divestment from personal
political
economic
cultural placement
more sacredly cherished
than secularly calculated
in clock time to move on.
My best therapeutic intent
to know I leave this tiny spot of Earth
at least as healthy
and beautiful
as I have found her
while unpacking
in her abandoned
neglected
bramble thorned sadness
inviting my hope-filled gladness
too few years ago.
Categories:
dimmers, conflict, happiness, health, home,
Form: Free verse
You don’t need a log on a fire.
You don’t need a soft sheepskin rug;
Just a comfortable place
That you’ve made your own space
And, if lucky, a smile or a hug.
Forget all those candles and dimmers
Or potpourri wafting above;
When you’re home in your nest
What most people like best
Is to know you’re surrounded by love.
Categories:
dimmers, home,
Form: Rhyme
BRIGHT EYES
silver glittering
of stars against black velvet
skies, luminaries
keeping watch over mankind
as eyes turn up their dimmers
11/30/2017
4 or 5 line poem
Categories:
dimmers, night,
Form: Tanka
The words that I may express is wisdom of god in which I shield with waterproof wisdom guides that when spoken in his name I will acknowledge and use 100 percent etc of my time and to endlessly time that I have to display and shown from a main attraction that brighten the rooms dimmers. In our words we may spill much more than we express or how we language words that's hard to sigh.
Categories:
dimmers, blessing, faith, god,
Form: Free verse
Been over several months and
I haven't let go of you.
It's Christmas Eve and the
thought of you brings me to
tears.
Seeing the untouched pale
skin on my finger puts my mind
in dark a place.
Without hesitation, I slash my
wrist with the used blade that
you had stabbed me with.
As blood drips on the royal
blue blanket, you once have
gave me, I realize, there is no
going back.
I wrap the belt, your belt,
around my neck. In the closet
that both of us know inside and
out.
As I finally kick the stool from
under myself.
The weight on my shoulders
from the world pushes my body
towards the earth as this noose
of despair slowly tightens until
I no long can breath.
As the memories of us slowly
fade to darkness. And the
bright light I thought you were,
slowly dimmers.
Each gasp of air I try to take.
Only brings the pain You
caused back.
My last and final thought
forces it self Into my depleting
oxygen brain...
The thought that always and
will stay with me.... I miss
you...
Categories:
dimmers, suicide
Form: ABC
I'm Arun Joy
For discomfort you shall see
Sombre, but I am ploy
Never but I am 'we'
Deem me arrogant for thine dreams I purview
Gleaming relevant in sorrow streams I eschew
In the class of chemistry a girl shimmers in awe
She pass all so splendidly like a pearl dimmers in sprawl
A sensitive heart of tears
For the bearer you seclude
Presence set apart of fears
As the stranger you include
Lest I forget the quaint Professor Anup Nair
An ode beset for being, never, doctrinaire
I love to be loved
But for a momentary gleam
A dove from above sparkles
In a dignitary stream
I'm Arun Joy
Categories:
dimmers, depression, love, pain, stress,
Form: Rhyme
My thoughts are caught on a cattle grid
Tractor tyres rumble over my ideas
The farmer's wife's bosom holds all the secrets
To an emporium of scent and voluptuous spheres
The bell rings for dinner and the daylight dimmers
The cows are a lowing and the z's climb for the clouds
It's night time in the Sussex Downs
Categories:
dimmers, farm, humorous,
Form: Verse
First blow of chill wind,
whips me hard with blinding sand;
my vision dimmers losing the hazed horizon's sight...
hours earlier a cloudless sky was very blue and bright.
The long walks in the sad dunes
have ended, so will the flights of strayed balloons;
Will I miss the warm afternoons and breezy nights with the lunar sheen...
when the foaming waves reached my sandy toes and washed them clean?
My pensive look follows a falling star
without hearing its loud shattering on a rock,
which darkness has hidden from the silver moonbeams...
but all the mystery and silence abruptly end as my solitude begins.
Categories:
dimmers, nostalgia, peace, sea,
Form: Rhyme
When the chilly weather arrives to northern zones:
feel its frigidity slowly enter the tiny pores of your skin,
and penetrate your unprepared and shivering bones...
snow may be coming soon, even before the jolly Christmastime;
and if snowflakes is what you crave, hear those silver bells chime.
If I were a kid, on a snowboard I would ride
to feel the thrill of magical winter everywhere...
have you noticed how peaceful it is outside?
I lean on the windowsill to stare at the monotonous, white sky...
underneath it, all trees are covered with snow so fluffy and dry.
It would be nice to hear the warbling of a timid canary,
to melt away some of the boredom in this afternoon,
because no joyful words can be written without harmony...
not even a painter would feel inspired as in other seasons,
unless restlessness forces him to paint snowy sceneries.
I should brave the cold and take a brief walk,
making the first footprints in the soft snow...
greeting folks I often meet by the oldest oak;
and conversing with them on the same park bench, I can reminisce past winters...
and as our loud laughter echoes through the solitary pine groves, daylight dimmers.
Categories:
dimmers, children, friendship, nature, peace,
Form: Quintain (English)