FOR IX : EMIGRATING FRIEND
Fly lightly IX within Merlin’s wings
may your Mohican pony-tail
grow thick and strong
may Africa kiss America
with gentle sensation long
may salty breath of Cape Town
mingle with New York ~
may clear sub-atomic particles
continue to dance in humble service
with harmonious Awareness
may two crows and all Duality
dissolve into Unity
via your Trinity
We release you into
Big Apple arms beguiling
knowing you will not be
swallowed at an unknown core
as dual citizenry is but a feeble
stop to Total Dissolution’s door
the Truth is IX
your disposition is
Pure and your belonging
is everywhere
sure
Categories:
emigrating, character, city, emotions, friend,
Form: Free verse
Emigrating birds swirling
in perfect, frantic sequence;
how delightful and exciting
is to watch their dance!
Who doesn't cherish their return?
It's the beauty and the essence
observed at a minimal distance...
as their wide wings turn auburn!
Categories:
emigrating, beauty, bird, dance, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
The Election result is a kill-joy
And has a man made a boy:
A result so blunt I’m trying ketamine;
That should my recovery determine
My BP should’ve been key issue
And its treatment a Toilet Tissue …
A woman has captured my capital
And what’s next if not Hospital?
The whole stuff taken to any doorstep
And claiming to have watched my every step …
My eyes have been fed humbling scores,
Another shutting of my political doors
An angering spread sheet on my lap
Underscoring my defeat by a gap.
And I swear animals what these portend,
Birds to laugh if I do them contend …
Right now A chairwoman Elect!
And they wouldn’t me select.
Already, I can see her sky-scraping head gear
And celebratory fanfare in high gear
Artificial eye-lashes one can glimpse from hundred meters
And music-powering generator with hundred litres …
And guess I’m emigrating to Dakar
Or to far-off fourth Africa
Or perhaps nearer Niamey …
No eye-lashes wearer will chair me.
Categories:
emigrating, community, cry, political, woman,
Form: Rhyme
A surreal vision
dreamlike and bizarre.
I felt as if I were in the throes
of a turbulent blazing blizzard,
a throbbing pulsating migraine
almost static in fermentation.
It gnawed intensively at my innards,
atrocious labor pains.
She put a small wet warm towel
Right on my forehead.
Then relief.
A calming of the spirit,
ethereal, soft, relaxing.
A vision of vastness
dotted by languid lakes,
rippling rivulets,
autumn-colored trees,
eternal waterfalls,
and myriads of emigrating geese.
I slept, feeling you besides me,
warm, homely, and satisfying.
Precisely why I loved you.
22 April 2021
Placed 1
Writing Prompt - Ache - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
emigrating, love, pain,
Form: Free verse
Fall time and it’s freezing
Poles are cold
Walls are green
See the others sneezing
Time just seems to slip away
As the ruby trees wither
Rosemary streets slither
While the talons touch the season
Turning tides rise and fall
Timbers telling treasons
Cults eviscerate taverns
Tumbling rocks they stall
Emigrating egrids eagerly expostulate
Against snails in grass
Whilst gold changes brass
Monasteries monitor maneured man
Categories:
emigrating, art, blue, crush, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Power's purpose is shared authority
within a responsive range
of freedom with other responsible neighbors
other reasonable,
non-paranoid,
non-egocentric,
non-violent people
other well-fed and watered animals
other nurturing root systems
empowered by other nutritional generations now past
our future integrity potential
power of Here/Now co-authority.
And with each authoritative eco-mission
steps responsible passion
co-responsive left foot, then right,
left...
slow revolutionary emigrating eco-normic-logic
with immigrating ego responses
to what travels between free authority to speak
and bonded responsibility to listen
As issues prioritize
spawn and nurture
double-binding patriarchal missions
with matriarchal passion
wombing EarthTribe re-issues,
challenges for yet unbalanced integrity
of positive/negative energy
Health of all remaining sacred generations
now with burning and decaying secular regenerations
of EarthTribe power's co-responsible passions
Especially gratitude for ego's homeless distress
Authority to raise
and nourish
Eco's responsive nest.
Categories:
emigrating, destiny, earth, environment, health,
Form: Political Verse
Living in a jobless country, thousands emigrating every month,
Long gone are the times of the Celtic tiger and the Irish punt.
The economy has collapsed into a heap on the floor,
A depressing recession is hard to ignore.
Politicians are greedy and getting more desperate,
Now this country is turning into a cesspit.
Honestly dishonesty is at an all-time high,
Profiteering politicians telling lie after lie.
They expect us to believe them, but it’s clearly all lies,
It’s so obvious you can see it without opening your eyes.
Rent and homelessness increasing, too expensive to be leasing,
Health and education decreasing while politicians keep fleecing.
And that phony Simon Coveney is nothing but a clown,
Do you really think he cares about the people in your town?
Democracies don’t become corrupt overnight, this takes time,
Slowly but surely it starts to decline.
Categories:
emigrating, anger, ireland, political, trust,
Form: Rhyme
Ruth,a lovely lady of Moab,
Nearly always picked up the tab;
Gav her mother-in-law a helping hand,
Emigrating back to her distant homeland;
Naomi quickly returned the compliment,
Matchmaking bing her special bent;
The romance of Boaz and Ruth,
Crossing wealth & caste,showed such love can last;
As grandson Jesse put forth his root,
From which sprang forth the eternal Truth.
Categories:
emigrating, history, love,
Form: Epic
It is so sad that many a young ones has to go
Reminding us so much of our ancient pasts
Emigrating to build a better future themselves
Leaving behind those whom they love for now
Accepting they don't know how the future fare
Never a day goes without them in our thought
Days are hard without them being near to us
Categories:
emigrating, family, future,
Form: Acrostic
Emma was my granny, German born gal,
from Alsace-Lorraine, her will was homespun.
Her mom had six young children to corral -
emigrating in eighteen eighty-one.
Enduring the trip 'cross the waves alone
Pop had come early to find them a place.
With folks like hers, Emma kept up the pace -
hard-working, trust-worthy, independent.
Dark-haired beauty with a smile on her face,
my Emma could handle any event.
Categories:
emigrating, grandmother,
Form: Dizain
Nancy,
Dementia rocks n drags ya down,
"what am i doing in this bloody town,
who is this tart, with a shielas frown,
says she loves me, looks fly blown,
couldn't be the gal I own,
i'm emigrating now-sers" :(
Don Johnson
Constance La France ` A Rambling Poet ~
Contest Name A Short Poem, Please
~For old Joe the guy that used to know me, in the nursing home~
Categories:
emigrating, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
On Emigrating To Iceland After Iraq
Consider first the Alabama heat.
Consider next the toad
still as a turd on this rural bridge
rupture slung across a stream
where offal floats,
where clumps are belching.
Note the toad, the reeks
that genie up beside it.
Then remember Iceland
and the freshets of its Spring.
Iceland had no toads,
no reeks to genie up beside them.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
emigrating, war
Form: Free verse
All the wayward words
mock me for inadequacy.
I remain detached from meaning,
emigrating to eloquence of wordless solitude.
The hymen breaks.
Dumb poems cry. I don’t want to be buried
in ruins of daydreams.
Sandstorms have a strange melancholy, holocaust.
A legitimate uprooting of faith.
Sometimes I feel a hot patch
of sun on my face.
One moon away was my cool,
abode in a green painting,
but the frost never melted.
This darkness is only companion,
I will talk to winds.
The comments on riddles will continue.
A selection of memories,
will make my meditation.
The friction in history was shame.
May be love will win.
Satish Verma
Categories:
emigrating, dedication, imagination, inspirational, natural
Form: ABC
Ruth,a lovely lady of Moab,
Nearly always picked up the tab;
Gav her mother-in-law a helping hand,
Emigrating back to her distant homeland;
Naomi quickly returned the compliment,
Matchmaking bing her special bent;
The romance of Boaz and Ruth,
Crossing wealth & caste,showed such love can last;
As grandson Jesse put forth his root,
From which sprang forth the eternal Truth.
Categories:
emigrating, faith, people, Grandson,
Form: Epic
You are old I am young
You have love I have none.
"Look. Look at those flocks of birds emigrating south!
They’re escaping with regular wing beats, crying farewell."
Tomorrow would be a good day to die
Today a good tomorrow
Dying must be strange, nonsense life is strange
We wait for nothing yet nothing will come
I never hoped you would accept an invitation to my farewell party
We wait for nothing yet nothing will come
Yes, like Fassbinder
Yes, like Veronica Voss
I owe my soul to the company store
Finishing Line Press. Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008
www.FinishingLinePress.com
Categories:
emigrating, art, death, nostalgia, passion,
Form: Ode
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