When you don't have desire
do you have a purpose?
Upon the edge of life
my brain reflects images
of what has been
flickering randomly
black and white than blackness
Light absorbs my being
illuminated I ascend
far from human realm
I glide onward into an ocean of
eternal space
seeing all I saw
hearing all I heard
feeling numb
sound like the waves surging the beach
Brightness chills
light engulfs
forever onward
glowing within
my eyes flame
poof
sparkling ember dying light
settle on the ledge of being
darkness besieges
without voice my mind screams
flames within my palms
hands wave round and round
darkness retreats
as light flickers
I stand alone toes clutching the edge
nothingness
alone but full
fall back furling into remnants of am
light soft comforts
Home.
With bent backs, aching bones, and withered hands
We unfurled sail beneath a glorious moon
Which painted you softly on the jeweled night
Your smile glistened as you stood at the bow
Our canvas full we braved a quiet bay
With the barest breeze trailing in our wake
The wind deserted us upon a silken sea
Furling our sails tight against the spruce mast
We tossed our anchor into a white sprayed splash
Venturing below deck we latched the hatch
Turning up the radio with feisty, rollicking rock
Yeehaw Grandma shrilled this eager Grandpa
As our wood hulled boat shattered the glassy sea
Pitching port and starboard with roll and wrenching yaw
Our ancient bones arose at morn through a popped-up hatch
To find a blushing dawn caressing the sky.
I try to smile,
But the more I smile, the more my eyebrows curl.
Now I need to speak, but I don’t think I can speak without shouting!
I’m rocking a bit now.
Which is making the floor shift and creak and my chair is about to crash through the floor.
My eyebrows are furling and my fingers are curling.
And the furling is ugly and makes me look like an old lady.
I’m thinking and trying to create more time by thinking slowly and gently.
But it’s loud. My thoughts are so loud.
The room is getting more distant.
The walls are creaking in tune with the floor.
They’re looking at me!
The waiter, and my friends are looking at me!
They’re aging and furling and curling.
The garlic chicken.
Yes, the garlic chicken please.
And water.
Water always helps me.
And the moment is over.
I am filled with awe
Everytime I look at you
A wondrous kiss of view
That comforts and cradles
All we see and feel
To breathe in and keep
A frame that moves
Holding life infinite
After burning the night
The day does not
Return in vain
The sun beams pulling
At my heart strings
The light descends with purpose
Each ray in hope it sends
Each stream reinventing
Waterfalls to rivers
To seas to mighty oceans
A leaf like a flag un-furling
Against a sky of blue
Filling trees to build us canopies
Animals birds flowers
Bees and butterflies
Just to name a few!
6.7.22
Twilight waved me sadly sighing, adieu,
Furling her rosy hue; cautioning me.
Earie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach,
But alone I dream here with piercing pains.
The label I hide on the wine bottle,
A label of a shirt she bought for me,
Which I fondly kept as a souvenir
Of my final visit home...years ago.
They told me of the psycho cat’s demise,
And of horror stories that haunts a beach,
Yet I've got no place better now to dream:
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine.
*A 1st Place* win in the following contest (judged on Nov. 11, 2020)
Oct. 24, 2020
Collaborate With Me Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
If only you knew the width of his love,
The breadth of his love, and you simply knew how…
How he sighs, and how his dark clouds of sighs
Explode; and how flood does his head-high rise;
If you knew, how his tongue, by furling its wings,
Snorts, and with untold pains he gravely wrings;
How dreadful darts of love piers his heart;
And how blood floods and blots this piece of art.
If only you knew the depth of his love,
The breadth of his love, and you simply knew how…
How deep in his dreams, he sighs to say you
He loves you, and yearns to love you - anew.
If only you knew…if only you knew…
If only you knew…how deeply he loves you.
*HM Placement* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 30, 2020)
Oct. 24, 2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(35) any theme any form Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand
*A 2nd Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 26, 2020)
Oct. 24, 2020
If only you knew Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Silent One
Lustrous laureled leaves in autumn silently reap,
Brown bland blisters of trampled grey soil in bay,
Glorious golden glee blankets my dreams in sleep.
Withered warm whispers in wet pastures seep,
Midway merging November winds to Winter neigh,
Lustrous laureled leaves in autumn silently reap.
Thousand tattered treasures revive slumber deep,
Calm crispy corridor covers secrets on the way,
Glorious golden glee blankets my dreams in sleep
Silver sumptuous snow solaces them who weep,
Intense iridescent incarnations of life each day,
Lustrous laureled leaves in autumn silently reap.
Wonderful white wisps wake desires, oh they leap,
Emerged effervescent existence born to fly away,
Glorious golden glee blankets my dreams in sleep.
Magnificent miraculous moments I joyously keep,
Frosty ferocious fears, fervent furling hopes sleigh,
Lustrous laureled leaves in autumn silently reap,
Glorious golden glee blankets my dreams in sleep.
June 21, 2020
Month of the year I like most Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
~Premiere Contest Winner: 5th Place
Impurrturbably Above it All
Hail, Ginger Majesty on high,
where on your royal ledge you lie.
Occasionally a glance you throw
On us unfortunates below,
A restless crew who daily pace
Compulsively from place to place.
Appearances may easily fool.
When masters serve, those kept shall rule.
When Ginger slinks through furling silk
It is to claim his cool fresh milk.
Human cares may humans stir.
Cats generally prefer to purr.
Them no falling stocks appal
Who today have got it all.
Cats, of course, aren’t always nice,
Especially to birds and mice.
First comes winter. The hardest to survive.
Cold and barren; the frost eats you alive.
Branches of hope bare; leaves of love decayed,
Around your heart and soul, you’ve built a barricade.
Next is the spring; winter gone at last.
The time for new life, no longer bound to your past.
Resilience gave you another chance;
Your refuse to look back now, not even a glance.
Now the summer, best season of all.
You think you’ve moved on, standing proud and tall.
Growing and blossoming towards the sky,
Barely remembering the last goodbye.
Darker nights now autumn is here,
Doubts create fog this time of year.
Leaves of joy and fulfilment are furling and falling,
Memories of lost love you just keep recalling.
Then winter strikes again, but not quite as strong,
You wonder why you still haven’t moved on.
Reliving every mistake and regret,
The frost bites your skin. It won’t let you forget.
The seasons repeat until you become winterless,
Your bark has healed, you are finally splinterless,
Life now a lattice of long summer, carefree spring,
But occasionally the autumn may sometimes creep in.
Or so that is what I hear,
But I still have winter as part of my year.
Well a hundred and forty six degrees of drip droop is a plant no longer upright. So uptight were the non furling leaves and stem. Plasma dormant. Formation formatted form fakes. And now begins the tidally adjusted bud. Loosely forever alone. With capacity of a land. An untameable free colour adaptable. Sap not a steeple of garden bed. Dig dig dig. Coloured cubes can clap. Cuticles of tinted petals. And a writhing growing mist. Alteration. Derailed. Alliteration deemed. Stepping stones then. Good. *** questionable honour *** adjudication z
Autumn arrives and trees are brown
Up comes the wind, leaves tumbling down
They do not make the slightest sound
Upon the ground they formed a tapestry of colors
Merrily furling and swirling as the wind comes puffing by
No seasons has such beauty as this autumnal face.
September 30, 2014:
Form: Acrostic
Sixth Place win
Seasonal Acrostic by Charlotte Puddifet
Walking along the lake under the trees brown
Up comes the wind, the leaves tumbling down
Furling and swirling as the wind comes puffing
When Falling down make not the slightest sound
Forming tapestry of scarlet, yellow, russet and brown
I have never ever seen such beauty in any season
Where the leaves look like flowers of different colors
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September 11, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
Seventh Place Win
Contest: One Autumn Day by P.D.
otra vez,otra vez`
I do, say and say again
I am the rock star of the ring
I risk my life again and again for fame,
Some might think of my passion
As just being poetic and practical
Or simply culture or unethical
However, nevertheless not when my life is on the line
Stronger than a herd of Buffaloes
Faster than the
Speed of a race horse,
He is now broken free of his corral
A streak of fury, rushes me
Despite my fear of dying,
My main focus is to
Take the bull down by its horn
>>
I looked deep into his eyes,
I saw mingling of rage
I carefully swung the cape,
A taunt of furling red
Aiming for its horns
The crowd roars, while
The old ladies sob for the bull
The men cheers for
Salvatore the Matador
Nothing more stimulating than the ladies
with the beautiful smiles
The bull is going to die
As a young man, I cast off my line
And sailed into life's sea
My destination was unknown
Just happy to be free
I oft sailed troubled waters
Furling sails til the time when
I'd ridden out the turbulence
And my seas were calm again
Each storm I met would leave it's mark
But it also helped me see
It's all part of the voyage
It made a stronger me
My trips took me to many shores
Each offered something new
I would fill my hold with knowledge
Then my anchor weigh anew
My moral compass set my course
Truth kept my vessel straight
Integrity filled out my sails
Friendship was my mate
But alas, this weary sailor
Knew when he should sail no more
Since time and tide had run their course
I set a course for shore
I sailed into life's harbor
Where my anchor came to rest
Threw my seabag on my shoulder
Full of memories from my quest.
I often open up the bag
And relive the years inside
Back when I was a young man
And I rode the rising tide
MY FIRST PATRIOTIC
SOLDIER
Thoughts drift towards another world
Mind starts thinking in different fold
Lets you down with no hope for
When loved ones leave alone for war
Moments spent were really happier
Day they left eyes were full of tears
Dark night waiting to sight
Joining the group in the loop
They were traveling with the troop
Fighting hard with the foes
They showed courage, brought them to toes
Land was full of blood as seen
To be martyrs, they were so keen
Victory is what for which they die
Furling the TRICOLOR in the SKY.
------YASHU
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