when I said bring your hand
she did submit her hand
though the fingertip hesitated
for the amber glow gesticulated
I told her come closer
and she slowly came by
the forehead protruder
for the sense an intact ruler
as I waited for the conscious act
though with little hope and speculation
she turned to sigh and tact
for the three teardrop sensation
unable to say no to say yes
and likewise rooted in proximal
yes, the heart chanted the guess
for the only option was no natal
and the power of the cut is neither
blunt nor sharp but a force
the more the don't wants out slither
for either way no toss
But with full force landed the palm
followed by the cheek and the click
and then came the hearty psalm
The soreless immersion in fresh springs
Categories:
gesticulated, crazy, cute love, emotions,
Form: Didactic
The sea calls me
whispers in my ears,
the rise and fall of foaming waves
waft the scent of salt tasted tears,
a haven released through time
pounding surf, light, dark and dreams
upon each sounding splashing wave.
Rise. Greet the ocean farers
the fishers of men and women,
schools of children birthed
within restless stormy night winds,
the aftermath of being freed
born to ride the quivers of the sea
beckoning the surge of living life.
Embrace the swells of existence
as the ridges surface and hide again,
the very ripples of breath and heartbeat
pound the inner rhythm in its melody,
drumbeat rolls and foamy crests escalated,
rumbles of thunder unearthed gesticulated
the depths breaching trembling whitecaps to shore.
The sea calls me
dances wildly on the sandy shores,
a tidal flow that inches in from the ocean climb,
taffy pulled breakers slapping on the wet sand,
the billowed torrent of blended lives,
whale, shark, tuna, clam and crab once sheltered
in the darkened depths to journey up and out
to the open seas, calling, wait for me.
Categories:
gesticulated, sea,
Form: Free verse
Chilled the January air
shaken and stirred by suffused zephyr winds
shimmering icy foam gurgled frigid in the froth
singing, swirling, whining tempest
lathered howling squeals thru the trees;
naked skeletons undressed by winter fall
gasping breaths guttural involuntary convulsions
tempestuous tease in tornadic twinning gales
breathless mistrals meandering the trades
slipping and sliding along the fluid swells
agitated gesticulated waves palpitating
screech screams, squealing squawking shrieks
raw bittered bites breaching lung and sinew
merciless rigor of glacial numbing
the piercing northeaster yowls
ascending surge of winter awakening rise.
Categories:
gesticulated, allusion, wind, winter,
Form: Clerihew
You should have stayed longer to know me more
It is time that makes love and not our hearts
For we are but discoverers, and nothing more
You left too quickly and stayed too long. Should I
Convince you now that your other world is different
That your former wisdom insufficient for the trip
People commit to grow, and if together
The hate of time will slowly fall apart, the mist
Of morning if it clears now
Shall show nothing but the shattered glass of vows
I do not use words loosely nor in excess
I only say I love you with words fully dress
To carry connotations and context to an infinite end
Love is immortal, and I write things my oral way
The gesticulated discourse a stitched flag of meaning
How can you learn so much so far away
What dumb dictionary can dictate the desires of the heart
Perhaps if you had not lingered so long to come
Blank pages would not be brilliant and simple art dumb
I am too small to be any finer torn apart.
Categories:
gesticulated, friendship, on writing and
Form: Free verse
Moral on the mural,
scripted in deep,
stoned like creep,
intoned the visitors,
they could see words,
in a language strange,
their guide gesticulated,
something and anything,
they took it for the real thing,
had they seen the moral on mural,
or just another stone,
that had with generations,
gone in a bad fall.
Categories:
gesticulated, life
Form: Free verse
Bravado and gaiety,
Marked the laity,
They were intoxicated,
From the problem they had been extricated,
There was a man,
Who was the swan,
Among celebrating also swams,
He gesticulated victorious,
And puffed and smelled the air,
His chest was pulled out,
As he marshaled his winning army about,
The folk jumped, danced and laughed,
Their future was free and well graphed,
Their year long fears were buried and dead,
This man had braved and stemmed the rot,
The drunken day went on for its 24 hours,
The man was lifted on shoulders that day,
And on the next there were suggestions to “lift” him in society,
However something was not right,
His lieutenants were not feeling bright,
They thought they had as much fought,
And deserved the “trophy” sought,
They conspired and brought the hero down,
His opportunities were stolen,
As juniors sighted not a pint but the full gallon,
They grabbed all that was offered him,
And became the controlling generals,
They let him be,
And run errands to their fancies and whims,
The hero had won foreign unknowns,
But in his own land he was brutally drowned.
Categories:
gesticulated, inspirational, life, philosophy, hero,
Form: Free verse
They were talking,
And agreeing,
In most talks,
You either agree or not,
I clearly saw,
When one disagreed,
The other person smirked,
And huffed and puffed,
What followed was a series,
Of disagreements,
With each one of them,
Both huffed puffed and gesticulated,
Suddenly they reached a point,
When their faces were red,
And fists clenched,
Both were shouting,
Suddenly one of them lifted a heavy object,
And threw across,
It hit the other one right in forehead,
Aggressor fled in fear,
I was watching it all,
And had seen it clear and tall,
Anger is flared but slowly,
When it peaks,
You probably cannot think,
And when you cannot think,
You do something ,
About which you did not think,
It is getting intoxicated,
And let the intoxicant,
Control you,
In fact it is not you who is angry,
But it is the anger that’s you.
Categories:
gesticulated,
Form: Free verse
She nimbly entered his room,
He was there all alone,
All two feet of him,
His chubby cheeks shone in the sunlight,
As his little thick arms,
Gesticulated to pick toys,
His legs wanted to be on move,
But he had not learnt to walk,
He was happy and so was she,
She watched him in parental pride,
Admiring his each move,
He appeared so innocent and fragile,
She would have been transfixed there for long,
However he started to cry.
Categories:
gesticulated,
Form: Free verse