When the fog lifts and
dew has fallen, let the clouds
reveal what darkness
has hidden. Gurgled cries from
peasant victims, now silent
On a soggy dusk, long time ago,
When shadows huddled at every corner,
When rain had gone and birds had roosted,
You held me close and whispered in my ear;
“In your eyes I see, the blue of the sky,
In your soul, you hold the depth of seas,
Love swells, like tides on rise,
My life, I vow, by Jove, never to part”
Your voice, like a tremulous rivulet gurgled,
We stood staring at each other in a warm embrace
With passion sweet, your eyes glowed.
They were like a blue lagoon, deep and peaceful
On my dimpled cheek, a kiss you planted,
A gesture warm with abiding love.
Crisscross lain as warp and weft,
We hoped to weave the garb of life.
Words and deeds that served as balm to soul!
Still, they echo, gushing a flurry of thoughts,
But alas! To a far unknown land you fled,
‘From whose bourn, no traveler returns’,
Incessant rain fell like wet sheets.
Large wet drops and some hail
That bet upon the large, though thick windows.
Each drop a quiet thought in nature’s hand.
No one dared to venture into the streets.
Even sturdy umbrellas were useless
Considering the force of the wind
That blew all around the city blocks.
Outside it was like gelid frost,
But not inside where a fireplace spread heat.
They hugged each other for more warmth.
From the large windows, they studied the storm.
Rainwater flooded the streets.
Large rivulets gurgled into drains.
Who said rain falls mainly on the plain?*
Must have been a joke.
* From My Fair Lady.
A brook trickled easily down
As poetry running unbound
And I stood on a rock
To hear the steady stream
Of comely words gurgled.
A hazy shaft of light beamed down -
Laser-pointing through piney boughs -
And where it gently struck -
Columbine shined and teemed
The floor with emeralds.
At a certain age when memory activity
Reminds me of a dream I never had
Absolutely nothing happens
That hasn't happened many times
I come again, but only to forget myself
More reliably than usual
And there's another me, just like the same
Writing something, to the amazement of an old man
Who sits waiting for the train at the station
To fall asleep in the compartment.
The air can’t wait for a Friday declarationn of love
In marble hotels and fireside chairs
It's time to sneeze out some emotion
To cough it up, to blow out
All that accumulated inside over the years
That's boiled there and cooled down
And then it gurgled again one night
So comes the expected thunder, the lightning zigzags
Break the sky, releasing the overflowing downpour
And the dry silence crumbles, and the rubbish
Floats calmly from nowhere to nothing.
The slamming of doors, and a quick chat
Where it's impossible to make out a word
But that’s for the best
In the Leibnizian worldview
My trusty twagwanger trolblasted me
I’m woken by chitterlings and crampoons
twilling and twonking
I cover my mastificle
And try to hinkle on the bandistrap
As I splurtwangle my lickersplurge
I hear mercifulous melodies
Floating down
I dash to the bubbleblaster
And pick purple pongwinkles
To brighten my ardurachlego
I’m know they’ll wilt montoliously
Releasing rancid ramifrons
Which stink of chericock cheese …
An aroma from my heriboll
It reminds me of Chuckielens
And days spent at the verileges
Of the Zazabor San Tynfartest
Oh how we gurgled and benifolded
On the banks of Virwestsicage
Chuckilens would hold my twagwanger
Inspecting it with her tiny vesticart
I miss her every single sonyploose
Ramfestingly, I’m now asticern
I perect my with ponglithwait
Visitors no longer vangleswatch
But Iggilswander on the twillsidepath
I yearn for soltroghaphy
and hipleswagfest days
As dark clouds dashed and clashed in the sky
Thunder began to boom and rumble
Sensing an impending rain, frogs started croaking
Cows stopped cuddling and began to moo
Soon pitter- pat came down the raindrops.
landed on roof tops with a heavy thud
they broke and cracked into tiny droplets
gurgled and gushed through canals and drains.
And joined the brooks that babbled,
merging with waterfalls that whooshed.
Along with the rain, came the roaring wind
as it passed, the bells clanged
windchimes whispered, wires on poles whistled
doors slammed shut and windows creaked
grasses swished and leaves rustled.
Birds fell silent and stopped tweeting
When the pouring rain came to a sudden halt,
The rattle was over with everything falling silent.
The sun set upon the hill
Leaving meadows in the shade,
Trees lost their colour bright
As also waters of the lake.
Flowers too drooped their heads
While silent waters lay still,
No shimmering on the surface
While blazed the setting hill.
People now came out to walk
And some to taverns filled,
Children returned home from school
While elders in the sunset thrilled.
Froth in the crystal glasses
Twinkling like the stars,
Down the hatch gurgled streamed
With winking tail-light of cars.
The leaves and flowers drank the dew
Poured from heaven above,
Mothers prepared meals for night
For children whom they loved.
Darkness soon overtook the light
With stars in the sky,
Sleep is heavy on the lids
With grandma’s lullaby.
Creeping into darkness; hours
Rolled limberly by,
Soon darkness will be filled
With sunrise in the sky.
The sun set upon the hill
Leaving meadows in the shade
Trees lost their colour bright
As also waters of the lake.
Flowers too drooped their heads
While silent waters lay still,
No shimmering on the surface
While blazed the setting hill.
People now came out to walk
And some to taverns filled,
Children returned home from school
While elders in the sunset thrilled.
Froth in the crystal glasses
Twinkling like the stars,
Down the hatch gurgled streamed
With winking tail-light of cars.
The leaves and flowers drank the dew
Poured from heaven above
Mothers prepared meals for night
For children whom they loved.
Darkness soon overtook the light
With stars in the sky,
Sleep is heavy on the lids
With grandma’s lullaby.
Creeping into darkness; hours
Rolled limberly by,
Soon darkness will be filled
With sunrise in the sky.
Dearest ,darling,beloved child,
so innocent,so meek and mild,
I in wonder,remain beguiled.
Precious,perfect in miniature,
voiced gurgled thoughts so pure,
in these arms slumbered so sure.
A gift from heaven,l do suppose,
a unique human exists in such quiet repose,
with potential that education alone grows
Forget those words, cold, distant calls
Penned to lead you o’er the falls
Toward blank white emptiness below
Hush now, your gurgled snarl
vile drool of fettered rage
Your words have not yet come of age
Yet they burn in flameless fire
Purging all but one desire
One word, that word, that perfect tone
Leave it there, a diamond lost,
Upon the edgeless yellow page
An ember’s light amid the frost
That Salad Went Right Through Me
I've always wanted to write a poem called
“That Salad Went Right Through Me”.
And I would wager upon its best destiny:
To begin with, there is the Universal Theme--
For who has not gurgled around a conference table
at half past the last radish scrap?
Who, once stalled, has not
persistently punched the flusher
to muffle the borborygmus din?
But on a loftier note, I prefer
to think of my paean emblazoned
in the annals of first line indexes,
where, as one wanders lonely as a cloud
over dactyls and tropes,
“That salad went right through me”
trots right off the page
demanding a fervid flip to its leaf.
And future discourse plied at workshops,
and other such rarefied privies of poesy
might thusly include:
"Did you write a poem for the class today?"
Yes...“That Salad Went Right Through Me”
"Well then, you should consider the cheesecake."
Tao clears mind myriad
Hears gurgled stream trickle
Rejuvenating ease of river
Impels an outlook simple
Verdant steppes imperial
Embrace ouroboros cycle
Joined tail to mouth control
Overcomes chaotic combat
Yin Yan hug in completeness
Temple of self empty vessel
Approaches each hour in Wu Wei
Jaws of serpent ensure return
Iteration eats its tail
Tadpole twirled stronghold
Unhurried harmonious spiral
February finding out
Paisley at my bosom, soft head tadpoles
Wrapped dependent, rest in trust cherubic
Teeth buds plump palms grip my knee, betrothal
Chatter germinates language sporadic
Gurgled contentment, vowel upswings strangle
Trance silence slumps little limbs from frantic
Pure rapture adoration fresh angle
Rock A Baby slobbered face romantic
Blossomed brood, clan, cluster, fan club gaggle
Toddle boldly confident beyond skill
Awe for mundane magnifies appraisal
Frustration annulled, infantile stun still
Sibling envy love wound rigid, rough rope
Petals inseperable open with hope
27th January
Childish desires
I rowed for what seemed like an hour;
the water gurgled oh so pleasantly.
I had the morning to myself:
no other boats as far as I could see.
Warmed up, I soon increased my stroke,
And pulled as I had never pulled before,
the legs on fire, heart thumping fast,
sweat ran in rivulets from every pore.
The timer dinged, so I got up,
flipped off the lights, and shut the basement door.
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