By the sea I become immersed
in that flash of aquamarine.
Bubblegum and blisters go burst,
by the sea I become immersed.
Diving into the waves headfirst,
nature's worth a view in widescreen.
By the sea I become immersed
in that flash of aquamarine.
The mission was simple;
To save the whole planet
From white clouds
Lies the troopers
The wind howled
As they fell down
A headfirst dive
At the speed of sound
Death is a friend of the Earth
They thought, as they fell across the sky
I am the savior of the Earth
But I know not how or why
Today they made a sacrifice
That little drop of rain
But it went over our heads
Life seems still and same
Thud
They disintegrate into the hungry plants
They watch their friends get absorbed
This perilous journey they undertook
For the good of our world
At the cusp
Of a wave, a change, a fall
Into total darkness
Here we stand
Or rather slide
Headfirst into destruction
And as we fall
Into chaos and dissolution
We will at last be saved
And in that moment
What we took for granted
Will be lost
Within the total chaos
Law and order will be established
And with it the end of freedom
This is the new world order
That awaits when their machinations
Come to fruit
You, me, us
Reduced to so many parts
Without regard for who we really are
And in the change
As the light of dawn unfolds
Will we be revealed as spirt or flesh
And in the severing
Will we sink or fly
In terror or relief
This is the cusp
We find ourselves on
As the powers that be extend
And as they grow
And we still have a choice
What will it be
(10/25/24)
Headfirst into the sea he found her,
Madison caught Allen with her kiss;
Love left to surge bound them forever;
Free to be with her in this abyss,
Allen could breathe no trouble at all;
This realization was pure bliss;
His movements a nonverbal catcall,
the mermaid grins taking no offense;
She welcomes this monumental fall;
Fathoms down in a liquid romance,
elated with what never made sense.
The Beauty of Fall
Fall
frost invites
your favorite sweater
Fall
into hills of cold crunchy leaves
Fall
back in time to
a childhood school memory
Fall
to your knees and thank
Gaia for her bounty
Fall
favorably with the lost bees
as they try to find their way
Fall
into someone’s arms at
Homecoming dance
Fall
headfirst into
luscious bobbing apples
Fall
into a bed
of fresh flannel sheets
Mostly,
Fall
fearlessly into
whatever comes your way.
From his anger,
To his humor,
No friends,
Thats just a rumor,
He's a great brother,
Even when he's annoying,
I know he's just joking,
I know he's just toying,
He's younger than me,
But only by a year,
Headfirst into everything,
As if there is nothing to fear,
He doesn't like school very much,
But he got sports captain, very proud,
I think he gets it from me,
Being very loud,
I love my dear brother very much,
Next year he's going to high school though,
Same school as me,
He will be a pro.
The Genie in a bottle
Granted me these wishes three
For unleashing the cork
That set his spirit free
Awhile I thought and pondered
What will my first wish be
I said ...The ability to fly
He said...That's one of wishes three
The next on my agenda
Was wealth and luxury
I said...Surround me with riches
He said...That's two of wishes three
The final thing I asked for
And I think you'll all agree
I said...To die a happy man
He said...That's the last of wishes three
He then smiled a wicked smile
Tossed me as far as you can see
Landed headfirst in Fort Knox
Now I'm dead one, two, three
If I had wings I'd outdo unfortunate Icarus
and soar up to the highest stratosphere.
Buoyant, I'd defy gravity and glide
over the loftiest snow tipped mountains,
or slide headfirst towards some deep vale
where iridescent meadows stretch into verdant pastures
where myriads of healthy cattle graze, placidly, alone.
If I had wings I'd play with high white clouds,
or scatter misty fluffy cumulus from over the fields
or cause precipitation to make our produce grow
in our windswept lush and fertile heartland.
Should I forget the poorer drought struck lands?
You know that I would not, not me.
If I had wings I would delight in competing
with all the various winds, and fly quiescent
savoring the multitudinous scents that emanate
from all the lovely flowers and all the well kept lakes.
But alas I have no wings and as I look up
and see the birds flying free, I feel it would have been
a better deal, if God had given me a pair of wings.
Wild Birds in Captivity
Those birds that roamed free,
Endless flights filled with glee,
They glide over the trees,
Flying side to side with the breeze,
Above the deserts, they can reach,
Following the wind that they preach,
Finding the oasis that they screech,
Under the clouds that breach,
A glimpse of their prey,
They plunge headfirst at bay,
Stumble and tumble right on the net,
Shackle and tackle trying to release itself yet,
Realizing the faults of one’s actions,
The bird gives out its different reactions,
Confused as the bird seems,
Its faith got interrupted by human needs.
Poem on Wild Birds in Captivity by Sarah Shahzad, November 2022
When I Stopped
the familiar crest of clean cold air
draws gently in
and the unlocked open stillness
flowing out
poison and cure in harmony
so much for thinking
nothing else surrounds us
now the wishing void
collapsed
the shore of a lake opens
with evening relapsed into night
all illusion merges into gray
down and down till
even the water's edge gone
into that fertile ignorance
headfirst
fragile beneath this brittle skin
burning always
not knowing the sacred promise
without substance
has begun
Igor never ate borsht
unless he was forced
Olga dove in headfirst
~ ate 'til she burst
It's in the stars
We fall apart, we danced
Underneath the lights
In the canyon, from the peak
We jumped but we always landed on our feet
Under the bridge, where the water breaks
We carved our names in the wooden stakes
Sometimes I go there and trace the scars
I wonder if you get lonely up there with the stars
It's in the stars
I fall apart, I dance
Alone in the dark
Of the canyon, off the peak
I jump, headfirst, aiming for the concrete
Underneath the overpass
I'm drifting in and out
I'm on my way to you
I'm a minute out
Sometimes it’s hard
being a poet
Writing your lines
on the busiest day
Spilling your thoughts
on the page as you know it
Even those days
you’ve got nothing to say
Words are just words
I heard somebody saying
I don’t agree
when they come in this style
Poetic words that
a poets’ displaying
Often bring tears
but they often bring smiles
There in their mind
where these ideas flourish
So many things can
come into their view
Ideas grow out of
moments to cherish
Those who might need
something wonderfully new
Wandering lines
in an unending ramble
Stirred in a pot,
spun around in a swirl
Or like an egg that
each morning you scramble
Sunnyside up for
a boy and a girl
Still we will write as
our world comes a’ crashing
Rubble and bricks
fall headfirst to the ground
Mayhem and madness
our smiles are slashing
When all is lost
and no hope can be found
Yes, sometimes it’s hard
being a poet
But in the end
it is what we must do
Taking these scenes
to a friend now to show it
Especially when I find
that friend is you
The crack of the bat
The arc of the ball
It lands over the fence
Gives the fans a thrill
Close play at the plate
A headfirst slide
Clouds of dust raised
He's safe; game's tied!
Cheer your lungs out
Give an occasional boo
Beer and brat at the ballpark
Great day for me and for you
The golden goose of love had laid an egg
Let it roll away, for to beg
Passersby shunned the sight all day, all night
The poor goose knew its time had now arrived
No longer could her feathers up and fly
She cast one last longing look on high
Then plunged headfirst into the drink...
Total strangers hushed and gathered 'round
Transfixed by what they saw there in the pond
The golden goose unfurled her wings of dawn
One last fling for a gander's favorite blond
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