I bring the cold and skies of gray
You'll shiver at my icy glare
Snowstorms may soon come your way
and freezing temps with no warmth to spare
If you love skiing, I'll give you lots of snow
You can even build a snowman if you choose
With button eyes and a carrot nose
My freezing temps will give you the blues
Sometimes I overstay my time
and impose upon the long awaited spring
Instead of blooms, it'll be freezing climes
As upon the trees my icicles cling
Then I will leave as I must
But I'll return after autumn leaves take flight
Leaving you with one last frosty gust
and return when the time is right
Short meet
Yet such profound impact.
No amount of force I impose upon self
Seems enough to forget you.
At the end of the day
When I'm all alone,
One query still bothers me-
Is there still an “us"?
Does the low processing power of our brain,
which fragments rather than cognising the whole,
impose upon consciousness a needless strain,
because we’ve assigned mind a prominent role,
though it can feel not pitter-patter of rain
and most certainly not, the light of our soul?
Choose your weapon, exulted God from heaven;
the wise invoke grace through our chakras seven.
Complete rapture as hurricane
Milton impose upon the the
animals while storks fish for
dinner florida ducks cling to
drift wood as a tiny baby
alligators scurries across
the waters edge the lake is
swollen capturing our home
this time we are actually on
the lake our neighbors have
become first responders why
we've survived more hurricanes
as I sat writing my poem warmth
the promise of hurricane Charlie
announced to destroy our home
an yet we survived arriving in a
new townhome on riverside drive
as I hurried to summit my poem
listening watching the land cry
today we survived Milton and was
he bitter angry enraged waters
rising above us over twenty feet
of rain surge no where to go I
watch the birds doing the same
thing they did just before the store
resilience how they manage feed
their young no worries trusting in
nature knowing that no matter
how dark how much flooding rain
lightening we will indeed survive
the storm in this house on the lake
In a transient instant,
I savored the ambrosial essence of bliss, witnessed the dawn adorning,
the skyline with tints of optimism.
In that ephemeral moment,
I felt an affinity with mankind.
Yet a sinister shroud eclipsed that glint,
dragging me back into my chasm of gloom.
It was as though I was a monstrous entity,
for whom such mundane delights,
were not ordained.
Am I destined,
to perpetually be shrouded,
in the entrails of despair and desolation?
Am I condemned to everlasting isolation,
my sole companions,
the reverberating voices within me?
Why am I deprived of the comfort,
of mental serenity?
Why does the world,
impose upon me such malevolence,
to face humanity not as kin,
but as a repugnant plague?
They may mock me, but soon they shall see
I never wanted them to simply agree.
I don't have to always be right, not necessarily.
I just want them to realize all this time I could see
The truth of the matter in this reality
And the lies they impose upon us inhumanely.
I wander through the desert of life alone
As if, I were a grain of sand,
And it, a thriving ocean!
I wander through its dunes, letting myself be blown
Going wherever it wills,
Having no strength to impose upon it,
My own will!
Why, like it, my heart remains a barren one,
Thirsting for the oasis of love,
The oasis willed to me by the Mother of Life
The oasis into which I shall merge
And bloom,
Into a vineyard, filled with juicy grapes
And intoxicating barrels of wine
Meant simply,
To entrance love
Into the enchantment of my authenticity!
I wander through the desert of life alone
Having, as inner strength
The purpose of love's enactment!
For Contest I wander the Desert Alone
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Written on 8th Oct 2018
I think of you from time to time,
yet timelessly and untimeously
my mind stumbles upon some remnant of you –
You and your lips and all the drizzle of thought
that had littered them…
in jest or mere whisper
And so time-trained you crash
into my recollection
You intrude at ill-timed hours of the night
when stars abound
and the moon filters through that
dark cloud
Or when my passions ought be fascinated wholly
elsewhere
Or when my thoughts ought be occupied with
wise doctrines;
You thus impose upon my mood
not caring if you should
A whirlpool of what-if’s roused from their slumber
That forthwith my wit and peace encumber…
The Sleep of Endymion
Endymion, a simple title I must impose upon
He, son of Zeus, fell in love with Huntress Diana
Goddess of the Moon, nightly she swooned
about him and bathed him in her light,
She went to Zeus, asking for his immortality- her plight
And thus Zeus granted her wish- for Diana to
adore Endymion every eve, he will be in eternal sleep.
His beauty, this simple shepherd, mythic
Diana's love- nightly shone from Olympus.
The Sleep of Endymion immortalized by a painter
Sits in the Louvre, for all to view
Anne Louis Girodet de Roussy-Trioson
Executed perfection in 1791-
The Maiden Moon and her lover
Forever as one.
4/15/2014
Endymion, a simple title I must impose upon
He, son of Zeus, fell in love with Diana
Goddess of the Moon, about him, nightly she swooned
and bathed him in her light,
She went to Zeus, asking for his immortality- her plight
And thus Zeus granted her wish- for Diana to
adore Endymion every eve, he was in eternal sleep.
His beauty, this simple shepherd, mythic
Diana's love- nightly shone from Olympus.
The Sleep of Endymion immortalized by a painter
Sits in the Louvre, for all to view
Anne Louis Girodet de Roussy-Trioson
Executed perfection in 1791-
The Maiden Moon and her lover
Forever as one.
For the "Picture This" contest by Brian Strand.
http://artfiles.art.com/5/p/LRG/15/1507/D93BD00Z/francoise-reine-dagois-the-sleep-of-endymion-1825.jpg
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