My mind is open
It has to be
Yet find myself tangled
In a tree
The wind
It wrestles
The safety line
As I hang with the birds
A silent wind chime
The breeze of emotion
Blows this way and that
The sun on my skin..
Then the rain caveat
My silky voice trembles
I just shouldn't be here
"The fates have designed you
This landing place, dear"
The view is amazing
Every moment you fall
Yet get trapped in the elements
Every hail-storm and squall
When the branches entangle
They can claw and then tear
So come back to enfold me
Crease me neatly with care
I just want to return
To that whistling door
The propellor is cut back
And we step-out once more
For this view is amazing
But is there to be shared
I'm designed to be open
Not land-locked, ensnared
Yes our minds can be unfurled
It's the best we can be
The leap from the sky
What it takes to feel free
Tell me my friend what is the upside down
Surely please do not frown
Maybe the day saw night and took his crown
So that darkness shall drown
The lack of light is not a plight to me
Funny as it may sound
You judge me literally
Because im black and brown
The lack of sight you can not see
Keeps me in view around
Stereotypes and hypocrisy
Landing on hatred ground
Inside the atoms that dispersed
A darker shade of brown
You do your worse to say im cursed
Because im black and brown
The puzzle is a landing place
Of hue origins found
A map of gathered ground
Of dark color abound
The doves are beautiful
The raven is the least
With your blind eyes you look upon
My color as the beast
Sip slow the water from the well
Be it lukewarm at best
And never look upon my skin
Akin of that of pest
Its not to say with ego play
Im better than the rest
With human heart my friend I say
His story checkered chess
The puzzle is a landing place
Of civilization found
A map of gathered ground
Portrayed the upside down
I was placed in my boat of reed,
And placed in a river run smoothed.
I drifted past Moses’ landing place,
Nestled amongst the rushes,
Past Peter’s boat and fishing nets,
Past reformed basilicas and black minarets,
And factories of manufactured creeds and needs.
All, whose only purpose is to clean the streets,
Tattoo feet, and recycle old shoes and dirt.
I sailed, past them all,
Into the unknown of the ocean.
The most base and magical place on Earth.
inspiration strikes in the most unlikely of places.
On this grand planet there are only a few select spaces, I am at total peace.
A crab by zodiac,
Water bearer at birth;
Where sand meets sea,
The most base and magical place on Earth.
Danger and excitement come with every swell.
A Perfect mix.
Watching the waves, the tide flows.
my greatest anxieties, quell.
Majestic sea gulls fly overhead in search of their next landing place,
But I am at peace on this perfect space.
My true love by my side,
the babe frolics and plays in the surf,
The most base and magical place on Earth.
The aeroplane lay upside down
At the bottom of the lake quite profound
How it came to be here
Was a story that was not clear
There were no markings that would last
And it appeared the water landing was not very fast
Its door was blown off the side
And it sparked my interest of what was inside
There was a sealed box bobbing around
So I manoeuvred it without a sound
And it floated out and up to the water’s surface
I pushed it over to the landing place
The box itself was so very light
I was able to put it in the van and close it tight
And I pondered what to do next
Thinking what was inside made me so perplexed
I drove it home and locked the garage door
Sipping a scotch I thought some more
Picking up my pry bar
And with one push it opened up with a jar
It wasn’t peculiar in its shape
With a video screen to contemplate
And when I touched it came to be switched on
With scenes of an alien world to wonder upon
But the biggest surprise was the fade to one
Back to a being whose speech had just begun
The universal translator said to me
“Contact made we are locked in, we will come and see.”
© Paul Warren Poetry
When you release the
words, your curled fingers
burst into flame.
It was an ancient filth,
a bird fighting in the mud-
house of quote-unquote.
Someone navigated
over the bald heads to find
a landing place for a cuckoo.
Between real and fiction,
you cannot write a hymn
in praise of satan, called god.
I am done with the darkness
all around, and rip open
the wall to let in the jupiter.
Satish Verma
Confounded landing
The more complexity developed within me, was
Not finding solution to get rid of inner tragedy
Still, increment further to it added, blazes in love piece
A torture, torment and scattered feelings
Dismantle of roofs ahead and falling down of pillars
A long sigh in it, impulse to burn into ashes around
Those, grey views of flown hot dust landing into mind
Added, a gear of lamentation producing laming hands
Helpless legs were buried since long known of calamities
Undecided plebiscite was roaring, ego of human beings
In that, my existence was diminishing into zero
The pit of my landing place was developing into marsh
No escape was viewing for winning from confounded landing
Mid night stroke dense dark, coinciding with palpitation shark.
(11/08/2014)
The Fly
A fly is buzzing about in the backyard, it sounds like
a small plane lost in the wilderness of space, finally it
skids and lands on the green lid of the cistern.
The pilot of the plane must find a landing place as it
Is dark and he doesn´t know where he is. A mountain
suddenly appears in front of him, banks and just clear
the top. On the other side a valley and he sees what
appears to be a landing strip, it is not but a dirt road.
It is a bumpy landing the plane breaks a wing and comes
to a stop on its side. Quickly the pilot gets out, just
in case of fire, he lights a cigarette and think of how
lucky he has been. Throws the stub of the cigarette to
the ground…explosion. I kill the fly with a rolled up
newspaper…no survivors.