Long Atoll Poems
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June 04, 2024 For Anoucheka Gangabissoon Contest
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Thrilling explorations enlivened with adventure,
As my soul longs for a most special blue venture.
The indulgent warmth of the sun revitalized me,
Once having landed in this paradisiacal arcady.
Palm twigs drift in a gentle breeze,
Infinite stretches of exquisite white sand seas.
Crystal-clear waters define a sapphire-sand idyll,
Archipelago of high-quality atoll and island tidal.
The locals saluted me with such a wide smile,
Their warmth and compassion are a lifestyle.
Finding heaven filled me with immense pride,
Embraced by the breathtaking scenery to abide.
Weeks turned into months, and days went away,
As I danced beneath the sky, I felt freed to sway.
However, an enormous urge sprang from inside,
For the sake of my native nation and kin pride.
I finally reached a choice as time passed,
I started to obsess over my house, never stashed.
The island, however, will stay in my mind,
I retain them as a spiritual treasure left behind.
Blustery sky I have read your blotted scroll
Your balmy reams with angry portents roll
A bleary tempest o'er your tranquil plains doth roil
Blackened tenants perch on your billowy shoal
With shutters as dark as night as black as coal
Shading your gilded beams; with menacing shadows troll
From foaming mouths their brackish discharges dole
Stirring your seething pot; bleaching your blithe soul
O'er burnished strand their angry tides stroll
Spewing drops of misery; their boisterous nature to extoll
In thunderous chorus they sound their deafening drumroll
They sear your azure canvas and scorch every silky atoll
Stoke breezes with haunting whispers droll
Oh, blustery sky enfilading torrents seep through every porous hole
One month into summer 2022 elapsed here...
Within Perkiomen Valley, Pennsylvania,
thus far marginal rainfall for season
nevertheless...the hazy, hot and humid dog days
meanwhile (gad) Zeus
tiredly huffs and puffs...with a growl
regarding thunderstorm unable to make headway
against invisible firewall
shielding this area
of the keystone state haul
in tandem with the spirit
of Saints Peter, Paul
and Mary (Southeastern -
tri county (also)
encompassing the suburban hall,
sans Spring Mount Mountain King -
an egg gree us fellow - quite tall
simultaneously straddling Bucks,
Delaware, and Montgomery),
and much as I revel,
when blizzard conditions raged, a Saul
ting self importance of humanity,
where meteorological conditions
hurled a wicked frozen curveball
forcing fatuous, egocentric brazen arrogance
into unassuming (ruff) atoll
shape shifting paradigm,
viz dogmatic couture of modesty call
out depravity, immodesty, pomposity,
et cetera, vis a vis,
when "she" declares marshall,
law yes only when might
of Mother Nature tempers
trumpeting one donning
guise of cloudy (with chance of) meatballs
unfortunately indiscriminately
striking havoc overall
mindful, honest, decent... folks
swept up in maelstrom, which pitfall
could cause loss of life or limb,
this teetotaler inebriated,
fascinated, and captivated,
and linkedin to thrall
dom wielded by volcanic, tectonic, climatic...
of phenomena take (measure for measure)
an indifference to scuttling
hominids beef four all
lose well that ends well,
asper scrimmage maul
ling the accouterments of civilization
then...deathly still quiet doth befall
after unleashed forces exhaust
and expend blistering might
temporarily silencing madding crowd
to standstill, and eventual faint crawl
courtesy of a wicked atmospheric drawl!
She is my star, Amaryllis,
who, beneath the full moon, sleepily caresses
the foam of southern seas beside the atoll of Harmony...
Night after night (waiting for a miracle)
I wander in a fever dream near the Cape of Hopelessness;
I yearn for her helpless tenderness...
When the first rays of dawn finally light up the horizon
and the voice of a distant bard is carried on the breeze,
I’m breathless with amazement…
Amaryllis slowly emerges from the waves in a long, silver robe
tinged with the hue of pink seashells.
Pearls like tears glisten in her thick, curly copper hair,
and moonlight gleams upon her sandals of seaweed...
The surf roars, the sky descends toward the water.
She raises her slender arms and casts upon me the net
of her capricious desire.
Suddenly, I sink into the depths...
America, so vast and the land of the free
Brazil, carnivals and beach beauties
Canada, untouched, with the mighty Niagara Falls
Denmark, with the mermaid, luring sailors with her call
Egypt, under Cleopatra, and her historical power
France, so romantic with its Eiffel Tower
Germany, the perpetrators, of the Holocaust
Haiti, sadly, counting her lost
Italy, with its architecture, like the Trevi fountain in Rome
Japan, and its little Bonsai trees, so very much at home
Kenya, on safari in her national parks
Lebanon, a country, full of political sparks
Malta, so brave, its why they won the George Cross
New Zealand, and the Maoris, their culture to never be lost
Oman, the Sultanate, lies beside the Arabian Sea
Portugal, a golfing Mecca, as i stand on the very first tee
Qatar, an Arab emirate in the Middle East
Romania, Nadia Comaneci and her Olympic gymnast feats
Sweden, the home of Abba, and their wonderful pop songs
Turkey, has Istanbul, where two continents get along
Uganda, in Africa, where Idi Amin ruled
Vietnam, where nineteen year old soldiers were schooled
Wake Island, a most beautiful coral atoll
Xanadu, because i ran out of countries to call
Yemen, a Republic, to the south of the Red Sea
Zimbabwe, with Mugabe, a country ruined by he
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Dear Reader,
I have studied the Qur'an and it says in 24:31 "And they should wear veils over their bosoms, and not display their ornaments openly", family or relatives being the exception to the rule. (Fred Leemhuis edition.) Feminists in Iran who do not want a burka refer to this verse. A bikini is obligatory, nude beach is forbidden. But the imam doesn't want to know anything about the bikini, he wants a burkini, and he tells me: "To hell with the bikini and wear a veil from the top of your head till over your bosom." The imam adds till "(till) over the bosom". The Qur'an itself only says: "Over the bosom, and underpants/ briefs over your ornament". I do think as an orthodox living by the letter of the scripture one should say: long live the bikini. Kind regards Yoram
Oh these lovely ornaments, please
Cover them and those tender boobs
An inspiration to the military troops
Covered earthshakingly they may tease
With Bikini the atoll, the isle
The burkini exegesis
Just about Haram as thesis
It is not a holy style
And be gentle to her
Should you loathe her beauty
God might appreciate her booty
And put a lot of good in that which
You do not like. Please do not ditch
Qur'an 4:19 to which I do refer
And be gentle towards her. And when you loathe her, you might not like something in which God has put a mighty lot of good. Qur'an 4:19
Eke out, O my living?
On what grounds do ye speak?
Based on our thanksgiving?
O turkey, through creek creak!
Wind atop the atoll low?
Steady, then first blow.
Ogre, ochre. Fast or slow?
Gold, give off thy glow...
Tyrant of the ocean deep;
Through dark chasm leap?
Horror, do ye find life cheap?
Challengers to creep...
Thought-light, gloss over the spark?
Fire, light up the dark?
Covenant? Communion, ark?
Hone, upon the bark...
Fill in, O ravine? Unseen.
Trail lead through the green.
Emptiness, fill each machine?
Will it work, I deen...?
Dismay, spring from dynamite?
Nuclear, gone white?
Pinholes, curtains, nine knives, night!
Rampage on the right!
Queen of civilized world, wait?
Hie across the strait!
O for those who prattle, prate!
Rage at higher rate!
Barbarians, gather?
Oppose such as this?
Well, we wouldn't rather.
Sail on, black abyss...
Barren atoll of the beached, stranded soul
Jilted psyche cornered on dark, rocky knoll
Wavering compass points to ever drifting pole
Listless anchor in choppy waters does troll
Tumultuous portents all fleeting hopes parole
Overcast skies, tomorrow's outlook even more droll
Boisterous waves of anguish crash on lifeless shoal
Brackish foam of revulsion o'er vexed mind does roll
Briny mist, dense fog o'er searching spirit does scroll
Tempest of sorrow blows increasing bleak toll
The deafening thunder my quivering nerves patrol
Torrents of despair my darker instincts do cajole
Weary sojourner paying the dues toilsome waves dole
Together with addled conscience on desolate strand stroll
Oasis, hallowed site surrounded by sand,
Haven for ancient and modern nomadic band,
Like atoll in midst of ocean deep,
Much like port where ships quietly sleep.
A fertile patch of cornucopia delight,
Food and drink typical of a tropical site,
Offers time of grateful interlude,
Palm trees stand guard over solitude.
Green area amidst a frozen white landscape,
Desert’s balm of water and delicious palm dates,
Fertile parcel where lowly spirits soar,
Sanctum of peace from world’s strong uproar.
Beautiful as a lush green park by ocean beach,
Inn in the desert providing pleasant retreat,
Oasis for those in between ports,
Nature’s uppermost private resort
Forever won’t understand those who can’t stand sand between spanned toes
Clever bands of hourglass strands slows & then through fanned hands flows
Whatever woes foes weather throws our duty never this beauty booty forgoes
Skilled kids build guild of silica Basilicas in a row the sea rids closes in overthrows
Waves then mow rave to & fro saline scarves pave new paths the ocean bestows
Commotion heightened emotions brightened notions enlightened its potion glows
Kaleidoscopic schools of iconic rock pools colours flock shock as almost tropic
Views & hues don’t falter just alter won't halter as an altar to ease those blues
Tidal tows doze then rose grows tease with unctuous but rambunctious blows
A beach can preach beseech as each single shingle does mingle in a stony knoll
Seaside stroll as sea gulls glide white caps roll & ride then a lull soothes the soul
Flattered Neptune’s role shattered shells scattered or is it Poseidon’s control
Webbed ranks of ebbed sandbanks lapped by lullabies our own private atoll
Thanks for phalanx of mirth & pranks from mother nature’s glimmering vaults
Shimmering seals leave their berth heave their girth then those crests do surf
Dolphins fins spin big grins senses halts & assaults with immense somersaults
What riffs could be a good as being stood in a neighbourhood of driftwood
Whiffs of whimsy as swells rollick for shells we fossick our elemental tonic
Cliffs adorn scars of scorn by time foreshore gentry stands sentry well worn
Don't mourn as from dawn till dusk forlorn foresworn somehow feel reborn
Sniffs sublime seaweed frolic fish like stars sunbeams & daydreams bucolic