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Hot winds blowing everywhere
Golden glistening dress all wear
Jade, peridot, emrald leaves in trees
Sway sanguinely in summer breeze
Stunning sunrise and sunset
Seductive colours of sun's pallette
Cloudless, clear, charming sky
Magnificent moon, mesmerises eye
Myriad melodic chirps reverberate
Flamboyant flowers for bees await
Morn, eve gratifying cool breeze strokes
Walking, chatting, playing, happy are folks
Enjoying juicy fruits like watermelon
And juices of citrus fruits like lemon
Hot april brings sundae and ice-cream
Relishing together, whole family gleams
With long days, april is indeed a vibrant season
For exhilaration, provides more than one reason
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31st March 2022
April in Thane Maharashtra India
Peace Movements
A mentor of mine once tasked me
to do three things each day
for others….and not get found out.
Being a slightly egocentric,
self – centered….DO WHAT!!!
kinda guy -- I questioned…..
to myself……is he crazy?
Yet he was the mentor
I the recalcitrant student
so I attempted this task.
How difficult could it be?
I stopped to let a lady cross the street,
mumbled under my breath
for she never acknowledged
my obvious good will.
Picked up some blowing trash,
was immediately filled with
a sense of superiority over the tossers.
I chided my mentor as to the task
questioning the efficacy of the
dubious and desired results.
His response was “Yodian”
“when your hands work silently
you will hear the thanks of the universe.”
It was then I realized – “He was crazy”
and I – equally so for I understood….
“Peace is in the ripples of our actions”.
10/23/2015
submitted to – Promote peace not war – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Silent One
I Remember You
Yes, I remember you,
the dark-skinned girl,
dressed in tight corduroy,
unzipped on the floor there.
You were my lover that night in 1970;
We were wrestling
so smoothly, so passionately,
in the old brick house on Hoover street.
Remember honey? Just you and me
alone in the darkness,
kissing like kids crazy about each other,
listening to Hendrix on the oak console,
Electric Merman on axe in 1983,
Playing like a god from beneath
the fiery pinnacles of the Styx.
Remember? We were 18 and
wild with wordless desire.
I kissed you often that night
in the grey bluesy shadows,
embracing intensely
your perfumed, unbuttoned body,
on beige thick shag
by the open screen door,
with that benign breeze blowing in
softly and silently,
like the breath of whispering ghosts,
watching there, as we groped and licked,
two kneading felines, quivering,
insecure in the darkness,
our lips, slickered and lathered
in strawberry paste and love spit,
and our reaching tongues,
seared and slithering like caught tunas,
found electric connections
in the heaving nets
of aching fleshly onslaughts,
of mad touching embraces,
with esoteric teenage sweatings
at silent midnight, in June,
when the jacarandas are in bloom.
Yes, I remember you,
The girl with the brown perfumed skin,
and those kissing smacking sucking lips
that spoke so loudly,
without ever saying a word.
December morning
and already life is withdrawing
into the shade. The air
has the smell of smoke
blowing down from bushfires
burning up north. The sun
wears a red glow.
The veneer of normality
begins to crack under heat
to reveal what's beneath,
a furnace of fire. It's the way
of the land, primed as it is
with a vapour of eucalyptus oil
hanging in a blue haze
waiting for an errant spark
to ignite the very air.
There is a strange beauty
to it all when seen
from a distance, the tinted
sky, the play of light
through clouds of ash,
too far away to feel the heat
or hear the roar. Each summer
the spirits stir and emerge
in flame from the charcoal
chambers of their ancient past
as if to remind us
that we trespass.
I see the wind blowing my hair past my face
But I cannot feel it's caress upon my cheek.
I hear the oceans echoing whisper as it rushes towards the shore
But I cannot see it's dark blue waters
I feel the sun planting light kisses upon my skin
But i hear only the deepest silence of the night.
Fore I am truly unhappy.
Feeling alone, shunned, forgotten, stangnant and shamed,
I plead with myself, thinking of what I could possibly do to change these things.
It's only in my sanest, most lucid moments that I realize,
Just how big a fool am I.
So I cannot feel the wind, big deal. I will hear it.
So I cannot see the deep blue of the rolling ocean waves, so what. I will feel it.
So I cannot hear the effects of the sun, I will see it's glorious rays surround me.
My senses, lost in their sadness, are in themselves mad.
Backwards
Ironic
Utterly maddening.
So. What.
This, I am slowly, very slowly, learning, does not mean that I am lost.
It simply means that I am stumbling around sensing with all the wrong senses
The things, which lost in sadness, are still around me
Apart of me
With me.
And it is in my moments of sadness, that this brings the biggest comfort.
The biggest reason to topple out of bed and begin my day aknew.
And even as I chuckle at my own absurdity, I find that laughing? That really isn't a big deal either. For in it, I glory, just a little, in the sadness.
Corny, the scarecrow,
Was a fun and playful soul,
Stuffed with corn shucks,
And anchored to a long pole.
Corny, the scarecrow,
Is a creepy, daunting sort,
Made of last year’s crops,
Bathed in morning’s dewdrops,
He’s never had an escort.
There must have been some wonderful
In those overhauls he’s wearing,
Because when he put them on his form,
No other scarecrow was worth comparing.
Oh, Corny, the scarecrow,
Was as scary as he could be,
Blowing in the winds and rain,
His straw body would not complain,
Despite the gales he could foresee.
Corny, frightening as he could be,
Tortured birds with his shadow,
Feeling alive, just like you and me,
He waved from the setting rainbow.
Oh, Corny, the scarecrow,
Knew he might blow away,
But despite what the wind told him,
He continued to swirl and sway.
Down to the pasture,
With a pitchfork in his hand,
He danced and danced,
His life – he chanced,
Sayin’ “my hay! Catch a strand!”
He hurried to the horses,
Asked the cows for milk,
Only listening in silence…
As they pulled off a cornsilk.
Hmm, Corny, the scarecrow,
Had to go back to the cornfield,
Where he reassured the farmer,
He’ll scare the birds like a shield.
Dancing fast, with a pleasant twist,
He scurries back to his place,
There in the field, defending the crops,
From all the crows those stalks must face!
RAINY RAINY LIFE revised
Verse 1
Rainy, rainy life...
Blowing cold winds ...even in my dreams,
Colors gone, even evergreens...
I think about the joy, I had with you
Verse 2
Now grey dwells within my soul...
Nothing exists to fill the hole,
Seeds were planted ...but they cannot grow
In sterile, barren and forgotten soil
Chorus
Daily I will pray...
for strength to face, another day
Tomorrow's a turning world away
I can't think about it now...
Your mem'rys forever burned in my mind...
Unchanged with passing time
Verse 3
Rainy, rainy life...
pictures of the love we shared...
Mem'rys of loved one's that cared
My eyes see everything, but now I'm blind...
Verse 4
Life's been to me so unkind
People look and they stop and stare....
a homeless man , traveling to nowhere...
Standing watching cars pass in the pouring rain.
Chorus
Daily I will pray...
for strength to face, another day
Tomorrow's a turning world away
I can't think about it now...
Your mem'rys forever burned in my mind...
Unchanged with passing time
Chorus
Repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton
September 10,2016
revised November 19,2021
So all you kiddies, come gather round
Uncle Jack's got a story to tell
If you don't take heed of his sage advice
You'll end up not doing so well
Here's the deal, my good little buddies
Live like there's no tomorrow
No mamby-pamby sitting on the fence
Your time here is only borrowed
Grab the brass ring, hang on for dear life
You only get to go round one time
No second chance to make a first impression
Only you are in charge of the climb
The rewards are many for those who play
This challenging game of life
The payoff is years of good time fun
Without all that nasty old strife
Did you listen to what Uncle Jack had to say
He ain't just blowing it out his ears
Been around the block quite few times
And wishes you a life of good cheer
©Jack Ellison 2012
He jumped into the vehicle,
By the staring he praised the Oracle.
Billed the pedals,scolded the horn,
Clutched the clutch,pricked by fun.
Potholes and howling gutters
KIA on the way, tossing their triggers.
Hay and dusk blowing ordeals,
Omen of bitterness lurking in the lorry.
And then he visited the filling station,
Then 'over did he the staring to his lover.
His lover now in remonstration hover-
"Potholes feud, traffic strangling notions".
Jogging into potholes,she pricked her lover "The Lazier".
She has forgotten : Marriage's toss by two drivers.
17:17:09:11:32
It’s finally Mother’s Day today!
The wind is blowing and the sun is shining…the breeze is all ablur…
It’s close to the middle of May
My mom’s not here, but I visited her earlier…clouds are aligning…
Hoping all the dutiful mothers out there
Have a good day today without a care
They deserve a rest from their endless work without falling apart
In and out of the busy house from day in to day out
They are beautiful and work hard with all their strength and heart
Still, carry with you hope and ditch damaging doubt
They have tried to fulfill out needs and wants
They have a natural ability to increase elegance
Make sure to be grateful to all the helpful moms
Without them, we wouldn’t be built up like kingdoms
Be of awesome cheer
Oh, have no more fear
Make sure to give your mother a humongous hug
Make sure not to use her much like a living room rug
Even if it’s not Mother’s Day,
Make her glad and smile away!