Long Bonding Poems
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A young boy that loved the game
Would always practice and never rest
Because he always wished someday
To play with the very best
Dad and son played together
Bonding with games of catch
Both together for love of the game
Which no one else could match
Then one morning the man awoke
To go practice with his team
And when he arrived at the field
Its grass was an amazing green
It didn’t look in anyway close
To the way it was before
And his teammates were now all different
And there were so so many more
As he ran to take his position
His teammates caught his eye
They were all the baseball legends
That he was passing by
He thought how was it possible
That these greats were there to play
Because he knew that they were all
His heroes that passed away
He walked up to a player
Whom he knew to be Babe Ruth
To get an answer to what was happening
And he only wanted the truth
The great man thought the easiest way
For a young man who’d been playing since seven
Was to tell him that they were a player short
And he was needed in baseball heaven
The young man grinned with a child’s delight
And now knew he wanted to stay
Because God granted him more than his wish
He could now play with the best everyday
My wife she does most of the things in the house
Waiting is always a must
I seldom time my days lately
The family bonding is always first
Waiting is not an option
It is life in my family
Time does not run us
We run our time
Bills and needs are given
Feeding ourselves no need to think about that
I just do what helps my family
And that is that
Life is good and never is down when family
Is always around
Waiting is never an option in my family
Because they wait and time does not matter
So that is life in the world I live in
With faith on one hand and blessings on the other
Family never is last
Family waits for family
Love Delayed
Who could have known?
The pattern of life was already here.
Hot and cold in its earthliness.
It only required us to find our willingness
On a simple classroom first-glance,
Even as neither was looking for the other.
There…
In a small learning room no one would remember,
Given its utility plainness,
That place where you might have lost your way,
Save for the invisible aura finding purchase
In my psyche that was to reveal itself
At a later date.
Perhaps…
It was then that we both heard synergism reaching,
The sound of muted longing,
Like an hourglass whose means of clocking intervals had halted,
The salty tears of lost time causing life to harden
Until that moment
When quiet arresting of awareness
Had no choice
But to chance another flow.
Later…
Between distant geographies of being,
We merged our words into visions of mutual respect
Forged later with touches of inner unity
Into an even later sunlit afternoon of bonding amidst friends,
Where we reached modestly for infinity,
Becoming independently one,
All while Love’s late arrival
Held tight our hands
As we made good
Our once invisible auras
Held invincible within.
She has a pair of subtle eyes to brood in forlorn,
the vile tale of heart rending cacophonic dissolution.
Those eyes were meek, never crude
to yearn the ties of proximity longed!
Those meek adorable eyes have endured
the absolute phases of reckless decimation:
have witnessed the brutal armageddon
of its plunderers desolation,
who have thwarted her genial expectations!
She has those mystic musing eyes
to impulse in pensive disposition,
an amiable abode of assured assertion,
to recreate the invisible affable bonding of elation;
a placid reciprocating ambience of virtuous relation:
has flair for the protection, the care, the infallible affection,
despite, those hands' propensity for imprudent desolation!
Those pair of sober eyes longed to thrive in composure and attention; in delectation,never in aversion!
Oh! what a horrific sight, with the axes in the hands,
the slayers and usurpers of its tranquil serenity
are waiting like sordid savages for her dire extinction!
Her latent moistened eyes are witnessing the march of those executioners:
are sobbing in utter horror and dismay,
cursing and shrieking quietly her non kinetic endeavours,
to conserve the sacred entity in virgin forests; pristine,
from the unscrupulous callous ventures of the predators.
She has those whimpering eyes to foresight;
to remind the dire repercussions
of dereliction of reckless deviations;
Are wailing and mourning in utter seclusion,
the ceaseless thumps of the usurpers' annihilation.
Those Pair of Latent Eyes are Nature's Eyes, neither vague, nor obscured:
silently screeching and watching,
the relentless heedless ravagers' devastations,
Not yet any restoration, despite beseeching imploration,
needless to predict, will reveal in various manifestations!
Something’s amiss, in this matrix
All that we see, is doomed to die
Our form’s but sticks and bones and bricks
Within which ego’s up to tricks
Delusion - heart’s cry, as we sigh
When feral urge, we don’t decry
Trauma bonding with lower mind
The time’s now hermit, to ask why
Going through turbid earth life grind
Heart’s desires grip us in their bind
If only we dwell in silence
Bliss ours, if we’re with love aligned
Rekindling inner sentience
Bursts forth innate luminescence
God’s light aglow, in cave of heart
Cascading bliss effervescence
08-March-2022
By Paris Thulare
I always led life to the fullest
I always had those who brought me greatest
And my family was the best
But you ruined all that
You fed our hearts with jealousy
You created a large barrier to the bonding we had
Now people see us as enemies
We call each with names
Nobody cares
Only hate runs through the veins
There is no more love to rain
Every memory we had is down the drain
We are strangers
we are all in vain
With no more hands to grip
I wish I could get that medicine to drive you away
For better and forever
Now that You have ruined us all
Now that you took what kept us closer
leave us in peace
Since the time of creation it
has lasted till now
And still yet no one knows
how
Or why it has been through
many generations
With no sign or atom of
segregation
In spite of our earthly flaws
and our un repented
attitude of breaking your
laws
You still have us in your
immaculate heart
and willing to give us a
fresh start
Despite our human
weakness
You still bless our world
with much uniqueness
Even when we thought
we've lost your care
You made us felt your
presence like the air
Even in times of troubles
and tribulations
In hard times and moment
of temptations
You've always been there
watching our back
Ensuring we are on the
right track
You made our happiness
your top priority
Guiding our lives with your
supreme security
You bought us back from
the snares of death with a
price
When forgetting your
existence is at a rise
You restored our lost hope
And makes life easy for us
to cope
You poured down to us the
rain of your love
That takes away our pain
that was impossible to get
rid of
Your love light up our dark
world
Bonding us with happiness
like a cord
The wheels of your love
spins at a blinding speed
The gears they burn hot at
a desperate need
I have never seen a love
that is as sweet as yours
That has the key to open all
lock doors
Because you liveth we can
face tomorrow
With no fears,no worries
and no sorrow
You made us feel the peace
of heaven
Lifting away our heavy
burden
You've not only wipe away
our tearsful face
But you've filled our days
with your heaven grace
Thanks for everything
you've done
Ever since when we were
born
You are a friend worth
having
For your love is a love
worth finding
THE BENCH BY THE LAKE
In the cold fall morning,
the bench by the bay lies empty,
do I vision what the bench envisions?
in the vast scenario of nature.
The sight from the bench must be enchanting,
it must be wonderful to watch flock of geese and ducks frolicking,
the sight of mist rising from the lake and meeting the skies must be subliming;
the colorful aura of the sunrise and sunset must be stunning.
The echoes of the music around the lake bench would be exalting,
The chirp of birds and the buzz of bees must be entertaining,
The music of creeks and crackle of children must be soothing,
The sound of wind fluttering the colorful sails must be exciting.
The scent around the bench must be tantalizing,
The smell of perfume of eucalyptus and pine must be stimulating,
The aroma of variety of food must be appetizing,
The fragrance of cherry blossoms and flowers must be enticing.
The bench is always anxiously waiting,
To give a place to rest to the weary and the tired,
The bench is always ready to embrace,
The engravings of throbbing hearts which long to be tied.
The bench gleefully adores the bonding of moms and infants,
It cheerfully watches the hugs and kisses of admiring lovers,
It reflects on the life's reflection of graying couples,
It waits to share the joys and pains of many lives.
Love-bonding moments midst fortifying faith-triumphs
Etched in my heart’s veins…
Warm fellowships midst tear-filled mirth
Distinctly carved within my soul’s chamber---
Blessed family huddling around contentment bounty
Picturesquely entombed inside my spirit’s cells…
Always ready to resurrect, quickening my nostalgic neurons
Reviving me against oblivion-burial
Never to become sepulchered memories…
Since God rejoices* me with the days of my youth.
*Ecclesiastes 11:9 Rejoice… in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment.
May 28, 2019
Honorable Mention, "Pick A Title, Vol 5 - Verse" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 6/25/2019.
This is a story about a man
who deepsea-dived to another land.
Where forests of kelp grow so high
they can almost glimpse the blue of the sky.
Where darting fish play in a waterfall,
the man followed a sea nymph's call.
She was an octopus, he was a man,
this meeting designed by a non-mortal hand.
He followed her as she gathered her meals
and when she hid from a predator's zeal.
She knew he was there but would not interfere
with her meanderings far and near.
One day one tentacle touched his hand,
and their differences fell away like the sand.
Each day they swam, he not too near,
but she always sensed his presence there.
She became a creature of magnificent grace
touching his hand, caressing his face.
Finally, she lay her body upon his chest,
her farewell gift for his earnestness.
The next time he dived she had company:
her mate, which he knew he could never be.
He watched her give birth then, as prearranged,
she must forfeit her life in sea's equal exchange.
Weaker she grew as the days swam past
until she became part of the sea at last.
The pain was deep as he watched her leave.
Their unearthly bonding he silently grieved.
He knew sea creatures' lives can be swift;
but grateful he was given this special gift.
He learned a sea creature's ability to love
a man who, one day, appeared from above.
A beautiful saga about life and the sea
and a man embraced by its majesty.
Simply told, this story is true.
A man, an octopus, and the love they knew.