Long Brook Poems
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Atop the mountain
The small gurgling brook begins
A song of Nature
A song of Nature
Whispering down the mountain
It’s sweet melody
It’s sweet melody
Babbling through the forest floor
Rushing to the sea
Rushing to the sea
Streams and brooks burble over
Roaring waterfalls
Roaring waterfalls
Splashing into the ocean
Far from the mountain
Inspired by Raul Moreno's The Sounds of Nature Contest
Who I used to be?
Not an easy answer - as I turn the pages of my life
to the past and ponder,
feels like a wonder!!!!
Blessed to be born in a blissful home,
cocooned by a fearless, courageous father
and a spiritual, dedicated mother,
life was a luscious lavish garden for me -
love bloomed like the delicate Dahlias
and charming Chrysanthemums,
with tender care and immersed attention,
each tiny petal with ravishing beauty!
It was the opulence of affection,
Not the glamour of worldly possessions!
I felt like a princess in my father's kingdom,
although it was not the reality...
I was born in an uprooted family...
who missed the land and memories
they left overnight!
A house adorned and encircled
by verdant plants and tall trees,
where my imaginary brook flowed beside the cottage
humming and meandering softly!
In that abode I, with a heart brimming with sapphire imagination,
and eyes full of lilac dreams...
blossomed reading and writing poetry!
Watched my mother's folded hands in prayer,
Observed my father's helping hands for the needy,
Listened to mother reminiscing her fairytale childhood days,
Forging a strong fascination for storytelling,
turning into a passion! a fountain of
kindness and piety descended from their souls,
the cadence of devotion
inspiring me to be a complete whole!
Grandparents bestowed the guiding light,
growing up with siblings was a cherished boon,
Humility and politeness were the virtues encouraged,
compassion for the poor, respect for deserving,
A sense of thankfulness surrounded my young demeanor!
Like the secret life of a precious pearl being formed,
My personality was forged by the inter-mingling of traits and
charisma inherited from family,
I miss my previous self -
eyes gleaming with golden aspirations and dreams,
Although confidence, self-reliance,
being articulate and independent unleashed a new direction to life,
The old me has given birth to a persona
Which led to an untrodden path!
"To Him that made great lights, His Mercy, endureth,
forever"
Man is not God but suffers when
man acts as Him.
He grows weary being Him, or
contrarily plays helpless. Never thinking of asking
God for help.
"In the deep forest I will search for you and find you.
Along the running brook, with awesome leaves, the
Lord is all over the earth. The tall pines sing your name."
"I cannot hide from your presence.
In the midst of the desert, I find you or under a stream."
All our problems are solvable! the world sends us tin
answers to soul longing questions.
We forget this final verse and in so doing, cause ourselves
such pain.
"Do not let your heart be troubled.
And...what do you benefit, if you gain the whole word yet lose your
own soul"
Wishing all a great day!
Panagiota
October 4, 2019
I like Crowd and like it in abundance
But not the one you like
Your Crowd has noise and noises only
Without any beauty & Music of its own.
Your Crowd is a gathering without elegance and Beauty,
It's a bunch of bodies without rhythm, music, thrill of life and Love,
It's a group of sad or shouting faces without the glimmer of peace & love,
It hardly has any smile, which can fill us with the hope of life and Love.
The mind and heart of your Crowd is neither calm, quite, nor unpolluted
If you want to feel and enjoy the silent Music and eternal beauty of a Crowd
Go to a Lake or a river or a mountain brook
Or go near a serene water stream, on a mountain top.
Here you will find in abundance
The free children of Mother Nature
Dancing with the joy of eternal beauty and love
And singing their songs with each gush of winds.
They will greet you amid the blowing wind
As if, they thrills-up by just beholding others
And raise their heads with love and eternal joy
While singing the song of unheard melodies.
Each gush of wind touch them to bloom
The showering rays of Sun, move them to smile
In the company of their dancing friends
By seeing them only you will bloom like a lotus
Amid the Crowd of singing and dancing flowers.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Written sometimes back originally in Hindi language
Kanpur 16th November 2009
My jaunt through over crowded hallways
past bodies grouped like gulls gathering
a grey murmuring
patients on overdose
their creased faces like glaciers streaked
by warming
pink white rings that circle their eyes
rabbit pinched
unfocused
glances not easily discarded
Henry, slumped in his wheelchair
his body uncoupled like a skylark
cut from song
thin shoulders falling to trembling limbs
He greets me, barely audible
words that leave soft traces
that sometimes choke on their own silence
What oozes forth,
fragmented stories of acting on the stage
till footlights dimmed
Time vandalized history
Roots in a cushioned land
Beseeching, he asks "Roll my wheelchair to the
train tracks. Leave me there."
Panic closes in like shutters
to darken the wood of smiling
I wedge words, can brook no paths criminal
A quick embrace to soothe unmoored grief
to appease the unprotected
My blunt exit (slowed momentum)
on floor stickiness,
waste-brine that coats my soles
anchoring displacement
Poem revised June 9, 2021
Then and Now
Then, I did not know that you were there
or miss the slight confusion of your hair
or think about your gracious smile
while pausing by brook a while
Or wandering under cloud-blown skies
did not recall the beauty of your eyes
when walking in the woods in June
through green-filled Summers in full bloom.
I did not think of how you walk
or of the music of your talk
(so like sunlight among flowers).
Now, strolling over fields for hours
I forget what once had been
your beauty in my heart has so grown
you now are all the Spring times I have seen
and all the Summers I have known.
Deep in the woods
The dirt road went deep in the woods where bad things happened
There were shacks in the trees with guard dogs in front of them
Traffic went in and out, with ongoing illegal activity happening
License plates on the vehicles would change, when they leave
They had free reign to do anything, cops in their pockets participated
Drugs, money laundering, assaults, abuse, all the worst kinds of acts
People came from out of town and out of state too, for a long time
Later the shacks burned down, leaving the rubble near the brook
Remnants of evil laid on the ground of children’s lives fractured
--- In the woods ---
Heidi Sands
8/23/17
this got written x years ago
behoves this update version of a bozo
christened sans parents
playing eeny meeny miny moe,
yet upon tiring of game with a no
nonsense attitude
eventually decided on Not Nada Poe
Whit - Walt har vee gong to call So and So
Now, you probably wonder and ask
yarself y am.i. On a wishy washy
web site - far tis to bask
in offline and/or online friendship
as like quaffing from a flask
with no deliberate intent
to antagonize nor mask
n e hidden agenda -
quite a challenging task.
Thus, i turn the question back 2 u,
per what spurred posting/responding too
and might there be interest
with me - n average hue
man male - hoping
4 an acquaintance brand new
from - this barred bard -
scot tush matthew.
Dis horny older buck haint gonna take a byte
so...no need to take fright
i merrily scout cyber seas donning
me virtual webbed whirled wide wet suit to brook
a female friendship countless
adult oriented web site
such as ashleymadison, badoo, craigslist, elitemate,
plenty of fish tagged twoo,
or other venue left of the political right
and if absolutely positively unquestioningly
without subatomic particle of interest
than please just respond albeit and try to be polite...
good morning, noon, or night
quite
right
to be guarded when an acquaintanceship
begins out of sight
whereby data bit bump and grind
thru the information super
highway somewhat tight
and bring x rated epistles to life that i write.
Ma arch i bald dingbats of fingas clip by
at greased lightening speed
justa friendship this poor fella doth need
an accommodating gal to offer a lead
mien eyes did not purposely heed
The calm, composed Coconut Beach of Cambodia
Or the Galápagos Islands of sublime sereneness
Boats of quietude sail through the seas of Utopia.
Stream, brook, sunrise, sunset—nature's flowery floridness
The breathing of butterflies and the blooming of blossoms
Confessions of Cherubic Caves and Covenants of Clouds
Desert islands and deserted monumental chasms
Fancies of farms, fields, forests, fishes, flocking feathered fowls
Monasteries and museums in meditation moods
Readings of reeds, restings of reptiles, river reflections
Slow snake-skates, snowfalls, stargazing space-spa solitudes
Turtles and tortoises, all underwater attractions.
Sacrosanct silent scenes share stories splendid and sublime.
Like millions of melodies, within soul cells they always chime.
I see the light through faded vision
I see times' flight in this faceless prison
Scorned by death yet banished from life
In stasis somewhere beyond day and night
Somewhere I am but nowhere it be
Nowhere can I be alive or dead you see
I hear the sound of the babbling brook
I hear bird song as evening comes
I feel the wind pass through my soul
I taste the rain and feel the snow
Though sight I have no paned window
I see the movement and feel the shapes
I watch the sounds and colours escape
For they can pass through this place
They can find a peace some way
For I know not of what deal I made
I expected peace when I found my grave
But I can not live or die in this life or game.