Long Buoyancy Poems
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The wheels of time roll by on the lavish landscape of life,
many springs swarm in our ambiance and wane away,
as we chaperon our entwined hearts on the garden path.
Ardent fervor lined with silver on the satin cloud that set sail,
not for long, for the ruinous rainstorm surges in
and dissolves the dormant shine of the remote sky.
My yearning glides beyond the sway of the eroded banks
of the subterranean stream flowing from your eyes,
but I know it’ll return from the sanguine sea of certainty.
I won’t wait long to be with you in the vale by my garden,
for in the recess of your meandering arms outspread for me,
I wander on the wings reverie to repose once again.
You sow the seeds of buoyancy in the abandoned garden,
that sprout in the spectral spring with amorous splendor.
The cradle of malachite leaves caresses the buds of rose,
that bloom on the canvas of dawn painted by sunburst sky.
In a trance I see you’re adorned by filigree of flushing patina,
the flower of yearning embellished with the glow of ardor.
I then find me drift in the domain of the deepest fantasy,
sparkle in the sapphire sky like a shooting star,
falling on the purple petals of your pristine rose,
I turn into a drop of dew radiating my heart’s fervent hue.
When the sinking feeling rises
He hopes it floats on rainbow bubbles
Until the dredges clear once more
What ifs have not buts they simply are
A luxury or misdemeanour in thought
Crystal clear reflections upon blind sight
In sleepless nights with tokens of meaning
When consciousness meets disarray
Confabulations take their stride
Spooling endless loops that irritate when midnight
Meets dawn before dusk in empty synchronicity
With heartless spikes filled with fearful dread
A restless dagger rides the grinder
Leaves inroads for another day as
The plateau sweeps away foundations
Yet privilege adorns the many building sites
Of birthing life and mounting connotation
In the wilderness of dissipate surrender
Acceptance clears the buoyancy of drowning
When down is up and far way is near enough
And the jester tackles the charades of doubts
It is a circus in the mind field of masks and jingles
In which procrastination smiles upon the clown
And lonely laughter smirches pandemonium
When the fool turns jokester and uncovers madness
As serenity brings what not ifs into the fold of light
Moments of insomnia are but a tiny price to pay
10th December 2019
While I was searching a book to read in my old school
Today maybe changed somehow modernized,
There were lot of rooms,
With many of the destitute instant of books.
Anyway, however, I was swerved..
This is my own school why should I hesitate…
The swot ..like swingle …
You’re my SCHOOL.. Swivelled on you
Who could have changed you like this…?
Distorted…
I am completely distracted..
At least the basement may be kept..
I went on to search into, the basement
My goodness, my school, everything distorted…
.. recasted ..
My sweet heaven you distorted, I am distracted..
I want to see the smile of the portia’s yellow flower..
Where is the doorway? And door steps of margosa?
The premises, the sun kissing ground..
All for me unseen world?
There is suddenly landslide:
Divination , there is my teacher pulling me out, digging
The landslide that covered me, the teacher with a mammoty
I identified first teacher ever remembering.
Now the light, my teacher…!
Pursuit smile ..national uniform in white,
How sweet he is…
~~~~~~~
Ah, finding the right Greek to go
after!
That stole my soul forever with
love and laughter!
Twas my glimmering treasure trove
to secure.
I admit fully to being anything
but shy and demure!
His buoyancy, his enigmatic zeal
while we soaked our toes in the Pacific!
Sultry waves, alternating between deep
rainbow and holographic.
Kisses, yes,tempestuous and very randy.
The joy of you~tasting like warm, erotic,
Baklava candy!
Oh, don't be still my heart!
That Hellenic lovemaking is quite a lovely
art.
The rational of the planet, think
I am insane!
Good! Let's the two of us go dance Hasapiko,
naked in the rain!
Afterwards don your Greek soldiers' outfit
for me!
Handsome you,in that foustanella now to
please,
Oh, gorgeous Greek, dancing
Tsamiko, my heart pounding.
My decades of passion and love
for you, so Thessaloniki astounding!
At this point,I must stop this late
night quilling!
To be with you, Agape Mou, your
Panagiota is eternally willing!
January 6, 2020
10:30 PM PST
You're strong and you deserve
All praise...
For you brightened up my days
And I can't imagine you abandoning me...
I can see our friendship last for a lifetime
I'd do anything...for you
I'd sacrifice my life...for you
I could hike Mount Everest...for you
I'd give you all that you desire
I'd walk into the fire...
for you...don't deny it - it's true
I'd walk on hot coals...for you
I'd do the impossible...for you
It's true...
I'm positively sure that
I love you...
I'd give up my life...for you
You still don't have a clue,
Do you?
You were there for me
In my times of trouble and stress
You were meant to be
My sincere friend...soaking in my distress...
Bottling up our progress
Somehow I'll prove to you
That you're a virtuous, unselfish friend to have
You make my heart thump with buoyancy
You have no clue how fortunate you make me feel
Every time you're hanging out with me...
You tell me that I look handsome -
You have no clue how that makes me feel
Every time you encourage me...
Every time you remind me of how I look,
It makes me beam with contentment...
naturally
The sun blowtorches its way into the water,
fragments, and the bottom is an aqua sky
webbed by white-hot lightning.
Here and there, legs hang like halved mannequins
disappearing into a squiggly-bright ceiling,
through which you can make out
the slurred shape of a poolside palm tree.
The deep, guttural grooon-grooon of
the water’s stomach growling is all you hear,
dredging up a similar sound from your subconscious,
last heard while you were immersed, long ago,
in another fluid world.
The water suddenly internal-combusts
in a tangle of arms and legs,
flailing in a fizz of a million tiny bubbles,
some kid having just somersaulted into the blue.
Soon, another’s face splashes down before you,
slightly albino in the shining water,
bug-eyed with silvered goggles
like a child alien from a waterless planet
discovering buoyancy.
Then you realize it’s your own kid,
wobbling from side to side,
toothy, hair waving like smoke
as he dog-paddles away.
You come up for air, breaching the surface like a
graceless dolphin,
and clarity hits your ears,
a momentarily soundless din.
You can already feel your skin heating up
in the blast furnace above water,
confusing because there are beads
running down your face and neck, cold.
You suck a lungful of air and push yourself under again,
but not before catching a glimpse of your wife
drowse-browsing a magazine on her sun lounger,
and the two umbrellas,
the big one shading the miniature one
stuck in the snowy slush of your pina colada.
Rain
Icey teardrops
Dripping slowly down the panes
Like a bitter honey
As though my brick home is suddenly flooded with bittersweet memories
Death
The reaper
Who shines in the midnight hour like an eroding candle
Finally shared with me the news
As he took some of my suitcases with him
With no farewell
He climbed aboard his melancholy chariot
“A stage of life,” he said
And took off, kicking dust across streets
And onto my lonely home’s panes.
I lay here on the pane
Watching the tears roll down the panes
The storm is battering my home, my dam
Attempting with brute force
To invade me
To soak me wet and cold
I am not home
I am in a prison identical in appearance to my home
Locking myself within while I watch the hurricane wage its war
Suddenly
The dam erupts
The narrow streets welcome a flood of dark, obnoxious waters
My prison is taken, as though a boat
I float upon the treacherous waters
But buoyancy is temporary
I sink
The barring windows crack one by one
I grow nervous and restless
Without warning the bricks exploded
And I am embraced by warm water and soft, white foam
My eyes close
My tender cheeks are no longer dry
I am entirely drenched and encapsulated
From my lungs to the heart and soul
A hand grasps mine
Finally the sun shines
Clouds have partially blocked my view, but the sun does shine
Like gold
Beautiful gold
And the water I float softly on evaporates
I clench the hand harder
The wind wipes my tears
Nature of life, who I so despised, who so betrayed me
Now comforts me with the gifts and of mankind
To each yin a yang,
I know.
Someday when yang floods my home
I shall be strong enough to let go
Form:
In nature’s pool, away from the moon
jellyfish, those rose tinted wonders
of illuminated buoyancy, my ankles avoid
the terror of tentacles where a perfect
CocoCay day, would not be, to be stung.
In nature’s pool, absorbing the sun’s zeal
and sighting seagulls above the waterline.
I see, with my itty body immersed in manifold
drops - the sea and sky glide overhead
in camouflaged wings of turquoise. Oh God!
Complexity and perspective, latitude and
longitude - yes, God is that specific - shows
up where we are. This poet’s grappling
with weak words. Oh God! Your glory
swims all around, flies over me…I jump with joy.
9/23/2022
Two-hundred dollar hairdo
Cascading off her shoulders
Dressed in a little black dress
And Louboutin stilettos
Leaving behind a trailing cloud
Of extravagant luxurious perfume
Flaunting the tiera of a princess
Strutting down the catwalk of life
Walking five inches off the ground
This svelt slanky body devoid of carbs
Ruby red lipstick over a flashy smile
Crystals dangling from her ears
Bejeweled gems round her long bare neck
Glancing at you with her kohl-accented eyes
An exuberant smile exploding with the
Confidence of youthful carefree buoyancy
AP: 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2023
Overlooking
The lake from his cottage deck
Like a captain last to leave his ship
My dad
Discards his cane atop the stairs
Fastens his wobbly hips and knees
Sideways
And to the rickety railing
He Inchworms his wrinkled hands
Across the slivers
Down he goes
Two feet
Each
A step at a time
Descending the 40 planks to Torch Lake
He enters the cold water
Strolling to the end of the rickety dock
Where his hands release
To a buoyancy catching him
Under his arms
My dad is young again
Springing high and settling back
Bouncy as a moon walker
Bending easily for pennies or clams
And no one dares cha-ching
At his elbow to help anymore.
He levitates on his back
Arms arrowed past his head
Like Superman
With his blue lake cape sailing behind him
Flying away across the summer.