Long Carpe diem Poems
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Seize the day
This Diwali night is the Festival of Lights,
A spark lend to dull and monotonous lives,
Living without friends is as if in a desert,
Souls chasing mirage, getting badly hurt,
Dr. Sonia created a group on whatsapp,
Eleven of us invited to join the app,
Sand dunes as if vanished in air,
How quick did we regain our flair,
Old days flash in memories afresh,
Precious moments getting subtly dressed,
Heart beats drummed, showered gold,
Emotional outburst is ready to unfold,
Murmurs in rhythm are ready to dance,
Joys abound attained in a stance,
Seize the day today, it's a worldly meet,
Never to part, future longing to greet !
Written October 26th, 2014
For our magnificent group 'elegant eleven'
Inspired to write by Dr. Shabnam on our reunion
For contest sponsored by Regina Riddle
Awarded 6th place
Carpe diem ! Enjoy your present moment.
Stay dynamic to feel life in every limb
Listen to the sweet tweets of birds at dawn.
Sense the beauty and fragrance of blossoms.
Soothing breeze is blowing ! Seize the day.
Look at shivering of shy leaves on touch of wind.
Reminiscing thrill of your first soft kiss.
Romance in love to ripple in your heart.
Honour your today, as gift of your life
Tomorrow you may think on tomorrow.
What will , will be : Future not to see.
Life is short ! Every moment to utilise.
Not to lose a day, time is precious,
flowing for ever , not to rewind.
Life does not run as continuous function
but a collection of discrete chapters.
DIMASH THE SHEPHERD
(Story of One Sky Conclusion)
I am
Shepherd
Cloaking myself
In God’s soft simplicity
My tasks complete
Songs sung
Light shone
Souls ignited
Each day seven wheels
Revolved their full degrees
Now the Awakening
know that Love is the Strike
of Light on the sleep
of a hundred thousand
years of wrenching knots
I return to You
to dissolve again
in your gentle
Ecstasy of knowing
Yourself as Voice
Each of Your atoms
in a chant or falsetto
resonated in freedom’s
True radiant White
How you ached to know
if You could go further
than planets not yet discovered
You did through each of my
Harmonic breathes
Now I’m done to
cuddle frolicking lambs
and hold my staff
as heaven’s drumstick
It will beat the
silent space between
Resonating genes
You are well pleased
Our art of evolution
continues to vibrate
in every fingertip
each sea-sponge and
Sand grain
Refreshed I will descend
then ascend again
as You instruct
to expose muted layers
My F-sharps alchemising
wolves with nightingales
I bow to You
As I hood !
©ghairodaniels2022
The wind blows in any desired style
Any day every once in a while,
Man's comments to it are just a riffraff pile.
The sun will give you some chilli sensation,
With no fear for it needs to take no consultation
From mankind whose whimperings cause no affliction.
Yet you still worry about what they'll say
When you know, they only speak once a Day.
No other day is given, for them to play
Take your clay-
Remember, just to mould a craft-
Trust your guts-
They help you, for no matter your move,
The tongue will move-
In critique.
But listen, "There has never been a statue erected for a critique",
I heard so...
Humanity's arms have closed
A chill is in the air
Infinity wanders on forever
Friends lost once so dear
The wind swept sand in my eyes
Blindnes led me to the mountain
Guided by unknown voices
I carried on to reach Heavens' fountain
Parched, starved abandoned and alone
I fell helplessly to the ground
Where humanity had betrayed me
Angels from God did abound
No longer parched or weak or hungry
They filled my every need
Such overwhelming love and joy
I thought it was a dream
Non descriptive beings of light
Each and every one of them
Souls I would assume
Whom had risen to be with Him
Hours, days, I could not tell
Reality had left me in an Unworldly place
Unconscious, unaware but not alone
The Angels encompassed me with grace.
Age runs as fast as years pass by
But the way we think about life becomes clearer
The thoughts become deeper than the well
As we try to explore and go beyond the borders
Day by day, experiences mold identity
Never too late to learn despite wrinkles on skin
Mistakes are cruel but they teach the best
Till we finally discover that we’re making difference
A lot of people smile along the road of excursion
Few are genuine but plenty are surreal
But every tear from eyes can make you wiser
That makes you stand out and a real fighter
A sudden turning point will come in life
Like a predator at night catching his prey
That day your name will be known and proclaimed
The legend finally makes his own name
The bad news is that time flies. The good news is you’re the pilot.” — Michael Altshuler
The sun spills like heavy honey over cliffs,
Drowning the clocks in a sea of amber light.
I pluck a ripe second from the abundant air,
Feeling its pulse throb against my palm today.
Shadows stretch long limbs across the quiet grass,
Tasting the wind before it turns to a ghost.
The sky is a bruised plum, leaking its juice,
Staining the edges of our fleeting breath now.
Forget the iron gates of the cold tomorrows;
They are only echoes in a hollow jar.
Drink the salt spray from the lip of the moment,
While the waves carve runes into the shifting sand.
Mountains dissolve into a purple smoke ring,
As we dance on the blade of a golden spark.
Stars are just pinpricks in a heavy curtain,
Waiting for a hand that will never arrive.
The earth is a spinning top of green silk thread,
Unraveling softly beneath our bare feet.
Hold the burning coal of this hour closely,
Until the light becomes the only thing real.
Rain gently falls from clouds above
Upon a couple new in love
Who under red umbrella hide
To walk the puddled path outside.
Now ponder all the varied bends
Where rain and lovers' journey ends.
In shallow puddles some will stay
Or seep through filthy alleyway.
Some drops will fall to deeping lake
While others, thirsty gutters slake.
But soon enough the land will dry
And all will vapor back to sky.
9.8.18
Photo #4 (the first umbrella is a couple)
Contest: A Rainy Day
The following was added after the contest ended.
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Interpretation: I've struggled with whether or not to add this, but if you'd like to form your own opinions on the meaning of the poem, just don't read on.
The four fates of rain and lovers:
Shallow Puddles - romantic flings that spring up and are fun but not meaningful
Filthy Alleys - Toxic, Damaging relationships
Deeping Lake - True, deep love
Thirsty Gutters - One sided relationship that sucks everything out
But in the end all relationships end so find the best one while you can.
Not for me the modern way to embrace,
Everything and everybody,
Using lip service to deliver,
To recipients never met,
From cultures unknown.
Not for me the modern way to embrace,
That is not heartfelt,
Is born out of fear,
Pretends to be sympathetic,
Yet can never be termed a hug,
With eyes producing only crocodile tears
Ears only hearing recorded messages,
From a politically correct source.
Not for me the modern way to embrace,
That is cruel and unfeeling,
Requiring me to always wear a mask,
With a politically correct phrase app downloaded on my phone,
Carrying my hand sanitizing lotion with me wherever I go.
Not for me the modern way to embrace,
That makes me want to puke,
As I think of all those nukes not accounted for,
Should the embrace ever be rebuked,
Not for me the modern way to embrace,
That is bereft of meaning,
Fosters no understanding,
Is not born out of a need for change,
Is not intended to right past wrongs.
Not for me the modern way to embrace,
I wasn't born with a forked tongue,
Still have a sympathetic ear,
Was taught to solve problems, not create them,
My mask was handed to me by the lone ranger,
I dress according to the weather,
I deliver messages personally,
That are heartfelt,
Through facial expressions that are real.
My only fault,
I will never embrace everything and everybody,
At the cost of self,
I will however give an old-fashioned hug,
That says I care that you are are in pain,
And offer you my umbrella should it start to rain.
There is no tomorrow
Just think of it as this
Today is what you have
Time, choices, decisions
Opportunity to see what’s there
The sun, the sky, nature’s gifts
A chance to start something new
Today’s gift that can’t be renewed
There is no tomorrow
Just think of it as this
Live your dream today, don’t wait
Share as much as you can
Speak what you have to say
Before it may be too late
Appreciate silence, but balance it
With sound you can hear far and near
Today is a gift that you can count on
The future is gambled with only thoughts
- No guarantees -
Heidi Sands
2/8/21