Long Clinking Poems
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a bouncing ball against a wall
conkers bashed as Autumn falls
the swish of a skipping rope:
milk bottles clinking in a crate
grate of chalk upon the slate
the tinkle of five-stones on a roll:
warning moan of an air raid
drone of bombers overhead
the whispers of prayers said:
rattle of the tin-can tommy
rasping squeak of a swing
the bus stop bell request ring:
voices chanting time-tables
snap of a teacher cane
the double hoot of the fast steam train:
raucous yell of the paper-seller
the release of the works hooter
exhaust noise from my Lambretta scooter:
peals of a Sunday morn bell
the passing funeral ....tolling,
....a death nell
Letting my body perfectly free
As anonymous star in the sky’s sea
While whirling, I closed my eyes
Lit the Holy Candle inside
As light as an air
When losing my existence
As I am a wind
Or a particle of sand
Or a Dandelion seed flying in the air
In a Sufi (mystical) flight
I am a soul in luminous Twilight
The whole Universe is echoing
With soulful melodies
With the Zikr (recitation) of (Allah) God
And with the chanting poetry
In the praise of Prophet Mohammad (P.B.U.H)
With sweet melodious tunes
Like a beautiful mosaic…
Sounds and whirling waves
Flowing together in harmony
Like a singing nightingale
OR clinking of the bells
Like rustles of leaves
OR cataract sounds
Like splashing sounds of water in the rain
When they strike the window pane
Velvet soft as warm breeze
Quite spontaneous like flowing streams
Sublime flashes of spiritualism
Sparkles & scintillates every moment
The ecstasy is growing wider and wider
The increasing gentle turns
Becomes dynamic
Whirling whirlpool is getting deeper and deeper
As a well
My meta-physical journey is on extreme
In a moment in universe
In a moment in the sea
Where seeking spiritual connections
The connections.....
Now seems very close
Very close
The stage of my purification is beginning
Sacred feelings and emotions
Of the Divine Love of God
Enlightens my heart and soul
Where no more worldly greed
No worries, no screams
The way is direct and clear indeed
Just me and my Allah, nothing more I need.
Poetess S. Nadia Azam Shah Bukhari.
the beach’ll be a blast
of sand and surf
relax,
of surf and sun
enhance.
the ebb and flow,
a slow
down swish
of flow and romance.
the embrace
of salty air,
that we share,
and seaside beat
of gulls and feet.
a splash
of feet and hands
forming castles
that retreat,
with each push and pull
of the seashell
adorning,
ocean core.
a retreat,
seaside beat,
hot in sun,
a breezy-beachy blast
of romance,
complete with clinking
hurricane glass.
paradise of piña coladas
and sunny smiles
under attentive palms.
back in the sea,
the swish of waterfalls -
plenteous and frothing.
marvelous
enchantment
of vertiginous
waves pulling
me away
from the shore…
5/2/2022
Clinking, clinking
I heard the clinking in
repetition
what could
cause
whatever object this is to
make this clinking sound.
Clink!
The loudest sound
yet.
peaking my interest
one's honest admission
dredged from it's
translucence
clear in obvious
objective
gaining my attention
I relaxed towards
it's conclusion
blanketing myself
to warm my now
needing desire
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For our friend, Caren:
RELAXATION OF FAERIE FOREST
dosido, arm in arm
through the pinefill
of faeries. celebratory shakes,
knowing nothing of masks.
protected from human mistakes.
clinking of teacups
“Morning, dear.”
the scent of honeysuckle
and lilacs.
invitation of forest minds,
muses tempting, plotting,
prodding.
fluttering petals, prams
giggling.
girltime in volition.
the whispers are cheering, cherry blossoms
with twirling wings
whirligigs of chimes, tinkling.
zephyr zests the piney invitation
of relaxation — imagination unreal.
silken hues, scarves dance like a chinese dragon.
my dear friend’s amused. she smiles, unconfused.
serendipity of each new introduction, production
by Ann of Appletree, Beatrice of Begonia, Calise of Calliope.
explosion of applause by humans...
teeth whitened by sunlight...
lips spread as if puppet strings of gold suspended them…
my friend cheered up as they nickname her
Eeyore of Eglantine.
A muse slants her eyes from under the bough
a bit jealous
but a “tee hee,” develops and a wee hand
covers her mouth
but she remembers to cover it and pout.
She shouts,”All hail Eeyore of Eglantine!” then rolls
her eyes, a bit too cute.
Someone’s suspicious!
1/22/2021
- in those moments, it shines.
The nostalgia of an upside down
world glinting up through hourglasses of years,
a mark impressed upon flesh; a scar harbouring
simple childhood games inside a jagged
line now faded. Occasionally it flares,
reddens from a twist of skin uncomfortable,
or in the tightness of early morning dressing;
the twinge acts as an echo, a ripple, a call from
back then, years ago, an era lost like sand
through fingers sweaty from summer heat,
lemonade with ice cubes clinking. The scar,
the mark, that narrow margin of error, a
Faultline physical memory running like a border
along my skin. And you were there, holding my hand
- in those moments, it shines.
"Golden Tapestry"
One day, that San Francisco way
My, oh my, like a rushing waterfall
This hopeless heart did fall.
Tinkling chimes, clinking glasses, music from the East,
Like rushing romantic stanzas swept me off my dreamtime feet.
Some are impressed by great authors or thinkers.
Me...one minute glimpse of your eyes, mesmerizing, godlike winkers!
Will I ever be able to go just one day without thee?
You, the creator of our lives golden tapestry!
Nay, we live in a fragrant field of fairy dreams.
You, forever, my king divine, in our eternal, castle of rainbow schemes.
Play on, instruments of limitless love and light.
An honor to be so bound by love's delight.
Forever your~ Panagiota
April 18. 2020
2pm PST
ALONE AT THE HOLOCAUST MUSEUM
rose early in the morning,
indulged in a lovely quiche lorraine,
ventured out
alone.
silence has a sound of its own.
yes, there was the film, my first exposure -
Kristallnacht – the night of broken glass
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the sterile space…
alone, i enter the “gas chamber” -
no one’s there, no screaming naked bodies.
the only fear is in my mind – i
must get out, feeling claustrophobic.
exiting and to my right, a setup -
a dummy behind a machine gun
my pulse quickens, throat is dry.
then to my left: hair cuttings, glasses, teeth, clothing -
my eyes hurt as i read – many children were thrown
into the ovens A L I V E.
the horror constricts my brain. horrible to imagine
one crazed serial murderer and this was an entire country.
cruelty has sharp claws, hidden behind breath and flesh
gifted by God. monsters have lovely hair, straight teeth,
families preparing dinner, friends cheering with
CLINKING CRYSTAL.
going home, they smile, swing loved ones around,
kiss their merry cheeks,
and they R E E K with death.
10/14/2016
Mama knows
we’ll be celebrating
a sadness—
weeping.
she needs flowers—
carnations, her favorite.
her birthday this week.
(dad’s birthday comes first)
shall we place long stems
alongside the purple urn?
i’m crying—
that’s all that’s left.
ashes, we shan’t peek.
we must believe
they are contained;
we must believe
mom’s home
in heaven.
i hope her heart beats
so loud
we don’t miss
the kisses she throws
as we cheer
with her favorite
Manhattans.
three cheers
with cherries—
clinking, a sigh.
won’t be a dry
eye. I
still see her last sleep.
I tug at her cross.
O what a loss.
Mama we miss you.
9/10/2021
Golden Jubilee
We cut the 50th wedding anniversary cake.
We hold hands and smile beaming
as we look into each other's eyes.
The colony we created applause.
What's not on the list?..
Cheers, toast, poses, selfies...
We stand, a legendary example.
I am happy I could take it all in the path.
A path of togetherness and sharing.
I eye him affectionately as he
goes around clinking his glass with the
younger generation..
He turns to thank me for my constant
support all through the journey...
And my great understanding, my patience,
My dedication, my overwhelming love.
Indeed, I'm very understanding..
I thought of all the flings he had
And I knew about all of them but
never ever mentioned them to him.
He will never know that when I would
suddenly threw the idea for a party,
of a weekend out or a craze for shopping,
It was to appease my pain and deception
and refuel myself to sustain this marriage.
But I love him and love him more for not
having made me feel the second best
Or less beautiful, or less desirable.
We are afterall an awesome couple
of our own passing generation!!!
© Sunita UPD