Long Cobras Poems
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Why should the sun, like primrose, change its true color?
Why shouldn't each color have its own existence?
Why should the moon shrink holler for seasons smaller?
Why must Bluebells turn white on someone's insistence?
Can cranes compel crows to stand still straight stiff-necked?
Can cobras wish rhinos to crawl and get frogs served?
Can deer desire lions to have their skin soft spot-flecked?
Can creepers caution palm trees to keep their logs curved?
Nature had her reason when she crafted me: ME,
As black-hole or blue-hole has many a meaning;
A hole named ME might be, otherwise, stay empty,
There's none, on earth, like me with the same leaning...
Creepers, climbers, flowers, or flies I cannot be;
What creature on earth could fully resemble ME?
14 September 2021
Why am I me? Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shreya LN
Quote:""One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." - Louis Armstrong
In my mind, depths transcend,
Music weaves, divine blend,
Sorrow, hope, intertwined,
depths transcend, In my mind.
Melodies seal, vibrant retreat,
Pain subsides, miseries fleet,
Resonating unique feels,
Vibrant retreat, melodies seal.
Music’s power, crystal clear, tears cascade,
Glass shatters, sound's brigade,
Cobras tamed, deer draw near,
Tears cascade, Music’s power, crystal clear
Uniting souls, music’s grace, solace found,
Love in notes, words unbound.
Waves serenade, love's space,
Solace found, Uniting souls, music’s grace.
Like a blood-red moon on the zenith of the summer sky
Like a crimson bindi on the forehead of a bride, shy
I place you, O anger, within my core consciousness realm.
With agitations of cogitations, within I whelm...
My voice raises; my entire physique trembles; my face frowns.
My fist clenches; sweat cumulates; there’s a curve in my crowns.
Wherefrom does, like a monster, arise this strange aggression?
Hurting myself and others, I fall into depression.
Hatred springs up like a mushroom from a monsoon muddle.
Both, one in mind and one in heart, as long-lost friends, cuddle;
Pessimistic moods threaten, like protruding dagger tips,
Within, often occurs, the exasperation eclipse...
You, combined with malicious thoughts and words, are in my blood.
Within, feelings of absurdity and emptiness, flood
Like cobras in Coitus, you passionately amuse.
Like alcoholics in full booze, ultimately, I snooze.
To get rid of your clench, for me, is a constant struggle.
This is because our intimacy is like a snuggle.
Rooted in it is the short pleasure I merrily draw.
I'm, like a chick in an eagle's inescapable claw.
The Divine intervention, at such a juncture, I plead.
Within unseen realms, as though wounded in battle, I bleed.
Crying, weeping, screaming, and screeching I come before God.
The consciously conscious who, with love and respect, is awed.
The havoc you caused in me during your satanic reign
Makes me understand that these hullabaloos are in vain
Sooner or later, like catharsis, you come to an end.
Towards freedom and sanctity, merrily, I transcend...
When we remember that we are one,
feeling the emphatic soul connection
of the other animals, extending love
to the raccoons, foxes, mice, spiders,
grasshoppers, cobras, sharks, grizzlies ...
When we remember soul is more important than outside packaging,
when we decide to listen to each other, to give each human a fresh
start, no matter what religion, belief system, or country they claim,
when we begin to communicate through silent listening...
When we give each human and animal respect and empathy,
when we show a willingness to hear them, when we remember we are all souls first ...
When we revere and admire the other inhabitants of our planet
the way we admire and revere
the moon, stars, and sun, then we will
begin to feel our planet settling into peace ...
I chase my pains; they fail to move,
Their strength, indeed, they wished to prove;
Midst joys, like thistles, they appear,
Like cobras, they, within, fright gear;
Grieves caused by dear and near ones dead,
Fear that stops legs to step ahead;
Distress, that like scorpion, stings,
Or like Vampire bats spreads dark wings;
Darkness of loneliness seeps in,
What way could I in my life win?
Isolation caused by self-hate,
Becomes, often, fair bait of fate;
Anger fills my psychic pitcher,
Emptiness within grows richer;
Eagles of vengeance fly about,
Helplessness causes, in doubt, shout;
Green snakes hide within my home lawns,
Each day, thus, like gloomy death, dawns;
Midst good and bad there's no distance,
What use is such an existence?
18 October 2022
I saw the rattle snakes, cobras and anacondas
slithering in-between my toes but not of them bit but off of my flesh or bite me at all
the field of Green was greener then I thought It would be more fresher and safe
then I thought I would be.
I saw fresh fruit dangling of trees off like crystal diamond chandeliers in ball rooms of fancy mansions and restaurants
Big, glossy fruits, luring me in to take a taste
Mangoes, coconuts, apples and oranges with tangerines too
watering in my mouth for the burning desire to eat them all
I opened my mouth with hunger, wondering in my drifting thoughts where I would go next
I know I was free and the snakes vanished, what now?
Alphabetic yellows but you would melt my hairs should haze
The dim contour leasing the pounding in my breast
Would a war by all fragile ward fragility to lick your smoke at the corners
Of your mouth to which then French and frenzy make an ocean wider
Green, green is the blackest grass of long twisting cobras told unknown
Gallant as a child holding on to frays of reeds and a bite of snow
Nothing contained in the deaf phlegm of white light
The skill of work in the hot bloods of the thickness imagined
Weaving in the wives room and again to the lantern
To rub the brass and alleviate the dead petals in conquest by the fresh
The very tongue rials twisted as wires chill the season
Unlikely arrivals of the two by shy flaunt
Then veering is the roads aghast by ghastly refuse
Some do become lovers neath the sun ware the moon
But do others weigh the scale of surmise
The paths of my mission would be rows of roses, I thought.
To my shock, in tipsy turvy twists and turns, I got tossed
Didn't I desire to know the known to know the unknown?
Each wish of mine, like worn-out shoes of a nomad, got torn.
The moon of joy in my gains should have been at the zenith.
Struggles, like palms, tall-grow. Bliss, like dried grass, peeps from beneath.
Like iron-rods in saline waters getting eroded
The weakness of my will, like pumpkin buds, is unfolded.
Virtues, as fallen scaffoldings, are disintegrated.
Absurdity, like the blood red moon, is reiterated.
My vigour, before my puniness, like a dewdrop, fades.
Apprehension and anxiety, like gems, I adorn.
Pessimism lifts its head like boom-slang cobras from burrows.
Coffins and graves compose knells. The deceased have no repose.
Death and decay have become the blessed norm of the day.
Despair and disappointment, like thorns, pierce through every way.
Self-confidence is erased like mud paths during monsoons.
Will the Times, like the rainbow chromas, bring multihued boons?
I'm a gnarly pine tree. Twisted! Stunted!
A melody-filled flute once, I'm mute now!
With nightmares of winter, I am haunted.
Twigs with dry leaves I see in every bough.
My floral gardens are grazed by cattle.
Cobras crawl into my wrecked house debris.
Why do I seem to lose my inner battle?
Why, often, from myself do I try to flee?
I still see tall mountains in the distance.
The Milky Way shines in all its brightness.
Souls undergo a renewed existence.
Nature seems to tend toward boundlessness.
My movements are moments of reflection
As my pilgrimage is towards perfection...
Jehovah of Armies
made a count one day
of all His weapons
keeping man at bay
of non leathal weapons
He gave the skunk his stink
and a little less harmless
the octopus' ink
sometimes more is needed
to get a point across
a little pain and fear
to impress a loss
soon there will be no doubt
about how they feel
if just once they touch
the electric eel
always beware of
little thing with wings
some may bite
and some may sting
one final warning
and one final note
a very harsh warning
is a bunt of a goat
but for those who are
less fearful
and bent on adventure
who challenges the snows
and suns of nature
to those that would climb
Gods invisible wall
shatter Gods ceiling
ignore Gods calls
for those who would face
the ultimate threat
the deadliest creatchers
man has ever met
Gods final judgement
more or less
escape from these creatures
the ultimate conquest
you've made it this far
dont stop now
how much more can you defy
Gods laws
you may escape the tigers claws
be just missed by hungry jaws
quick enough to avoid the cobras strike
smart enough not to challenge
the elephants might
witty enough to escape
the anaconda grip
be very careful not to slip
lucky enough to avoid all fangs
with venomous and vicious names
tempting not the bull
to gore
declairing never to stand behind
a mule once more
so far weve made it
still living and breathing
Jehovah of Armies
protecting and scheming
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