Long Coolness Poems
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Listen, the dead calm silence of night is blinking awake.
You can hear the sky yawning, a new day is dawning.
Listen, a bird far away tweets a piecing but soft call.
An echo or a response is given, further away still, very soft and tentative in reply.
Listen, you can hear the sound of the silence which seeps into your being
like the coolness and dampness of dawn.
Listen, you can hear the rays of light kissing the scene into life with gentle taps and nustles, spreading gradually inland.
Listen as the gossamer breeze springs up, gently rattling the leaves awake.
Listen, you can hear a rustle of animals tip-toeing in slippers, bustling about.
Listen, you can hear dew drops falling from leaves glistening in red and yellow light.
Listen as dawn the conductor, with flips of the baton, calls each instrument gathered, to spring gently and softly into life.
Heralding a new performance by the gathered ensemble.
Yes, it's time for applause.
I'm waiting for the stately beech,
the giant elm, the maple, each
asleep and dreaming of the dawn
of gentle spring to rain upon
their bony branches, reaching, bare,
to catch the warming sunshine there.
I'm hoping for the graceful larch,
the spreading ash to form an arch
of shaded green where I may rest
from summer's heat, in coolness blessed—
for cherry blossoms, drifting down,
to dress my head with petaled crown.
I know the oak and birch will soon
spread soothing leaf from heat of noon,
where in my hammock I shall swing,
beneath their boughs and wren shall sing
a lullaby to comfort me—
I wait for each beloved tree.
The curtain of summer approaches now
It is knitted in the green of the trees
Flowers are saying goodbye with a wow!
Petals will fall and fly afar with breeze
Vibrant color will decorate the land
It is knitted in the green of the trees
Sea will bring coolness to the beach’s sand
Wildlife will gather food, they are smart
Vibrant color will decorate the land
Strawberries now gone, for an apple tart
Nourishing food comforts us, as we know
Wildlife will gather food, they are smart
The curtain can come down for the new show
We’re grateful and ready to watch it all
Nourishing food comforts us, as we know
We leave humidity to wear our shawl
The curtain of summer approaches now
We’re grateful and ready to watch it all
Flowers are saying goodbye with a wow!
Heidi Sands
8/28/21
Robins seem to enjoy my yard
Awaiting the coolness of dewed mornings
To awaken the wriggling worms
A seasonal offering favored by the feathered ones
Dandelion waiters tend to the color and flavor
Serving up “all natural”, organic, pesticide free offerings
They can vouch for the claim
As they have managed the place for 30 years
A bold red Cardinal sits atop a fence post preaching
A Beyonce’ butted ground hog scurries away
Doves coo from within the safety of the hedges
A house cat stalks them from a windowsill
Buds dance to the music of the wood winds
A sparrow choir sings an opening hymn
As a disinterested hawk rides the updrafts
A chipmunk takes his order to go
Old breath no life has tolerated,
Strange, most change finds itself deserted.
Odd, this friendship I’ve cultivated,
By fighting with self fosters ahead.
It sounds so weird, my steadfast head
By ceaseless changes has been so made.
The coolness by scorching me I’ve forged,
Funny, it’s now hotly coveted.
The success that lets me stay seated,
Strange, to a-migrant-me was wedded.
I’ve always drained myself from within,
Only thence was this depth conceded.
Peculiar, what the world in me liked,
By appreciating all was added.
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This piece in anapaest tri-meter was inspired by a Gujarati poem by Vicky Trived, but is no translation.
Ghazal |06.10.2021| Introspection
Poet’s note: Be it in spirituality or in poetry, it is a journey to reach one’s Self. Of course, it may be argued that poetry is the means to reach out to the world through the philosophy of understanding it and the self. This Ghazal, Is Not It Strange, highlights the contradictions experienced in this journey.
I am with you Always:
Poem By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
Chak de!Lift you up!
Lift you up.Lift you up.
Never Give up.
Throw all of your sorrows.
I am with you Always
As you hold me close in memory.
Even though we are apart,
My spirit will live on ,
There within your heart.
I am with you Always.
When you lean on trusted friends
And their caring hugs enfold you,
Within their loving arms,
I will be there to hold you.
I am with you Always
And Beyond the Far Horizons .
When we will finally be together.
Where love will be eternal.
And life will last forever.
I am with you Always.
For once try to smile.
The spring time itself will arrive.
Sing a new tune.
Sing a new special song
A new season has arrived.
A new day has come.
Today, sing that melody
So that fun spreads all around.
Today, let the ships
Be free in the waves.
May there be fun when we fall and lift up ourselves again.
May even the stones dance.Your heart will start to soar.
It will kiss the clouds high above the sky.
This wind is coming close to you.And flowing around
It's saying that in my ears.
Beloved!Dance with me.
Waving and moving,
Live life with a kind smile in your innocent face.
Feel up the coolness of the winds.
Absorb nature's beauty in your inner soul and sing a melody song.
It is true that
We only get life once.
At every moment, this life
twists and turns around.
Embrace every moment with a real smile.
Feel love and do love.
Donot search happiness in others smile.
What is hidden in each moment of your own real life.Steal that happiness.
You see,you have power to conquer the whole universe.
With your one hand,
As someone hold your other hand with love, care,trust, honesty and sincerity.
Being a Everlasting relation of two pure souls.
Chak de!Lift you up!
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
You set me on fire
Sizzling, blazing, devouring fire
Hot licking flames
Infernally hot
Temperatures skyrocketing
Scorching flares
Shooting out of your body
Searing into mine
One more moment
And I’ll cease to exist
The heat excruciating
Flames spread across my body
A wildfire from within
Combusting again and again and again….
With nothing left to consume
The fire starts to die out
Slowly, imperceptibly
I feel some coolness
A little here and a little there
As the fire recedes
Leaving smoldering embers
In its wake
I take a deep breath
Amazed that I’m still alive
In the warmth of your nearness
I open my eyes
And look up at your face
Only to see
An eternal flame
Still burning in your eyes!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
These Limericks were written after playing a card game called Poo Pocalypse... don't ask or I'll blame it on Jan...lol
History recorded leaders in wars
Great men and women: their whys and wherefores
Napolean Bona-fart
A short French dude, a sweet tart
Whose stinky stench exuded from his pores
A female consort weighed too many stones
From scarfing down ice cream in waffle cones
Mary, the Queen of Plops
Upon her butt she flops
In the castle, her toilets were her thrones
There was a barbarian, years ago
In battles much blood was sure to flow
Nasty crap from the buns
of Atilla the Runs
More deadly than arrows from a crossbow
King from the Plantagenet dynasty
was not given time for his toiletry
That was terribly absurd
for England's Richard the Turd
It was an invasion of privacy
Troubled was the one who made great magic
There was one known to have gas... how tragic
The Great Harry Poodini
Had powers of a genie
But subduing farts, he didn't know Jack!
Peeking in windows is an evil deed
One pervert, whose weakness he did concede
He's known as 'Pooping Tom'
With coolness and aplomb
Watching people crap is his craving need
I ride this wave of fantasy
that sends my desires astir.
What dreams may come
from the spiraling are yet
to vaporize in the stars.
The ebb and flow become
the tide of dysphoria
as I ride this crest of fantasy
to the Cancri netherworld
and I roil from its heat!
My soul aches from the pain
and I search for euphoria
through a new fantastical wave
and find the coolness I seek
in Uranus’ aquamarine comfort.
The white caps are the stars
that move me among the planets,
my energy spinning with the tides;
a maelstrom circling through
whirling and twirling consciousness.
Touring this universe of planets,
I spin through wave after
wave of fantastical,
precognitive dreams, muddled
and muddied as I return to shore.
Russet sunset overpowering coolness of the day
Showing herself in reds and yellows,
Streaking through October’s pumpkin patches
Straw scarecrows decorating autumn porches
With their stationary smiles and their googly eyes
Staring from fall displays of gourds and Indian corn
Banana bread and pumpkin bread smells
Wafting from the kitchen of the ones who care
About russet sunsets, the ones who decorate their porches
With the reds, yellows, oranges, and browns of autumn
Enhancing her in every way, celebrating the beginning of cools,
Showing their playful sides, in the most melodic ways.
Squirrels with fluffy tails scurrying with walnuts,
Deer crunching through the leaf ground,
Autumn magic smiling her truth.