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7/24/21
She ain't got a clue
And neither do
The rest of you
All this dumb s***
A continual ruckus
Spreading like a harmful fungus
Very little if any justice
Always in a state of numbness
Sometimes it all makes me sick to my stomach
While at the summit of a cliff
Feeling like I want to jump it
And plummet
Will suffer on or I'll be done quick
Don't sound the trumpets
Or act like Columbus
Animals and materials becoming scarce, no longer in abundance
At times it can be loveless
Yet sometimes wondrous
While going your own way or following a compass
Either nothing or something below and above us
Haven't found what I'm needing
Searching every day and evening
After whatever it is I'm seeking
Trying to grasp the true meaning
Of it all before I'm leaving
Beauty and terrible things I'm seeing
More than just a human being
Always taking a beating
Continually bleeding
Difficulty sleeping
Sometimes wheezing
Having trouble breathing
I use to often be dreaming
And scheming
It's all become displeasing
Despite what I was believing
Not doing well at stacking money to the ceiling
I've been in more than my feelings
It's gone past the point of screaming or weeping
Constantly reeling
And freewheeling
Before the paint starts peeling
Connecting the dots
This all has got to stop
I want a lot
Far past time I shot my shot
And pop it off
Right on the spot
The words in my head are beautiful.
They are dancing cheek to cheek
with Southern legato or London staccato
with Chinese tunes and Xhosa clicks,
with native Dutch, straight from the heart.
The words in my head are reluctant
to stand in line. They like
to dance and play. They like
to echo inside the skull, infinite
Ping-Pong straight from the heart.
The words in my head come alive,
naked at the stroke of a key.
Ribbons of red and green show
who’s been good and who’s been bad.
Dots on the screen, straight from the heart.
The words in my head are ready
to face the world. I comb their hair
and clean their nose and wave goodbye
until they disappear around the bend.
One day they will be back, straight to the heart
Forlorn clouds of loneliness engulf me in shades of grey,
pastel sounds of life and love grow dimmer to me every day.
I can feel the burning sunshine dancing on my back,
snatching colors from my world, it melts them into black.
Lost amidst the stars somewhere I once heard a storybook rhyme,
the girl who said she'd always love me is now once upon a time.
Before this darkness found me I saw roses everywhere,
now piercing thorns of emptiness are more than I can bear.
I long to view the peaceful sea; all I hear are the crashing waves,
to read between the lines of living; my eyes are but dots on a page.
To witness lightning's warning of the thunder that I fear,
the stream of life flows by me, leaving only sights I can hear.
The wind brushes through my hair on its way to the towering trees,
the streams rushing through my soul on their path to the faraway seas;
like the wind we blow away,
like the stream we flow away,
on our journey to the tomb of eternity.
Written 4 Nov 2020
I look,but have far to go,
Scenic beauty steals the show.
Try to realise the belongings,
Its arrangement with the surrounding.
Blanket of air as covering,
Flowers to share an offering.
Grass spread throughout,
Not an inch is left out.
Birds are resting in their nest,
Sun is glazing at its brightest.
Moon is ready to take things over,
Stars are getting a makeover.
With a shift ending soon,
Just similar to a sonic boom.
Nights are even better,
Decorated sky with bright pointers.
with the short passage, will go,
Getting ready for the next show.
The recurrence would never stop,
A continuity by joining dots.
My neighbor was such a thrill, she loved to wear her red high heels up our hill.
She thought a top of pink polka dots, went with a skirt of green and orange fabric knots.
A passion fashion plate she thought she was, she never looked into a mirror to see any flaws.
We would laugh until we cried, every time she would walk by.
Date 11/3/2019
The blue cheese is too smelly which I do not like
The white cheese with the orange stripes and dots
From my mom’s kitchen gets into the psyche
With the Darjeeling tea and toast it cozily prods
Towards the hectic activities of the golden day
With the prawn curry and rice, a lunch with purple glee
The evenings come with the brown shadows on the tray
That you hold while your look floats on the cups of coffee
The sweet and sour soup with a dash of green chilli
Blended with the aroma of your flute like fingers
The kebabs of grilled crab with pomegranate jelly
In the dreams most nights the aroma of dinner lingers
January 18, 2018
For My Blue Cheese is - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
I await your coming
for the flowers are blooming and the grass is high…
lilac branches still bare and shivering
in the laggard lion’s breath of March
they await your kiss, Monarch of summer.
purplish buds
sprout from gray lilac branches --
daffodils bloom
Though all the tulips are gone
having served as desert for gophers,
the worm and the grubs stir in the wet spring soil…
and the hyacinths have replaced the crocus’s blue
the paper narcissus now, scent the air.
red breasted robins
hop between hummocks of grass --
bird bathes fill with rain
From the within the green pupa, soon
you will stir ..the membrane will thin, sheer as a curtain
in a spring breeze adorned in polka dots
and wings like the crinolines of spindle legged
virgin daughters at first communion...
you will emerge with lash long antennae ready to fly.
leaves of cone flowers
push through the brown soil of spring --
anthills rise
I await your coming
for the flowers are blooming and the grass is high…
lilac branches still bare and shivering
in the laggard lion’s breath of March
they await your kiss, Monarch of summer
butterflies born.
Forms: Free Verse & haiku
I've been tracing the starry sky with little dots,
my fingers dancing in diverging paths of knots,
I long for a curl leading to a slumber in blues,
through these sinuous rivers my thoughts cruise.
A garden of warmth, my woolen scarf I nuzzle,
my nose itches against the embroidered puzzle,
I remember mother's fingers turning with devotion,
beautiful threads twisting on the scarf in motion.
"How do you identify the threads in that maze?"
I would often ask following the needle in daze.
"Oh you just need to hold on to a single strand,
and knit or loosen it retracing the color band."
How will I ever escape my fears if I am lost?
I realize this question in my mind hadn't crossed,
her answer echoes my hopes trapped in dim rooms,
to extinguish agony I need to plunge into fumes.
Holding colored love, labyrinths of threads I face,
her ethereal touch in my scarf, my fingers trace,
through whispering lullabies in stars I sprawl,
led to an ocean of light beyond that fearful wall.
June 25, 2020
Maze - 10 Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance(A Dear Heart)
~Winner: 1st Place
Lady Bird
Though not a lady
nor even is she a bird
But she's the most
exquisite beauty
ever seen
though never heard
Her coat of ruby red
‘tis almost designer
one could have said
With small black polka dots galore
This gorgeous creature I adore
Sometimes she walks across my floor
Multi-talented this gal in red
flying on hidden wings out spread
The dots upon here ruby coat
Some say will tell her age
This is untrue
It tells her species
For there are very many
A beauty in red
Impossible to perceive
an insect is she
a beetle I believe
One of five thousand species
munching aphids she sees
for breakfasts
for dinners
and even for teas
This lady in red
she is so well fed
Farmers welcome
with open arms
She can eat 50 aphids
on farms each day
keeping those pesky creatures away
But to me she is something quite special
This beautiful Lady in Red
Queen of all beetles
When I see her
I want to touch her
and gently stroke
her ruby red coat
My favorite beetle
She makes me gleeful
thus forever to me
she will always be
A beautiful Lady in Red
Written 13th April 2022
Contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIER CHOICE
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
Contest Your Second Chance 2nd Submission
Sponsor Sotto Poet
2nd PLACE
Awake oh hermit
“Drop that thought, ego begot ~
Here and now, be thus self-taught”
____________________
Prone to weigh and size,
we self-block surprise,
since we don’t let go,
of thought forms that flow.
Habit of thinking,
dots in time linking,
plunges us in trance;
piquant circumstance.
Laying thoughts to rest,
no load on our chest,
awareness heightens,
our aura brightens.
Sans thought we are free,
caged not to mind’s tree.
Cleansed of egoic stain,
fears to rest are lain.
Conscience voice heeded,
thoughts used when needed,
soul regains control
of our earth life role.
Our void centric eye,
sees through ego’s lie,
choosing tranquil calm
and love’s healing balm.
Empty is our cup
but love’s our backup,
which pervades our form,
as magnetism warm.
Stop energy leak.
We’re he who we seek.
Soul’s luminescence
is pure God-essence.
19-July-2022