Long Dragonfly Poems
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I sit still as a drop on a calm lotus leaf,
whispers of breeze grant me relief from inner grief;
Crystal-like, mercury-like, puddled, yet, cuddled,
Touching still not-touching; I stay never muddled!
Like a peacock, I took pride in my vanity,
plunged into profanity of my sanctity;
The sun seemed, then, as silly as a painted ball,
The moon was just a gas stall glittering; that's all!
I'd never revered the lake-like grace that held me,
Nor loved the creatures living there happy and free;
I seemed, to me, a Duke! Baron! No, a Great King!
My glittering seemed as though shine of Royal Ring.
What could this dragonfly to my nature do?
What could this cuckoo do than so untimely coo?
What at all these butterflies born very charming,
Could do anything else than subsistence forming?
I can, like god Auras, ever halt all noises,
I, like god Harpocrates, change noises to voices;
I can, like god Apollo, float on love poems,
I, like Zeus, God of gods, can destroy all mayhems…
It's then, when my ego, thus like serpent-hood rose,
And my heart and mind seemed as though in great pride froze;
I felt a cat or rat or bat or bug stalking me,
Hyena-laugh or howl of a wolf, mocking me...
I saw something like the sun evaporate me,
A puff of wind push me into the pond cutely,
Losing my status-quo, I mix with the gleam-glow,
and feel as though getting fully lost in the flow.
I searched my identity; couldn't find anywhere,
Optimism, yet, within me, is ensnared nowhere;
When? Where? Who finds the soul mixes with The Great Soul?
Could conceit stop me from attaining this great goal?
24 August 2021
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23 August 2021
We were canoeing on a sunlit stream
A shadow of a willow, then a golden gleam
We entered a cathedral, white branches made a cover
And I hit you on the shoulder and said I loved you like a brother.
A dragonfly alighted on the bow of the boat
I rested my oars, watched a turtle float
Then you told me you had a past, always on the run
Had to keep a distance, because of what you'd done.
You had a covenant with shame, transparent you could not be
You could be a friend in a shallow way, but not eternity.
I said "I prefer perfection, but if perfection is declined
I've known you since finger-paints and crayons combined.
We were like brothers, and what are brothers for?
Don't cry on my shoulder, I don't need to hear more
Your eyes flickered with hope, though your soul felt unclean.
I gestured at the hills, where the vista views were green,
The river kept on flowing, like memories on the mend
You relaxed, I was there, like a brother and a friend.
I looked above to see a California Condor hover
The moment was calming, I thought he's like a brother.
But when the moment's over, and I'm feeling sober
I'll take that job in Whitehorse, though they say it's a lot colder
Whatever he did, I can't let him drag me down
Brotherhood has limits, and I'm heading out of town.
I know a river where the fish fly in the sky.
Sheltered by boundless ember morning sky,
a lull stillness, it refuses to say goodbye;
I breathe deep in submission quiver and sigh.
Drifting upriver in my small fry fishing boat
wishing for a plate of fried fish, so, I wore my lucky coat.
It's out there waiting for a moving worm afloat.
A dragonfly hover by, big bass launch into the air.
Dangling my pole over the boat there, I stare.
Speckle trout; come with me, my cupboard is bare.
I spent all day as the fish just laughed,
bait writhe at the end of the hook as they passed.
Splash! A nibble, then a take. Holy Moly, largemouth bass.
11/4/2021
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Bouncing from piles of baby powder grains,
ballerina feet firm balance establishing
Addictive activity pulls challenger audacious
Amidst busy Aussie city, solo gull glide coast
Butterflies rise sucked cyclonic as lottery balls
flung zealously in cage of their time confine
Rustle, shuffle moves obscured by shifting parasols
Underfoot troughs of leaf strewn crayons crunch
All tail torso helicopter hover dragonfly drones
hyper typewriter praised as stained glass panes
Rolling straw pale star spike weeds lodge like spurs
Saddle a galloping goanna, zig zag slapstick speed
Wing span suspending wind buffet blows up lungs
- tyre dug furrows tie semi second sand shoes
Lips hardly part to pant, patted with chest sweat
Gym of God's choreography lifts in limber stealth
Jet propulsion medusa arm eight cylinders sucker
adhere to embankments, grapple with sea grapes
Befriending crevices, cracked turquoise tracks
Grippy point toe tentacles clamber over cavities
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With thrash of wings our primal fly
lifts off, straight up, into the sky.
He shows off latest flying skills
with loop-the-loop and steep dive thrills.
In this way he patrols his patch
to guard the spot where those eggs hatch.
He is one tough fighting machine;
his whole fabric brutal and mean.
Living within his armour plate
he is a battle tank complete.
Four mighty wing muscles for drive.
With fast response he stays alive.
Six sturdy legs for landing gear
so he can drop on flat or sheer.
Three hundred million years extant
while other creatures went extinct.
Soon Odonata rule the Earth.
These dragonflies have shown their worth.
I was born there
in a naive village
now this is my city
I walk on the city path
now I walk by the royal path
like the mouth of a hungry child
there suddenly the piece of onion
shows me the path of cost living
I'm in the bed-sheet of sleeping child
the biting cold of winter drives me to a winter cake
dogs are very happy with the street fire
barking they are very much in the cold of the night
withered mouth feels grief
no food for the hungry belly
the light of lamppost in the tempest
speaks with twinkling stars daily
no dream, no desire I have
I walk and observe my life
moon speaks with her beloved
and makes the dragonfly her dove
no caravansary is near to my walking path
no hard drinks I have
walking path is very long
rightly I think I need to drink
I buy the letters, the words, the sentences
by my whimsical thoughtful press
to drink I make by these all some poetry
everyday surely I pursue the life of dignity!
-December 10, 2019 Chattogram
Masses of creamy clouds give me pause, in sweetest summer,
as they drift away like honey dreams, in lazy days of slumber.
Radiant, world class travelers, changing colors like sun jewels,
sharing secrets, like winking stars, in mystic, creeping rituals.
Here today, gone tomorrow, like pink dragonfly, gilded by sun.
Maybe faces will soon be imagined, in forms, so like gold, spun.
Always they seem very near, from green mountaintop so lofty,
letting one have a glimpse of heaven, while enjoying a coffee.
Lavender and lace is oft seen at even, floating off to nowhere,
or perhaps to rest in mysterious, gemmed bedrooms in the air.
White, cotton candy afternoon cloud, very puffy, is such a softy!
Caramel clouds of chocolate sunrise, awaiting a turquoise hour,
looming over burnt earth forever, dancing with colored flowers!
Oppressive at times, when angry, yet making up with rainbows,
utterly beautiful, silvery and rosy, like crescent moon, up close.
Directionless, like rambling, mauve rose, blind to joy she elicits.
So often racy, an adventurous spirit, she douses gold narcissus.
I can't swot too selfless in my lowest moments.
Akin to a wandering muse, people seek clarity.
Seeking trust in assent and lacking movements
The dragonfly in the sky is starry-eyed parity.
Akin to a wandering muse, people seek clarity.
A youth who prized poetry's lines and rhyme.
The dragonfly in the sky is starry-eyed parity.
Weaving flows create a journal for a chime.
A youth who prized poetry's lines and rhyme.
A Book of Dreams, where the quill was dipped
Weaving flows create a journal for a chime.
Let the ink sink through the paper in a script.
A Book of Dreams, where the quill was dipped
Integrating dazzling metaphors into the parole
Let the ink sink through the paper in a script.
It streamed moonlight from my heedless soul.
Integrating dazzling metaphors into the parole
The pen burst of vitality amid the desert oasis
It streamed moonlight from my heedless soul.
A spill of words swells inward, refitting the basis.
The pen burst with vitality amid the desert oasis.
That was done by using creativity and melody.
A spill of words swells inward, refitting the basis
It yielded a memory of befuddled rhapsody.
That was done by using creativity and melody.
Seeking trust in assent, lacking movements
It yielded a memory of befuddled rhapsody.
I can't swot too selfless in my lowest moments.
Written: March 14, 2023
When the first buds sprout in spring, begging the day for sun and the night for rain, I speak to each and encourage its efforts. Often by the creek, in solitude, I watch the dragonflies and tadpoles welcoming their new life forms and celebrating the warmer weather.
green springs verdant life
soft breeze carries dragonfly~
tadpole wriggles home
Even in the summer the birds recognize that the abundance of food and foliage will not last and that they must take what they can to prepare for the harsher weather to come. I watch as the colors of the garden become muted and the flowers lose their petals to the brilliant yet brutal sun.
song trilled in morning
summer blossoms color fades~
dying flowers cry
As autumn gives way to cooler temperatures, the most robust flowers lose their resilience and begin to feel the cooler days and seemingly notice it is time to loosen their seed for next year’s life. If only they knew I care.
sunflowers droop head
tomorrow succumb to end~
time to die alone
Just as in summer, the birds choose shelter and food that will enable successful survival through the harsh winter. The trees and shrubs from which they watch the winter pass harbor nutritious berries and insects; the feeders in my garden filled with supplemental sustenance. The bear prepared months ago and slumbers unafraid, awaiting the coming spring.
song hummed at midnight
snowflake alights like firefly~
polar bear awaits