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The old beaten dashboard in my old beaten car,
Is my old beaten down drumming kit,
And whenever I sit at a set of red lights,
Each hand is a magic drum stick,
Recreating the moment Phil Collins kicks on,
Into the air tonight,
Onto My doorbell, Blue orchid, Jolene,
White Stripes’ hypnotic Meg White,
Then through the speakers the music takes hold,
My eyes close, I sit up on stage,
And Back in Black takes flight into the world,
And my drumming flies off in a rage,
I love air drumming in my old beaten car,
When I’m stopped at red lights on the street,
Drumming along to each song that comes on,
In a seductive spontaneous beat.
Storm, hurricane, tempest, tornado, levantera, gale
Like shape-shifting werewolves and vampire wells, you whirlpool.
With gold, silver, and coal sand screens, the environs you veil
Like rounded, sub-rounded, mushroom-shaped mountains, you stand cool.
By building walls of dust and debris, you hold your head high.
In circular, curved, spherical, and ring-shaped rotations
Like Shanghai or Lotte, are you trying to touch the sky?
Have your roaring, drumming, and hissing themes got notations?
Burying seeds, ceasing seedlings, cutting crop reales
Moving particulate matters and microorganisms
Sparkling flashes of lightning and igniting thunder peals
You push humans and animals into a psychic spasm.
Amidst nature's many means of self-purification
You too have your participation in life transformation
Out of the blue from head to toe, you are such an unexpected blow. I never saw you coming, you were on my skin a drumming. When I am happy or sad you will show up, you make my body want to jump. Now! I say it is time for you to go, good by and don't be slow.
11/8/2019
FREE MY HEART
An extreme sadness engulfs my heart...
like an ebony cage... of frozen tears,
Within, my heart beats in obscurity,
emotions trapped in a turmoil create a stagnant storm,
pain racks the whole body,
as I keep up the masquerade of smiles... and false promises.
I am tired...
tired of this constant drumming ache.
Aloof from everyone, I live a life of death
each day, anguish and pangs of sorrow hypnotize me...
The suture on my broken heart is torn, beyond repair.
Not even the veneer of your love or kindness can bind it now.
Crimson crystal drops drip, as I labour to liberate my heart
from this opaque world... where no one sees me.
Today, in Christ, I am free...
free from the storm within...
free from the world without...
free to fly...
free to write...
free forever.
My heart has found its freedom... au revoir.
30th May, 2017
* For His Highness Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum *
oh …
how I’ve dreamed of you -
sultry mistress to the sun's ire …
dappled and coy amid the palms, a-sway
your eyes of the gloaming’s
vault shimmering with the Milky Way …
Luna, red as rouge to
blush your cheek of sacred sand
dune drifts, the waves of
your golden tresses …
you …
a flawless gem, shimmering
cut and polished with care and perfection to
sunder the sunlight into rainbows -
to focus the best energies and
acumen of humankind
and seed an oasis orchid with a
bloom, exquisite and rare …
oh proud are you
jumeirah, jadhab and mutheer ...
soon and sure
we shall woo each other -
you, Princess of the Arabian Desert
me, fool for your fevered wiles
tempted from afar …
you, immodest and lush
with such lavish loins of excess
arms of extravagance, beckoning me
decadent, seductive …
warm, endless summer night
whispering fancies …
take good care, my heart
the soft echos of its dire drumming have
yet returned from the firmament
final pulses not abounding ...
but the rhythm it
hereafter composes is graciously
sacrificed for your admiration …
offered up to your dream -
sweet song of your gilded breeze …
the aria of my tawny, torrid temptress ...
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Rolling back
Reeling in laughter
Reliving phases
Thus revealing faces
she slides through phases places
Placing faces
To deaden places
Creating an illusion
Of bizarre cases
She Mastered the lines
As she dance the puppets
Taking crunchy chunks
From each suspenseful moments
Reaching for their minds
While touring their heads
Transcending their hopes
With vivid visions
Thus transporting lives
to fading places
Reliving facts of ancient cases
Drumming them to screaming heights
Then with a sudden pause
Fizzling out the echoing sounds
He slowly gathered the scattered faces
Staring with wide guesses
admist this Ominous silence
Gardens of golden threaded Cyprus;
evergreens perfume sings me halfway to sleep.
I breathe in the wafting scents of neighbor’s roses;
with elation my spirit weeps.
The drumming of leaping goldfish in a pond nearby calls to dragonflies and they zip by me; lovely translucence in the spotlight rays of old Sol;
This is how things should be.
City life holds no joy for those who are naturalists; only concrete and boredom.
Breathing in another scented moment; I can feel the dragonfly wings, beating time to the Koi drums song.
Another breath and I ride a dragonfly to liquid refreshment.
My vision’s broken only by and old bullfrogs bloated croak.
I am a stranger in his world; “Stop staring”, I say to him and his about face response, says he has heard.
I watch him snap up a fly with his sticky-quick tongue and one hundred percent accuracy; the Koi drums continue...I melt back into my visioning state, again.
The city’s load on my mind is lightening and my heart feels nearly free;
of the steel-toothed grinding wheel that is my thankless job.
Were it not for nature; I’d go insane; plomp…plomp…plomp…the drums pull me back again.
How is it that the human species can take pride in the concrete nightmares they create without a second thought of Gaia’s children?
Again, plomp…plomp…plomp of the Koi drums.
3-12-2022
Garden Inspirations Poetry Contest
BJ Legros Kelley
The sun, a tyrant, reigns with scorching might,
Days bleed together, a suffocating night.
My soul parched, I yearned for a cleansing rain,
To wash away sorrow and ease the sun's pain.
A tremor in the air, a whisper on the breeze,
The clouds gather close, promising sweet release.
The first drops fall, a melody so sweet,
A gentle caress on the parched earth's cracked feet.
The sky erupts, a cathartic release,
Washing away sorrow, granting sweet, cool peace.
The earth drinks deeply, its thirst at last quenched,
With a sigh of relief, the world finally refreshed.
Laughter mingles with the drumming rain,
A joyous celebration, a cleansing refrain.
From my window's perch, a vibrant scene unfolds,
Leaves glistening green, a story yet untold.
A collective sigh, a balm for the weary soul,
Hope blossoms anew, as the storm makes us whole.
For in this downpour, a truth we all see,
We are one with the earth and the creatures that be.
As I hear clinks of your cups
I can listen to orange sounds in your ample eyes
I can hear your obvious highs as if nearing a sea
Morning in a humming bee
You are busy at the mild harsh and tasty sound
The butter knife spreading butter on the dark dense toast
For the person you love the most
Eloquent silence all around
Soft munching sound from inside our mouth
Mingles with the wind from south
The door bell chimes its beautiful tune
Like the monsoon
Then comes the rustling of newspaper pages
The train crossing so many bridges
Combines with the rhythmic drumming of the woodpecker
The sound of your stirring sugar
Bubbling of boiled water in the kettle
They settle
In a silent sound of a loud red lily in bloom at the window
As rain falls in a crescendo
The flip flop of your sandals
Passing into your bangles clinking together
Culminating in the slurp as we sip tea
Real moments of pure glee
A great strength
Against the various wavelengths
Of the bang bark bray
Throughout the day
_______________________________________________________________
June 19, 2016
New Year
My Dear
Old Things Have Now Passed Away
Nothing Old Will Need To Stay
No More
Close Door
New Shore
New Beginning
Start Singing
The Big Bright Sun Is Shining
A New Life Is A Coming
No Whining
Start Drumming
Bells Ringing
Looking Forward
Not Backward
Love Will Be Here And Everywhere
Peace-Love Must Fill The Air
Hug Me
Sweet Bee
Drink Tea
Date Written:1/2/2021
Note: Rhyme
2 Place
Trinet Contest Judged:1/19/2021 Sponsored by: Joseph May