Long Egret Poems
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The Philosopher
He lives in a world without a world. He has only his universe in his mind
Contemplation, analysis, and meditation on life. He is alone – an objective
His mind is like a top lens, an analyzer laboratory, an ultra-sensorial scientist
Different from the humans’. His life is separated from the general being and life
Just live alone. Happy suffering loneliness. How can he live clearly with love?
It is not possible. Just watching the world, life, and the phenomena. It is possible
The philosopher walks in life, in the world, in his paths, in the woods’ paths
Contemplations, feelings of this life. Greatest, not a human like. Musings
Poor life, pure life. A philosopher has an unlucky and despised life. Victim soul
The philosopher sitting in life, in the world. The observed life runs before him
In his life, no luxury, no glittering. Motionless active contemplation is the reality
Time is one. No past, no future, no present. Just the time. The timeless time
Time without time. In the mind of the philosopher. Motionless observation
This is a special life, lifestyle. Like the gray bird. I call for that. The egret
But some are white. I just saw a few in the Welsh Harp. Loved this place
Philosopher
Restless Solitude
Philosopher
Lonely bird
Philosopher
Soaring Eagly
Philosopher
Lover gray bird
Philosopher
Illusion
Wandering but not lost
A ctually you do not care for me.
B ut I have no problem, you see.
C onfidence of power is inside my heart
D reary attitude in you can’t make me hurt
E ternal time is following us
F act is that, I will win you, rest is superfluous
G reat feeling in me should be respected,
H as to be reciprocated
I n your emotion.
J ust at least for a moment.
K nowingly or unknowingly you will respond.
L ong attraction in y heart is strong to tie a bond
M y desire and passion know to wait
N othing is impossible, I am quiet
O h cruel heart, you must cast an amiable glance!
P atience of my confidence does not beg a chance!
Q uite sure I am, how far away you run from me
R egret will pull you to me to beg apology
S omething strong is inside my soul
T o shelter you, to brighten you as last console.
U ltimate aim to win your heart at any cost.
V iolent urge in opulence, never to exhaust,
W andering but not lost.
12/27/21
'Pick a title' Vol.27
Contest by Edward Ibeh
Chosen title ' Wandering but not lost'
I. Creation
Before the troubles of the world infect the soul
The magic of imagination creates a womb
Devoid of torment, pain, and stress. Rainforests,
Jungles, beaches, other worlds of elation where
You are always the victor in battle, the one
Who finds true love, alpha and omega. Never
Landing in withered trees or dead grass, only
Strong trunks and rolling plains, an ocean
Of stars, a blanket while lying comfy on
Palm fronds floating down calm dreamy
Rivulets of turquoise streams. Locomotives
Wind down vast forest covered country sides
Their tracks gliding to the warm earthy
Humming sound only they can make.
Only now with danger, inherent only to your peaceful fire
Bring you to this happy place, a place desired.
II. A Home all Your Own
In the world of yesterdays and tomorrows
And days lost in the gyre of solstices we
Create a world unto ourselves. Paradises
Lost to the antiquity of children trapped
Inside their adult armor. Lies tipped with
Poison seep into the wells of being, melting
The oil from the canvas’ that dreams are painted on.
Cheap reminiscences flash through tattered wafting
Curtains. Nightmare doppelgangers wait in quarries
of fire breathing mountain giants laying siege to
Rapture found in a good escape. Chemical
Demons like iron maidens brandishing your
Favorite drugs, syringes close in creating
An eerie starry night
To you alone
In a home all your own.
III. Repent to your inner child
To regain a solid footing on the gun deck
Of the warship you’re riding in the flotsam,
Hearken lessons from the playground,
The bruises, nicks, and cuts proudly earned
Ensure the necessary skills are acquired
To embark on adventures of the body.
Hiding in shrouds like an angel
White egret with horsehair-like crests and
Misty wings is the caged fury of joy, her
Wings mightier, beak stronger, eyes sharper
And love unabated from years unvisited.
Swelling seas are sailed, reefs can’t breach
A flying draft when joy carries her burden
Aloft. Hair amber and aflame in the setting sun
Amidst a new sea of clouds, only anchor
In a child’s heart when the dream fades
And the soul returns among the shades.
Form:
Ring with no feather in my cap only envy
at handsome man drakes with bucks,
who could bank on "hot chicks" willingly
aligned in arrow emitting clucks
fluffing their respective tail feathers amidst
loud squawking out quacking
establishing pecking order like ducks,
or any other foxy fowl billetted
within walled din noisy hen house
preening, each be solder self flux
sing wings and waddling, flirting, casting...
webbed wide good lucks
at the growing flock
including male friends relatives,
minus yours truly, whose presence,
would merely generate a yawn,
though even a distinct black swan
received royal carpet treatment
particularly one named Shawn
encompassing another honorable guest
with illustrious surname Rawn
guests underwritten by Cupid,
whose presence surreptitiously withdrawn
(invitations distributed widely explained,
just beak cuz gerrymandering redrawn)
even provoking deer interest
of stray doe eyed fawn
hence lacking bravado and brawn
this bird den some seedy,
yet dove out crow kissing Avocet
trundled off to parts unknown you bet
far from boys stir russ, raw cuss, diss cuss
ting clacking clique, and thus this solitary fret
full ostracized, rejected, unwanted egret,
who heron there experienced many a let
down, not simply because of stork disparity
with the Aves and havenots,
but I never met
any other species so set
in their ways, hence off
on a wing and prayer
in search of other gulls,
whom this dodo bird they will coe vet!
Note: Special thanks to Elizabeth Wesley for planting the seed (another one) for this poem. And despite the dismal nature of this writing, Sanibel Island is still a beautiful place to see and visit.
Sanibel, Sanibel, Sanibel dream;
Once we were lovers before I knew what love means.
I held your hands, your soft white sands
Caressing my fingers tender;
Sanibel, Sanibel where have you have gone
Our love no longer lingers.
Gone are your spiraling sea shells,
Remains of your deep ocean friends;
Gone are your crystalline shorelines
I left my footprints in.
From progress called sky scrapers
And concrete travel parks;
Sanibel, dear Sanibel,
You’ve lost your sweet lovers spark.
Others may find you still lovely
With your great blue egret plumes;
But I’m not fooled for a New York minute
Because I watched shooting stars with you.
While the waves washed in from the distance
And the tides came and went with the moon;
I gave you my all while following the call
And you left me far too soon.
Sanibel, Sanibel, Sanibel dream;
Once we were lovers before I knew what love means.
Swamps are like places where dinosaurs roam
shadowed by ancient moss-draped trees.
A prehistoric world in shades of green.
I paddle my pirogue through algae foam.
Around me it's taciturn and serene
as I collect for whittling, cypress knees.
Fishermen, hunters, and I call it home.
Nature's garden profuse with wildflowers;
cattails and swamp iris in brown and blue.
An alligator, inert near the banks.
I sit and gaze at the beauty for hours.
For my primitive domain, I give thanks -
for the bass I caught, simmering in stew,
and for herbs I use for healing powers.
In the swamp, it's as if time has stood still.
Under lily pads there lurks big bullfrogs
hiding from herons and the egret.
I can hear them calling out their trill.
Time in my cabin I never regret.
Life is peaceful in these foggy bogs.
I ready myself for night's misty chill.
Sinister snakes slither in shallow brine
and cling to low branches overhead,
trying to catch the last ray of sun.
I descry them while checking my line
then gather up moss, and when that's done,
I will stuff it inside my mattress bed.
Living in my swamp suits me just fine.
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January 21st, 2016
Human Nature Contest
Sponsor: Marugu Mo
Silently, he stood on the edge of a mirrored pool
For breakfast, he'd have to do a bit of wading
The egret's feathered image I wanted to capture
among wild cattails at this early morning hour.
He seemed to sense that I was watching him.
Stilted legs twitched, poised to take flight
but I was still as overhead, clouds hovered...
whiter yet, than this egret of the morning.
His regal head suddenly turned my way
but I dared not move, not to frighten him away.
His long, graceful neck turned from side to side,
as he tried to figure out if I was something to fear.
He took a stride towards me and then stopped.
A ripple on the pool caused him to change direction.
Breakfast was being served and so, he ate his fill.
I quickly sketched what I knew I'd have to paint.
just. that
tired
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yes, bury me now
shut those eyes,
hit head on each side
to turn back time
and do the things
I should've done,
throw
cushion
to that
wind ~ o
and m und.
eye-ayay lids
feeling heavy
with soiled r(egret) now
Dam(n) of tears
why
don't
you
b
r
e
a k
(free----
surrealready?
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sumagi na naman
sa aking kaisipan
ang pangungulila--
sa natamong nakaraan,
sa matatamong kinabukasan,
sa tinatahak na kasalukuyan
pilit na pinipiga ang puso't isipan
sa 'di mawaring kadahilanan--
malamang dahil may gusto ang puso
na ibigkas
'yun nga lang--
dahil ako ay Ako,
hindi ko mawari't maisulat
isang malalim na buntong hininga
isang malalim na paglunok
ng saloobin--
pilit na binabaon,
ginagapos
--ayaw makawala
pigil na pinapalaya
dahil ako ay duwag... .
ito ako ngayon sa kasalukuyan
bukas kaya?
Ganito pa rin ako?
1202a0911816
(just want to put this in-- unrelated to the above write, but still)
--outside the kitchen window, hanging on a wire---
a trill that pierces me,
for some reason
I thought all have gone
yet,
that dainty, yellow, bird,
sings again
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at the growing flock
including male friends relatives,
minus yours truly, whose presence,
would merely generate a yawn,
though even a distinct black swan
received royal carpet treatment
particularly one named Shawn
encompassing another honorable guest
with illustrious surname Rawn
guests underwritten by Cupid,
whose presence surreptitiously withdrawn
(invitations distributed widely explained,
just beak cuz gerrymandering redrawn)
even provoking deer interest
of stray doe eyed fawn
hence lacking bravado and brawn
this bird den some seedy,
yet dove out crow kissing Avocet
trundled off to parts unknown you bet
far from boys stir russ, raw cuss, diss cuss
ting clacking clique, and thus this solitary fret
full ostracized, rejected, unwanted egret,
who heron there experienced many a let
down, not simply because of stork disparity
with the Aves and havenots,
but I never met
any other species so set
in their ways, hence off
on a wing and prayer
in search of other buoys and gulls,
whom this dodo bird they will coe vet!
CONFIDENCE
A ctually you do not care for me.
B ut I have no problem you see.
C onfidence of will power inside my heart
D reary attitude in you can’t make me hurt.
E ternal time is following us
F act is that, I will win you, rest is superfluous
G reat feeling in me should be respected,
H as to be reciprocated
I n your emotion at least for a moment.
Just I won't lament..ou
K nowingly or unknowingly you will respond.
L ong attraction is strong to tie a bond
M y desire and passion know to wait
N othing is impossible, I am quiet
O h cruel heart, you must cast an amiable glance!
P atience of my confidence does not beg a chance!
Q uite sure I am, how far away you run from me
R egret will pull you to me to beg apology
S omething strong is inside my soul
T o shelter you, to brighten you as last console.
Ultimate aim to choose you as my soul mate.
Very important person to accept.
Wish to take you as my beautiful bride.
"X" the known "FEELINGS" of yours: Yet you are my pride.
You are my passion: I admire, I do honor.
Zest and zeal adorn my amour.
11/15/15 NR
Edited on 05/10/ 20
HM
'BRIAN'S CHOICE 8' Contest by Brian Strand