Long Glim Poems

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Premium Member Loving Yuck

Love without
Love within
Love where I am
where I’ve been

Beginning to think:
far too much abundance 
of this foolish, loving folly, 

so I kicked my
wagging tail collie -- 

loving view~
it just ain’t fair! – attempting to escape,
I journeyed to the zoo

wouldn’t you know it,
two loving ape there too

along to the park
high in birch nest
spied I a pair of nurturing
lark, near
another pair of
snuggling Red Breast -- 


two nests,  

fondly sharing, the same supporting limb

depressingly glim...

a loving co-op I must confess – such loving
caress – sadly, much more loving
needing my critical address: 

a young boy helping
an old lady off the bus~
gentle, avoiding painful
fuss

a bow-haired girl 
giving a bowl of milk to a feral cat
(I prefer a brat!) -- 
Expressing pure love
by her selfless care, makes a
ornery boy cuss

for a devout prune-face like me
I disapprovingly profess

this entire day, 
a freaking loving Mess!


Premium Member The Wind Is Isolde - Part 1

The warden’s bewildered, the keeper’s amazed
as the gate gapes behind us, a hole in the haze.
Our steps seem uncertain, the cobblestones crazed,
pearly stars burn above us like pinwheels ablaze.
Though lanterns hang vacant in streets staring blind,
broken paths paved in puzzles compel me to roam,
                                       I’ll not leave you behind.

The cannons keep calling, the piccolos shriek
and the druids drift, drumming, while pale pagans speak.
They’re urging me forward, my senses they’ve mined,
and the trail is erupting, come hie to the hills
                                       I’ll not leave you behind.

The looking glass glistens, a firefly glows,
and the brownies leap lightly on tiny tip toes
for the twilight’s collapsing, which serves to remind
that as dusk turns to dust, with no time for farewells,
                                       I’ll not leave you behind.

The ponies of plunder prance, passing nearby,
as crusaders on stallions cast stones from the sky.
The figments they’re facing have paid them no mind,
but our broncos are bolting. Corral what you need,
                                        I’ll not leave you behind.

My visions are swirling, they flash from the crown,
from the rainbows of summer, the tinsel in town.
While the compass wheel’s spinning, the minutes unwind
inside evening’s auroras – so cling to my cape,  
                                       I’ll not leave you behind.

Drooping droplets of wax adorn pinched candle wicks
while the vampire steeple’s cathedral clock ticks
of the terrors in tombs where fagged flames lie reclined
with their flickers fast fading – abandon the glim, 
                                       I’ll not leave you behind.
 	

 Continued in Part 2
Form: Rhyme

Towns with the Names that Slap the Hardest

Crook's Corner

Where three countries meet mischief, commonly known as monkey business, follows. Bootleggers, rebels,dreamers- all drank from the same bottle of danger and mampoer. Even the Namahadi winks,'' I see nothing,hear nothing''.

Frontier smoke rises,
Three lands share crooked laugh-
River keeps your crimes.

Los-My-Cherry

A jealous Oorlam war chief named it thus to warn warn the any lady's man to keep away from his sweetheart.Today only the West wind And the East win flirt here. And the name remains a sign of love long buried.

Wind calls,'' Cherry,stay!''
Hills blush with forgotten love-
Time winks, slips away.

Die Hel
 A gorge so deep it scares the sky. Yet those who live here speak softly,love fiercely, and plant dagga in the valley of fear. They say the devil once came looking-and found paradise instead.

Fire's echo cools here,
In Satan's den peach trees bloom
Hell wears heaven's grin

Douse-The-Glim

Named for the moment before dark triumphs.When lamps are snuffed and screams begin the people of Douse-The-Glim tell ghost stories to keep the night awake. Even shadows keep a healthy distance here in reverence-not fear.

Lamp fades,tongue flickers
Stones guard the edge of dark-
Moon lights every lie
Form: Haibun

Troubled Love INSIGHT


             The thoughts are risen: But nobody to listen;
             Hot breaths from lungs continually waltzed over skin.
Everyday my sleepless heart cries alike the pouring rain.
I wish there could have been a “traffic signal” just to notify us
In times like these we cannot presume everything to be normal.
              Doused frantic emotions stare at the glim.
              Finding the gimmick of Love!
Let's dance together amidst the flower and devour Nature's power.
Amidst all the false accusations & tensions...
Our Undying divine love overflows boundlessly demanding immeasurable unite.


CONTEST: Ten lines from Ten poems poetry contest
SPONSORED BY: Silent One

Poetic Lines chosen from the following poems. Viz, 
1)Zero Action Without Any Options
2)Gentle Touch
3)In the Fragility of Dreams:
4)Seeking Love Signal
5)In Times Like These:
6)Summer's Heat
7)And Now for Something Completely Different
8)Script of Mother Nature
9)ABC Melancholic Angel Adopts ‘smiling Depression'
10)Split Second Memories Are Unforgettable
© V. Deepa  Create an image from this poem.

Summer's Heat

Loneliness is killing me silently
Thy memoire are shagging me so intense
I am unable to sleep peacefully
Thou..revisiting me is a suspense

Parceling feelings in the communion 
Glancing upon waves of lustful romance
Awaiting world,force couples re-union
Betwixt inappropriate circumstance

Caressing his face in photo album
Again and again true love vail for him
Awe-struck entangled nerves fail to fathom
Doused frantic emotions stare at the glim

Hither and thither swirls my moaning brain
Squirts out extreme vigour of thine in drain

7-6-2020

~DEEPA~

Note:Written for Summer's Heat Sonnet poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
© V. Deepa  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet


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