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Intense heat ripples across
the vast sand dunes of the Serengeti
where it intersects with the
silent shores of a rare desert lake
a calm, cool oasis for both
man and beast.
Taj Mahal of the desert
it is a liquid cradle of life
coveted by a thousand tongues
as languid lake mesmerizes
drawing all that breathes
to its scarce waters, casting a
mirage like spell, beckoning
with reflections set off by
the hot desert sun, to come.
Salvation for the weary traveler
primal waters implore, drink!
Drink to the full, and be filled!
For blessings, unforeseen
are at this footstool of life
a sacred spot, touched by
the hands of heaven
offering a haven of rest, respite
and tranquility for all who want.
Written on 4/9/2019
Flowers and plants have language, they speak to us in different ways, they come in many shapes and forms, and they will meet with you just before Dawn.
They have smells that can be traced back to the thirteenth century; you can hear the world speaking through them and you can see the ligament standing up in them.
They bring light to the troubled world and keep your mind from going astray. Beautiful flowers will make your day and build your courage in practical ways.
I walked on the corridor of time to examine what is really mine, and I saw them standing tentatively in line, they were waiting for a hand shake and a passionate embrace.
I saw them running up and down the street screaming and shouting out my name as if they want to drive me insane but I stood up to it all and resist the external brawl.
It wasn’t hard to understand what was propagating on the land a bunch of bandits unfit for office, form a subsidiary group to deviate from the truth; I observed it carefully, and listened to it attentively.
A piece of paradise left on earth kept staring at me from the dirt. I gazed at it every day, least my mind goes astray. I could feel the energy radiating from it and the love that was attached to it, it moves slowly on a plane and mesmerizes my heart when I feel ashamed.
I got it for a gift and since then my mind was affixed to it. Chastity or love? Abstinence or the dove, sexuality or infidelity? You will understand when you reach full maturity.
I have stood up to all of them and weathered through many storms. I walked through the flood and stood up to the blood.
My motto is longevity, resistance and endurance, my strength is unmatched and my spirit cannot be stopped.
I can survive in any environment for a considerable period of time. I can live in the desert and need little rain but when it comes, I enjoy it just the same.
My cactus and I will always be alive and we will be there to expose all the lies; flowers have meaning that can be so revealing. The fabric in the sea is searching for you and me.
The ocean is home to a curation of shells,
The type you admire, the kind you call into,
The ones that whisper stories the sea never tells.
The peach and the pink, the pastels and the white —
All of them bring such a sense of delight.
I trace my finger over each and every grove and indent,
Each fracture and dent,
Wondering what they have seen, and what places they went.
I wonder if they are signs — heaven-sent.
This poet wonders — does she know the truth that is grand?
The shell that is pretty mesmerizes those little eyes
While the sea calls out her name for help.
Sand between her toes and wind through her hairs,
She felt every emotion one feels at a shore.
The next scene was haunting — it took away her innocence.
Fishes started to wash up on the shore,
The water began to form bubbles.
As she looked at her mother, who
Whispered with her eyes-
“Sorry, my precious little baby,
Forgive the humankind,
For the future we will leave behind.”
A Rainbow’s Magic
A rainbow’s magic reflects God’s majestic and divine touch,
Giving us a panoply of colored images which mean so much.
The wonder of God’s enchanted pictorial missives here on Earth,
Gives us an ethereal pause as we reflect on each rainbow’s birth.
A rainbow is God’s celestial medium of His images to treasure,
To help Man better understand Him and meet His deft measure.
The power of a rainbow is its picture-perfect aura of pulchritude,
Dazzling our visual senses and assuring us of Heaven’s certitude.
A rainbow’s very visage mesmerizes our human senses complete,
And embeds in us all God’s spirited message of His love replete.
A rainbow is a noble and supreme reflection of beauty at its best,
And of shades of heavenly images on Earth meeting God’s behest.
A rainbow’s magic is the power of God’s message to us on Earth,
Subtly preparing Man for his heavenly ascent and his soul’s rebirth.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, August 13, 2015
(Rhymed Couplet)
The cool air,the chilling breeze
The cozy days,make one freeze.
The beauty of nature is on its peak
Peace fills the air,we all seek.
The transformation is so wonderful
The vibrant green leaves look so colorful.
The warm sunlight provides a golden glow
The scent of fallen leaves spread with wind blow.
It's the beauty and charm of nature
That includes the mighty and the smallest creature.
Children find this time of the year the best
They play and enjoy...no time for rest.
This is the wonder of nature in fall
That captures attention, with every call.
A season of transition, filled with hues
That mesmerizes us,with its vibrant views.
We need to feel and live the season
To be happy and cheerful, there is a reason.
It's a bliss,a blessing from God
He who is,the Almighty, the Lord...
"Seize the day, then let it go" - Marty Rubin.
I capture the first chirp of the bird in admiration.
My heart merges with it. My hands fold in adoration.
The color-changing beams of the morning sun, like prisms, spread
Varnished Verses from my heart, like waterfalls, flow ahead.
The mist dip mesmerizes. The clement breeze caresses.
The untimely rain cools. Thunder, as though throat-blocked, hisses.
Amidst decomposing mango-neem-jack leaves, banyans sprout.
Amidst the sun’s hide-and-seek, shades shred their tinges throughout.
Each bloom tells me tales. Each bee and fly mimes a moral.
Thoughts, words, and deeds, like meadows, seem flowerily aural.
I see soul in each grain. Each drop of water brims with life.
Doesn't here, between good and evil, creep a constant strife?
Like lilies of the field and birds of the air, I feel free.
Why, about an imaginary act, should I worry?
Each split second of an hour has a universe within.
I know that failing to feel this fact within is a sin.
When the chill wind slaps
And the crunchy snowland claps,
I stealthily step into a winter land,
It's a wonder land
The frozen river gleefully welcomes me
Contorting their branches, the pine trees glee
Gliding through the river glassy
I reach the whiteland classy
Amid the foamy land
All alone I stand,
Counting the stars bound,
I wander around
Suddenly A light flashes
O!!! O!!! O!!! It's Aurora...
A dream come true
My eyeballs glow
A blue light flashes in the sky
Followed by it, a violet light blazes
And then an orange light
Now, something bright
Oh wow... It's a teal green
Too Pure and clean
Are these the lights send by aliens?
Or the lights straight from the heaven?
And Yes...
It soothes... It mesmerizes...
It calms... It heals...
The immortal bliss, it reveals...
When the divine rays nudge the river,
It melts as if the frozen river shivers
Now the rays spread across
And so the magic does
The winter land now a colourful land
with harlequin magical lights all around
Drenching in these northern lights divine
And shunning the earthly emotions, I shine!!!
13 March 2023
Intense infernal fiery eyes
look into your innocent ones.
There's a hellish magnetism in the air
and then his eyes turn dark.
There is desire there, a lust not easily
satiated, but somehow
you must be unaware of its existence.
It draws you in, slowly steadily.
The heinous dance begins
as he mesmerizes you to ecstasy.
“Trick or Treat” he whispers.
Your heart races as you stare
at his pale lean face, thin lips
curved into an accursed smile.
He craves for you with ardor
and it makes you feel proud
that someone has noticed you,
and asked you to Halloween’s dance.
You spin and pirouette inside
The darkened hall, hollow pumpkins
With candles, throw long shadows.
He deftly guides you away from a mirror on the wall,
afraid you'll guess his nature
Since his image cannot be seen.
Little does he know that neither yours is seen.
The tiny hole in my sweater
that is what I have become,
The empty space there where I am lost to you and you search and beseech me with queries
Unanswerable even to infinite space
I am the emptiness there as your tongue searches for the pain of a lost tooth, probing and delighted to find a tinge of pain each tuck
And akin to cohesion tension theory I glide up to you against the forces of nature, paradoxically the same nature that mesmerizes and energy flows between us like a mesmeric magnetized chain,
As we courageously compared mythologies, struggling against terrific tides of dissonance and discord
between language and origins of myth we wriggled like bugs on pins,
Here at this juncture in this time and place on this planet in this space I have seen his face
The hero with a thousand faces.
The past has been an embarrassing blooper
Spying on the present like a jealous snooper
Never been much of a promise keeper
Turning soon into a miserable weeper
Bragging always about the good old days
Urging the present to sing its praise.
Future gives hope but keeps on guessing
Compared to present it's quite a blessing!
Dreams endlessly in heavenly places
Showers with love ambiguous graces
Promises nothing that's worth anything
Mesmerizes coyly obscuring everything.
Present tells tales about the past and the future
It can be a keeper, weeper, or a dream maker
Or cruel, hate, hell, despair, grasping for air
Or hope, love, joy, heaven, granting a prayer.
August 9, 2017