Long Mirth Poems
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Your eyes are gentle as the sun
Who sweeps her lids at daybreak come
Upon terrain, her earthly son
And cradles him from shadowed numb.
Your hands are tender as the moon
Who titillates beyond night’s doom
For velvet is his dust cocoon
That raptures all with sweet consume.
Your smiles are ticklish as a star
Whose feathers brush celestial tar
She yields resistless mirth afar
So fire and bleak discover par.
Your kiss is stirring as the sea
When tempest wails and waves banshee
Yet when she ends her churning spree
Her voice is soaked with calming glee.
Your soul is whole as universe
Who seeks his beauty to disperse
And spatters truth without rehearse
His loving vestige sparkling thyrse.
Where the sun sets the sky aflame painting it vermilion gold
Where golden green grass glow in soft sunlight, oh behold
Where the stars like golden lamps light up the sky
Where at the beautiful horizon earth meets with the sky
Where the first golden sun rays softly kiss the earth
Where the earth awakens from slumber in joyful mirth
Where bejeweled rays of moon cast its golden glow
Where cascading waters into clear, sparkling streams flow
Where gleaming sunlight through treetops cast magical spell
Where in the land of dreams my sweet thoughts dwell
Where wisps of soft white clouds gently sail past
Where softly floating they merge into dreams at last
Where from the seashore to the distance rolls golden sand
This India, my blessed, beautiful motherland.
Yes, I'm obsessed,
blessed,to be woken by the sunshine
peeking in my window,
touching my face as I lie in bed,
it tells me,
"Good morning sleepyhead, time to start the day."
With happiness of life still running through my veins,
aches and pains, I smile knowing I am still alive.
I sit up on my own, old and gray,
and touch the cold floor beneath my bare feet and stay,
I stretch my arms and legs, and then I pray,
"Thank you Lord for another day." , then I dress.
Opening the door, I step outside into the world, and breathe
the mirth of greeting nature's lullabies,
pleasant fragrance of dewy garden wreaths,
and silent lawn beneath the shade of trees.
I gaze up to the pale blue sky,
and watch a flock of birds fly across,
while a wisp of clouds meander by.
Watch the breeze flow,
running its tendrils through the golden field at bay
leaving a wave of ripples along the way,
spiraling around anything that stands wanting to play.
As the sun slowly goes to rest,
the moon takes his place.
I sit on the front porch in my old rocking chair,
wrapped warm from the cool night air,
and watch the trembling stars.
It all worms its way into my heart,
from dawn until dusk
bringing a warmhearted smile.
I am blessed, to face another day
I do obsess if I'm going to see another day
7/22/2017
Santa Claus is not the Christ Child
Let’s be clear, not meek or mild.
Churches have to take back their worth.
Remind people of virgin’s birth
Stop Santa’s influence and mirth.
Santa Claus is not the Christ Child
Christmas trees are fine and dandy,
Divinity, fudge-like candy.
But remind whoever’s handy,
Let’s be clear, not meek or mild.
All parents think they know the best.
Do not ever give this a rest.
Children should know this simple test.
Santa Claus is not the Christ Child.
Reindeer songs are fun and wild.
Frosty is great for each child.
I-phone carols quickly dialed,
Let’s be clear, not meek or mild.
Santa Claus is not the Christ Child.
Let’s be clear, not meek or mild.
No summer was the longest and hottest despite the visible stars,
and with scarce rain...no dew dripped from flowers
as they lost moisture and pitilessly died under the moon's glare!
No days were more meaningless and worthless as my were:
without a sweetheart to fondle and kiss,
all the starry nights were a surely miss!
Didn't she desire to be with me and sing
as lovers of a past age did? And which romantic words
she liked the most as this poet made them ring...
like bells that tinkled while knights trusted their swords?
How their Mesdames watched the battle
from a stone castle so fortified and ample!
If I had been a true knight, surely pride and valor
would have been a display of my armor...
and with drew glistening on it as frost,
I would have seemed more invincible than a ghost!
Trees without dew seemed faces without tears,
no birds or butterflies perched or flew on them to scatter all bees...
Mother Nature hopelessly waited and engaged in a long lament,
as I sadly hummed an unhappy song which sorrow sent!
My meadow was dry as the dunes of a wind-swept desert,
and although nights were mild and silent as a lifeless world:
no warmth came from inside, no finger stroke a single cord;
now that the dew has reappeared, everything will turn into mirth!
"Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older
they judge them; sometimes they forgive them."
by Oscar Wilde
Precious in the family
children are special treasures
carved with love; polished with care
learning great lesson of compassion from parents
since babyhood when they were welcomed with serene bliss.
Prospered in their nourishing home
children progress with gracious nurture
along growing up pains and mirth-filled adventures
bracing adolescence might of curiosity-driven pursuits
to optimize freedom-driven exploits, guided by parents.
Prodded toward challenging choices
children radiate wisdom they have gained
exhortations on virtues, reflecting parents’ faith-prudence
admonitions for good manners, fortified by training and discipline
vis-à-vis imparted kindness indeed marked with sharing of blessings.
Propelled beyond carrying family name
children continue to expose parents’ legacy
verily endowed well, by the bounty of the Lord
around sweet partnership and harmonious relationship
midst exercise of truth, forgiveness, justice, gratitude, and appreciation.
*Ephesians 6:1-3 Children, obey your parents in the Lord: for this is right. Honour thy father and mother; (which is the first commandment with promise;) That it may be well with thee, and thou mayest live long on the earth.
May 31, 2023
2nd place "Writing Challenge - C Quotes" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/3/2023.
The chill of winter bites deep into the skin,
And the world stays inert in muffled din.
In the freezing blustery winter days,
Life poses threat to beasts in many ways.
I, this little squirrel inside a tree’s narrow hollow,
Am in hibernation to guard myself from nagging snow.
Feeding on the scanty store of nuts gathered,
Wondering if my life will be sheltered or shattered.
Eagerly I await winter to have a natural ending,
As the cycle of seasons keep changing.
Hope the world will soon be up and awake,
And life, in all possibility, a renewed turn take.
As no season can pause for long or linger on,
Winter will soon fade away and be gone.
Once more spring will be back in all its cheer
And my loneliness and frustration will disappear.
The valleys and planes, now sleeping so silent,
Will wake up as the sun from his hide out comes radiant.
I wish to see birds once again soaring into the sky,
And their lively twitter and chatter rising high!
Oh! Come spring, the season of sunshine and mirth
When the earth will show visible signs of rebirth
Let me, from tree-to-tree scamper and scurry
With my other friends, free of all worry!
Jan.21.2023
~ Placed First~
Winter Is Not Forever Poetry Contest
Sponsor. B.J. Legros Kelley
(Asia may not know, this LIX city split baby boomer now ranks himself as an in denture charred sir vent reflecting on that painful instant when enamel collided with frozen water versus the recent removal of all teeth - courtesy of periodontal disease, and reckons how quaint that facial fracas).
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inxs of cold playing air
froze natural pond, where
over head Canadian geese did blare
honking the latest goose sip loud and clear
when from behind a bush
(color antler protected doe against fear
of smashed pumpkin) did peek a deer
alert to any danger by parking
upright either one or both ear
lest predator doth lurk and induce fear
while Harris Family and friends
oblivious attired in wintry gear
which protection from cold caused difficulty to hear
necessitating cupped gloved hands
to punctuate every muffled word
to be but barely heard
akin to talking with mouth full of custard
above the quiet riotous mirth
from this then gawky child nerd
precariously maintaining balance
on his skates and glide like a bird
such attempts made
this then boy appear quite absurd
ah, if only this mind of mine
did two step quick think
but woe misfortune awaited
across the bumpy natural rink
blithely jettisoning myself hither and yon
like a rolling stone going plink
unaware while in camouflage pose
disguised as one sneaky slippery fink
that snuck up in a blink
that found me squarely face down
shattering left front tooth
immediately discovered
via tongue as private sleuth
finding me in extreme agitated state forsooth
as if on fire from red hot chili peppers
wrought from jagged booth
winning sympathy from parents
who did level best to tend distraught son
who ushered playback of events
with less disastrous rerun
praying for an angel
to grant reverse outcome brought none
gut wrenching grief
immediately terminated former fun
damage irreversible and
perfect white smile forever broke con!
Running from the night,
I seek the path that leads to the embrace of light.
Yesterday sometimes leaves its trace,
Remnants of its turbulent journey in place.
Looking into the mirror of hope,
I learn to walk along a tightrope.
I am a house of the unseen,
A canvas for an enigma's screen.
I wake up feeling a weight on me,
My feet at the edge of the day's sea.
I hear a voice that says I am His child,
A voice, gentle and mild.
I hear songs from the ends of the earth,
Like a gathering of people in a moment of mirth.
The day doesn’t end when we leave its embrace,
But with the cosmos creating a new space.
December 25, 2024.
Note: This is a liberal English translation of an ancient poem found in the Classical Chinese Infinite Life Sutra (which dates back to the Cao Wei Dynasty of the three kingdoms era). I made some compromises in favor of meter and rhyme scheme, so it is not wholly accurate. But here it goes:
Assured Success in Achieving Bodhi (Chapter 7):
I will rise far beyond the yonder
And cruise upon the unsurpassed
If my vows won’t come to pass
Then from Bodhi I will wander
I seek to be the greatest patron
And give alms to the forsaken
To let all beneath the skies
Have peace in their long nights
Arising from virtuous roots
Accomplishing the Bodhi-fruit
If I achieve wisdom most high
I shall be known as Infinite Life
Beings who heed my name
And arrive in my Buddha-domain
Will have Sagely golden brilliance
And all the features of excellence
With the Greatest Compassion
I uproot the many passions
Of every order of beings
Endowing virtue most purifying
I shall shine my Wisdom Light
Across the ten quarters bright
Quelling the three dark taints
And pardoning those attainted
I offer salvation to those in perdition
I subdue all turbid emotions
I help open the Wisdom-eye
And grant bodies of shining light
I wall off every woeful path
And pave the way to wealful mirth
I mine the Dharma-treasure
And distribute merits with pleasure
I seek to be wise like the Buddha
To be kind like the Tathagata
To be the teacher of all devas,
To shoulder the universe like Atlas
To preach the Dharma like Simha
To save those mired in karma
To perfect each and every vow
And give Buddha-hood to all
If my vision is proved true
The whole universe will be moved
Heavenly deities shall fete
And scatter flowers like confetti !
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