Long Navy blue Poems
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I stood on a shore so pristine and gleaming,
and being drawn into the most bizarre dream...
everything from imagination to fantasy seemed real,
and with arms outstreched I welcomed this sighting.
Astonishingly, a new world appeared reflecting the rippled sea below
encircled by white clouds swirling around it, not wanting to go...
it was of a navy blue without a patch of green as our former planet seemed;
instantly, I assumed that all the lovely continents had completely dissapeared.
Did I desire to venture myself and live there as an alien from Earth,
start a civilization from the bits of knowledge I had gathered from day one?
" No change for survival, " I told myself considering loneliness and dearth...
then, enlightenment came to me, " It's not impossible...it can be done! "
As a loner, drawn into the most bizarre dream, I meditated to achieve my intent:
to seek God and ask Him to pull out one of my ribs and create my companion...
a kind and giving soulmate, so I wouldn't be taken by fright and wander alone,
but share the new creation with the woman who wouldn't be tempted by a serpent.
Jack Sprat and wife Mary, lived in a glory of lemony, chiffon days;
Like maroon birds keep on singing, until the sunset, orange phase.
They were comfy and happy, like a picnic in lavish, emerald grass;
And had a black dog and a calico cat, like red Mars making a pass.
While Jack was a large man, his beloved wife, contrarily, was tiny.
They gardened after church on Sundays, as sweet time went slyly.
At the mauve hour of dinner, they enjoyed each other's company,
As well as a single glass of wine, while the animals played clumsily.
February fawned over early flowers, smiling fondly into sun's face;
As friends came in feathered hats and finery, through jaded grace.
Floating fuchsia clouds were frilly, in futuristic times of red sunset;
And family visited the fun hours. Moon pearls were not falling yet!
They lived in the house of amenity, like living with ones most loved;
And a fireside welcomed evenings, under skies with dyes smudged.
Swift, strawberry seasons were somewhat surprising, and sudden,
On their street of purple sage. Redbirds visited by striking dozens.
Noteworthy navy blue twilights brought nearby neighbors, laughing;
And new night was bejeweled with stars, that were forever flashing.
Frolicksome freesias were in full boom, in pretty, prismatic colors,
In dusky days of dandelion delight, when sun rays crept in shutters.
Rainbow eucalyptus trees enchanted, as if glossing skies had fallen;
When 'strangler figs' wreaked crime after crime, noted by red robin.
Jack Sprat and Mary received bad news, within months of each other!
The doctor placed Jack on a strict diet, so his health would not suffer.
And Mary, who was undernourished, was told to eat more, and often!
She and Jack vowed to obey doctor's orders, like tonic rains of Austin.
Jack began to eat less and lose weight, and Mary made tasty meals;
And gained weight and hale vigor, like when purple sun's colors peel.
'Jack Sprat could eat no fat.
His wife could eat no lean.
And so between them both, you see,
They licked the platter clean.'
Pink fringed lotus,
stunning leaf floater,
suffusing pond surface,
beneath sapphire sky,
in stoic city pond,
charming capture,
casual strollers peep,
as vim skims,
reflection of visages,
luscious liquid stream,
fluid canvas,
water in atmosphere.
or pool intensifies,
navy blue welkin,
august morning shift,
in shade or tint,
hue’d reservoir,
sapphire firmament,
a momentary pause,
for zestful urbanite,
bowl-shape flora,
or vapored vault,
coalescing influence,
bridging distance,
town dynamism,
lush environment,
bosom buddy treaty
Walking up uneven sidewalks—
up cracked little hills of pavement,
past dingy apartments
gliding through trailer parks—
rough rails and low fences
skidding my fingertips—
reaching the dampened street.
Through an empty crosswalk
where children once would
wait to pass—
vigilant cross guards leading
laughing kids to safety.
Staring ahead at navy-blue walls
once where gathering peers chattered,
beholding the path ahead through the
towering gate—
my heart flutters in
fearful bittersweet.
I wander through those familiar
school gates now darkened—
glaring in the dead of night.
“Go home,” it warns,
as I pass—wiry wind behind me
rattling the black metal
openings.
“It’s dark out here.”
No voices…
No teachers…
No students…
No faculty…
No giggling…
No taunts…
No lunch lines…
No time-outs…
No tardy slips…
No restrictions tonight—
but there is trash from yesterday
splayed along the wet grounds—
midnight rain ceasing.
Do I feel exhilaration
or shame walking through
this graveyard of academia?
What am I learning in this
strange silence?
I try not to recall
the dead black cat wedged
in a crevice of split concrete,
located in a locked, gated corner
past the large, muddy PE field.
I used to play there.
I would gaze through that locked gate,
terrified of what I would see—
but it was empty
Then.
Now,
near the edge of school grounds,
I hear her hiss from where I stand,
as if she is warning me.
I would hate to be
locked up into your dark corner—
destined to gaze up lifeless
at an unforgiving night sky—
destined to exist lonely
amongst the screams,
coaches’ whistles and laughter
from oblivious children and teachers.
In my wildest dreams,
I hold endless keys to locked gates—
filled with ends and hard truths
most will fight to forget.
She taught me something
that makes my blood grow cold:
there is far more to learn now
than ever before—
beyond these school borders.
There are some colours
I see differently
Telling them apart is tough
This is what I see
That no one else does
The colour true red
I would recognize
Shades that are different
I'm not able to know
I struggle all the time
Show me the colours
Light grey I see pale blue
Black is navy blue
Navy blue is black
I can not tell the them apart
The diference shads of red
I see the colour orange
In a pile of the same shades together
There are no difference in the shades
If I do not know the colours
To a shopper I would appbroch
I find them very helpful
I do this all the time
They tell me the right colours
Tring Tring: Is that you?
Yes, my love how do you do?
Hey! I bought a new pair of shoes,
This time my shoe size is two!
Oh dear, you look so cute,
In your little boots!
My cutie son in dungaree navy blue!
A sheath dress, a watch, a ring and a cake for you!
Would you come! Please, make my wish come true!
O my love! My honey, I am always around you.
Close your eyes and feel the breeze,
Come on, let’s play all day through!
Just look into Daddy’s eyes,
We are dying for your sight.
God needed my body,
But my soul is with you.
Daddy’s windshield wiper,
You are the bravest tiger!
Sharp at twelve, we will cut the cake and celebrate.
Be there, don’t make me wait!
Just hug your Daddy tight,
And share the cake’s bite!
Sandwiched in between,
I can feel you two, right!
Mommy, I got to go.
I have to dress up for the show.
Tring Tring, is that you?
Yes honey, I love you, I miss you.
Why did you go……………………………………..
Form:
They are my lucky pants, they come with me wherever
They are my lucky pants, we will always be together
They are navy blue nylon, not cotton or leather
They are all purpose jogging pants for any kind of weather
They are pants that are worn for all of the seasons
I travel with my lucky pants for many different reasons
They are not too hot and not too cold, my traveling pants will never get old.
We been to New Orleans, Texas and even Alabama
We traveled to Maryland, Atlanta, Memphis and D.C
They went to Colorado, Florida and Vegas with me
We went to New York, London and then back to the states
We travel by car, bus or plane, whatever it takes
Whether worn or not, they’re coming for the flight
Wear them for my wedding um, I don’t know, I just might
They are my lucky pants, I will have them like forever
They are my lucky pants, get rid of them? Never!
How can we understand each other's color,
When we use the same flavored word?
It's impossible to say it any duller,
And through our glasses the meaning is blurred.
To you something bright as the sky,
Will always strike me as navy blue.
With a fire truck we could try,
But to me it is simply maroon.
Something as distinct as a rainbow,
To me, a blurry line of tones.
Something as beaming as the snow,
Might quietly sit with the stones.
All I ask is that you don't judge me,
When my eyes can't shine like the moon.
Believe my words over what you see,
Because color is what drives every tune.
crisp white uniform
like pure white ocean foam
his eyes navy blue
for he winked at the sea
his shoes polished squid-ink black
with superior shine
his medals proudly gleam
the Captain grins, wants to salute him
eagerly waits his turn
his fellow seaman — some like him
others hold the jealousy of Davy Jones Locker
but the women love him in droves
some with ulterior motives just to be a Navy wife
swooping necklines, netted stockings
long blond silky hair accost his senses
but on the long watches he serves her
the one he loves best — his country
so he trims his neckline, sharpens
the lines of his tailored pants
and protects the deck
day and night
Tiranga
saffron to renounce
dharma spins in peaceful white
soil gives green for life....
Haiku- 5/7/5
Written July 21st, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest by SKAT A
The Indian flag- Tiranga- meaning Tricolour has three horizontal bars of colours saffron, white and green embossed in the middle with a Navy blue Ashok Chakra (wheel)
Saffron or orange denotes valour and selflessness, renunciation and absolution of ego.
White is for honesty, purity and peace. Symbolic of light to guide our conduct on path of truth.
Green is for faith, fertility and prosperity. It represents life and happiness by virtue of Earth and soil on which all life is dependant.
In centre is blue coloured wheel with 24 spokes represents truth and dharma, wheel denotes motion that keeps us moving forward and represents dynamism of peaceful change.
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