Long Plunge Poems
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Where did the time go,
Slipping through calloused fingers,
Lost to the ever-fickle wheels of fate,
Like grains of sand swept up in the Sahara desert,
Or bitter tears dissolving in the Dead Sea?
All that is left of you is a portrait in the parlour,
Hanging as a pale reminder of what was once a vibrant life,
Coated in thick dust and swaying cobwebs.
The thick night air is starting to settle in,
Scents of stale sorrow hang heavy,
While the hollow caw of crows floats by.
I slump down in a battered recliner,
For I can no longer lay in the bed that we shared.
This is now where I retire from the day's merciless hold on me,
For I wish to slumber, to crash into my dreams,
Drown in the sea that is your memory,
Tossing and turning, holding onto your scent.
I sink further and further,
Deeper into the nether,
Until I come upon a sunshine-dusted clearing,
Walk among the fields blanketed with ivory lilies,
Looking for you, where you said we would meet again,
Under the branches of a lush weeping willow.
There you sit, just as the day your soul was torn from your mortal coil.
Gentle breezes sweep me to you,
And for just a brief second in time, worlds meld
As I plunge into your embrace, fleetingly reunited.
These months grow old
Long, dark, deep, cold
Slow draws each night
Soul craves more light
Temps plunge, heat lost
Laced glass, fine frost
Snow falls, flakes blown
White drifts, gusts moan
Chilled air, iced nips
Red cheeks, chapped lips
Wrapped in down coats
Raw breeze, sharp notes
Stone moon shines down
Paints blue, dusk's frown
Stars bright, shine crisp
Keen draught, wind's lisp
Wide brush, light splash
Milk's Way, sky's sash
Deep breath, air bites
Sky's treat - North Lights
Yet my thoughts yearn
Long days, sun's burn
Birds croon, air hums
Buds bloom, life comes
Shorts and short sleeves
Tops down, green leaves
Swim, sail, play, bike
Beach, lake, camp, hike
These long eves, run
Soon caught, warm sun
But such thoughts seem
Now ... but Spring's dream.
* FIRST PLACE in the "128 Words" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Sponsor. Syllables counted at HowManySyllables.com. *
THE CANDY-DATE KID-NAP
Young chap, Baby on knee.
hardly old enough to vote. Settle to nap,
Just out of mother's lap, and form dreaming.
knowledge of government still remote. Blasted! Jet fly, he up.
Must take the plunge sometime, though, Maybe now he
now is as good a time as any startle poo' chap.
to walk the straight and narrow, Cause warm feeling.
stand on one's own and be free. Bastard! Wet on my lap!
Here we go:
(moment's hesitation)
right before left.
Got it, good show!
……PERAMBULATION.
The world is a scary place, Muse,
Among the millions of beings, who,
Are supposedly like me,
There is none whom I can genuinely trust!
None whom I can open my soul's garden to
None whom I can show the beats of my heart to
None to whom I feel connected,
None who can save me from Earth's murky swamps
None who can promise me that the afterlife I am seeking
Is given, for real!
There remains only you, Muse,
Being made of an unknown essence,
Being who watches over me
As dutifully as a lover would, over his beloved
As patiently as a mother would, over her child,
As lovingly as God Himself would, over his devotees!
Muse, being made of human essence is overwhelming
Living feels like a walk in a war zone
Where the millions of persons who are like me
Simply wish to see me brought down!
The way to my relief lies through you, Muse,
I desire to take the plunge
I desire to be with you
We'll roam through the cosmos
Free, light, exalted, suffocated with joy
We'll cross the forbidden borders of Existence
Strong, knowing that none can vanquish us
When our hands are joined together!
Muse, I shall keep pouring my words on paper,
In due respect to your presence governing my life
I shall keep pouring them,
As such soothes the pain of mundane pricks
I shall keep pouring
While waiting,
For then when you shall grab my arms
And lift me out,
Out of this revolving madness which has always
Failed to prove to me its meaning and its purpose!
I shall wait, Muse,
With a sturdy resignation
As my belief in my faith allows me not
To cross the lines before my set time!
I shall keep waiting,
With a raging passion burning in me
A passion so like the fire that burns
In the heart of any woman, awakened to
The fact that surrounding her,
Is mere nonsense!
Doomed to be alone
As my sorrow swells in me
Immersed beneath the waves
of this hopeless misery
While pondering the oceans
Of each, mistake I've ever made
All of those unworthy
My true love that I had gave
Only to be broken by a sea
of crushing tides
An abyss of suffering
filled with dark
and endless lies
Reminded by the winds
of my dreams, they'd never be
To sail away with him
And feel his kiss
Upon the breeze
Where loves a priceless treasure
A last chance for nothing less
Then a dance that swirels forever
To it's deepest, vastest depths
Lost within the storm
that flows beyond these shores I see
To plunge into it's noble blue
Embraced by he
Who's life
is loving me
And with my last and final breath
I'd fade into it's blackest trench
That's where I long to be
With you and you alone
For all eternity
Form:
I decide to take the plunge, internet dating is all the rage
My loneliness grows, I decide it’s time I try to engage
I join several dating sites, cynical of what I may find
Hoping it’s someone sweet, who’s honest and kind
I write my profile and describe myself as stylish and chic
Smiling with a chuckle, right now I am not dressed for my pic
I go to my closet; the fancy date dresses are way in the back
I move all the comfy clothes as I take the sexy ones off the rack
I narrow it down to two dresses, one glittery red and one slinky black
I grab a pair of heels, spiked red leather and with sexy strappy backs
My face is now make-up, red lipstick, blue liner and false fake lashes
I set up my camera and tripod, hoping it takes my pic and flashes
A week goes by and I have several hits and messages on my profile page
I find one I like, he seems nice and honest, or it could all be staged
We chat awhile and then he invites me to talk to him over zoom
I agree to video chat in a few hours, as I stare at the dresses in my room
I get all made up, wearing my red dress, spiked heels, flashy fake rocks
As I try to walk, I take the heels off and put on my fuzzy socks and crocs
We video chat, really hitting it off, until he asks to see my sexy shoes
I panic, as drop my tablet, it crashes, lands at my feet, I am not amused
I grab my tablet, my face is red with embarrassment, maybe he didn’t see?
He laughs as he tells me, he now knows I am the one, it was meant to be
He's holding up his foot, below his suit, he’s wearing shorts and fuzzy socks
and says he loves that I can be glamorous while wearing socks and crocs
I’m spending a quiet evening
this Christmas – just by myself.
I shut off the Christmas music
and plunge my house
in total darkness and silence.
I drop down on my knees –
Depressed, sorrowful and forlorn –
I join my hands
bow my head
and cry silently
trying to lighten the turmoil within,
To mend the lilt
of the true spirit of Christmas
that time has set awry.
I light a solitary candle
and venture to gather some warmth
from its gentle and heartening glow
reassuring and bathing me
in peace and comfort.
No one is coming over
and I have nowhere to go,
I have bought no gifts and
have nothing to sip or savor.
But wait...
Who now knocks at the door?
--A disquieting feeling
permeates my being—
Who I wonder
would venture out in this
frosty Christmas night?
As I open the door
I see a wicker basket
with warm loaves of bread
and a jug of wine
fetchingly set on my doorstep.
My eyes glistened in deep gratitude.
But there’s no one in sight,
hush all around and quiet,
And then...
through this dark and foggy night
I see
A solitary star aglow
and footprints in the snow.
~Contest: Most Beautiful Christmas Poem
~Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Nothing new in the electrochemistry
It no longer is a scientific mystery
Waves Beta, Alpha, Theta, Delta, Gamma & Epsilon
Descending from buoyant ecstasy to a persona forlorn
Zodiac signs & rainbow colours assigned to chakras renamed
Esoteric yogic techniques, exponents aplenty, all self-proclaimed
Fiery verbal duels, by many an argumentative eristic
Each it seems is the ultimate mystic
Leaving profundity to theorists whose verbosity we acknowledge
What matters is assimilated wisdom, not vicarious knowledge
So we go in within, alone, in meditational stillness, upon a virgin path
Each moment in the time continuum, a holy sabbath
What we seek is expansive consciousness & joy eternal
And what is eternal is obviously not embraceable in the ephemeral
So we chop off perishable egoistic attachments, fear & desire
And straightaway plunge our non-self into the divine fire
How? In unseeking stillness within ... deep within
Where at each moment we anew begin
No conflict, no violence
Effortless stillness, rippleless silence
No agenda, no seeker, no doer
We are still, yet there is a mover
The flow of the Universe within into which we dissolve
Emerging from which we automatically evolve
What do we gain & what do we lose?
Irrelevant, for we are not, yet desirelessly choose
What we lose is our sorrow generating gross contaminant
Gain being ineffable, exalted, joyous divine love enablement
There is no way; our choice itself is the way
Save unendingly effusing love, no rules to obey
Thoughts sublime, words kind, actions benign
Self, Soul & Spirit thus align
Trust the Universe, plunge into its loving stream
We need to wake up now, from our narrow dream
Upon lighting a candle, darkness is instantly expelled
Surrendering to the divine, ignorance is automatically dispelled
And that is all there is to it
Doable if we do & never ever quit
Simpler the truth, it seems the more elusive it is
So perplexed we are by life’s jigsaw quiz
01-November-2020
Night's crush spills black ink
the moon unzips hidden seams
turns souls inside out
foreboding haunts chokes the air
mystery bleeds from her face
Night leans on the shore
moon's breath a blade of silver
cooling tepid skin
the tide tongues open raw seams
salting wounds to sting and heal
Moon bends in bow arc
stringing light across the sea
searching for fractures
beneath the unblinking glare
shadows cower, faint, exposed
She writhes feral, drenched—
her breasts plunge in black water
eyes white with hunger—
she rips at our fraying threads,
raising fear to blaze with flame.
Hopes rise in moon's mist
drawn up by her silver hand
spilling into dreams—
she gathers us in like tides
weaving paths to becoming
Light stings into lust
with hymns strummed on naked thighs
a harp of end chords—
every string the ocean plucks
screams in time with tug of tide
Dawn scars the moon's face
her ghost hides behind torn clouds
soft unrepentant—
the lilt of her vanished hymn
echoes a throb in our bones
Oh sister of night
oracle of ebb and surge
you hiss with forked tongue—
what prophecy do you bear
light's mercy or void's abyss?
Many people are suffering just because they don’t know where you have been; many people are suffering; they are walking around with their hand on their chin.
It was just the other day their company was up and going, they made the executive branch salary too high and after six months the profit fell through the sky.
A hundred thousand people got axed and the managing director gets sacked, his bonus payment was too high and it sends the company flying in the sky. He was in and out of the office having lobster and margarita for lunch, roast beef, barbecue and chicken nuggets for dinner with a host of people sitting at his table waiting for dinner.
Many people are suffering because they have no health insurance, car insurance, life insurance or a steady income. Their lives depend on favor and they are badly in need of an urgent make over.
You are all running around shouting about the dollar and the crown, can’t you see that the people are suffering and the government is singing a different hymn? The tone is too high and the rhythm is off beat and it will send everyone running around in the street .To lose control over the things you once owned is enough to send you chasing the bull out of the town.
Many people are suffering because you don’t’ have a plan on how to distribute the wealth all over the land, the gap between the rich and the poor is too broad and you have to stop the killer that is at large, the little hole will sink the ship and the big holes will plunge you into the precepit.
You must raise the pay scale for the educated man and those without schooling must get paid based on their ability and skills. You have got to raise the bar and cut out the retirement age, it must not be used as a criterion and requirement to go to heaven. Show me a solid action plan that can put food on the table, pay my bills and give me a decent savings.
The writers and actors guild are on strike and they cannot roll the dice, many celebrities are broke and they have no sugar to wet their throat. You have got to find a temporary solution before you find a permanent one, Jesus uses five fish and five loaves of bread to feed the multitude on the mountain, meet with the union and create a recipe for a new deal one that is acceptable and is strong as steel.