Long Rapids Poems
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Intimacy
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I held the Sun, Stars and Moon at a distance
till the time your hands touched mine.
Now I am not a feather to be easily detached:
instruct the hurricanes and tornados to observe their limits!
The Mad Moon
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Stars have a habit of showing off,
but the mad moon sojourns in darkness.
Body Language
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Your body’s figures are written in cursive!
How will I read you? Hand me the book!
Insatiable
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
This mighty ocean, so deep and vast!
If it sates my thirst, how long can it last?
Honor
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Achievements may fade but the name sounds strong;
walls may buckle but the roof stays on.
On a pile of corpses a child stands alone
and declares that his family still lives on!
Dust in the Wind
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
This is how I introduce myself to questioners:
Pick up a handful of dust, then blow ...
Dissembler
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
In your eyes this, in your heart that, on your lips something else?
If this is how you are, speak to someone else!
Rumor (M)ill
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I heard rumors my health was bad;
prying people made me ill.
The Vortex
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I am the river whose rapids form a vortex;
You were wise to avoid my banks.
Homebound
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
If people fear what they meet at every turn,
why do they ever leave the house?
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The rainfall pulls me in
swooping over everything
every inch in every depth within
whatever it may bring
swarming sultry upon my brain
informs me it’s absolving time
It washes Mother Earth clean again
Her lush pleasure garden sublime
I splendor in life’s grapevine,
the olive trees,
I drink its wine
and dine with its oil
It’s with these
I am of those who’ll spoil
wash away exterior walls!
groom your insides
rainwater rising falls
dripping down my cheeks
pounding pavement
the path a river that peaks
sweeping me in wavering repent
swept up then for ransom held
Rapids reach out—it petrifies
the wilderness in my soul
begging for its alibis
—to keep me from its toll
I’m caught up in it
saturated in its wet fury
my sticky skin is lit
with colors of curry
dissolving velveteen mascara
it runs, mapping the lines on my face
like something from the common era
The Messiah, there’s not a trace
Mopping up what’s on my mind
in a world that drags me down
pouring drips of brimstone bind
leaking baths of sulfur drowns
my enemy, the nemesis that was I
the Universe enacting retribution
from on high
Alas, stoned by the thousands
reborn and boughten back to life
out from the alabaster sands
bitter salt no longer rife
suffocating the sum of all sins
thanking the Heavenly Father
A poet begins…
…renews all with His renowned rain
prophesizes us as Epicurus rises
as does the absence of pain
a philosopher’s sonic temple baptizes
This love gives
Its kinetic pleasure purifies
It's katastematic satisfaction!
Its universe verifies
Till the rain comes again
This tranquil life lives
Water Falls
Miles down the waterfalls, the jungles wild
Azaleas know the way
Parade themselves along the banks
Cold currents reach out with tumbling speed
But its too late
Cascade over unknown ledges far below
In a deep breath
The deluge finds a precipice release
River rapids drawn along distances to listen
Turn into moving streams of living liquid
Trees and thicket drink deep the moving force
Forget about rain until it comes again
Water falls forever in the forest lost
Jungles wild, smile, as a leaf drops in
Carried away like a feather green
Spins outward on a journey home
A sojourn to the unknown
My Grand Father’s wisdom often suggested, “Can’t is not an option”
Unless comes with attempted movement
Try in the effort
Many people say they can’t, but it is really won’t
No one knows what they can do unless it is proven in truth
In my younger years, my responses were always can’t without ever
Trying
My Grand Father showed me the theory behind the task
When I tried what I thought was can’t became I could
It was expectations beyond my thinking
For example, if I wanted to ride the water rapids, and said I can’t and that would be won’t out of fear
I actually attempted to ride the water rapids in the Adirondacks in New York State
Can’t is only a scare to try
Chicken out principle if you will
Believing is trying and understanding making it superficial
Can’t is simply ruled out
Can’t being no option
Put try and effort to the test
Observe as you excel beyond your own belief
Can’t is won’t and effort is proven in the movement and mind
Can’t in words, Cancelled, Action, Navigate and Try
If you take out the two words, Action and Try
Look what you come up with “Effort”
Don’t make can’t a component but turn effort into an element
1
Rain for weeks
bruised October.
The burden of bitter
air spewed from the
drain of my swollen yard.
Already the birds had turned
to pirates.
I saw the night let
a blind rag wing dive
from a tree into the rapids
of a sidewalk,
rolling, crumbling like a
mad leaf.
2
The afternoon had cleared
and isolated my yard in
cold light.
Wet death had made no
ceremony for the rigid
squirrel.
Murky death had stolen
its eyes.
Hard death had robbed
the squirrel. I rolled
the item in newspaper.
Thoughtless death into
the trash bag
with Styrofoam and Reynolds Wrap.
3
Living wavered
on a matchstick.
On an evening some
flickering things were
extinguished.
My boy and I hung over the Elk Rapids dam railing
Shirtless
With lines swung in the churning water
The iron hum of turbines rattling through our elbows
He lands a nice Crappie
And as he rescues the bass
He looks not at his dad
Or the helpless fish staring up in horror
But watches to see if the old stern man
Fishing on the other end of the dam
Cigar crowbarred to the crease of his mouth
Might take a look
But no
He doesn’t as much glance over
To see the catch by my long-haired CEO
With his 20,000 Instagram followers
And when we step past the guy
And over his pole and tackle box
Not even then
Does he grunt nice fish nor nod good day
His leeches keeps him free of snags
That much is true of his local secrets
But we used worms and had a big day.
Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best. - Henry Van Dyke
Reflected in the water, flowing gently
Sighs, songs, silence, so wonderfully inviting
Her rhythm, still as the music’s soul,
Glowing like the autumn’s knowing, her joy
Rising to the surface, leaves in vibrant hues
Glittering gold and trembling tangerine,
Rustling rusts and breathless burgundies
Floating, following the rapids soothing tracks
Listening to the birds, crooning, singing
Revealing their tales, caught up in the music
Of a moment, the descant’s sigh, breathing
Light over October, while the waters pass on by,
Spraying the ages with soft words, goodbye
To the summer’s version of the forest’s cry.
Arizona Spring Training Sextet
running the rapids
life jacket on fully tight
knuckles, fully white
white water rafting
I thought I would surely die
mates made me smile bright
sports-bars, fun, laughter
cowboy steak-out much later
bright time, what moonlight
karaoke, too
"The Funky Divas" were we three
fun and much laughter
my Arizona
spring training, the Oakland A's
those southwestern days
11-8-2020
11-7-2020
~~~~~
Tribute to the Sports channel Team! Thanks for crediting me to be
one of your top Sports channel Scouts and rewarding me with fun trip
of a lifetime! Wonderful to travel with all the managers of the top cable
companies. Never had so much fun in my life. Fell totally in love with
Arizona...the desert, snakes and jeep adventures in her
desert!
Mushrooms
and
meadows
Sunshine
and
shadows
Gentle
ripples on
the calm
river
Foaming
rapids in
white
water
The jungle
echoes in
the semi-
darkness
while
daylight
creepy
crawlies
clear the
mess.
Peasants
seen
toiling and
pheasants
go
scratching
as I spy a cricket kinda'
somersaulting
The cactus in
imagination, the
desert's prickly
femmefatale
Elsewhere a lone fallen
leaf
floats in the canal
Prairie dogs go popping
while hares go hopping
But in town, ladies go
shopping
Swans have formed a V-
line
The flora is ooh yes
divine
and bees they form a
bee-line!
Seista seizes birdlovers
too
They miss out on the
hoopoe's
song
for the hoopoe it does
not sing
on cue
since a bird may sing
anytime
to woo
Gosh what a contrasted
medley became of the
scenery
Town and jungle, the
eve's
murk or dawn's greenery.
Ah wherever you go
nature's
so panoramic
Painters paint pictures
but God
actually created what's
picturesque!
My Mother called out to me,
I had to come
To the depths of Her longing
my spirit would run
From four thousand feet,
She cried clear and loud
And as her first born,
I rushed downward and proud
From the Canadian Rockies,
my destiny ran
Through Glacier and Yellowstone,
where all time began
At Page Her arms opened,
pulling me in
And She welcomed my rapids,
to baptize again
Reborn in the current
of their unbroken dream
She shouted my name,
the past-future redeemed
My intention now raging,
my soul shared with them
She asked of my Father,
Her words formed the wind
I said, “He is sleeping,”
His tears for you melt
His promise now drained,
His love greatly felt
Her heart pounding furious,
Her depths I now fill
Her womb I reenter
—my Father instilled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)