Long Relishes Poems
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In the dank, dreary domain of leeches
bloodsuckers swim willy-nilly,
hither and thither in the murk.
Aquatic bloodhounds
sniffing the water, they zero in on lunch,
a warm barefoot or a leg will do just fine.
Like vampire bats,
they numb their bite, so it's painless.
Both the stuff of nightmares
and a prayer come true,
you mustn't judge them harshly; they're most beneficial.
Why else would nature
create such a parasitic creature?
No one relishes the task
when I ask for volunteers to catch wild leeches;
they all have feet of lead as I lead them to the pond.
My colleagues refer to them as squirming syringes.
And yet, these lowly critters are miracle workers
once you get past their slimy feel and swamp smell.
It takes but a second
for their minute teeth to cut into bruised flesh
helping to restore blood circulation.
(Free Verse)
Aug. 15, 2018
mother child
nestled encircled
sings a lullaby shouts rebuke
forever giving endless forgiving
cuddles with soft hands scolds with look of eyes
a candle that gently guides a flint that fires up the child
kisses heals with tender grace hugs forgives all falls from grace
silence teaches more than words songs unsung are yet always heard
soft hands set child free yielding never losing touch
endless is the sacrifice small are the rewards
beholds the dawn relishes the dusk
laughs out loud weeps in silence
never ever forgotten
beget begotten
one all
[Inspired by Carolyn Derbyshire’s
‘Footprints’ contest but too long]
For Dr Bartholomew Green
There’s little that he hasn’t seen
But here on this Jurassic coast
Is the place that he relishes most
These imprints so frequently found
All over this beach do abound
Like clues that the dinosaurs sent
To show where they've been, where they went
These steps of a huge Allosaurus
Which paced this beach sometime before us
Are clues that can now be unravelled
To find out just how far he travelled
The team trace the route that he took
Each making notes in his book
The cavern was worth a good look
But then the ground rumbled and shook
A rockfall or something more scary?
They made their way back, feeling wary
Then Doctor Bartholomew Green
Reset the time travel machine
Thirsty rain smooches ground keenly,
sprinkles love to turn it fertile land.
Flowers blush gazing at their deep foreplay
and pretend to fall asleep
providing privacy.
Wind flatters as a bracing feather blanket,
waltzing diligently to their melodic rhythm;
Whole night relishes playing hide and seek,
willingly colliding with trees to create fun;
Wishing them good luck for intimate night,
with wavering smile carried aroma around..
birds and animals
are in slumber unaware ...
dawn enters early
Sep 16, 2020
Note:Writing challenge -Nature - Four in one Poetry
Contest.
Sponsored by A dear heart -Constance La France.
I sit here writing this message to you,
My dilemma is choosing that somebody who,
Will cause me to soar and fly ever higher,
But this selection process has caused me to mire,
I admit the candidates are of numerous sort,
And hard to decipher from the initial escort,
Some friends say I'm picky, some say too impatient,
Some say I'll never find that perfect creation,
But, since you are out there and obviously listening,
Let me inform you on what you are missing,
To begin, I'm not going to mention my looks,
Except to say I don't hide behind books,
I relate to those who find life very humorous,
And repel against those who embody the tumorous,
If you're searching for someone that can be predicted,
You will not find my image depicted,
Not that fickle or whimsical could be a feature,
I'm just a bonafide, certified interesting creature,
My view is that life has too much offer,
In addition to ways of filling my coffer,
It's like a candy store, with shelf after shelf,
And I'm the one in the corner stuffing himself,
But, wouldn't it be great if I could just find,
Someone to share with whom I wouldn't mind,
Now what should you be like, I've pondered this thought,
Over and over, I get so distraught,
Someone who's set and ready to go,
To do whatever it takes to reach that plateau,
But, if somehow we do not achieve as expected,
We'll work as a team to get it corrected,
Someone who relishes the quietest of times,
And smiles and applauds at my silliest rhymes,
Someone who climbs mountains and even climbs trees,
See, I told you that I'm not too hard to please,
To confront my claims with a subtle refute,
And to cause my big mouth to diminish and mute,
Someone who sees things different than I,
And is willing to say so without being gunshy,
As for children, I'm not looking for three more wise men,
But, it wouldn't hurt if one could win the Heisman,
Most of all, your love must run amuck,
Because there will be those times when I'm just a schmuck,
I know that you're out there, I'm just not sure where,
But, please turn and listen as I stand and declare,
I will search through the universe until the end of my life,
Until I find you, my lover, my partner,
My wife.
(1/11/93)
It was grim and gloomy
Devoid of hope for freedom
They were bound and thrown
Into man’s maximum security
After severe beating and humiliation
In utter hopelessness
But God was still saying something
And so they did not give in to fear
But chose path of prayer and praise
And God who relishes the praises of His children
Swung into action with an earthquake
Rocking the maximum security prison
To its foundation and unto freedom
For Paul and Silas
Whatever is your situation today
Do not despair or give up
For even when He is silent
God is still saying something
Take the route of prayer and praise
They never fail to attract His attention
Nor His saving Grace
“Better to shun the bait than struggle in the snare”
William Blake
With a fragile earth warm, I lure my Labeo rohita.
Minute minnows manage many magical Mackerels.
Shrimps attract snapper, arowana, and tilapia.
Aren't baits also in the form of bread, biscuits, and bagels?
Best cows as baits to lions, fleshy fawns as baits to tigers
Live dogs lure the crocodiles, and greens charm the elephants.
Covets, cravings, wants, wishes, inclinations, and desires
Are poured into the human psyche to find their relevance.
We consume the bait. Baits consume us. Irrationally!
With their colour, form, shape, beauty, and lure, I'm imprisoned.
I enter this trap, this hole, and this grave casually.
I struggled all through my life as though fate had commissioned
The piece of butter and cheese, with bread and fish relishes
Which being, I do not know, enjoys each of these dishes?
Mind, intellect ego, nor echoes they spell,
Nor sense of hearing, speech, nor of smell,
Nor am I earth, fire, air, nor yet space,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
Nor vital Life-force, nor five breath fields,
Seven essences, nor five body shields,
No limbs of action make what me is,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
Likes nor dislikes, I’ve greed, nor fantasy,
Pride nor conceit, envy nor jealousy,
Nor any pursuits of life do I miss,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
Happiness nor sorrows, virtue nor vice,
Chants, pilgrimage, Vedas nor sacrifice,
Food nor fondness, nor one that relishes,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
I’ve Death nor doubt, nor faith in wombs of worth,
Father nor mother nor I’ve any birth,
Kin, friend, guru nor disciples on earth,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
One alone, shape nor size, nor form any,
Pervasive, rife everywhere, in senses,
I’ve freedom, nor bondage, peace, poise is me,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
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From aatma shatakam or nirvaana shatakam, six verses on atman, written by Shankaracharya of 8th century CE. Transliteration of the Sanskrit text is given here:
manah-buddhi-ahamkara-chittani na aham,
na cha kshotra-jihve na cha ghrana-netre |
na cha vyoma bhumih na teja vayuh
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||1 ||
na cha prana-sanjnyah na vai pancha-vayuh,
na va sapta-dhatuh na va pancha-koshah |
na vak pani-padau na cha upastha-payu
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||2 ||
na me dvesha-ragau na me lobha-mohau,
madah na eva me na eva matsarya bhavah |
na dharmah na cha arthah na kamah na mokshah,
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||3 ||
na punyam na papam na saukhyam na duhkham,
na mantrah na tirtham na vedah na yajnyah |
aham bhojanam na eva bhojyam na bhoktah
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||4 ||
na me mrtyu-shanka na me jati bhedah,
pita na eva me na eva mata na janma |
na bandhuh na mitram guruh na eva shishyah
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||5 ||
aham nir-vikalpah nir-akara-rupah,
vibhuh vyapya sarvatra sarva indriyanam |
sada me samatvam na muktih na bandhah,
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||6 ||
Translations |05.08.2021|
Intermingled threads of my fantasies pour
from the ink of my love on the bare soul
of the letter I write for you, my beloved
The windowpane sparkles moonlit dreams
And I submerge into my visions of you
You, my moon bound to your services
Make me wonder how I would write
All the love-soaked words I've never said
I had questions that submerged in tides
Propelled by divine celestial waves
I forgot to savor the fragrance of lilies
That intertwine into my desolate bed stand
Perhaps you will be gulping your tea
When this letter relishes the touch
Of your frozen fingers looking for warmth
You might inhale the aroma of my love
Dripped in my waxing and waning hopes
Rosy shades of mellowed sunrise
Prompt my hopes to flutter and fly
Away to a land where you reside
I have spent last night tossing them
In solicitude of your awaited letter
My feet took a hundred strides
to the door that I opened warily
I await your reply to quench my love
I am the sun that follows her moon
Eclipsed by unending galactic cycles
Let me drape myself in your love
Let your letter wait at the corner
Until I've told you my anxiety faded away
I've been onlooking the desert roads
Oh should I merge into them in daylight
To kiss the path your letter traverses
This time I hope it remembers at last
My name and address on this frayed street
Let it bring to me your smooth embrace
The sun, exhausted of the chase for moon
Over these centuries, awaits the end of eclipse
Drenched in my fears I whisper at sunset,
"Let my love engulf me in soothing waves"
....The sun and the moon in a golden Aurora, unite,
Your letter arrives before you colored in lilac twilight.
*A tribute to the tumultuous emotions of a soldier's wife*
May 26, 2020
The Sun And The Moon Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
~~Premiere Contest Winner: 4th Place
BRIAN'S CHOICE V,any form,any theme Contest
~~Winner: First Place
The frenzy takes center stage,
where it feeds on urges
that reflect its animal nature.
Hurried, it further imprisons itself
within doubt and uncertainty.
Restless yet hopeful, it begins
the process of investigation.
Shedding light on activity,
it plays behavior on loop.
Moving further away from yearning,
it begins to immerse in quietude.
Disengaged and energy preserving,
it sets on the path to
the Ultimate Reality- a space
where impulses prove fruitless,
and the self is relinquished.
The stages of jhana are fulfilled and
Nibbana is quickly approaching.
Here, the mind relishes in equanimity.