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i get a wrapped around and kept
while my wetness is swept
in and around your winding curves
i flow over you with an urge
i slow at certain points to keep a pace
then hasten again with beauty and grace
admiring the strength in my stride
you feel my waves from inside
i hold you close then let you go
and we dance together in the snow
through the flowers we make new
there would be no me without you
in the sun we lay, kissing each other's cheek
side by side ever so meek
then in the fall we settle down
as the colored leaves dust the ground
and i fall back into your love
as the fluid river flowing above
Thou art no migrant bird, O Pink Beauty,
But forced art to fly many a long miles
Looking for fresh habitat and water,
In search of new breeding and nesting isles.
And in this search of a shallow wetland,
Ye fly hundreds of miles in patterned file.
Once there, watching ye take off on webbed feet,
Ah what a sight when ye lift off in style!
Thanks to vast wetlands getting polluted,
Despite thine number threatened art thou still,
What with habitats getting degraded,
Should ye lose out, oh what a cruel ill!
I watch when ye fly in flocks of thousands,
Then settle down sighting the right wetland
Or marshland, with friends and family bands,
What gorgeous a sight ye turn lifeless land!
And now a word about thine mating dance
That pairs of males perform to charm females—
Their magical synchronised head movements,
At climax a wing salute does regale.
It's strange, O thou Lesser Pink Flamingo,
Thou art no ‘lesser'— colour nor number,
Nor beauty, nor yet dancing style ye know,
Only size that thou art any humbler!
Soon as monsoon comes to its end, I think
Of thine flocks to turn wetlands a deep pink!
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Reminiscing | 21.09.2020 |
Entered for "All Yours (May 20) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
As i look back on all my days
Thinking how much my life has changed
All that i have lost and won
Is their a point or is it all just fun
But life is still moving on
And the pace of progress is relentless even now im gone
What did we do to deserve this life
And how can we change the strife
I wonder is this just an extension of a past life
With people paying there debt with strife
As the pictures go round my head
I wonder why im alive when there are so many dead
All people want is a happy life
Mybe to settle down with their wife
But for that to happen there must be peace
And not just in the middle east but on our streets
So when man stops killing his fellow man
Ill settle down according to my plan
when war is dead and peace reigns
but that is just a distant dream of a far off land
Oh, miserable fate,
I've been ditched by Isabel
for some preppy guy,
whose charm and wit
attracts the prittiest girl;
I show little thrill,
I admit being a boring dude,
sometimes so rude!
Could I let her slip away,
mourn this goodbye
for the silliest lie?
I look around
and I understand
that certain women
are never satisfied
with what they find;
they won't settle down
for an ordinary guy
who works hard
for a living.
Feel sorry for myself,
sShow me some compassion,
I hide from all pain,
never searching in vain
for dreams bigger
than the widest sky,
so glad to be a whiner,
forced to scream and cry
by the river of desperation.
Slap me hard,
bring my senses back to reality,
I'm a prey of shameless vanity;
my tomorrow is dim,
Isabel is happy with him.
I never intended to cause harm;
who can control jealousy?
Oh, miserable fate,
I regret the days
we spent together
without joy:
they could have been happy;
losing all is madness,
it's my biggest mistake!
The age has bloomed on my face, from the alternate timelines I play
Inside my head hoping that 1% chance comes true
Some lines come from the joy that floods my face and leaves a specific residue that shows growth
Some lines come from the stress leaking out my body that quickly gets dried up with my tears
My mind is constantly running as if I'm training for a marathon
Maybe if I stop running from myself I could settle down in this timeline
Only thing is I want to be in the same universe as you
So, my wrinkled life lines can slowly move to the art of you
p.s. I always love when we match...
There's a defined intervention when it comes to being happy, it's the art of being alive and to understand the story of a poet in which the audience seems to make presentation of the group. The science part comes with a dream when one gives thanks to live and settle down by fixing all the little necessities of becoming a poet,With the passion and compromise of accepting each consequence and to learn to recite back to the audience. For this then creates a pure heart of mutual understanding on love continues to grow and becomes like a familiar tune. For love has no meaning at all,just love oversees all nuisances which sometimes leads us to a quarrel, and with a quarrel comes ones pride which sometimes gets too high causing our love to slide right by. Love has no shape or size, no colors to see,it's never in disguise or has a hidden cost or surprise. It's like the shades of grey, ebony and ivory which live together in perfect harmony. So now that our love shall remain the same,its we the people create all beauty that's here for us to share and to never let our pride get so high to cause our love to slide right by.
I’m going on a road trip where I’ll be trip’n on the road;
Every day adding new stories to the ones already told.
No home as an anchor; no job to keep me hanging ‘round.
So, I ‘m head’n down the highway, another destination to be found.
I’ll do odd jobs for food; play my guitar for some cash;
I’ll help you change your flat tire, if you buy me a little gas.
I sleep in my back seat; brush my teeth in bathroom sinks;
Shower in the truck stops – it’s not as bad as you might think.
I travel all alone, but have made many friends along the way;
I’ve even slept in a bed or two – I get horney, what can I say?
I’ve been to many towns, but the one I like the best,
Is the one in my rearview mirror as I move on to check the rest.
You may say that I am homeless or a rebel without a cause;
You may see my inability to settle down as another one of my character flaws;
You may see me as a menace with no value in society,
But if you were given half a chance – you’d probably come along with me.
They came over from the barn as quickly as they heard.
They were going to be stern. I laughed and said “absurd!”
Two backed down quickly, Uncle Nick and Cousin Peter.
My grandpa backed up and away, about two centimeter.
We came to tell you to stop your wild women ways.
We want you to be your utmost self, no more carousing days.
You need to settle down like your mother and the rest of the herd.
I threw back my head, laughing. “I will never be your kind of nerd!”
They huffed and they coughed, and they glared at me hard.
They forgot for a minute I take after my Daddy, Milard.
He heard the commotion and came up to give them a word.
Stop being so bossy, he told them. Your aggression is totally absurd.
I get my love of life from my dad, and they should know that by now.
They went back to the barn in a huff. Nick kicked over a sweet dairy cow.
Why do they do this? I asked Daddy, who rolled his eyes into his head.
They are from your mother’s side, he started to say but quickly shut up instead.
For mother was standing there listening to us hard with her ears.
She was the kind of wild thing that made those three bosses always appear.
They could not control me, she said to me, after I met your dad.
So I got it from both sides. I am big, brassy, bold, beautiful and bad!
To Love A Poet:
Once upon a time I fell in love
But it was different because I fell for a poet
So, the fall was more of a jump out an airplane
Scared for my life putting up all my walls as I fall through the air
And she would just spray paint my fears into something beautiful
To skin your knee for a poet is to bruise your heart
But in a good way
Because you see poetry different when you love within the poem still being written
You notice things you would never open your eyes for
You try things not because you want to, but you want to have that moment with her
You want to see her smile that smile that is tattooed to your slumber
That smile that blooms because you were there
And you begin to love something you wouldn't give a second thought to because of her
And then it hurts knowing the possibility of it all leaving
Pain bruises when she is upset
The eyes of my heart are watery because she is a poet
Which means she is not ready to settle down
Her butterfly wings still have more adventures to write about
I know I'm just a poem in her book
But it's a damn good poem
So, I don't care that the ending was not how I would leave the period
Because to love a poet is to live
To love a poet is to be able to defy gravity
To love a poet is to have a moment you'll never forget
p.s. thank you for helping me write my own poems...
I walked past the shadow at midnight wondering if it is morning or day light, I look out the window to see what I could find but darkness rises above the hill and everything was still. I looked beyond the horizon, searching for a spot where I could relax and bring the memory back but all was vague and the clouds kept rolling away.
I stood by the window searching for new meaning and watch the eagle flapping its giant wings. It rises from the dark soaring at an altitude that made everyone confused, then it flies above the clouds and come dancing around.
Suddenly morning comes alive on the other side and greets me with a stronger appetite and evening began to smile and the birds began to gather around and the universe spreads itself on the ground.
It is not the kind of feelings that you often get or the one that cause you to fret, nor is it the feelings that makes you feel down. It is the feelings that keep pushing you around and for one moment the helplessness captivates you your innate courage and deceives you, and nature pushes you further into a corner.
And it feels like there is no way out and you feel like a sale crawling into its shell and suddenly your spirit starts to break.
You turn around the corner and you see people moving around, cars, busses and vans moving into different directions and, planes taking off and landing and a multitude of people going around trying to find a path where they can settle down but they end up right where they began.
I can see it in plain eyes as if I was reflecting on a mirror planted in the sky. The depth of the ocean could not contain it and the Universe will not be able to bear it Russia and North Korea are one and they will start singing a different song. The conference tells you what you want to hear but the clouds are drawing near.