Long Shower Poems
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When rain clouds were
lining up my horizon,
and lighting was about to strike,
to give way to the roaring thunder:
you stopped all that from coming down...
turning dark into light!
I blame you for falling too easily,
for making my doubts drift away
by putting a laugh into this sad smile...
to spare this heart loneliness for a while!
You are a faithful and fantastic lover,
and taught me that one is enough...
but falling too easily is not
your biggest concern and fear
I am turn on by your lovely charms,
never compromising,
never seeing what's beyond
those beautiful blue eyes!
I blame you for falling too easily,
for keeping me under your leash,
so that I could never breath;
you can get away with telling me lies,
shower me with kisses and promises;
I'm drawned by your sweet passion...
'till I find no more water
to reach the distant shore!
Falling too easily...
may not be the simplest reason;
falling too easily...
gives way to a false intuition!
Last week you broke the silence
With fury and vigour
you shouted on the line
"I am weary of this trek"
"The climb is far too steep for me"
"It is ever slippery"
"And you in the city .. this is really wild"
"All this is meaningless"
Now there is an endless ring in my head
because you pressed the red button
We cant talk any more
We cant laugh together
My smile can no longer trigger a tremour in
your voice on the other end
You cut the link
Solid fondness and curiosity of future
Is grim and dead now
You don't care for explanations
It is not what you need
I know you need a pink heart
that peels off like petals of a flower
revealing tenderness everyday
and love every day
and sweetness everyday
and warmth everyday
Peeling off to give more
meaning to your life
Well I tried and in this quest
We lost touch
because I lost myself
after I lost my petals in a wild dance with you
you we're as vigorous as a pig
before I knew it, all petals were gone
filaments withered
the stamen crashed
I can no longer feed your sweet style,
the life you desire everyday
It is a disaster I know
But I must admit that our journey
has ended
I can't give you love
and tenderness
and sweetness
and warmth
I cant give your life a meaning
if mine is meaningless
The children in their designer clothes giggle and chatter as they explore the gleaming play area of this pleasant place,
Whilst mums discuss the latest fashion at the same texting their friends about nothing in particular,
This is a safe and beautiful world of opportunity and prosperity, a world of advantage and plenty,
And yet, just a short distance across the hills is an unknown world which is so very, very different.
A cold northern wind bites into the soul as it drives down streets and buffets corners,
An ancient car splutters to life, coughs its way up a desolate street and wheezes to a halt at a red light,
Crumbling facades of once-elegant buildings shower concrete confetti onto those below,
High street shops used to hum to the tune of every trade but are now dominated by charity and emptiness.
This is a sadly familiar traditional world of stereotypes and deprivation,
Worn out people with life-weary looks trudge the streets of despair,
Once-working men with haunted faces and sunken eyes linger on street corners,
As women in well-worn clothes plod home carrying plastic bags of two-for-one brands.
In this place there is no colour, no current fashion, no smiles and no rosy future,
Just a sense of existing, toiling, surviving and heart-felt sadness,
The hopes and dreams of fresh-faced youth have been replaced with an acceptance of inevitable disappointment,
A melancholy aura pervades even on the sunniest of days.
As the edge of this place beckons the grey clouds of despair lift,
The manicured landscape of prosperity emerges on the horizon,
But to those in this place it is simply a mirage of bounty beyond their reach,
Society seems a facile whole with two worlds that we cruelly allow to coexist.
Heaven was watching in consternation
There was sorrow and unrest in the nation
Actually it was happening all around the globe
The angels ran to Jesus, and touched his robe.
Can we please send them hope? Can we open the portal?
He smiled at their humanity as they barely touched their mortal.
Can we show them a sign? Can we send cardinals and bees?
Can we send butterflies? Can we Jesus, oh, please?
He went to His Father and gave a suggestion.
His Father was aware but had a good question.
Will the earth souls remember? Will it give them hope?
Will it shower them with love? Will it help them to cope?
Yes Father, Jesus said. Just a glimpse of the angels and me
And an opening so a bit of heaven they can frankly see
It will be enough, I think to make them calm down
It will help them with their optimism and positivity all around.
So The Father said yes and the heavens opened up in six spots
All around the globe so countries could see with kings and despots
They people all marveled, they rejoiced in the streets.
They knew the virus was not the end all, this too they’d defeat.
The charisma of blossoming flower,
in the deep core of unfurling buds lies
the sweet fragrance of spring’s rippling shower,
flitters on latticed wings of butterflies.
Within the shade of azure firmament
I get rid of all my age old pretense,
and floating in the air of fantasy
I reinvent with boundless contentment
the sensuous idea so intense
of women’s time transcending pure beauty.
Nothing lies between charming Eve and you,
when you’re in view my vision is suffused
with enthralling resplendent rainbow hue,
shimmering on the rain-drenched face enthused
by the lure of silver-lined drifting cloud,
making tantalizing shapes amorphous,
fill my mind with endearing perception.
As my amorous feelings lift the shroud,
I envisage the image so gorgeous
of women’s everlasting attraction.
The charm of marvelous living sculpture,
created by the designer supreme,
lights glimmer of love with luring rapture,
twinkling like crystal stars of cosmic dream.
As fervent tinsels swathe my yearning heart,
a beguiling cadence pulsates I feel.
I perceive the aura of innocence
in the grand masterpiece of lively art.
These metaphors of eternal appeal
define women’s dulcet magnificence.
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May 4, 2022
Syllable count : 10 per line (HMS)
Theme chosen : Idea
Contest : Form-O--Ode-New Poems
Sponsored by : Constance La France
In the hazy horizon the colors of rainbow rise,
sparkle of fantasy from the sky they shower
on the petals of your spellbound glittering eyes,
blooming in delight like the enchanting flower.
Gentle winds from the edge of the gleaming sky
with the flotilla of cloud the colors sail dispersed,
mingling with the twilight tinge as they slowly fly,
drizzling drops of dream on your eyes pursed.
On the moonbeam in the shining realm of stars,
you travel to fairyland in the glint of space deep,
from its mesmeric touch you’ve never been far,
for you float on the wings of serenading sleep.
April 13, 2021
Contest : Nursery Rhyme 4
Sponsor : Eve Roper
So much to do and so little time.
Sometimes life has no rhythm or rhyme.
When I've got lots of money I have no time.
When I've got lots of time I haven't a dime'
So if I'm gonna eat I must go to work.
If I sit on my butt I'll just lose my shirt.
Got up this morning filled with dread.
Just had a feeling I should stay in bed.
Took a cold shower, there's no hot water.
Stood shivering and wondering why do I bother.
To even think about work is absurd,
For sure this day will be for the birds.
But I have to go in so I started to dress.
Time's growing short but I must look my best.
Pulled on my new stockings, I'm under the gun,
And just looky there, my big toe made a run.
I'll have to wear pants 'cause I have no others.
Fix my hair, brush my teeth, hope make-up covers,
Two zits on my face that appeared over night,
Have I gained some weight, these pants are too tight.
Grab my shoes and my purse and jump in the car.
Now it won't start, well that's about par.
I'm shook and I'm mad and I'm losing it fast.
Just sit, think and breathe, this too shall pass.
‘Hi ! Miss Floret ! Why are you in hurry ?’
‘ Oh , Dear ! Posy of flowers to carry.
Mom runs a flower shop.
My duty is to drop
flowers ! My days are bright and flowery .’
‘ So nice ! Whole day to be touched by flowers !’
‘ Yes Dear ! Upon me sweet smell to shower.
Flowers to distribute.
No problem absolute.
I am to deliver after school hours.
Also during holidays, extra bliss
My daily schedule I will never miss.
The full day to enjoy
offering love and joy.
Best gift for every being, her or his.
Whisper not in my ears 'Iam poor'
shower no charity to speak it louder
make me no tool for you to be known
for my toil will humble your shine.
Allure me not with goodies I care less
skeptic am I who gives me free
for you take more than I do receive
with dubious minds men share luxuries.
Am a common man in the street indeed
genius were fed by me in the world
rich were made on my toil and sweat
countries formed for men of my tune.
thoughts of survival guides my muscles
lives on me waiting , make me go on
A simple life yet a lot it demands
loyalty, honesty and love to crown it.
In love I rest and wake up serene
moments I live kept in love's achieve
and when I die I have run my race
race of a man as destined to be.
when I till & sow earth gladly blesses
when I water ,seeds smile and sprout
theyknowing me, will return at last
nestling with them loving their roots.
I never searched self , nor did I lose
for me thoughts are living and life
nothing beyond it, mattered my head
for I still love a sparrow more than a jet
As deepening silence and stillness become our fulcrum
We cognise an energy grid dividing form vertically
We flow with awareness at the pivot of the pendulum
Whilst witnessing the meridian coming to life magically!
Our attention now internalised unendingly meditating
We feel all chakras resonating with the life force
Frequency of each node varying and yet blending
With the reverberation Ohm emanating from the source
Slowly becoming empty within with the pulse of love we align
Boundaries between form and formlessness begin to blend
Our emptiness rich in fullness of elixirous magnetism divine
The residual ego we have now pliable begins to bend
The soma nectar flow increases in potency as of our worship
It is irrelevant to speculate or debate as to its origin
The upper ovoid of Ajna-Sahasrara-Bindu combine in partnership
To enrich our being with vitality and tranquility sanguine
In timeless time the Universe opts to reactivate & renew
The fused unity of kundalini seated at the crown humming
Thus Hiranyagarbha, the cosmic egg splits into two
Shiva & Shakti descend into their abode in heart entwining
Following the union there is then an explosion in slow motion
Teleporting us into climaxical ecstasy & rapture ineffable
The omnipotent burst of power manifesting as bliss celebration
Root to crown ignited & alive as the rod of initiation! A miracle!
The blissful energy benign and yet roaring with full power
It seems that fragile form cannot contain the energy
Yet the gentle curve of unfolding the divine grace shower
Aligns all lifetrons within in beauteous synergy
Energy heightened at chakra zones and alive throughout the grid
Unknown centres and nadis open up as we look on in wonder
In acceptant doerless childlike simplicity we just do as we are bid
Being to become one with bliss in permanence; the soundless thunder!
This phase of consolidation becomes an embodiment of our being
Bliss within always ceaselessly purring
From time to time as of choiceless choice it begins roaring
Be it day or night, such is is-ness of blossoming
Thus we see that at the heart we began
With a simple burning yearning
Give kundalini any name, it’s power Brahman spans
Finally within the cave of heart humming
02-August-2020