Long Smilingly Poems
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I’ll be coming breaking loose
Out of my shell
Moving is the way I choose
Now it’s preferable
Down the easy street I’ll go
To the seaside bar
I’ll be curious to know
What the changes are
It’ll be good to hear the news
From the horse’s mouth
Who’s to win and who’s to lose
Who’s to flying south
Then I’d listen to the run
Of the lazy waves
Sitting on the muted sun
Smilingly I’d gaze
To the sea beneath my feet
And I’d breathe that air
Though there ain’t no easy street
That would lead me there
It’s the little nuance I
Should’ve taken to expense
Easy street’s detour sign
On the road work fence.
As Winter releases its hold and daylight extends its arms,
The warm Sun lingers as it shows us its charms.
Golden rays touch every blade of weed and grass,
Naked trees are fully clothed and
the sweet scent of flowers mixes with the cool breeze as it passes.
In open fields, butterflies dance while baby foxes and lambs roam free.
The bird’s song echoes among the rustling trees,
And bees happily buzzing from flower to flower,
Nature displays some of her best, giving enjoyment for hours upon hours.
Spring has cast her spell,
Admiration within our hearts grows,
Gratitude swells,
Bright new images in memory now dwell.
Springtime is a celebration of new beginnings, fresh colours and hope.
Nature lovers, smilingly say,
“Spring has Sprung”.
by Zyrool
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I keep talking to you every day,
& never get bored by hearing you.
I keep laughing at your every joke
while teasing each other through.
I keep scolding you like,
"not a little work is done by you?"
You keep scolding me like,
"what will I do with this silly girl,
a little, angry baby of me,
without me how will you make your survival?"
Your baby girl has grown up all of a sudden,
now she doesn't show anger often.
Your absence makes her very mature.
Now here is no sign of that pampered,
no sign of that immature.
Now she can walk alone.
Now she knows how to wake up on her own.
Now she wakes up all of a sudden,
doesn't wait for the warm kiss to make her awaken.
Doesn't wait for the constant alarm of yours,
but wakes up smilingly after wiping those tears,
which only pillow knows.
This long one year without you
though sometimes was unbearable,
but sometimes I feel like I'm with you.
Though you have gone to the unknown,
years before;
But I never adieu.
And still, my bedsheet smells like you.
Into your arms, we raise our lovely children lost!
The innocent ones, that we raised and you created...
Killed by a soul-less madman,may his judgement
be swift!
Forgive us, for we are horrendous killers, too!
We the conscience-less, we killed far more unborn
today.
Seven hundred, who will never see the light of day?
Our selfishness is absolutely unconscionable !
But we care not for your word, only our selfish wants.
We cry for elephants, but a child’s death means but
naught to us.
We are led by crackpots who shake hands with the air??
And, yes, these very same, smilingly, support infanticide.
And we are lied to, in the name of political power.
No gun has feet or hands, an insult to human thought.
But dead bodies, Lord, are gold to the politically inept!
When their political power, thirsts for tragedy, from a
well deserved, selfish drought.
Death and Satan, today, doing a most joyful dance!
For now..here is power’s golden chance.
To create fear, the falsehood that guns kill.
Guns are not human beings,only a human pulls the
trigger.
In the Judaea- Christian Bible, writ for us, it states:
“Thou shalt not kill”
Here on your planet, tyrants, for that is who they are..
Want to take all guns away,that won’t change our loss
today.
But when tyrants own all guns, they will turn them upon
us, to them, absolute power loves absolute fun!
Do turn this Spring day, the deepest, ebony, black!
Till we start turning our backs on lies and slaughtering the
unborn, so plentiful.
And come back to you; and till then, we are most sinful,
lost and utterly pitiful.
A special place for the beautiful teachers, killed,I do
beseech thee.
They, like you, Lord, loved children at their knee.
Alas, special people taken in May, help us heal, Lord?
Of this, I fervently do pray!
5/24/2022
The water in the fountain in the park is gushing with joy,
The reflections from the wishing coins are dazzling my eyes,
The coins are full of someone's daydreams, and anticipation of love,
only time will decide when those dreams would come alive.
With so many wishing coins already in the fountain,
I add my coin in the water with a kiss and a wish,
Like so many wishes, is my wish ever going to come true?
Only the reflection from the pool smilingly knows.
In every coin a wish is wrapped,
A hope is bound, an expectation is carved,
The reflecting moon rays from the coins in the night,
Fills the heart of viewers with the soothing peace and glitter in the eyes.
Next time I pass the fountain again,
I add my coin with another wish,
I never know whether any wish would ever come true,
The only thing I know is the sight of the fountain brings me rays of hope.
Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas!
Elves of the hinterland engrossed with plenty work in hand
Of decorating the snowy world into a Winter fairy land
For season of celebration, Merry Christmas is here
Carols,Cakes and Cookies goes on till New Year
Covering miles of distance on Reindeer driven Sled
Santa Claus with his silvery beard in suit velvety red
The ringing of the sleigh bells heard when children go to bed
To each of them through chimneys drops he silently gifts and toys
Next morning as they unwrap them, with happiness they rejoice
Frosty the Snowman smilingly stands with button nose and corncob pipe
Kids are on their searching spree for his silk hat with golden stripe
Trimming X-mas tree with family , hanging shiny stars ,myriad lamps
Jingle bells enjoyment with friends , bonfires and friendly camps
Ho Ho Ho Christmas season is here, let peace and blessings on us shower
Festive spirit spray the aroma of frankincense and scented flower !
24th December 2016
~For Eve Roper's Ho ho ho Contest~
Merry Christmas and a very happy New year all my dear Soup Friends!!!
Morning glory _
From our car
Along the hilly path
Numerous they're
With the attention
of doing math
In their voice
A guitar
Colorful headgear
Off and on
mutual whispers
The Tea Pluckers
Mingled with the green
Humming and plucking
Unique discipline
Never a machine
Sometimes carrying
their babies on their backs
While moms work
Babies relax
In sun and shadows
Day after day
On substandard pay
Mostly illiterate
Inconsiderate employer
Do you feel a jerk?
In addition
unpaid domestic work
Through the ages
The same pages in the book
The same hook
Same tired look
No brook
Many a blade
No cascade
Delicate tea leaves
believe the tender hands
Just the touches
between the skins
No command
The soft tender stem
Approvingly expand
Smilingly withstands
The pain of being torn
Thorns of death
At the love-smeared hands
of mothers
Or lovers?
The Tea Pluckers
As I walked in the rains
I saw people with umbrellas and raincoats
People trying to be protected from rains
While the innocent kids enjoyed paper boats
As I saw the kids smiling at their drowning boats
For a moment, I felt like joining the kids
But I could see people disapproving the kids' acts
I wished for freedom; felt removing my brains' lids
My heart said to me in a complaining gait
People have forgotten the meaning of life
Why are you tied up in unwanted bonds?
Don't care for the stupid proud people's strife
A drop of water fell on my cheeks
I gazed upto the sky to see the clouds
The sky was welcoming me with open arms
I started singing, ignoring the hating of lifeless prouds
My heart opened up and started breathing fresh
I jumped into a puddle and enjoyed water splashing
I danced like an insane and felt more joy
I threw away the umbrella and enjoyed the rain's lashing
With my arms wide open
I tried to hug the cool blowing breeze
To which the nature responded smilingly
I laughed at the clouds as I felt their tease
With arms still open and joy in my face
I started singing the songs of rain
The songs of my heart, the songs of love
With lightening and thunder, I felt the rhythm gain
A drop of rain fell straight on my chest
I felt it moving through to my heart
As my heart felt its pure chill
The sanctity spread to my body's every part
Like a paint brush dip in a glass of water
Just as the way the colour spreads in it
The rain drop spread new blood in my heart
I could feel the new life in my every bit
The new life filled me with energy
I felt my heart pump with happiness
I asked my heart how it felt the feeling
To which it responded full of caress
"I lived..I lived.."
Night time again after a twelve-hour shift
Making my way down the road riding fast
I’m homeward bound
Suddenly I brake to stop
At the sight of a bearded man with a fez
He was smilingly offering to push me wherever it is that I was going
He introduced himself as Adam
The man who sleeps in a pipe on Loerie Road
He was rather very angry telling about the city council, who wants to remove him and his home from the Nantes Park
The City Council wants to renovate
Ah! I thought of the developmental scenario
You get evicted from your home
There is a new town development to be build
Adam seemed enraged at this stage talking about him and his home removal
It was not his anger that frightened me
It was the fact that he slept outside so long
That he adapted animal instincts for survival
To protect him and his home to whatever may come alive
That he might forget he was helping a wheelchair man
Form:
Slowly, so infinitely slowly
Winter releases his frozen grip.
Gradually the earth starts to warm
only to be plunged back by icy storms
that coat the world in white once more.
Yet inevitably Spring begins to win
as she warms the lands causing new growth.
Snowdrops first show their charming faces
with crocuses close behind sprinkling colour.
Ice finally frees the frozen waters of the lake
and tuneful drips of water strike rocks and soil.
The dull greys of winter now fade away leaving
golden sparkle of sunrays that smilingly beam.
Causing birds to sing as they collect twigs
and fleecy sheep's wool to line their nests.
Busily the insects go to work pollinating
and cleaning up. While the trout gleefully leap
to grab a fat fly and with splash dive down.
The lake gleams in a myriad of colours
blues shot through with silver and purple.
And Winter fades to a distant memory,
near forgotten in the warm Spring days.
written 01/17/2015
contest: Winter's End