Long Somersault Poems
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visible
tangible
non-celestial
no halo hovers
above their heads
their eyes radiate
kindness, love, and care
their reassuring voice
could calm worries and fears
their shoulders
troubled souls could lead on
their welcoming arms
a home; comforting to one and all
they could be anyone
brothers
sisters
friends
strangers
grandparents
gifted
with a smile
bright enough
to illuminate
a dark, gloomy day
and make spirits
dance and somersault
giving of their time, their hearts;
a world of good they do
expecting nothing in return
who says angels
only come with wings?
yes, they walk
among us, too
as human as you
and yours truly.
Ponds paint greenish portraits in rural Indian landscape,
Docile duck rafts do dive-tricks, teasing whale-like buffaloes,
Salmon and tilapia tickle skaters and shrunk snails,
Tadpoles and fries from deadly algae and skaters escape...
Girls in petticoats and boys with no clothes, here, somersault,
Naughty ones among these push inside those don't know swimming,
Troop of youth, like villains, enter and exhibit pole-vault,
Women, like trained washers, busy themselves in cloth-washing...
Java plum trees, posing around willows, like green phantoms,
Shadow around, frightening the passersby, late evening,
Mangroves plowing the water make noises like ghost-groaning,
Bullfrogs to their mates seem sending love-memorandums...
Sun rays penetrating the dense leaves-embroidered branches,
Crack tracks of golden routes, as though connecting to sky-skirts,
Reflects, toward moon, like images on mirrors with clown-shirts,
Summon dark angels of dusk, to play about the ranches...
Do not get dried up amid severest of droughts, dear pond,
Or get swollen up, destructing lives, puffed up by the rains;
May lives in you and around, your healing touch ever gain,
And heaven and earth enjoy your perennial love bond...
19 December 2021
A STRAND (1044) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
If I could press a button—just one,
A brass lever humming in a midnight room—
And shudder back through history’s run,
I’d pause before the urge to bloom.
Would I fix the world?
Avert a war, mend a broken vow,
Convince a poet not to end his song—
Or simply wish I’d learned the cello by now?
Perhaps I’d find the seven-year-old me,
Ears crimson with playground shame,
Letting the bullies’ words root deep—
I’d kneel and whisper, “Your name is not their game.”
Or would I stand on the moon’s dust,
1969—Neil Armstrong’s boot suspended—
And yell, “Try a somersault!” just for the laugh,
So history books would end, “and then he upended.”
Maybe I’d just nudge Newton’s apple,
Make it miss his head by an inch,
And watch him wonder, “Did I imagine that?”
While gravity waits at the bench.
But here’s the truth:
Every itch to change the past
Is really a wish for mercy, for someone—anyone—
To say, “You did okay. At last.”
So I’d use my power not for grand designs
Or rewriting the universe’s rhyme.
I’d find a lonely moment—mine or yours—
And simply show up,
On time.
You have eyes that fly me to the moon
Silver sonnets slip from licorice lips
Making maroon heart do somersault
Flips my DNA to create a new soul
In my womb as you swoon
I feel the formation of life
It feels like butterflies climbing
From cocoon wing a blueberry bloom
As the umbilical cord grows
I can feel this new soul
Clinging to my navel for life
Inside me a sea of red
For baby to be fed
And my tears and fuchsia fears
Melting ambitions creating nutrition
For birthing body is on auto pilot
Despite being an emotional wreck
I am blessed Mother Nature is
Devinely inspired to do her best work
So I can relax and enjoy the birth
two points of a straight line
birth and death needing a kiss
after plunging depths
dissolved scars, rock burns
drawings in mud or deserts
falling through dream arcs
crossing grids
ferocious or mundane —
the line between life’s breath
and cremated dust mutates
neutered circle wise
a revolution, all of life’s charms
arose then passed
pop goes weasel !
how to metamorphose is choice
as cave shadowed is lit
d e t a c h e d
Heart glorious rest ——
b l i s s ed
cares not that holy scripts are opaqued
misinterpreted or
pencil coloured rewrit
knew caterpillars are programmed to fly
babes destined to crawl, toddle, skip
somersault into tigers or
ascend as eagles from eggs
cracked, purified
ignorance limped before experience
patterns faded, disintegrated
or turned pages no more
sigils torn
as Spirit whispering lacy touched
quivering strings
thunder throating
our slumber shakes summoned
leaps of faith sweetly om om Oommm —-
lightning peeled
every covering
quilts discarded
wounds or weeping curled
feathers float luminous
settle at a nest
wide Love for all and ONE
undressed forever
w a r m e d
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I was just sitting there writing when I saw her stroll in,
I wasn’t alone, all eyes followed those curves sashaying
as if she owned the place and maybe she did. . .
if a heart can skip a beat, mine did a somersault.
Obviously cut from a finer cloth
than these eight dollar trousers ever found in their pockets,
the fit much better too, a warm hug on a cold December day
lingering in the moment
She sat down at the crescent shaped bar,
ordered a martini, neat, pulled a crisp twenty from her clutch
and brushed a few stray brunette hairs from her face,
the mirror behind the bar happily reflecting her beauty
Raising the drink to her ruby red lips
I found myself wishing I were that glass,
smeared in her favorite shade, kissed by a sighing sip,
caressed by porcelain fingers wiping sweat from a glistening neck
A jewel in this dingy joint, shimmering in the dusty haze,
breathing some class into this oblong shadow
that had seen better days, but none like this, like her.
She was out of place like fine wine in a shot glass . . . but didn’t seem to care
She lifted a cigarette to her mouth, I was quick with a match,
watching as tobacco embers flared and smoke rose upward, swirling about freeform.
Putting her lips together she blew out the flame
with a whisper of breath that made me weak in the knees, “Thank you.”
I stared, forgetting the spent match I held between my fingers,
tongue tied or mesmerized, take your pick, both answers are correct.
“You’re welcome”, I stuttered like a school boy in braces, “new around here?”
“Kind of”, her voice as chiffon is soft, “I heard I might find a poet here . . . ”
To be continued . . .
Please check out parts 2 and 3 if you get a chance.
Away on a Cloud Ship…
Away on a cloud ship
Not a care have I
I play with the breezes
Way up in the sky
I ride on the rainbows
As cloudy storms cry
Then sail with the eagles
And soar on their sighs.
The cool air floats past me
Like gossamer wings
I float on the air streams
That rise like wellsprings
And join with the nimbus,
As cloud songs we sing -
To somersault, hopscotch,
In airy handsprings.
I high five with thunder –
See glory ablaze –
Then gather up sunbeams
For dark rainy days
And make chains of moonbeams
From soft, moonlit rays
To raise up to God’s ears
A new psalm of praise.
Collapsed
Why am I standing here feeling naked and alone?
How did I even arrive here from where I've been?
I use to have everything in perfect picture order,
perfect life, perfect family, perfect job, perfect friends...
But how did I get here again to this time and place?
Oh yah it's because I lost every perfect everything
One day on top of the world, the next day totally ruined
This building is so high, do you think I might grow wings...
It's all so hard to grasp, I mean even my family left
Wife just took our kids then kissed me on the forehead,
smiled sadly, turned around, and walked out the door
You see that's why I'm jumping because I'm already dead...
A day that will be remembered throughout all history
The day when everything collapsed in our financial world
Ruined in one minute, it's so baffling, now I'm nothing
I step over the ledge do a somersault and a final twirl...
05/22/16
a part of my heart no longer with me
days past gone now sun is setting down quite
morn petals dying in reality
sweet words in passage of time getting white
sonorous drum bits you loved now feel smite
I love you much so perhaps is my fault
in dream of life I have got Somersault
I have no words to say anything more
each and every second feel thunderbolt
lonely night's insanity evermore
Written on: 16th May 2016
Crystal eyes gleam
at the prospect of
scintillating sapphire blush
gliding films of
wonder dilate bliss
driven lilac haze
spasmodic orbital earth
spinning obtuse lumen
tangents of night mist
droplets whilst baton
passing relay to a
fledgling bronze dawn
casting nirvana plume
upon dream realm
bloom ecstatic as
it relishes omen
rich tinctured contrast
between charcoal sky
nocturne palettes
as they filter and
flit twinkling star
navy seamless scant
that segued so obscure
effulgent epigram
ebullient now clusters
prismatic pathway to
heavenly halos as
distances dangle yet
taunt blearier thoughts
craving respite from
otherworldly current
teetering that oft
piles havoc on havoc
and so life’s gust
ridden rapt round
cycle of gold dust
dalliance escape or
plangent zither polar
opposite amid restless
fugitives static in
behemoth bemused
boundless bearing that
eludes prized benefit
silver leaf whorl
shatters global coma
somersault wish fountain
spewing visual candy
intent on potted
gut wrench ferment
aqueous humor
corn-rimmed pun
devoid of humour
and weak seed
awash with less
than fluid gag
embryonic platform
feeble tug at
lenses partly stymied
but Spring usher’s
first light crocus
that beacon prompt