Long Swim Poems

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Still Waters Run Deep

E-very still water runs deep, 
U-nderneath lies the danger; 
N-ever ever jump to swim
I-nto the bottom of the river. 
C-alm oceans run deep, one can sense the abyss; 
E-ven if the coral reef is nice, nobody can conquer the seas.

D-epth of the silent man
E-xposes his intelligence; 
L-et his quietness talk
A-bout his mind's emergence.

C-almness means power, 
R-ecollected man is composed; 
U-sing his pure placidity, 
Z-one of triumph can't be opposed.

B-e like a still water, 
O-ctober twenty-fourth day; 
R-unning deep down inside, 
C-reating a righteous way.
E-ach one has wisdom, 
L-etting his mind to keep; 
I-ntelligent human makes
S-till waters run deep.
Form: Acrostic


Asphalt Hot Summer

Scoops of gold powder flapping sunny flame 
melts into scalding months of humid June. 
Shade of ablaze sky, fiery clouds won't tame   
soaking sunshine an untrimmed afternoon.

Makeup tinged complexion in denim dress 
berries and melons succulent sorbet.
A swim in pool with pineapple drink fresh 
hot or cool, doesn't matter anyway.                                                   

Wages in lease, forever temperate
eternal possession of bad luck dregs.  
Sweltering skin in heat of blood and sweat
toil endless labour, aching hands and legs.                 
  
Some buds wither in tar of asphalt gloom 
Some color heaven in air conditioned room. 




9th August 2019


Sponsor	Michelle Faulkner
Contest Name	A Summer's Day Redo
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member My Dream Castle

When I am bored with this world
When nothing gives me any more joy
I become, once more, a little girl
And run, hiding to my abode, with my toy!

My pen, magical and whimsical
Sometimes getting even musical
Once it is uncapped, it begins to write in verse
And seeks to please, the whole of the universe!

My abode is none other than my castle
Where I let go of all of my struggle
A place made from my own fancy
Where I can be myself, a Queen hiding in secrecy

It is found high over the clouds
Colored as bright as the pinkish flamingos
It gives me the will to sing out loud
My castle it is, where I can let go of all of my sorrows

There, magic rules!
There, love drools!
My knight, invited by Cupid, dwells with me
And submits to my every tantrum, so tactfully!

There, I swim in a sea of candy
And become my own star, full of folly
There, I am well loved
And none can have me dethroned!

Shall you wish for a visit, pray, just let me know
Holding hands, together we shall go
And we shall bask there, in eternal light
The light which makes the world shine bright!

29 Jan 2014
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Rising


"Rising"

In my blood, the words swim. 
Like heart beats, they speak 
through walls of water — 
life and tears.
I’m drowning in poetry. 
It boils like waves, pounding 
into the crux of me.
There, in the meeting 
of simple minds, 
the body overtakes 
too much, 
that is forgotten,
like a speeding blue memory  — 
such a beautiful, naked thing
bound in ink bleeds, 
two souls in one another 
could somehow be free
in that far removed place, 
singular, unforgotten, met,  
in the distance 
of the beige In-Between,
where the bleeding poets 
inside us rise, removed 
from disgrace like Gods - 
to call Life in,
for the romance
it truly means.

Our words race
like water bleeds.


Candide Diderot. ‘26

Premium Member moment most rare -

we merge ...
          I, rooted in your core
               grinding up as you press down, never deep enough
     supine, you on knees above, I reach up

weaving my fingers through silken strands
          I guide your head gently down toward me, moondrops in your eyes
               sweet tresses fall between us as our mouths melt together
     tongues playing their own game, soft like bubblegum

I swim up the river to your soul
          to that place indescribable, warm and dark
               we are so melded that I almost feel alone ... lonely
     but in the sense of being US, and one

I could let go my spirit there ...
          without fear or regret or contemplation
               I could stay forever on those shores, in joy
     lost in our union and ethereal embrace

but it is far, far too precious for those ends
          exquisite and rare for the sake of how momentary
               and blessed for the sake of how perfect
     how tenderly and passionately ... perfect.








~ 1st Place ~  in the "Brian's Select 1, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 1st Place ~  in the "Favorite Poem From Last Week" Poetry Contest, Lu Loo, Judge & Sponsor.


Our Friends

you want to feed
the birds and squirrels
but not the rats and roaches
a little kindness for the cute
but none for those that poaches

we make pets of 
cats and dogs
but rarely play with 
snakes and frogs

visit the elephants
at the zoo
mind the carnivorous
watching you

don't dance with wolves
or swim with gators
they'll try to eat you 
now or later

mind the hornet 
and the spider
ones a stinger 
the other a bitter

it's just the same 
with friends and foes
what they are
nobody knows

spiders, wolves, dogs, rats
ready to stab you in the back
when you least expect it
just like that

night will fall
and they'll attach
without a warning
peep or quack

it's all over 
just like that

your money or your life
your girlfriend or your wife
a she devil or a saint
what she did that made you faint

we should causciously
choose our friends
what they are
we won't know till the end

just like the word, friend
the last half of that word 
is spelled end
Form: Imagism

Premium Member The Dove

Dedicated to Robert Lindley. Warning this tale is dark.

THE DOVE

A bloody stain upon the sheets, how cruel!
Soulless weight of the wretched beast who’d rule.
With his bare paws and downward thrust he’d crush,
Rake over the virgin, ignore her blush.

Her pasty-skin, red eyes that swim, unloved.
With his scepter and crown he’d beat the dove.
Dainty wings he pinned, imprisoned her light.
Tall shadowed tower, the terror of night.

The wraithlike scream of his anger he’d wage,
She cringes and clings to the walls, her cage.
His mother the evil queen nods, approves.
Wears silken-black, her shoes - cloved hooves.

In the distance a kinder soul, he sees
Her vomitus-plight - sallow of her pleas.
Not to be tangled with when purpose hails,
He prepares the strongest steed, onward sails.

The King he mocks, “You jest! Stay out of it!”
The hero’s strength in eyes, in frock and grit
Unnerve his goliathlike flesh, it crawls.
He shakes off the warning, his voice it squalls

With a torrential force, thunder, lightning
plenipotentiary frightening
And this illuminated stranger dusts
Off his shoulder the dope’s dander, thrusts

A chivalrous blade, toys with this mouse-king.
Meanwhile the slice of a whip, witch sings
As she tears up the back of the princess.
The sadistic royal duo ceaseless.

The two-edged sword, the strike faithful and true,
Butchery of the cattle and his crew
Done with precision, with no time to waste.
In his vision, beheld the “beauty” chaste.

With his steed, he races upstairs, hooks whip,
Drags the witch to window, releases grip,
Throws his white robe over dove’s trodden flesh.
She forgets - her dwelling brand new and fresh.

Awakened to peaceful serenity.
Wears royal white, dove of infinity.

1/24/2020
Form: Rhyme

A Dip In Ganges Is Dunk

To one, pure-heart of love, 
Worldly wisdom is vain;
Him, whom pride fails to move, 
All honour seems so feign.

When easy 'tis to swim,
And harder to get sunk,
In such a pure life-stream,
A dip in Ganges' dunk. 
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This is translation of a muktak (a type of quatrain) in Gujarati by Prabhulal Dwivedi, transliteration of the original as under:

hrdayna shuddha premine nigamnan jñyana ochan che,
na parava manani to ye badhan sanmana ochan che,
tari javun bahu sahelun che, mushkil dubavun jemane,
ai nirmal ras-saritathi  ganga snana ochan che. 
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  Translation |07.01.14 |

Premium Member Strangled by Progressives

We loved videogames, Paul, Sam and me
Came up with an idea, started a company
Sales were good, but success was a curse
It started when the law said we must be diverse.

So we hired Mary, Chantelle, and Helene
But social media was their preferred scene.
Mary spent work time applying lotions
Helene said she was passed over for promotions.

Helene walked away with lots of dough
We settled her lawsuit, but it was a blow
Then we had to pay the business tax
Sam gave half our staff the axe.

Then the hydro plant fell to a progressive plan.
so salmon could swim upstream without a dam.
They built lots of turbines where trees used to grow
So our servers were down when the wind wouldn't blow.

Then Paul said that marriage should be between Adam and Eve.
An online mob descended like you wouldn't believe.
I told him to grovel, but we felt the sting
So I sold our patents to a guy in Beijing.

If you wonder why you can't get a job
Or the one that you got makes you feel like a blob.
Ask the idealists who care about all except you.
They're sitting at the levers, that self-righteous crew.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Rub It In, Why Dont You

I never had much of an inflated ego
Vanity left me at birth
Our self esteem should travel wherever we go
But I always doubted my worth

The awful commotion of plane hitting ocean
Woke every shark in the sea
And I’m left alone with a gut wrenching notion
Why did they overlook me

The crash had killed plenty, the sharks had took twenty
So why did our lord make me last
I doubted a sentry was there to defend me
The next shark did not just swim past

‘My lord,’ I called out, ’what was I about?
Deliver some meaning to me’
That shark chewed me up, and then he said ‘YUK!’
And spat me back into the sea

He coughed and he spluttered and then the shark muttered
’I thought that I’d tasted it all...
I’ve eaten your species, but you taste like faeces’
And that made me feel really small.
Form: Rhyme

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