Long Thirst quencher Poems
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Don't lay the plucked flowers on my grave
for,I am not at all alive to crave
I don't want my name to be engraved
for,it had long since been waived
Stack the colorful flower pots on all corners
Sow some grass seeds round the borders
Also plant the flowering green creepers
Let them adorn the place as decors
May the flowers smile throughout the years
and let timbre of smiling flowers reach the ears
of the dancing butterflies and let them appear
and gracefully dance with full of cheers
On the center of the grave, fix a big bird feeder,
may it enthrall the blabbers and baya weavers
Also dig a small pond that is about ten meter
and fill in the pond with crystal clear water
Let it be used as the ultimate thirst quencher,
quenching innocents thirst and there's nothing better.
No need of tombstone and epitaph to honor
My grave shouldn't be a place of horror
Listening to the nature's songs at my place
my soul will ever rest in peace
i thought about leaving on a train
i thought about walking blindly in the rain
i thought about going somewhere where no one could find me
in the end it was your true love that would thankfully blind me
i thought about making you a casserole
i thought about making you filet of sole
i thought about taking you somewhere that you always dreamed of going
then you tell me that you will always be well travelled as long our love for each other is flowing
i thought about send you flowers special delivery
i thought about sending you a fancy thirst quencher from a distillery
i thought about expressing how your warm my heart with love that would accentuate the expressive beauty of each dimple
instead you took my left hand and said softly with a smile, 'keep it simple'
with that i say i love you as a small diamond pendant on your heart
you respond by kissing me with a quiet passion, simply saying with a smile, 'smart'
tear-filled eyes
sweaty palms
a horse voice
weakened limbs
a quickened heartbeat
how could I speak?
"others" have called poetry the medicinal god/goddess of the 21st century
- but not me.
lately
poetry hasn't been feeding me
lately
poetry hasn't been the thirst-quencher
yet I never starve or desire to drink
it is not even about my reaction to his poetry
(and yes I wrote a poem titled "My Reaction to His poetry")
it did not cut me as deep
yet I bled, well I bleed
it did not color anything for me, my personality and temperaments have not changed
yet I can see these beautiful dark green trees, well I am slowly seeing
- i love being surrounded
embraced by a chilling breeze
yet i am running out of the forest of my mind screaming
the constant screaming is why my voice is hoarse
yes, that is why my eyes are tear-filled
being coerced and manipulated and deceived by the happenings of love
this explains my faster heartbeat - it skips, no it gallops, well it sprints
and then my weak limbs..
as my desire and "say so" grows
other parts of my being, mainly my limbs, become weak
here am I (according to "others" vulnerable but not naive
blasting music, cramming for exams, and venting to strangers about him)
but I am.
his love
the effect
affected me... (according to "others" infected me)
He gave water to quench thirst
A refreshing spring
He told it calm and be still
Tasty as iced tea
Sweet like lemonade
It is so
Nice!
© Joseph, 11/6/07
© All Rights Reserved
This is based on Mark 4:35-41. The “Epulaeryu” poem is about delicious food
and drinks. It consists of seven lines with thirty-three syllables. The first line has
seven syllables, the second line five, the third line seven, the fourth line five, the
fifth line five, the sixth line three, and the seventh line has only one syllable which
ends with an exclamation mark. Each line has one thought relating to the main
course. The Epulaeryu poetic form syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has
corresponding lines built around the main course, and concludes with the
ending line expressing the writer’s excitement and feelings about the meal. The
Epulaeryu poetic form was invented by Joseph Spence
Ice Cold Water Equals Ultimate Thirst Quencher...
Especially experiencing onset dehydration,
this opinion shared by former consumer,
he quaffed truckloads sugary and sports drinks
found mine once sculpted baby boomer body
undergoing gender reorientation, particularly
nondescript breasts incrementally found
busting (rivaling playboy bunny chest)
necessitated this garden variety
NON GMO gluten free husband
"papa," an endearment
addressed by the missus
puzzled when her
brassieres went missing
loathe to believe what sounded
like cock and bull story
embarrassed, yet finally
relented into pestiferous
inquisitiveness hen pecking wife,
she stood agape, after I dare bare
unclothed upper torso revealed
floppy, limp biscuit sagging
sorry excuse for bosom
hence necessitating yours truly
to resort as partial crossdresser,
yet never foreseeing
anatomical morphology transforming
(analogous to mushroom popping up
following bucketloads of rain)
thus went cold turkey,
(as attested by this gobbledygook)
to swear off high caloric non nutritious
popular beverages
(generating bajillions dollars),
and additionally
forced non chipper infowar
i.e. internal three ring circuits
uncivil insurrection
(less than seven years ago)
as weeks elapsed months
(this unplanned resolution
dated early two thousand nineteen),
discarded over the shoulder boulder holder
in tandem with exercise
few times per week
plying twenty pound dumbbells
a pronounced reduction
saved me big bucks
undergoing cosmetic surgery!
I imagine relief while feeling comfortably numb...
anesthetized courtesy central air
analogous to gulping down
a tall glass of ice cold water,
which equals ultimate thirst quencher,
especially for those
experiencing onset dehydration,
the following poetic opinion/editorial
shared by yours truly, a former consumer
who quaffed truckloads sugary and sports drinks
found mine once sculpted baby boomer body
undergoing gender reorientation, particularly
nondescript breasts incrementally found
busting (rivaling playboy bunny chest)
necessitated this garden variety
NON GMO gluten free husband
"papa," an endearment
addressed by the missus
puzzled when her
brassieres went missing
loathe to believe what sounded
like cock and bull story
embarrassed, yet finally
relented into pestiferous
inquisitiveness hen pecking wife,
she stood agape, after I dare bare
unclothed upper torso revealed
floppy, limp biscuit sagging
sorry excuse for bosom
hence necessitating yours truly
to resort as partial crossdresser,
yet never foreseeing
anatomical morphology transforming
(analogous to mushroom popping up
following bucketloads of rain)
thus went cold turkey,
(as attested by this gobbledygook)
to swear off high caloric non nutritious
popular beverages
(generating bajillions dollars),
and additionally forced non chipper infowar
i.e. internal three ring circuits
uncivil insurrection
(a tad more'n eighteen months ago)
as weeks elapsed months
(this unplanned resolution
dated June seventeenth
two thousand twenty two),
discarded over the shoulder boulder holder
in tandem with exercise
few times per week
alternating plying twenty pound dumbbells
and exercising viz pedaling
(quasi bicycle) machine
a pronounced reduction
saved me big bucks
undergoing cosmetic (Liposuction) surgery!