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In the dank, dreary domain of leeches
bloodsuckers swim willy-nilly,
hither and thither in the murk.
Aquatic bloodhounds
sniffing the water, they zero in on lunch,
a warm barefoot or a leg will do just fine.
Like vampire bats,
they numb their bite, so it's painless.
Both the stuff of nightmares
and a prayer come true,
you mustn't judge them harshly; they're most beneficial.
Why else would nature
create such a parasitic creature?
No one relishes the task
when I ask for volunteers to catch wild leeches;
they all have feet of lead as I lead them to the pond.
My colleagues refer to them as squirming syringes.
And yet, these lowly critters are miracle workers
once you get past their slimy feel and swamp smell.
It takes but a second
for their minute teeth to cut into bruised flesh
helping to restore blood circulation.
(Free Verse)
Aug. 15, 2018
Two glasses of water
wait to be touched by hand and lip.
The water itself remembers the taste
of whiskey, sarsaparilla, Fixodent;
the salty funk
of being swallowed down the throat
of one experience after another.
Memories are in the water
swimming hither and thither.
The glasses contain minds, set aside
for the drinking of.
The water also drinks,
swallows parents, grandparents,
wives, multiple layers of children;
they all swirl so slowly in the water
that only equally slow thoughts
can reveal them.
Two elderly men
reach for the same glass of water at once.
There is a momentary confusion,
lifetimes interchange like a mixed drink,
they begin to speak of people
only one of them should recall,
as if the past had always been
but one glass after all.
Many a time have i fell in love with beauties,
But I'm locked in the cell of their duties.
Many a time I've been bewitched by their luxuries,
But now they've lent me variant abuses.
By stretch of rigid vices,
My 'Sire had hopped from thither to hither.
But the potholes and lapses,
They've sketched,got me fixated like a trapped cheetah.
Here is a piece of meat,
Of which if you feed on you'll be strong
Like the rock. When love you did meet.
And to love's choice you'll never be wrong.
"Discipline thou thy eyes and heart,
And come to Jail me if thy path be not right."
c.2017
“If you would merge with oneness, vaporise!
Be a child again, welcoming surprise!”
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Immersed in limitation
Shrouded in darkness
Feeling thus confined
We flounder about
Hither and thither
Searching for joy
Bliss in permanence
Yet our heart senses
That we are far more
Than this mind body
With senses externalised
Lower mind fragmenting
Trying to piece together
The puzzle of life
Without success
Thus in delusion
Hypnotised by illusions
We strive and struggle
Hoping for a miracle
Which instantly appears
No sooner we ask
As voice of conscience
Echoing Gods will
Which has but one vibration
Love unconditional
Here begins a struggle
Between head and heart
Between ego and the divine
Former seizing, grasping
The latter, sharing, connecting
We recognise
That the voice of truth
Is that of conscience
Yet, we fear to lose
Fleeting images garnered
Or which we yearn for
Since we are clinging
To ego mind body
Stagnating in ferality
Trapped by our own hand
Unable to escape
It is then
That God in His compassion
Extends us a hand
Showing us the clear light
Of immutable truth eternal
By posing challenges
By signalling the futility
Of chasing a mirage
Illusionary thought forms
Which is what
All manifestations are
Thus when so graced
We begin to look inwards
In silence and stillness
Thought rested awareness
Doing nothing
Simply resting
Poised in the void
Of no-thingness
Desireless
Fearless
Detached
Nonchalant
Unexpectant
In timeless time
In as ordained
Attention is softened
Thoughts are quietened
Ego cravings recede
The external fades
As we get to
Vibrant emptiness
Thus we are
Thus we remain
For as long as it takes
Toxins within cleansed
Our earth life vessel
This mind body
Is readied
To receive the elixir
The magnetic impulse
Of Gods bountiful love
In boundless measure
The paths are many
We know them not
For we are not the doer
God alone is the mover
In childlike trust
Aspect allowing
We imbibe the bliss
Scintillating
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He is that who may not be named
We too are as He, oh hermit
Within heart as the turret
Our divinity unstained
05-December-2020
Contest: The light N/A
Falling on earth, raindrops
Resound with nimble noise
And moisturizes those crops
With its damp aquatic voice.
Lightning astounds fiercer
Than the flashings of Sun.
It scatters hither and thither
As if it were a childish fun.
The roads mingles wastes
And sinks in watery flood.
People discard their castes
As water unify their blood.
Every heart feels something,
Moments of joy, expectation,
Some hearts hurt by a sting,
Some full of intense passion.
The River brims with water
And it combines with village
As if it were part of the river
While houses, trees submerge.
In some places water wedges
With tranquility of damp flow
Though murky furrows, sludges
Whilst tenor of longings glow.
The echoes of raindrops float
And load some eyes with tear,
Rouse some unconscious heart
With a sense of unknown fear.
Some think of coming future,
Some remember elapsed past,
Some identifying with Nature
Sense the season as their last.
"The Paradox"
When we had crossed Styx
like a slow game of knuckles
we were thrown for a six
it was like the party
had kick started
way ahead of time
without us
escape from the world
of fools is never easy
there, the breeze
of freewill ceases
so we sat and let
the oarsman paddle us
a cross
to where
we did not know
it was never Home
way ahead of us
the sound of distant
merriment like
fading church bells,
ding dong Avon
calling, some kind
of fayre ball,
perhaps Avalon,
to us it was like
taking a sip of - well,
no sugar coating for this,
a bitter haunted tincture
laced with false promise,
dangling nebulous Utopia
somewhere behind us
the noose called thought
stood in a numbered cell
pacing back and forth,
sometimes the occupier
would play dead,
lie still, back to the wall
then turning,
engrave another mark
into the wall, counting time,
watching it fall
dust to dust
ash to ash
with the other sods;
the paradox?
One wants it to end,
then one does not;
the grand mal heart
seizing in to mind
the bittersweet
contradiction?
to have and
to have not
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“Avalon will always be there
for all men to find
if they can seek the way thither,
throughout all the ages past the ages.
If they cannot find the way to Avalon,
it is a sign, perhaps,
that they are not ready."
Hastily child rushed to embrace Mom
‘How have got me and where from?
About me who liked to inform !
Were you loitering hither- thither?
Haply found me, Oh! Dear Mother.
Brought me home, you and my father.
Have you gone up mountain peak?
Chanced to see me and loved to pick.
Dear Mom, please be frank to speak.
Have you walked through dense forest?
Under tree shade I was taking rest.
You took me home and loved me best.
I was counting ripples to dance.
Passing stream strand, you cast a glance.
Found me playing joyous, perchance.
When evening and dusk overlap
Did Angel drop me on your lap?
We two jointly started to clap.'
Mom hugged her child bursting in tears.
‘Yearned for you years after years.
You appeared from dormant desires.’
A Spider’s Web
a true engineering marvel
a mastery of tensile strength
flexible, firm, unrelenting
icky, sticky, viscous
this web most certainly is
all the better to trap prey
and cocoon them for later
for a tasty snack or dinner
its occupant . . .
a predator supreme
a master acrobat
in the vaunted
historical tradition of
Darwin's bark spider
(Caerostris darwini)
a true web mastery
to behold
the web’s silken-strands
give the spider
the wherewithal
to navigate its web
quite freely
swinging
to and fro
hither and thither
whilst
watching and waiting
for the moment
to seize and kill
its prey
a spider’s web
a true engineering marvel
a mastery of tensile strength
flexible, firm, unrelenting
icky, sticky, viscous
precision perfect
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 19, 2018 (Imagism)
" Like us, every bird and it's child needs a home" Quote by poet
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A dove in spring flew helplessly
searching for a place to lay it's egg
No huge trees around where it could build its nest
"If I lay twigs on houses people throw them away
What do I do now?
Watch a crow eat my egg..."
Distressed it flew hither and thither.
It came to my balcony placed some twigs, laid an egg
I watched in wonder how it incubated it
Not a moment it would get up
Finally egg hatched
Little one came
Both parents fed the little one
I would help them by giving grains and water
Pink skinny body it was so small and tender
Crow was always hovering by wanting to eat it
But the mother just wouldn't leave the kid alone
I watched the kid grow
Slowly it got feathers and flew away...
It is a wonderful, beautiful memory
one which I can never forget
Birds, colourful fluttering beauties
Melodiously chirping all day
Should not become extinct.
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Inspiration :
Contest Name : Spring Birds
Sponsor : Constance La France
24th February 2021
2nd position
*Image of Shattered Time by dreamstime
Broken Time
Its hands went frozen a warm summer June,
Bought it new when cool though it waned since then,
Days were young and fresh loved e'er so oft loom,
Vivid hues displayed stills toured page again.
Surged wave tickles feet, residual foams,
A swept updraft breaths as white floats thither,
A thoughtless lapse inside watery zones,
Checked, still ticking, stoppage, not a whisper.
An off-Broadway show, we took the backstreet,
Save being noted, the maddening crowd,
Numbers by one less the proper count sheet,
I look, it is time, lifts the curtained shroud.
Crumpled real, keepsake be, not a myth,
My minuteman whose Father Time, kept with.
2019 September 23
*2nd Place*
In the backstreets of my mind
~~Silent One: Judged 2019 September 26