Long Umbrella Poems
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T'was eighty two wonderful years,
Before you departed to leave me in tears,
My loneliness hearkens to the fears left by the hearse,
Even the harmattan couldn't dry my streams of tears,
Because I know now you are no more near.
You left through the corridors of November,
Twenty eight is a number I will forever remember,
It can't even be withered by any winter,
As long as the sun shines and the stars twinkle,
I will remember you even after my cheeks wrinkle.
I came out first under your big umbrella,
You rhymed my name and I became a Cinderella,
You left me on a path illuminated in high candela,
You decorated my life with beautiful chandeliers,
You poured wisdom full into my many tumblers.
Before God made all the angels your trumpeters.
Now with God your soul now forever stays,
Your demise messaged more things than you could say,
To your honour I shall live my days,
May God almighty continue to guide my ways,
Rest on dad, till we shall meet at the heavenly quays.
Clover superlative lovers, sprung via same stem
Umbrella immunity protects sprites supple
Filter purity lacy leaf shade kindly dapples them
Desiree samples pitchfork debauch, spicy morsel
Charcoal meats mesh ashes as a couple
Ambidextrous temptress directs a dirty rehearsal
Slides snakelike under bellies of cavernous crime
Noir nymph' s naughty retorts immortal
Eclipses mens' deception with suspense sublime
Renee seeps charisma, dripped dagger stalactites
Fever lucid rouge cog spins fire's scorch
Sword slung blood hungry royalty raunchily ignites
Challenges zealous volunteers alter ideal rhythm
Their arteries' iron absorbed easily by hers
Victims slump lethargic in archer's hearty system
Daisy cartwheels through clouds of chaste cherubs
Recklessly devours disappearing desserts
Meringue marries her tongue to immaculate merit
Sunrise serene promise of peace glides with dove
Subtle touch petal's glitter silken sensual
Agitates a fragile ego to dream unconditional love
Virgin indulges a glutton with wedding splendour
Impulsive maid skips in fields plentiful
Expressive poses pollinate their dramatic detour
Reunited trio resplendent, red black white card
Dervish of dizzying seductive curses
Climb dandelion conducted, an angel on guard
26th April
Tantalising Apparitions!
The guide with his cheesy hat, and colorful umbrella
encourages us to: gather 'round.
His anecdotal spiel is by rote. His shtick is fact-slim
and slick, but it’s also my current gestalt as I am dragged
unwillingly along by his CliffsNotes speech.
What catches my wandering eye is that this one ruined effigy
is a fair facsimile of myself. He (a god/king
of some minor something), looks mildly disgusted, as if
a bothersome fly had landed on his crumbling nose.
My world-weary face reflects perfectly that sour mien.
At last I am processed meekly back onto the tour bus,
where predictably, my fellow passengers are already
peering forward into a new fancifully imagined past
from an equally fanciful present.
When I cry
Once upon a time I was very upset why?
I was updating my change of challenges to my unit of family. But I was very upset?
I am so kind that you know but you are the king of this planet who doesn't share the help
But I was so upset?
You have been having many pages of notes
To prove that lords & goddess exist but A smile like A crow you don't know how to welcome them but I am upset?
You are just cheating in humanity that this is ,Kalyug, A smile tomorrow nerve comes
But I am very upset?
One day I was sitting in a rain of my tears you All making laugh on me because clouds was only dark you All are dry of clothes your skin is not wet by the rain.only thunders of laughter and laughter My tears My blood my family your throwing words for shame you made me to called me money of monkey death is here
Rude I am update your time.but I am upset?
Because I am alone sometimes and remember my didi (akka)she holds the umbrella when I cry....?
With love all
OM Jagdish
Drizzling drippy dismal draining dour day
Somber, sad, slick, sloshy, slippery shoes
My mood morose, melancholy, miniscule.
Until I saw Rebecca with her rainbow umbrella.
She was marching in the rain, leaving a trail of joy
Slap Slip Slap Slap Sip Slap A happy cadence
An excited, enthusiastic trail of rainbow tail followed her
Snaking around the streets in a heroically happy fashion.
I was amazed and amused by the ambiance of Rebecca.
She had brought sunshine and cheer to a write-off day
She was a terrific reminder that rainbows are brought by rain
I watched her skip and hop, and I wanted to be her happy boots.
A lovely walk, a promenade leads the way
Burnt orange succulents stand like bushes serene
Crushed tepid deep, whitewash stirs up behind the scenes
Delightful blends of blue sky in-between
Entwined the seaweed branching out for a reach
Finely tuned trumpet sounds of swoosh on the beach
Glassy prisms beam through dark shades
Horizon blended ocean, sky, behind palisades
Intruders running 'round, sand in face
Jelly fish glow and charm with grace
Krutsinger Island, the sign reads
Lover’s bed and breakfast needs
Men and woman frolicking in the water
Naked babies cry out with laughter
Oceanic mammals creep by
Palm trees, flowing, occupy
Quietly recedes then tosses its sea
Rentals, beachcombers welcome
Surfers ride their boards for fun
Tingling with a cooling breeze
Umbrella of waves, high tides come and go
Verdant colors make for radiant seascape
Whales bellowing blow show
Xanadu paradise plan your escape
Yachting, sailing, tagging and more
Zanzibar coastal getaway tours
This umbrella thing is not cool
I feel like such a silly fool
since I'm on my way to the pool
It's not a rule It's not a rule
It's purple satin edged with pearls
Cute when carried by little girls
but too fancy for us squirrels
Yes, it furls Yes, it furls
It doesn't work well with my shape
I might stay drier with a cape
when over my tail it would drape
Like a serape Like a serape
I like that you feed me and yet...
you cause me to worry and fret
I really don't mind getting wet
I'm not a pet I'm not a pet
I don't want to nag or complain
but let me scurry in the rain
A squirrel with an umbrella...
It's so insane It's so insane
I have never seen colors like this in the sky!
They are brighter by the minute as I see
My mother gave me this umbrella to stay dry
So I came out in the rain and took it with me
This bench lifts me higher, as if I am tall
I wonder where all those colors go to?
Maybe, I can reach the rainbow after all?
If only I could fly, like the birds that flew
I don’t care about running to play now
The sky is playing above me, colors to see
I don’t want to leave or miss something, somehow
I am happy, here on this red bench beneath me
Heidi Sands
9/25/17
Placed 3rd in Red and White polka dot umbrella contest. Sponsor: Eve Roper
A man, under the pouring shower, stands still as a shadow
at the corner of the intersection. He has no umbrella in his hand,
nor a hat on his head, the light across the street is red. The many cars
though dash through the middle of downpour the man is lonely because
nothing resembles him passes by. For every car is greater in excellence
compare to others, they pass hurriedly in the heavy rain.
For they don’t pay attention to the shadow
that stands on the corner of the intersection,
the man was lonely soul without his kind.
For the light changes its color to green
the man crosses the street, and though he falls on the middle
of the way under the downpour, the lines of yet hasty cars run over
the man’s shadow under their treads, not even throw a glance
on the fallen man. The man is gone without an expression on his face, but dark shadow, the man is gone without leaving a thing behind, not even a shade of a color.
The Willful Wind
Ah, the wind in the trees!
Bends lovingly to hug my knees.
And the whoosh of their leaves,
brings back multitudinous memories.
Of being sixteen on the back
of a hog,
And riding with a biker gang.
Clutching my boyfriend's back
so hard,
I thought it might crack.
Or high winds in Chicago, in
winter, so fierce.
My daughter, just two, and oh
so tiny!
Was nearly blown across icy
Michigan Avenue. Blimey!
In those heavy downpours in
San Francisco...good Lord!
That not so kind wind contorted
my umbrella like a pretzel!
On hot summer nights, dear wind,
is always a loving delight.
Blowing the heat of the day away
from all of us.
Creating a wondrous, starry,
cool California night!
Ah, wind, with a mind of its own.
On that you can count!
I salute your freedom, bowing to
no man and cannot be bought.
Free of no one, and going
wherever you ought.
Without one judgemental thought!
December 22, 2019