Long Vitamin Poems
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The order of a vitamin
Simply, life, a hair is for fun
Spoken worth, a willing shade to climb?
Into your lap, a wholer smile for any who would innocence
Spare me the details, in a cup of frequent spirits
High as a kite, with a reach to the stars, somewhere over the rainbow
I see your shared shall, if not the coolness of a remembered wit
Silver bells to come, an avidness of a problem we both know....
Toenails?
Simple rhythm of a bliss for ideology to bloom
Sakes without a created pain, to inform my clash with strength
Continue with a silent night, misery, promises to few, with soon
Could ink have an unexpected owe?
Silly accusations of windy deeds I have a saved repose
Lucky as this would seem, I have a question for adding a quiet mouse
Live and let live, or a sweet sincerity I should know, in the smile of a prose
Here goes kiddo...
Smile at the song of a fruity share, in a distant house
Walls of livid kindness, a God of asking a reason of a flower?
Lizards with a wisdom's tooth don't, promise us a spill of cleverness from Gods?
Aphrodite, the goddess of love
Breathed a charm on my skin
Telling it to feel like it was dancing
When the one I love happened
Within sight, where I could embrace
The sweet tenderness of his heart
This feeling was a deep passion
Leaving me with a feeling of allure
The assurance that I was fertile
Like a lush and abundant meadow
Rich in protein and vitamin extracts
Alive with pure, potent abundance
Never barren or lacking intimacy
Certainly not fearful with a cold timidity
Always filled with insight, wisdom and hope
That this moment would bring me
Into the presence of sweet, tender ardor
Beliefs that would take me leaping
From worry and anxiety to pleasing poise
The knowing that everything that comes
Within reach ~ love that is so sweet ~
Arises from destiny’s promise to me
To believe in the joy of a love that dwells
Inside me and my adoring companion
The one who has felt the effects of love
Brought about by the goddess’ arrows
Sent straight through my heart’s center
Enlightening, igniting and inspiring
With feelings and thoughts which color
My entire world with embers of desire
Wanton need for the pleasure I seek
When I feel close to this amazing person
Who enriches my life with their presence
And shoots stars of yearning warmth
Through my body, my core, my depths
Where every joy is abundant and fulfilling
The craving for someone who feels devoted
Who dreams and believes and cares for me
The one who loves them without conditions
And feels like giving without any strings
Feeling closer than a brother or mother
Like intimacy has opened it’s whispery breath
To murmur pure bliss through my breast
Love like this knows no limits ~ it is completion!
A Contest About a Goddess or God - Not THE God Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
July 1, 2020
Jamun or Kala Jamun - we call it in India,
Black plum, Jambu, Jambool - for many, it's a mania;
In months of June end July; one could find young and old climb,
Sit over their branches; relish the fruits; as though pass-time...!
We've twenty trees in our garden; jamuns ethylene-ripe;
Fallen ones are tasty too; though look so stereotype;
Boys on branches, like pendulums, oscillate from both sides,
Like clowns in circuses, all through branches easily stride...!
The old woman who hurriedly picks, says it curative,
Of diabetes; it's anti-ulcer and digestive;
For disruptive functioning of kidneys, it's good, she says,
Have minerals and fibers; her experience does whiz...!
I enjoy Java plums so much; all through June and July,
Vitamin, iron, and phosphorus in big quantity;
Keep internal and external organs felicitous,
Being, in each food-act, sensible and solicitous...!
Is it enough to think of these trees during fruit-seasons?
Do we plant saplings and care for younger generations?
Bharat was known as jambudvipa, land of jambu trees,
Is it not our duty eternally to protect these...???
16 August 2022
Your Thoughts On Blackberries Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Y/our relationship with ecology and economics
incarnates polypathically,
multisystemically therapeutic,
like positive human relationships
and richly fertile sacred dreams
between DNA's biological unfolding and Vitamin D's
absorbing ways.
Our actively cooperating economic design,
political intent,
power assumptions,
love,
light of truth,
beauty,
multisystemic refueling therapy
for ego and ecohealing community,
Appositionally driven
shriveled by exhausting lose-lose practices
feeding shriven anger,
silos of fear and suffering,
haunted by monopolistic
monochromatic
mindless monocultural nightmares
of Black Hole entropic proportion,
socioeconomic pathology
wilting and suffocating purgation
monotheistic punishment
pantheistic imprisonment.
Black hole reverse-eco-normic competition
never ends with enough,
timelessly continues longing for infinity
of heaven at hand.
Ecological cooperation soon builds diversely inclusive sufficiency,
together,
healthy warm kinda wealthy,
but just right,
pricklygoo co-invested
muse amusing culture.
If we don't fly apart first,
we might learn to fly
and swim
and breathe together,
drinking from the same aerobic/autonomic fountain of knowledge,
in bull-bear fueled nutritional flows and ebbing markets
polyculturally optimized self-with-other resilient design.
EcoTherapy practices peaceful Earth development,
proactively nurturing
co-passionate bipartisan
notBully/notBear balanced
therapeutic EarthTribal nutrition.
Mrs. Burrowfeathers felt the faerie’s presence before she did arrive.
she must have been studying her from the trees yonder, total of five.
she watched her fly just tiptoe level above the tall verdent grasses.
she was one of the pointed eared faeries who never needed glasses.
dainty sneaky faerie of the spring meadow with wings of sunshine yellow
headed straight for the top eared floppy chubby fluffy brown fellow.
she had heard of kangaroos, but she thought they would be much bigger.
when she told Mrs. Burrowfeathers this, she roared with giggling s.
I am truly not a kangaroo, I am a bunny, she told the novice faerie.
That made the faerie dance and titter, she was a creature merry.
swaying in time on the morning wind, violets joined in on the fun.
April was loving this sweet day and the Vitamin D of the sun.
the buttercups sprinkled amid the purple clover chuckled a bit too.
spreading some much needed sprinkles of water from their morning dew.
it was a super fine way to start a day in the meadow, one full of joy!
also a great day for Mrs. Burrowfeathers to have her baby boy!
**** please note British spelling of ageing used ****
If the truth is told I’m getting old -
Of that there’s no denying
Grey hairs appear upon my head
I dye them, I’m not lying
My memory is not what it once was
I keep forgetting what I have said
I keep forgetting what I have said
Got wrinkles and lines around my mouth
My boobies sadly they have gone south
Thankfully all my teeth are still my own,
A denture smile has not yet grown
I’m lucky I’m slim and don’t have to watch my weight
Got my pile of vitamin pills they dominate my plate
I wear glasses for my eyesight, they help me to see
Alas, when I can’t find them I say oh deary me
BUT they’re perched on my head – oh pity me
My memory is not what it once was
I keep forgetting what I have said
I keep forgetting what I have said
Still it’s not yet time for the scrap heap for me
Now I simply curl up, pen a poem and drink a cup of tea
A tongue in cheek write - or is it …
17th August 2015
sitting on the porch with a bowl of cookie crisp
reminiscing about the times when everything was cheap
sitting on the porch with a bowl of cap' n crunch
thinking about the times when one radio station was all you needed
sitting on the porch with a bowl of king vitamin
missing arcade rooms and backyard candy stores
sitting on the porch with a bowl of froot loops
wondering what happened to all the smiling colors
sitting on the porch with a bowl of frosted flakes
wanting to go to duff's after church on sunday
sitting on the porch with a bowl of apple jacks
thinking of gary gnu, muffy, grover, and letterman
sitting on the porch with a bowl of rice krispies
fiending for an early episode of the original muppet show
sitting on the porch with some crispy wheats 'n raisins
realizing i overdid it and i'm out of flav o rich
Bali Ha’i! I whisper upon finding this island’s hidden cove.
Exotic creatures watch me from a kind of fruity grove.
I can feel their essence, without seeing them. But I hear their song.
They are throwbacks to their ancestors, seductively strong.
What to do first, lie in the sun, soaking up the most Vitamin D?
The lull of the waves is Zen-like, further encouraging me.
I lie down in the sand, and fall asleep, listening to the sea.
This is the most exotic place, away from autos, lock and key.
I feel like a satisfied sunlit mermaid, as I lie and listen wide.
The waves of the ocean flap up against the pretty seashore side.
There is a delicate fragrance coming from the coral trees that hide.
I am drifting off to dreamland. Poetic genius will now abide.
If I do not awake up from this nap, know that I was satisfied.
Happy to enter heaven’s gates as my dreams take me for a ride.
Doubting it could be a bit more gorgeous than this place upon the sea.
Please everyone, stay off this island, and far away. I’m happy as can be.
I've got this involuntary fascination with procrastination
The coop I file claim to for keeping my record an all time high for being poster child of mildly lackadaisical along with low key insane...
Playing the blame game with myself, now isn't that fun?
Now- ripping the mask off of the budding beast in my head. Its time to pop it like a vitamin, be still, contemplate and liberate the pain of existing as an idling ghost half way utilizing my brain.
Although deftly quick witted like one of those push-to-starts...
If i woke up on time I wouldn't have missed that bus, if I'd done that project I would've passed that class.
Procrastination keeps me from the things that I want and the things that I have. Buried under its dark engrossing waves, anticipating the answers in a sea with all the trained fishes of the population.
Procrastination wants to drown me, Make me his prized possession. But when I shake off the stagnant chips from my shoulders -
I emerge out of my retreat, and realize that I am 20 feet tall. Taller that the world that I'd thought keep me unexpressed...
Apt to new beginnings never REALLY knowing how to finish thing..
thanks to my guaranteed usual dilly dallying mindset that would always sink in JUST when I thought I'd morphed into the zealous brilliant spirit within me.
Procrastination- my arch enemy that I used to keep so near, as if it were my best friend. Finally Doggy paddling out of this stale pool. I am free productivity grabs my hand evolving what once was into what is; me.
healthy nutrition will fuel my body and control my weight
make my bones strong and impact my moods and stress
exercise is so crucial for my physical and mental well being
I love walking for miles, for hours ...so I will live longer
oh water is so important for without water body cannot
function and my life will end . . .
I need sunshine, vitamin D- it is vital
for my physical and mental needs and those winter blues
temperance will bring me self control, manage
impulses and create balance in my life
without air all life dies within minutes it is essential
to my existence . . .
I need to sleep, to rest and repair my muscles and prevent
burn out_ lack of sleep results in stress
a trust in God brings me peace, strength
and creates a meaningful life- I surrender to HIS love