Long Waterfall Poems
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I joined a Scarsdale club for a walk
An old woman caught my eye, she began to talk
She told me she had been a beauty, so many years ago
I nodded politely—truth is, I wouldn’t know.
We walked by the Bronx River, where footbridges cross
She kept up the conversation, didn't matter what she'd lost
We parted with a handshake, a one-time friend.
A nice day in Westchester, but all days have to end.
Years later I rented a condo by a lake.
Talked to an old lady, polite for age's sake
She said she had been a beauty, in Italy, 1948
I was incredulous at what the years could take.
(chorus)
Yesterday's beauty
Tomorrow all gone
Let's flaunt it while we have it
Like a fifties hit song.
Load it on to YouTube
An oldie fan may see.
Yesterday’s beauty
A wistful memory.
I'd been handsome too, maybe that's why we struck that chord
But age's river carried me to the waterfall that roared
I was indignant that it wasn't just age that took it away.
Maybe an illusion, but isn't all beauty that way?
Ultimately what's inside is more important than what's out
You can waste a life, until it becomes a rout
So I smile at strangers, let the small talk start
Try to keep the good stuff living in my heart.
This disease is so much contagious!
You see it stingy and so terribly delirious.
Tears kept on flowing like a waterfall,
My eyes were trembling like a shaky voice call.
I spent red times on this happiest season.
I couldn't smile enough because of this unexpected treason.
I kept on opening my eyes and I found it so hard,
It’s exaggeratedly too much and I found it so barred.
People tried to avoid me! That’s so much pain!
Were they thinking that I’m viciously insane?
They couldn't stare at me because they were so much afraid,
People were overreacting like a cowardly cat scared.
I woke up on Christmas with one eye opened,
Seeing blurry figures and I was totally frightened.
Guess red days will just turn into dust.
I promise this won’t happen and this is going to be the last!
Form:
as my torso
slipped past
pastel waterlilies,
I noticed with a start
a light glinting
off each petal,
then smearing
it in rainbows
of threads
it was as if,
water dimensions
were letting me
slip through,
and peek
illusions took hold
and as each shimmer
turned into a memory,
I immersed,
and waterfall-ed
without doubt
I swam through
sadness, thick swamps
hiding horrors
and joy streams
trickling playfully
with the laughter
of life
sickness stopped
everything,
and all is damned
thrice,
and the health
of a bubbling brook
spoke to me
in whispers
but as I swum into
a crystal sea,
I watched
all memory merging
into who we had become,
and how our memories
helped shape us …
in my own reminisce
I had forgotten
every memory
is shared,
and stored
in the river
of time
that I now float,
in a papyrus boat
The Honey That Burns
You are thick like honey that slowly wraps around me and melts me into thought,
You are the flower I worshipped without measure, without a single word I caught,
But these verses I read in a hurry and crushed them inside my palm,
Who wants them now... I ask myself tonight... cold... and full of calm.
The parade of my pride I wouldn't trade for anything or anyone under the sun,
Let someone else watch your waterfall of stars and praises with patience... let it run,
I have chosen my silence tall as a mountain stripped of snow,
And I stand and watch life pass by... without asking me... without a hello.
I am scared and I find it strange what's happening to me and I don't understand,
My soul has been covered over with weeds and still I can't untie its band,
Love won't leave me even though I've chased it away with both my hands,
It stays down there... quiet... like water under a stone... cold... where it stands.
How do I learn to know... how do I learn to believe the universe hears me out,
How do I stop lying to myself... in this long and blind and heavy bout,
My inhale and exhale are an empty glass stretched toward a stranger's table and its spread,
Maybe I can fill it... maybe I can drink... maybe I can fade... in my own light instead.
Life passes me by like a train in the night that never stops to stay,
I call out after it... wait... I want to remember you... to know your face someday,
But it keeps running with its smoke of dreams and embers burning far,
And I stay on the platform... with the empty glass... and the honey... and the scar.
You wrap around me still today thick and sweet from the weight of memories we keep,
Your flower has wilted inside me somewhere among the weeds growing deep,
And my pride burns alone like a candle forgotten in a room with no one there,
Love refuses to leave... it stays... like honey... sweet... and bitter... and a bruise beyond repair.
Church so quiet,
only HIS children prayers are heard sitting quietly waiting to be healed.
All lined up against the wall, praying quietly to their Father silent pains of sins waiting to be heard.
His door is closed, as I edge closer to my turn, I can feel 40 days of unshed tears deep down inside, “My Jesus I trust you” is all I can say.
The door of the confessional healing is finally open, yet my feet are not able to move..so dark , so quiet, screen of dignity separates me from My Jesus.
“Father forgive me as I am broken, my body is willing yet my soul is weak” my words I cannot speak, my waterfall of pain, envy, anger, as a daughter of God, my breath I cannot catch, my body trembles as I unleash my mask, falling crumbled in front of my Father’s knees.
My time is up, my tired body I slowly rise, “after 55 years, I finally sat in “in my Fathers Chair”.
The waterfall flows
reflected in the rays of the sun
as if they were diamonds in brilliant glow
with clarity only temporary in the water's run.
The humid air clusters along the layered stones
misting the algae growth green and thick
a mini forest clustering the edge where it has grown
allowing the water to flow fast and slick.
A streaming rhythm in its secluded dance
echoing the close of seasons
that easily comes and goes in metamorphic trance
and the change returns holiday dreamings.
A momentary pause, the hike, the campers walk
reveals beauty and imagery beyond compare
with whispered awes and friendly talk
gives rise to outdoors enticements if we dare.
After due consideration,
Lounging in repose.
I can't imagine leaving out,
A special step to dream about!
Would friends with benefits,
Agree to travel about?
Find bits of nature to explore,
Even on the ocean floor?
Attend a concert or show to see,
What will lift their friendly eyes to me.
Have a meal of something new.
Thats for me! How about you?
Swim down a river late at night.
Find a waterfall and dive right in.
Sit quietly and watch the moon rise,
While I watch the reflection in your eyes.
Talk a bit or read a book.
It's only the moon or a look.
And I'd like to be gone soon,
Into my head,
To create and dream,
Of romance, if that's not to extreme!
Flowers in the house!
Dancing close!
Maybe chocolate on toast!
Friends with benefits you must agree,
Could be complex,
Especially for me!
If all of this is true to form,
I'll have to keep many friends with benefits,
To tag along!
Sometimes I am fine without,
Friends with benefits hanging about!
Solo, like a butterfly, emerging out of its chrysallis for the very first time
She tip-toed slowly , silently , then ran far far away.
Far from a combination of vomit and slurring speech ,
from the buzzling sounds of the town , alleys , valleys ,and zig-zagged streets.
Far from boots and guns, from the smell of gasoline ,and red puddled mud.
Distant from his stinking sweat and from falling dust .
Far from the present, and even the past .
She walked, crossed bridges, and ran once again
till the sapphire sky turned asphalt brown , and captured her breath.
Under the old oak tree the little woman have closed her eyes.
She dreamt about tattered wings fluttering free, soaring up high.
She dreamt dulcet dreams about a talisman of wisdom , truth and love
belonging to a stranger who lived in a hut.
Rhapsodic as the voice of bamboo pines playing in the wind were her dreams.
Evanescent those lunar limbs that cradled her into a deep sleep.
Radiant like buttercups'glow was the sun upon her face
Exposing her eyes to a waterfall where bruises and fears will be soaked away.
How She danced on that day. Felicity adopted her name.
How She sang, amongst a plethora of coloured thunderbirds.
Along with the chorus of the breeze , harmony spread through the evergreen leaves.
Then suddenly, She stopped. to listen to approaching footsteps , and words.
A tall dark Cherokee glanced at her with a talisman in his hands.
She knew, He was the stranger that lived in her dream.
He knew , this almond eyed girl owned beauty , He had never seen.
Getting closer to her , He got hold of her hand.
and welcomed her presence to his Idyllic land.
(Not for the contest, bur tnks for the inspiration S. O )
Ten words challenge : Plethora, Radiant , Evanescent, Idyllic , Talisman ,chrysallis , Rhapsodic , sapphire , Felicity ,Dulcet.
Oh my beloved
unlock yourself from my mind
and appear before my eyes
whenever I think about you
so that I can see you
when I long to be near you
When my mind's stream of yearnings
starts pouring out like a waterfall
and flows as a river of romantic verses
that I write only for you
oh! how much I wish
that those words of love
that my muse sprinkles in a blank paper
gather themselves on their own
to sketch an alphabetic portrait of you
so that I could keep gazing
at your charming face
When fate, like a monster, separates us
All I wish is...
To just be the last word
of your most inspiring verse
that you already have in your mind
and yet to write in pen and paper
To just be an unstressed syllable
of your name
whenever and wherever
your name is called out loud
to honour you
To just be the faint flickering light
at the end of the dark tunnel
of your dull dreary days
Date: 01/30/2023
Writing Challenge - B Word Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
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