Long Wave Poems
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gentle waves tiptoe ashore
sandpipers scurrying away from the rippling tide
sandcastles looming in the distance
beach blanket knights
and sand dune days
radiant in the mid day sun
shades of glistening brown and red
and dark sunglasses
a red and yellow kite gently dances
in the midst of a gentle sea breeze
shuffle on the shoreline
as rays swim by
sand dollar days
and the slow rising tide
sweet gentle rhythm of a rolling wave
aqua blue waters
to put your mind at ease
and a blanket of blue with cotton candy clouds
slowly drifting across the afternoon sky
sands of time pass on the beach
entry for beach poem contest- Blue on blue on blue
subject : Beach
Sometimes,
sailing in ebony blades
of saturnine seas
brings forth a forsaken froth
of scarred reveries,
when musk-ochre
tints of sunshine cease
to slice through solemn
scarlet skies and
cruelly-coloured black-pearls
shimmer as an obsidian beacon
of forest-green intentions,
caging pantoums of peace
in glass-jars of
bleeding sandalwood-scented
butterflies, entrapped in
sapphire patterns.
My spirit is often ablaze
as a crematory where
opal-gold truths are buried
eight feet under the raven crusts,
and I rise as feathery-flames
in hot-bronze furnaces
of diamond-dragon's
chauvinistic cave,
so that heart's papier- mâché
cells never sacrifice their
rosemary plasma to
eagle-edged egoes and
noiseless yet suffocating
sonatas of narcissistic
nestled woodpeckers.
I believe, life is wistful
like wilderness of a white-wolf,
growling besides midnight's
brim and howling to the
carmine moon, wrapping
peach-sunsets of serenity
in fluid-time, unfolding
scattered shades of
sonorously rustling foliages,
shimmering in breezes of
crumbling claret twigs and
satin seedlings whining
to the list of traitors,
for their unborn lavender buds.
So, swear not under the afterglows
of august skies and
let me float on the
crest of azure waves, in my
snowflake-capsule, being
immortally evanescent,
As every promise is like
a betraying magenta melody
of crepuscular youth, fading
in forged futuristic pastels.
Surrounded by a treacherous body of water
Feeling each wave as they crash against it
The possibility of damage from such force
Yet standing strong it endures each hit
The dark night has a sense of erriness
But this structure stands strong and proud
Alone in such a mass of water
With waves that seem so loud
Out of the darkness there's a beam of light
A guide for those still out
Ensuring they make it back to safety
Giving hope and dispelling any doubt
So through its solidarity, for many it does provide
Bringing comfort while enduring each wave
People of the sea admire her strength
For all the lives that light beam can save.
24 July 2017
There's a little spot
Where the chicks are hot
Where the blues are in
And the downs are not
Order a drink and get a pretty ladies smile
Just ease it back and relax awhile
Dig the beat
The chicks are sweet
You know your at Ben's
Troubles escape like bubbles
Sorrows are for tomorrows
Just leave the downs at the door
Hear that Jazz? Need I say more
Just smile and for a drink or two
A pretty lady will dance with you
Just a brush of the skin
And a little squeeze
Not much more then a flirting tease
The chicks are sweet but not to please
Please at Ben's
At the table in the corner where the shadows are soft
You can sit and speak your mind
Those chicks got nothing but your time
Tell them what's right and what's wrong
Keep buying them drinks
And they will listen all night long
All night long at Ben's
Heaven's attention you keep by drinking liquor in a glass
Hers are watered so they can outlast
But when the cash is gone the attention will pass
The chicks get cold
Your stories get old
The day gets near
And it's time for you to be getting outta here
So you wave to the Man
That cool cat who leads the band
Who keeps singing the blues
That made the evening swam
You get your hat and wave goodbye to him
That's right
That's him
At Ben's
Come enter the wild as nature's first child,
shed ancient Godly fears that could be quelled.
Leave your mind behind, your savage self mild -
feel life, land, waters where spirits are held.
In wilderness touch the odd, even grand,
searching still through this world and all its ills;
no overlord will wave his heavy hand.
It is too tough to bend bent human wills.
Arriving amidst nature's tangled twigs;
surely see each branch through this moral maze.
Peer deeply in between where no one digs,
be careful of judgments that this might raise.
Though the wild order may seem strictly raw -
its bewildering beauty brings us awe!
11/11/21 Sonnet 14 lines 106 words
The Train of Darkness
The train of darkness barrels down, I hear the railroad clack.
Shakes the baghouse now, standing next to the tracks.
The ground beneath my feet comes alive, with a pulsing, steady vibe.
My first intuition is to hide.
I see the train coming in, a monstrous, breathing beast.
Eating up the track, invited to a feast.
Out of the darkness he rolls, alone,
A king of iron, on a bed of stone.
Rattling in the night, pulsing through my fear,
He rumbles into view, then boldly disappears.
The ground beneath my work boots quakes, as a pulsing rhythm makes,
Leaving behind a cloud of dust, that the iron monster wakes.
Dragging the crew, to the emptiness of hell,
A story they have told before, a story they know well.
I wave goodbye, a wish for luck, aboard that tyrant, roaring fear.
Into the dark it drags its prey, upon the turning gear.
I have heard of its thousand stories of lure,
It's stinking songs of allurement,
It's many stripes apportioned an earnest fatality.
Yet it's wave of effectiveness I overlooked.
Till it knocked the doors of my cabin with sounds i dread.
Unprepared i was, my arms far from reach.
I had whittled down my guarded battalion.
So naked I stood, helpless to it's smile of victory.
As I held back the shameful tears of unawareness,
It carefully strolled my path without an invite.
Swallowing all I have labored meticulously for.
O that matchless glory I have labored to attain,
Caught in its web my eyes are lifted high to behold.
Dime after dime it sliced my bowels without mercy.
It stole all I had as it nipped the patience of my soul.
I am found crawling the ends of a wretched existence.
Scavenging like an indispensable beggar to life.
Without worth, lacking the thought of possession.
Left to contend with impecuniousness, penury, so impoverish.
I sought solace in a beginning I still longed to re-venture.
But it's wrath tore me into pieces I'm yet to gather.
So stung to my soul, caged in body and mind.
To thee poverty I beckon with a humbled spirit.
Give to me wealth's sound of speech,
Freedom for a depressed soul to soar.
To climb to the heights of heaven forth the while.
for my grieve is weak and smile not,
and my pain has lost its melody.
Let my shine rise to sparkle bright.
Relieve me, I pray the from thy wrath of death,
For carefully I seek thy mercies with tears.
High on the clouds, a lustrous sight
Reflecting bend of arch’s delight
As noon dips low, the late gust’s air
Paints colors bright beyond compare…
In tints that wave from pink to gold;
Along curve’s end, I do behold
Such longing to embrace its charms,
To reach out gently with my arms
In one rare moment, wishes call
For burdens gone as lines enthrall…
These hush-like breaths, these humble swings
Impart a rainbow’s lit blessings;
When at last, dear omen of peace
Gifts our fine hearth with joy’s release!
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What is at the end of your rainbow?
Couplet form only
Eve Roper's Contest
1/20/2016
God bursts everywhere…
Smile of a child
Twinkle of an eye
Surge of a wave
Silence of a grave
Bloom of a flower
Unseasonal showers
Kindness of the heart
Purity of a thought
Every drop of sunshine
Some poems of mine
Starkness of the night
Forgiveness after a fight
God bursts everywhere…
In the green of the woods
In the ‘G’ of the good
Moments of fear
Heads bowed in prayer
Every bite of chocolate
Ghalib’s* every couplet
Serenity of soul
Oneness of a goal
Bonding with friends
Concern of parents
Sweat of toil
Whiff of wet soil
God bursts everywhere…
Tears of solitude
Courage of fortitude
Vibrance, music, words
In organized and absurd
Dreams, hopes, love, compassion…
Humming tunes and quiet conversations,
Even after my days are done
This poem will forever go on
A verse could be added each day
Because God bursts everywhere.
*Mirza Ghalib was a great urdu poet.
SONG OF SONGS 7:2 Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks a blended wine.Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies.
THE BELLYDANCE
A performance for one - the dance of love.
Her supple waist; he never knew she could.
His eyes like a mesmerized snake, his dove —
She gyrates left and right - she’s really good.
The darkling wine on lips — a sparkling feast.
Such contrast with taut lily-flesh; no sin.
The draw to pull her close unto his breast.
No danger here — her palms soft-wave him in.
The naivety sweet — her navel’s gold.
His hands encircle hips - he reels her close.
The butterfly goblet — his tongue is bold.
Scent’s aphrodisiacal — and time has froze.
The bellyache of loss should two break up.
O rather drink the everlasting cup!
7/16/2019