#HarmonyRetreat
Sleeping below the clear sky,
On the soft green grass matress;
A childhood dream not too far
Relieves me of all my stress....
Climbing high mountains
before the break of the day
Amidst the stillness and silence around,
Is an inner excitement that makes you stay,
Longer and even longer to finally get to see
The scenic beauty of the Dawn, surreal for one to believe.
That Childhood Dream since then
rings in my head again and again.
On a gloomy rainy afternoon,
I look out of my window all of a sudden
I see a bright light emerging
tearing the clouds apart.
That Sun Ray brings back my hope
at all tough times of my life
Even though it's a dream
Its display of courage is extreme.....
Categories:
matress, poems, poetry,
Form: Free verse
If I have the time, I'll make the bed.
Though, momentarily I'm stuck
Trying to untuck
Myself from the 100% cotton thread.
Am I glued to the matress
Or just feeling lazy?
Those grey clouds sure do look hazy
Beyond the windows stillness.
And oh how lush do cotton
Sheets feel upon my cheek
As week after week
The softer they've gotten
To be true, it's an excuse
For emotional fray
That has turned me grey.
To be fact, I'm a recluse.
Categories:
matress, write, writing,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
What a Way to Depart
Old and poor with frail health
below is the sum total of his wealth:
on the rusty iron bunk, a wicker mattress
on the dusty wall, the picture of an ancient actress
a worn-out blanket
a grimy winter jacket
and an antique tennis racket.
That’s not all
but all that’s worth the recall.
just before the final departure
in line with strange human culture
he threw all onto the matress
the picture of the actress,
the blanket,
the winter jacket,
and some more…
Except the tennis racket
he held it tight and close to his heart
what a way to depart
he burned them all
and couldn’t remember
what happened to the tennis ball.
There was no need
nor any one who’d care, to call.
No more nightmares to scorn and harass
the key to his locked room
rested way out in the tall grass.
Idris Esen, 22 April, 2013
Üsküdar/Istanbul
Categories:
matress, character,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Three buses and a train ride
everyday to get dosed
Through empty parking lots and rotting flesh
behind back alleys and littered shelters
Further down desolated rows
of abondoned carnival cities
made of tents and hand woven blankets
broken dreams and lost aspirations
fill the air as smoking rising through a chimney
with in the house on the east side of town
unable to afford heat or electricity
i fell asleep subconsciously
dropping the cigarette from my lips
burning the matress below
setting a fire ablaze
that was my heart form the night before
where some unknown named woman slept
beside me
forgetting any memory i was not alone
i proceeded jumping like jack flash as i ran
i ran to the nearest highway entrance
threw out my thumb and kissed the wind
Categories:
matress, addiction, farewell, goodbye,
Form: Free verse
Adieu the king,
Long live the king:
The crown was in the grove
Where his forebears dwell
In their majestic transfiguration;
There he would inherit the fiat,
The power to say and to be;
In the grove of royal tutorial
Where prince became king
Where ancient secrets were learnt
The tryst of the dead and the living
Forest of rite of accession.
There fortune anointed me,
Made venus’s heart my portion:
The royal heiress smiled at me,
Her eyelids blinked and blinked,
Like fire fighters’ ambluance,
Her boby moving ups and downs
Like a piston of new brand auto
As she nailed her eyes on me
She made my spot her path
By my side she offered me wine
In a royal calabash of symbol
And laid her hand on me
Like a bed spread on yielding matress
Instantly I woke from my slumber
Like a chameleon rewinding back its tongue
And she piloted me to the chamber
In the interior of the royal
Where many games were offered;
Ludo and chess I did not play,
But played love with my princess;
Sure the gods are wise:
A night in the royal grove,
Remains love of my life.
Categories:
matress, love, spiritual,
Form: Verse
A fat acrobat from Detroit
lost his grip for he wasn't adroit
he fell with a plop
his partner on top
which really was quite an exploit!
Yes, Tubby made quite a fine matress
Ringling Brothers asked for his address
he made his career
plopped on his derriere
It seems he had started a fad.. YES!
Soon crowds lined the seats of the rink
wondering if Tubby would stink
he finished the task
in spite of some gas
Now Tubby is dressing in mink.
Categories:
matress, funny,
Form: Limerick
Now your someone to fear
Fresh from you slumber
You've kidnapped your burning words
and pasted them on fluorescent pages
Tucked safely away under your matress
Should you let them rust or set them free
There freedom stings, cuts like knives
you carve them deep into doves
cage them underneath your nightmares
clip their wings again and again
Fresh From your slumber
But your choice is made
it's much more simple to bite your tounge in two
then turn on a hidden light.
Categories:
matress, confusion, introspection, sad,
Form: Free verse