The sun is shining brightly, on a gorgeous morning day. My soul is happy and joyful. The birds are singing in my ears, and the songs they sing are beautiful. Flying cheerfully, and freely, in blue skies that are so gorgeous. They flit and swoop, glide and climb, whilst enjoying the sunshine of the day. Butterflies hover around us and the outstanding colors they have. They share their happiness with us, so we share it with others too.
My body braced my brain
as Nature
replaced that rain.
Ping! Pang! THWACK!
I trembled from each teasing
of those deep pops
that smacked the supermarket’s roof
and pounded the parking lot.
I gazed out the glass door
and eyeballed the glitter
of cold and bald hail.
The opaque ice
littered the concrete lot,
disturbing me with
oddball beauty.
CRASH!
Thunder threatened
my inner calm,
ringing my ears with rage.
CRASH! WOOSH!
Wind joined the thunder,
sweeping past the entrance
and slamming filthy rain
into the ground.
Silence
The swishing sound of silence
The moment, waiting
The moment, waiting
The moment, stalking, waiting,
Waiting and waiting and waiting
Then boom.
The sound of silence is shattered by the crashing cascade of broken bottles.
Falling dreams and cracked skulls.
Blood like torrents
Flowing rivers turn red in despair
Or Love
I can't decide anymore
summer peaks are coming
cicadas are singing za, zi zi, zi...!
How many whispers of time,
flower, fire, rain, cold...
earthly dreams in cycles...!
New shoots on the earth,
renewal crying out,
herald birds chirping!
Leaves swirling in the wind,
mushrooms everywhere,
autumn showing off...
Life is full of thorns,
but also full of flowers,
knowing how to live is necessary...!
Whoosh, the wind through olive trees,
tugs my dress with gentle ease.
It brushes neck like whispered breath,
soft and quiet, light as rest.
Flit-flit, white butterflies fly,
soft as ash, then say goodbye.
Chirp-trill, birds sing wild above,
messy songs full of love.
Buzz of heat on sun-warm skin,
wind curls slow around my shin.
Agolli spoke of roots and rain,
but I was born of sky and pain.
Let others burn or sink or drown,
I float where silent dreams fall down.
My breath is light, my heart is bare,
you’ll only find me
in the air.
Not all of us ‘Eat, Pray, Love’.
One plate: a minefield
of coulda, woulda, shoulda,
of clink and clatter
long after a bite.
Taste lingers,
here!
The name pronounces in a Chinese mind
Sounds similar to onomatopoeia words made
When hearts felt phonologically bored
By a misthought on linguistically decaying
Or a loss of ordered hilarious carouse
Anyway, I have been quietly with it for years,
With countless eyesight over my shoulders
It is a famous existence contrasting to mine
A neighbor to whom needless to talk to
But we are a collective name to represent
For a belonging of the people living around
A lake of water that is so clean and quiet
We've been staying as such for years
Having a short meeting with each other
Such as young men and women on blind dates
Full filled with shyness, reluctance, and desires
but we are so different from them by degrees
Both of the acceptance and of the integration
Included with people by their homes and lands
By ways of simple, obvious, and unconditional
I stay with this lake alike the pines on shore
With the algae in water, the birds overhead
While fish swim, shrimp jumps, and jellyfish dance
All between us are inclusive and simple
They are obvious no need to be garrulous
For apprehension by persons used to flaunt
Inspired by the Onomatopoeia Contest (2024), sponsored by Emile Pinet.
Mid-day invaded my spirits with blah.
I sauntered the path to the coffee shop
and heard my friends blabbing on endlessly,
astir with the recent barista flop.
I swallowed a mouthful of latte,
gagged and gargled with an unwanted flush
of caramel nut crème tickling my throat.
It made my gustatory senses gush.
After much gurgling, I gulped and groaned,
spilling the foamy froth with a loud plop.
My spirits sizzled and snapped
with the luscious last loud drop.
Having quenched my fraudulent thirst
I selfishly, yet successfully, bashed
the doleful doldrums that attended me.
I hiccupped along home and crashed.
Wholesome we wander with worthy
Warming wisdom:-
Our onederful oneness overcoming
Oxymoronic odds:-
God's great gleaming glory glooming
Growing gratefulness
The wind, a howling beast, whips through the trees,
Woooosh, whoosh, whoosh, an angry symphony.
The rain, a drummer wild, pounds on the tin,
Pitter-patter, splash, bang, the storm begins.
The waves, like angry horses, rear and churn,
Crash, boom, roar, against the shore they burn.
The thunder, a giant's roar, shakes the ground,
Crack, boom, rumble, fear's deep sound.
The lightning, a jagged knife, tears the night,
Flash, boom, crack, a blinding, fiery light.
The hurricane, a savage dance, across the land,
Whirl, swirl, howl, its power we can't withstand.
I never get lost
I have never been lost.
Yet
Here I am
Lost, in a place unknown
Crunch! Crack!
Such sounds indicate
I'm here,not alone
squawk hiss, cheep
nature's sweet tone
not so sweet
Hearing a ping
Hearing the ring of somebody's phone
Drip from above
Drop down below
soil wet from the rain
footsteps squelch and approach
The voice of a stranger
They Croak out hello.
Although scared, my fears pop
I'm a chattering drone
The plop of a tear in my eyes clearly show
I say
Please can you help me?
Find my way home
My first time that ive prayed,
since being this grown
My first and last time,
in the woods and its zone
Bang - my heart when we met.
Bang - my heart when you left.
I was not awakened by the drip dripping of a faucet tap
as I lay abed, stifling a yawn trying to return to sleep.
It was the soft ping pinging sound of rain drops, rap rap,
redundant chirps like a newly hatched chick's peep peep.
I heard the distant crash and boom in peals of thunder
trying to roar louder than the tick tock of the alarm clock.
I rolled over, groaning need of sleep, feeling torn asunder.
That's when I heard the unmistakable click of the door lock.
There was the swoosh from a pair of little, socked feet,
pitter pattering tiny toes on hardwood floors that creaked.
A warm breath murmured "Mommy," in a voice so sweet.
Drizzle splish splashed the windowpane, leaving it streaked.
My sleepy child snuggled in my arms, both of us drifting in dreams
when the shrill ring ring of my cell phone started to chime.
The vibrating mmm mmm refused my dance with moonbeams.
Kitty sashayed into the room, "Meow meow. It's feeding time."
It started with the beeping of my clock.
Sometimes I want to bash that irksome thing.
My dog barked for his food and then a walk.
While walking him, my cell phone went brring brrring.
I passed some school girls chattering away
like chirping birds. Back to my house I went
to feed the cats that mewed without delay.
I grunted next. My bills had gone unsent.
To mail them I zoomed off inside my car.
It rained. Outside my car I had to slosh
through puddles with no boots on. Great! Har har.
I splashed back to my car, and oh my gosh,
someone had whammed into my new car’s door.
I nearly bawled. Not even noon – what more?
Softly murmuring, the river’s raspy voice
Settles my soul with its rumbling choice,
Rustling quietly beneath a glowing moon,
Splattered by the sound of the river’s rejoice
Light trickles from stars who’re strewn
Across flirty skies where dreamers swoon,
Leaving the heart full, moaning its needs,
While witnesses tell tales much like cartoons
Roaring rapids reveal what the mind reads,
In stories of crashing winds with its dark deeds,
While the river gulps and hiccups on its course,
Promising to bring us its astounding proceeds.
Waters boom and belch, such a mighty force,
Revealing God’s strength, the only true source,
Mighty waters rip out a path like a racehorse,
One that most gamblers would surely indorse.
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