“A true friendship is a lifetime treasure” – Quote by Poet
Looking at the perennially full valley of river,
its ebullient water not stopping to flow ever,
I remembered the age-old adage,
a reality, the true friends are forever.
Ages ago on a summer dusk we had met
on the river front, the sun was sinking to set,
I saw trust glisten in colors in your intense eyes,
knew, its lasting hues our friendship would get.
Way out of distress in dark times I couldn’t find,
I found you like my second shadow right behind,
your supporting hands strongly clasping mine,
guided me to light, I followed you like a blind.
The sky fell, I was buried in the ruins of sorrow,
how to rise from debris of destiny I didn’t know.
You came to my wreck fleeting like a butterfly,
I learned to fly on wings of hope I could then grow.
The full moon made sequined stream for me to adore,
and I felt the ecstasy of life flow through my heart's core.
We swam together till dulcet dawn under starry sky,
knew, you’d be by my side, in my mind, forevermore.
Hearty haiku pumpkin squash comforts
Flowery senryus fill my prism bowl perennially
For poets' hungry hearts who crave and share,
It’s creamy chowder congenially
Addictive from the first taste with inspirational flavor,
Aspirations of desire, longing colorful bites, I savor
Romantic rich bisques have me sighing with the saucy sonnet
Bursting is a cheesy limerick, with Blue Bonnet on it
Buttermilk noodles tossed and soupy
Diverse free verse, I’m a groupie
But as you know there is no such thing as a free meal
What’s stressed musters up expressions I feel
When metaphors thickened, stirred in, I'll pour
I loved, I lived, I sipped lyrics with many
Favorites and treasures plenty in the soup d’ jour
looking
worse for wear
at the mercy
of winter's harsh elements.
a stray dog,
sad of eyes,
clothed in all black
to match her mood.
emaciated and weather-beaten;
a labrador retriever
with her tail
tucked behind her hind legs
softly whimpering
shivering.
oh, you poor thing...
how far is your home?
scared
untrusting
of strangers;
perennially running
from rescue.
with a looped leash,
I approach, again....
she takes a step back
I come closer...closer....closer...
she turns
and sprints away.
I won't give up,
I'll do my best...
to help bring you in...
from the cold.
Paralyzing fear cages him in;
Perennially trained outdoors - his jealous eyes
Roaming about free - strange faces
Oh, how he wishes he could be...
One of those faces!
Pumpkins, pumpkins every
place. Pumpkins on my lunch
plate. pumpkins under moon
Placid, silver, shining
'Pon that pumpkin patch orange.
Pumpkins gathered, cooked done
Perennially served, hon
The existential bird in the supreme sky
flies abandoned with the rhythm of swan song.
The tapestry of time wraps with eternity hue
the innate immortality essence,
etched for the uniqueness of being.
The winsome whisper of the extant wind
rustles the lively lotus petals of perpetuity.
In solemn space of sanguine solitude of mind
deranged clamor subsides
in the eroded silent sanctum of entity.
Beneath the worn out layers of individuality,
thousand suns shine perennially in blissful bay.
In the seraphic sky of divine perception,
ageless consciousness dances
with the rays of nirvana.
I am then the immutable hymn of sanctified soul,
echoing through the melodic strata of consciousness.
The devout mantra intoned in the temple of heart,
resonates with the symphony
of the sacred spirit indomitable.
I am the essence of connected oneness,
transcend the self-seeking perimeter of identity.
The cosmic creator of resounding silence of eternity
makes my awakened soul proclaim the divine decree,
I am His absolute definition.
Perennially, like the angels, bloom with a bright smile
Like the sun, radiant with perpetual light and life
Ever youthful, and like the goddess Dyana, fruitful
How slimly and sternly you are held by a green stem fife!
Like the primrose or Auricula, bright yellow or pink
Cuter than Primulas, Polyanthuses, and Pansies
Of course, not like the touch-me-not! Night and day, yet you blink.
Your smile and scent are beyond all fashion-showy fancies.
it's, yet, your spiritual greatness that pulls me to you.
Cosmically healing all and triggering optimism
You heal, they say, and restore any person to youth too.
Does, in your shade or fade, anyone find true pessimism?
Do you, dear, yet live devoid of existential crisis?
I know it's in overcoming these that you find your bliss.
The existential bird in the blossomed blue,
flies abandoned with the rhythm of swan song.
The tapestry of time wraps with eternity hue
the innate immortality essence etched to belong.
The winsome whisper of the extant wind
rustles the lively lotus petals of perpetuity.
In solemn space of sanguine solitude of mind
deranged clamor subsides in ebbed silent entity.
Beneath the convolute layers of self-deception,
thousand suns shine perennially in blissful bay.
In the seraphic sky within of supreme perception,
ageless consciousness dances with nirvana rays.
“we look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know
yet come what may, our inner child continues to play”
(Line of enquiry)
Your luminous lucent mind longingly mystique,
multi-facetted crystal clear piece of gorgeous gem,
shapes sublimely your transparent thoughts,
gleamed by the soul-suffusing sensuous rays.
Clear of the coasting cloud of surreptitious self-doubt,
your diaphanous psyche steadfast in obvious orbit,
stays shining on the enlightened trajectory unbound,
darting out of the dark depth of abysmal abyss.
In your mesmeric meadow I see the glowing grass
look up to the seraphic sky of the dawning day.
The tinged tilted tips hold the dainty drops of dew,
sparkling with the glamorous glitter of pristine sunshine.
The dew drops glimmer as pearls of my mesmerized joy,
make happiness hover within my passion perception,
convey the notion everything has a time to come and go,
I need to hold on to the inspired instants of ecstasy.
My desire defines you as the diamond of lasting love,
flashing your fervent face of crystal clear charisma,
like the dew drops designed with luring luster of longing,
perennially preserved with unassailable purity.
Aloneness
metamorphosizes
into isolating loneliness
with haunting banshee-like screams;
daily caged inside
perennially mute
four walls,
a divorced empty nester.
Inhabiting
a home
once filled
with mirth and chatter.
In much happier times,
his refuge;
now a lonely prison,
Until he steps out
the front door
to plenary freedom.
My crafted pragmatic mind,
multi-facetted crystal clear gem,
shapes my transparent thoughts,
gleamed by soul-seeking acuity rays.
I take life’s pellucid journey
along the misty pathway.
Clear of the cloud of self-doubt,
my diaphanous mind unwavering
stays on the enlightened trajectory.
Out of the abysmal challenging abyss,
I fly on wings of focused vision
in the clear sky of success
Purity perennially preserved,
a dew drop with luster of longing
radiates the lucent beauty sublime.
With the embrace of sensuous emotion
I am defined as the diamond of love,
flashing fervent charm crystal clear.
grown adults,
like you and me,
perennially
walk the tightrope
between the past and the future,
whereas children
remain
firmly rooted
to the present;
living moment to moment.
imagine if we were to return
to the world of innocence
in which they live
to run around
and play like they do?
how often do we grown folks
see the world
through their keen eyes?
from their perspective?
we'd learn to appreciate
the most infinitesimal of things.
we'd marvel
with wide-eyed wonder
at all overlooked beauties of life.
we'd retrieve lost things
long sifted past
our memory bank.
oh, to be a child again,
if only for a while...
wouldn't it be grand?
Date written: 05/13/2023
torrential rain
of t
e
a
r
s,
now dry;
a pocketful of years
i wish
i could reclaim,
d r i f t e d into oblivion,
yet, it h u r t s
to contemplate, still.
though you've since
blown your last goodnight kiss,
you visit me
time and time again,
for memories of you...
are watered seeds
in the garden soil
of my mind,
you perennially exist there
as a peony
in full bloom,
thriving past
every season
It's where
I promise to keep you, Dad,
until my life
is through.
gone to glory
yet, you remain...
unforgettable
Community trauma prevention
sounds not so sexy
to absent-minded mayors
and perennial kleptocratic players
And growing a regenerative Learning Community
isn't really ecojust about restoring
healthy democratic justice
for a somewhat sexier
and robust multicultural environment.
Both of these Win/Win Game Theory
trauma-informed learning theory applications
remain paternally erectile
mountainously synergetic
strength functions
of community YangWoke experience
And valleyed ecofeminist
indigenously EcoMatrimonial Wise
for growing integrity's flow
of nonverbal ecstasy
nonviolently yin
peak rebirthing experience
polycultural wealth wombed learning
co-passionate communionation
Sacred root chakra souled
and yet creolizing carnal
as rich
dark
warm
wet
erotically fertile
whole enlightened therapeutic day
and holonic nighttime soil
For cooperatively slow-growing
emergent community trauma prevention
Which may resound
more climate holiday sexy
even to absent-minded elitist mayors
and perennially kleptocratic
hopelessly straight white male
LeftBrain ego-narcissistic
phat but not-so-jolly players.
I leave with my verses
a fire that burns perennially
between insurgent emotions!
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