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POINT ZERO

POINT ZERO 

Birth slipped into fast flowing
rivers of patterned fissures 
her arching brows brazen 
searching sagaciously
microscoping every moment 
tangoing across thorny 
thickets 


Hope gazed at her prayer 
puzzle poised with pensive 
pencils plaintively planting
plantains for pink parakeet 
caressing spines singing 
softly stirring custard 
pudding 


Love thought she was best
berry fruit from which fragrant 
juice poured jetting jewels 
a silver sabre silently stared
further from truth she stood
a sacked saga sagged


Death smiled enigmatically 
held Birth, Hope and Love
in oblong esteem observing  
Time’s oval ovaries to strike
sublime a node through 
which she sodium sucked


Point Zero zipped in sidelong 
zaps dishing each zappy 
zodiac zones showering 
all four with Infinity’s 
zygotes zooming


Point Zero was Hero ! 


©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2021

Acrostic

Sun spurting senselessly.
Pull pulleying plaintively.
Really ridiculous roundhouse rhymes,
Each eating enough of its environs.
And don't get me started on the in-laws.
Dine ahh near the shore, dizzying mental roadblocks,
Ignite the immanence of the instant!
Never nullify the negations, the now and then.
Go for the gold, you beautiful bastard.

Here we are under shade.
Are you more or less happy then before?
People love to let it go and take a break.
In this there is peace.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.

Manhattan Rhapsody

Merciless movement
Atonal antipathy
Nonsensical noise

clarinet crescendo
soaring above
the collided cityscape

Harried hordes
Aggravating acrimony
Terrifying tumult

piano playing
plaintively over
the primal phantasmagoria

Torrid traffic
Alienated aliens
Nihilistic neon

soaring strings
singing through
the striking scenery

Apart My World

I sleep, abrupt awakened, 
by stroke of fingered word. 
A wide and lingering voice 
plaintively whispering 
so much view my eyes cannot digest, 
so much ache, my soul cannot find rest.
You are that sound of distancing voice 
never nearer now to me. 
A pane upon my window beckoning 
come see! come see!
I cannot wake to find a different view 
or quit your echo in the things I do.
Memories of you are nuclear 
atoms which, when split, 
destroy my world.

Cats Screeching Hate

Cats meow plaintively.

Shouting screeching misunderstood.

Love induces Hate.

Rainy Day

Pitter, patter fall the drops of rain
It slides down the window pane
Leave tracks of fudged images
Seem to convey some messages

At night the room is dark and damp
Lightening sparks it like a mystical lamp 
The light mingles with the volleying thunder
Make the visible images rent asunder

Dawn breaks under an overcast sky
Slight drizzle evokes a drowsy sigh
A bedraggled dog hunts for a shelter
Explores an open door to enter

The roads are muddy and filled with puddles
Few dogs take cover under a cart in cuddles
Children  going to school is a torturous task
“When will the rain stop?”, they plaintively ask

“No respite for days”, the weatherman said
Roads are flooded, difficult times ahead
“Work from home”, is the only way
Pray and keep waiting for a better day 

END

The Beach

Along the water's edge, the grey waves
Break noisily in a white foam spray,
Curling carefully like well-permed hair.
Driftwood carried on to the shingle
Envelops the wind-blown plastic and
Frames torn pictures from worn magazines.
Gifts such as these on the rising tide,
Heaps and tangles of modern life,
Invade the left-lying debris, the 
Jumbled remains of day-trippers.

Kindred souls and urban litter louts
Leave the evidence of their presence,
Making the beach dirty and desolate.
No one finds beauty among such dross;
Only the screaming seagulls come to 
Pick through the scattered waste but leave
Quite aggrieved and wailing plaintively.
Returning to the rooftops, they wait
Statue-like for the home-coming boats,
To scoop up fish spilling from the nets.

Unsullied shingle emerges as the
Vast armies of tourists disappear.
Winter's tidal surges help the
Xenophobic beach to purge itself.
Year end renewal refreshes the
Zest for life along the water's edge.

The Sigh

As he watched her sigh so plaintively
a sigh filled with sorrow and chagrin
it made him wonder 
if it isn’t sighs
that initiate the wind.

Happening 19 Ear Candy

a lone
        voice 
softly
        sings
it's solo
          so slowly-
pity
       me
pity
        me
it cries
      so plaintively !
      high
       high
        wretched
               me..
who
will
  save me..
only He

Inspired by Faure's pieu Jesu youtube clip

At the Bird-Feeder

At the Bird-feeder 

Rushing, pushing
the sparrows shove;

pulsing wings
beating the air,
all for a bounty 
of unexpected feed!

When drops two doves.

 Wings folded,
they plaintively call;

the seed of plenty

gently falls.

Late Fragment

Things will be great in two weeks
Foretold, ordained, and promised by my Gaia's wisdom.
With this ring, I her wed
Betrothed, bewitched, smitten and bitten
I plaintively appeal
And foreswearing poor science I lean on intuition's incalculable import
And offer this corpus indelecti as a sacrifice
On the altar of her breast.

Empty Nest Syndrome

I reckon the empty nest syndrome hits all at one time or another,
When youngsters flee the nest leaving dear old Dad and Mother!
This morning on the patio I witnessed this situation at its best,
When two baby wrens took flight and left their parent's cozy nest!

Mr. and Mrs. Wren set up housekeeping in a birdhouse I had made.
They soon became the proud parents of a couple of eggs she laid!
I watched them flit to and fro as they filled the ever-empty maws,
Of their little darlings from grub carried in their over-flowing craws!

Once the kids had spread their wings to experience the thrill of flight,
Mother Wren would sit on the birdhouse porch to contemplate her plight!
She'd plaintively chirp as if to say, "You ingrates left sans saying goodbye!
You've left me and your Pa in this lonely nest to mope about and cry!"

It wasn't long until Mr. Wren was in a romantic mood with his spouse.
When he tried to nuzzle up to Mrs. Wren, she'd scurry inside the house,
As if to say, "No way, buster!  I've had it!  Cool it until next spring!
Perhaps when the cherry blossoms bloom again we'll have another fling!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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This Sterling Day of Nothing

This Sterling Day of Nothing

Where is God?
God is where gods are not.
Not in office bright,
Or silver stairs cued to reason
Or trapped in football season,
Or filled to the brim,
in fife and bugle corps where
Ceremony roars;
Or dangling from her chin,
Or full and bright in summer’s glory;
But deep within the fibers of your
Carpet; God lays in wait, sledded
Glory; Plaintively you step upon his skin;
You trip his wires boundless to seep 
Through the gap – this day,
This sterling day of nothing.

The Dying Embers of Chivalry

Darkness in the world suffocates and prevails 
I retrieve plaintively The Canterbury’s Tales  

Begin my own pilgrimage to the land of kings and knights 
When there were other meanings to the word heights 

To the time of true chivalry not outrageous impudence 
To the time of faith, nobility and reticence

To the time when audacity was more than just a software
To the time when allegiance wasn’t a singular affair

Knights of the Round Table heralded their pledge and prowess 
To their fellow men, they bestowed justice and largess

Well, such were the tales of true homage and humanity 
Before the human race was destroyed by the caltrops of vanity 

Along the path of my journey, I became aware of one truth 
It’s our own Renaissance that should be sought by our youth…

Bell of a Leaving Summer

In silence of the middle of August
The bell rings plaintively.
It cries about a dream not seen. 
But the red, setting sun has poured bright light around,
and birds sing joyfully about love, about spring.
Grasses dance to the kisses of a breeze,
And flowers smile.
Only the sad, gentle music is audible-
The bell cries plaintively
about dreams that did not come.

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